Sapphires and Desires (The Gem Fairy Series Book 1) (9 page)

Geoff shrugs. “Me neither…obviously. I’m down. You good with that man?”

“Whatever you guys want.” Damon nods and finally puts the cap back on the bottle of vodka. I also notice him put his sunglasses back on. I hope he isn’t going to wear those to the club. He’ll look like an idiot wearing sunglasses in the dark.

“Sweet, I’ll drive. I can leave my car there overnight.” Geoff says and grabs his keys off the counter.

“I call shotgun!” I shout and race for the door.

Chapter 6

When we arrive at the club it’s dark, loud, and as usual chaotic. Thankfully Damon manages to glamour me up an ID since I didn’t bring mine. The colorful lights beam against the walls to the bass and the music blasts. People are screaming and rubbing up against each other. It’s a little more intense than D10 but nothing I haven’t seen before in the clubs in Philly.

As soon as we walk in Damon and Geoff both begin grinning. Men. I’m sure they were both in absolute awe over the hundreds of half-naked girls walking around.

I lead them over to the bar and order a round of vodka shots since that seems to be the drink of choice for both these guys. Only yesterday I was terrified of this strange man, actually I shot him, I’d tried to kill him. And it’s pretty screwed that I shot and tried to kill him and then only hours later I had sex with the same man. What is wrong with me? Had he glamoured me into it all along? Had he made it so it seemed like it was my choice but I actually had no say in it at all? Had I really wanted to have sex with him? Or had he made me feel like I wanted to? I look at him now and even at this moment, I would do it again. I mean what women
wouldn’t
want to have sex with him. I come to the explanation that I’d had such a terrible day yesterday, that I’d just needed something to make it a little better. It just had to come in the form of having sex with a guy that had just told me that I wasn’t human and I’d shot. I try and wrap my mind around the last few days but still can’t it still feels like I’m still dreaming though now I’m sure I’m not.

“Hey, I’m gonna go find a babe!” Geoff yells over the music to me and Damon.

I nod that I heard him and he disappears into the crowd.

Damon orders another shot and then we get out of the way of the bar and go to find a better place to stand. I assume all the money he suddenly has is some sort of magic trick like the rose and the ID and my outfit. At least I hope so. I hope he didn’t find more of my money to spend.

We end up standing next to a stripper pole where a girl is grinding against it like she’s found her soulmate. I choke back a gag. Do we have to stand here and watch that?

              “I like this place,” Damon says while removing his sunglasses. “I’ve never been to one.”

              “Ever?” I ask him.

              He shakes his head and nods to the huge dancing crowd in the middle of the room. “It’s like a buffet.”

At first I have no idea what he means but then realization hits. All of the people here are making out, grinding, and practically having sex on the dance floor. He lives off of sex. I nearly gag at his reference. What’s he gonna just pick one? Two? Ten?

He glances at me and must read my expression. He starts laughing. “You misunderstand. I can feed off this. Right here. As I stand. I don’t have to use glamour on anyone. It’s ideal. I just take it all in.”

Realization hits me. The atmosphere in this place is so sexually charged that he can basically just take it in.

“What?” he asks defensively. “Is there something on my face?”

I shake my head with a laugh. “No.”

“Does that freak you out?” he asks. It takes me minute to figure out what he means. He’s talking about the club and feeding off the vibe it gives off.

“Not at all,” I say not sure if I’m serious. Somehow the fact that he’s like 300 years old is far weirder. Well 300
fae
years whatever that means. Maybe because I am so used to men’s lives revolving around sex but I’m not used to seeing 300 year old men in the bodies of a young men. Now that’s weird. Realistically, his body should be dust by now.

“Do you want to dance?” I ask him changing the subject.

He smiles. “I don’t do this sort of dancing.”

“We don’t have to dance like horny teenagers,” I assure him.

“Oh I wouldn’t mind that, I just mean that I only know…
classic
dances,” he says with the smirk I am getting accustomed to loving.

“Another drink then?” I ask. This he is up for and follows me back to the bar.

I have another shot and he has like five and I wonder how it is that he is still standing. I guess 300 years of drinking has made his alcohol tolerance near infinite.

I look out into the crowd looking for Geoff. I don’t see him there’s too many people.

“Crap,” Damon says. “I just made eye contact with someone.”

I squint at him confused.
“It’s almost impossible not to in this place there’s like thousand people.” I reassure him its fine. As if anyone is going to care that he looked at them.

When he doesn’t reply I look over at him and see that woman has her face only centimeters from his.

“Hey pretty boy. Why don’t we get out of here?” She says or at least I think that’s what she says.

He smiles at her. “I’m sorry, dear, but I’m married,” he replies while showing her his left hand. On it is a ring I never noticed before, a silver band with a small blue sapphire in the center. What is with him and sapphires?

“Oh come on…” she teases and grabs his butt.

I choke back a laugh and turn my gaze elsewhere.

“Hey girl, wanna dance?” A deep voice asks from behind me. I turn to meet the brown eyes of a young man about the age of 25. He’s tall probably 6’2” and has dark hair and unusually light skin. Must be Swiss or something I shrug.

“Sure,” I say with a quick glance behind me at Damon. He looks at me and I swear I see sadness in his eyes as I walk away with a stranger. But I mean he
is
getting groped by some random woman, I’m just going to dance.

Once we are on the dancefloor the man grabs my hand and whirls me around. Surprised by this I nearly trip over my own feet.

“Not too graceful are you?” He laughs.

“No not really, I guess,” I answer embarrassed.

He grins. “That’s okay. I can be for the both of us.”

He whirls me around again with a laugh and then gets closer to me, his lips only a second away from mine and his body pressing against my own. We dance for a while until my legs get sore and he starts being a little too inappropriate for my taste. As I’m about to walk away from him he grabs elbow and pulls me back around.

“Wait.” He shouts over the music. “You want to come home with me.”

Uh no. I certainly don’t want to go home with this pig. I scowl at him and try to shake him off. I look down at where his hand is clasped around my arm and see a familiar ring on his ring finger. It looks just like Damon’s. The familiar sense of glamour surrounds me but I feel it like I did when Damon used it against Geoff and my aunt not when he used it against me. Reality sets in and so does realization. I try to take a step back but he holds my tightly.

“You
want
to come home with me.” He tries again.

“
What are you?
” I ask venomously. Then all of a sudden Damon is between us.

“Stay away from her, she’s mine.” Damon hisses vehemently and the other man quickly disappears into the crowd.

Damon turns to me. “What did you say the name of this club was called?” he asks to ear in a quick whisper.

“Pulse.” I answer slowly.

“We have to find Geoff.” He whispers angrily.

“Uh why?” I ask him.

“We’re in a fae club. I don’t know how I didn’t notice before. I guess I drank too much to keep my guard up.”

My gut drops but I don’t have time to think. He pulls my cellphone out and tells me to call Geoff. The two of us leave the club so we can hear and I dial Geoff. He doesn’t answer. I text him and tell him to meet us outside of the club.

“All my friends come here all the time. Are you sure?” I ask. “What do you even mean?”

He motions for me to be quiet and takes the cell phone. He types something on it and hands it back to me.

On a blank message he types, “Don’t talk. This is a fae club. The fae who choose to live on earth rather than our world have clubs and bars dedicated to the feeding of the fae that live off others energy. This is one of them. They’re not supposed to kill humans but it’s still not a safe place for us to be. Accidents happen and I don’t like you being here in plain sight. Especially not with me. Someone will make the connection.”

I nod. Uh yeah. Can’t argue with him there. I don’t want to die tonight or get raped by some random fae. No thank you. “That guy I was dancing with?” I question with the phone and hand it back.

He types quick and angry and hands the phone back. This time it says, “Vampire. Blood sucker. I can’t believe I didn’t notice what this was before we walked in. Guess I need to lay off on the vodka and pay more attention. I’m sorry.”

“If no one gets hurt then why are you freaking out?” I type and return it to him once again.

He replies once more with the phone and hands it back. “Because sometimes people do get hurt. I just got you back and I already risked your life, that’s why. I’m an idiot.”

I stare at him awkwardly. He really does
love
me. It’s strange, having someone love you when they’re just a stranger to you. I kind of feel bad.

“Geoff texted me back, he’s on his way out,” I say out loud putting my phone back in my pocket.

Damon nods silently and sighs.

Soon enough Geoff waddles out of the club smiling like an idiot. He’s obviously wasted. Happy to see him safe and smiling I run up to him and hug him.

“Hey guys this is Anna.” Geoff awkwardly motions to a small brunette girl behind him.

I immediately check for a ring. Nothing. Good.

Damon looks over at her and glares.  “Get out of here you leech,” he says.

To my surprise the girl turns around and
runs
away. She was fae?

“Hey! What the hell, man?! Anna come back, he’s joking!” Geoff cries down the street.

Anna doesn’t come back.

“Dude, I was gonna get laid tonight!” Geoff scolds Damon.

Damon doesn’t so much as look at us he just begins walking down the street.

“Where’s he going?”  Geoff whispers.

I shrug. “No clue.”

We follow Damon a few blocks over to another club where he motions for us to go inside.

“I’m sorry Geoff but you can do better than that sleaze, I’ll be your wingman.” Damon apologizes.

Geoff’s face lights up and he rushes into the club in front of Damon and me.

Damon follows him grinning at his ridiculous excitement.

“I remember my first 21 and over club.” I joke.

After only a few minutes Geoff disappears again and it’s just Damon and I.

“I have a question,” I shout over the music.

“Sure.”

“Why didn’t Anna have a ring?” I ask him.

“Who?” Damon asks confused.

Has he already forgotten? “The girl Geoff brought out of the club.”

“A ring? Why
would
she have a ring?” He asks.

“Well the guy I was dancing with had a blue ring, just like you have. I thought it was like a
thing.
” I say not sure how to describe it.

“What? He did? Just like mine?” He questions suddenly serious.

“Yes. Exactly.”

“No way,” he says blankly.

“Yes way…” I reply dubiously.

“Are you sure?” He asks.

“Positive.”

“Shit.” Damon curses and grabs my hand turning it over palm up.

Confused I reactively try and yank it away but he holds it too tight.

“What the hell?!” I exclaim.

He looks up at me and glares shooting glamour at me. It hits me like a wrecking ball. “Don’t move.” He says.

Suddenly I find myself unable to move. “Let me go!” I shout at him.

He looks to be examining my hand. I give up fighting knowing that I can’t win.

“You’re marked…” he says almost so quiet I can’t hear him.