Chapter Five

The weeks have gone by quickly or slowly, depending on your perspective.

We've had no contact with the three Hellhounds nor have there been any police calls from the humans. It's as if they fell down the hole they crawled out of and I'm not completely sure how I feel about it.

On one hand, I'm relieved that I don't have to worry about the safety of my sisters. I don't have to worry that some hellfire wielding beast is after them. But on the other hand, I'm slightly, marginally, just a teeny tiny bit disappointed.

Okay, I'm completely disappointed. I think a good dog fight would have been amazing. I've never had the blood of a dog before but I wouldn't mind getting a taste of Green's fiery blood.

"You're going to blow yourself up if you keep mixing potions like that. Where's your head at, Roxy?"

Rory's voice pulls me out of my musings.

"You're one to talk, Ror. You broke the vials yesterday but you didn't see me complaining."

Rory opens her mouth for a comeback but I toss my blade between them, nailing the post behind them. Truth is, we've all been a little off our rockers since the Hound brothers disappeared and I for one am done being a simping bitch.

"Let's go out!" I clap my hands and try to put a little Roxy flavor into the suggestion. Rox always gets her way when she's all bubbly about something.

"No way, Ron. Those hellfire dogs could be anywhere just waiting for a chance to strike."

"Don't be a chicken shit, Rory. You've never run from a fight before, why now?"

I know I sound like a tantrum throwing brat but seriously? What is she so scared of? Three dogs are nothing for us. We once fought a rogue group of Blood Crows who were part of a rebellious faction. They believed they'd find salvation in starvation.

The five male Blood Crows were gone in the head, madness having taken over, and they began slaughtering humans without care. After my sister and I contained them, the elders took over.

That's the thing with the elders, they let us do their dirty work yet they still see all Blood Crows as the lowest kind of all supernaturals. Sentencing the Blood Crows to eternal damnation in Hell was a bit of an over kill if you ask me.

Seems that justice is always corrupt, no matter the race.

"She's not running from a fight, she's using it as an excuse to hide from that sexy man she's been panting over." Roxy tosses a vial stopper at Rory's head in her frustration and the little cork splatters goo across her brow.

Roxy and I howl in laughter, holding our stomachs at the homicidal gleam in Rory's eye.

"Fine, you two little rodents want to go out, let's go out but we're going to Club Libidine." Rory wipes her brow, gathering the gunk and rushes over to Roxy, rubbing her hand against Roxy's lips.

Whatever the substance was made of it makes Roxy's lips puff up bigger, making her natural bee stung lips look like Botox gone wrong.

I want to puke and laugh.

Laughing wins over especially when Roxy starts screaming and cursing in a rage. Even her screams are muffled behind those burger buns. The effects will wear off in a few minutes so she's freaking out over nothing.

I run out of the kitchen just as Roxy pulls out her daggers, looking to kill Rory.

Once I'm in my room I pick my outfit for the club.

Libidine is the hottest supernatural club in Nola. Latin for lust, Libidine is a sex club slash rave club. The owner, Mayfly, is a Nymph who has a wicked taste for Blood Crow, male or female. He has often tried to seduce my sisters and I but being bounty hunters for the Elders has allotted us certain potions that block hypnosis of any sort.

It's helpful against Mayfly and his seductions which is damn good too because if he likes how you taste, he'll tie you to him. Similarly to a mate binding but not quite.

Mates.

The word makes me think of Green eyes. I wonder where he went and if Rory is right and they're lying in wait for us to slip up.

I let out a growl and shove thoughts of Hellhounds to the back of my mind. Tonight I'm going to get fucked up, take some mushrooms and drink some spiked blood.

I grab my black slingshot bodysuit, blood red bondage leggings and black nightshade lace skirt then pair the outfit with my Scream Queen platform boots. The strappy outfit is very fucking revealing but at a blood rave, the less clothing, the better.

Two hours later, I'm snorting lines of Insania. A pink powder drug created with herbs and a special plant that only grows for witches. It's a mild hallucinogen and a major upper but ingest too much and you'll go insane, hence the Latin name. You'll begin to see hallucinations of your worst fears but these feel so real that you can't talk yourself down from the high.

"Oh! I want some, Ronny!" Roxy says as she appears next to me. I rub my nose and give her a skeptical look.

Last time I gave her some she ended up horribly injuring two Lycans by swinging her spiked ball and chain around doing her ‘dance moves.'

Rolling her eyes she says, "It won't be like last time, I promise. I'll be a good girl." She throws in a big pout and whines like a puppy. Roxy always gets what she wants.

"Okay but I swear I will tell Darren what really happened to his Maserati if you get out of hand tonight."

Rory walks in and tosses us both our entry passes. They're bracelets that have been charmed to cloak the wearer. We don't exactly need one but it keeps up cloaked from humans while visible to Supes.

Snapping on the bracelets, we hold hands and teleport to Club Lust.

Walking into the club is sort of like walking through a veil. The building is hidden within the cloaking spell but once our bracelets touch the boundary line, the whole place is in view.

The entry is framed by the bright neon lips of a sexy Fae and walking through is like being swallowed into the otherworld of lust, ecstasy and euphoria.

Directly in front of us is the huge dance which is filled with the dancing bodies of almost every kind of species known to the Supernaturals, some of which are naked, all of which await the shower of blood soon to come.

The libidinous dancers dance erotically to the dubstep playing while my sisters and I make our way to the bar in the far right corner.

In the human clubs, hitting the dance floor to work up a thirst is often what happens but here in my world… you need to build up your sexual appetite with some drinks spiked with an aphrodisiac.

"Three Depraves and three Impures!" I shout to the bartender as Roxy bounces on the balls of her feet while Rory starts to move with the beat.

This is what we needed sisters. I tell them.

Yes! Now, let's get fucked up and find us some sexy men to taste. Roxy says enthusiastically.

I have to ignore the slight distaste I have for anyone who doesn't have tattoos and green eyes and judging by the way both of my sisters falter a split second… I think they feel the same way too.

"Fuck that. Let's have a well-deserved time and find some good dick!" Rory shouts as she hands us our shot glasses.

Completely unlike her but I won't complain tonight.

"Bottoms up Crows!" We shout in unison before shooting back the fiery liquor.

Quickly chasing the Impure shot with the Depraved drink, the fire in my throat soothes and soon the room begins to pulsate with the music. I toss the straw, chug the rest down, and grab Rory and Roxy's hands. They must've had the same idea because we all reach for each other.

Giggling like loonies, we make our way to the dance floor and shove others out of the way to get to the middle. Most people know us here and know our wicked reputation as the underworld bounty hunters so most move willingly.

Now, my sisters and I are close but we don't fuck around with each other sexually but when it comes to dancing? Let's just say we know how to seduce the men around us.

The music slows to a sensual beat, perfect for the carnal desire running through the veins of everyone around us. ‘HDMI' by BONES begins to speed up with the rapid lyrics and as the beat drops everyone begins to jump and swing their glow sticks.

Fuck yes!

I shift into my crow and fly up to the industrial beams ten feet above our heads and shift back. Hanging by the back of my knees I let my glow sticks drop before spinning them to the beat of the music.

The dancers cheer louder when the club's dancers take my show as their cue to begin their pole dances. After a few more minutes, I drop from my position as a Fire Fairy begins to spin fire on stage. I love this place.

Everyone can let go of their masks and be who they want to be for the night. No judgement and no fouls. You are who you want to be and anyone with a problem can suck an egg.

I signal to my sisters that I'm headed to the bar but Roxy is jumping up the stage to dance on the poles while Rory continues her dancing with a Succubus named Gianna.

Getting to the bar, I order a glass of blood and mix in some of my Insania for a little pick-me-up. All that dancing has me feeling in need of it.

Just as I bring the glass to my lips, my eyes land on Mayfly as he scoots between my stool and the now vacant one next to me.

Mayfly is somewhat of a crime boss in our world. Living against the rules and laws of the Elders and running illegal businesses like he's untouchable, Mayfly has an air of unfiltered dominance. My sisters and I turn a blind eye to his deeds against the elders so long as he gives us useful information on other criminals. Usually they're his rivals anyway.

"Will you dance me for me, Crow?" He slithers out the name like a hissed sigh.

He's devastatingly gorgeous with his light cocoa skin tone and gray eyes. But he's like a demon; once he has you, you're nothing but a wonton addict, salivating for more of him.

"Hello, degenerate." I smile sweetly, flashing my fangs, "No, I will not dance for you."

He reaches over and waves his fingers in my face like he's a street magician who is about to pull a quarter from my ear but I know he's trying—and failing—to use his magic against me. I wink at him when the magical waves of his fingers stop moving and he sees it's no use on me.

But he's not deterred. He drops his hand to my thigh and moves on to the pleading part of his attempts. I can't say I'm not tempted. His luscious lips and sharp teeth are just begging for some action but it won't come from me.

"Don't you want to loosen up? I can show you things you've never seen before." Again with the hiss only now he drags his fingers up my thigh before hooking a finger in one of my bondage straps, "I can make you feel things you've never felt."

I'm about to break his wrist when a loud snarl sounds from somewhere followed by gasps and screams. I know that snarl.

The Hounds are here, sisters.

I see them at the entrance. They're headed towards you but Joker spotted me! Roxy says with glee.

Be ready!Rory shouts.

The crowd parts and three Hellhounds stand before us. Tongues of fire lick out from their open cuts as they bare their teeth.

I reach for my blades but before I can attack, the men shift.

In their place; three men, clothed like sexy bikers. They continue to bare their teeth at the people around us, threatening anyone standing too closely.

Green eyes is focused on Mayfly and how his hand grips my bicep in a possessive manner but all he does is push me behind him like I'm some fragile little bone the dogs want.

"Speak to my mate again and I'll rip your throat out, continue to touch her and I'll rip your worthless soul from your body." Green eyes looks like he's barely holding himself back but his words piss me off.

"I'm not your mate, mutt." I'm seething.

The people around us start to slowly go back to dancing and partying, the drugs flowing through their systems sway their fears back to euphoric levels but they keep an eye out on the men.

"You heard her, she's not your mate. Now I suggest you take your friends and get out of my club or I'll have you removed, piece by mangey piece."

Fucking men. Claiming women like property and then fucking off without care.Like the breeze in an open field; coming and going as they please.

I shove Mayfly out of my way as Green eyes completely ignores him and gives me a devilish smirk, "Not your mate, eh? Let's see."

Green grabs the arm of the closest girl and slams his lips to hers.

Just like what happened with Roxy, I attack with only one thought on repeat.

Mine!