The Baddest Biker Bar In Town: Hidden By The Night (9 page)

As the city begins to awaken and people begin to bustle about the streets, one woman doesn’t move. She slumbers deeply in her black silk sheets, covered by her black velvet comforter. Black orchids hang next to head on her nightstand and only one sliver of light makes it’s way into her intentionally darkened bedroom. The light is only visible under her door otherwise, one would have no sense of time in such a place. A black crystal chandelier hangs over her bed and two samurai swords cross on her headboard. Jane Vineti is an ominous woman with huge fake breasts, large seductive lips and fierce deep brown eyes. Her jet black hair reaches her waist and she stands six feet tall like a real amazonian woman. No man has been in Jane’s bedroom and for a very good reason. People are scared of her as they feel their heart flutter when she walks by them. Her beauty is intoxicating and one look from her melt’s people. She has the ability to have anything she wants, her power is well known. People know you can’t say no to Jane Vineti.

Jane’s bedroom has black curtains, blackout electric blinds, black leather furniture and a black rug on a deep mahogany brown colored wooden floor with large black steel bolts. A human sized cast iron bird cage holds a black dove next to a 15 foot tall mirror framed in black glass. Jane is a fashionista and many women try to follow her gothic style of dark hair, smoky eyes and dark lipstick. Even her wine glasses are black crystal glass. Her black Steinway piano in the living room has a haunting look elevated on an island in a pit surrounded by recessed seating in the shape of a five pointed star. Above the piano is a long chain which holds a black glass ball with a red light inside of it. The living room has 19 foot high ceilings and blood red curtains. It is gothic in every sense of the world but extremely rich in taste.

Jane awakens and pulls her body out of bed. Her eyes flash and for a moment, they look like cat eyes. She yawns and we see her cuspid teeth are noticeably pointed which is a trend among the gothic community. Jane gets up and her assistant, a pale skinny gothic girl with black eyes is waiting with her coffee and briefs her on her schedule. Jane puts on a tight black dress and black leather jacket and walks with her assistant to her elevator. A black phantom takes them to Vampire Enterprises which is a huge skyscraper in New York. It is a multimedia production and marketing powerhouse. She is the head of it all and people are frankly just flat out afraid of her. Rumor has it she has a violent temper and has a thing for kinky sex.

However, she manages to grow her business year after year flawlessly, landing major contracts and always producing the most seductive and award winning marketing campaigns. It seems that everything she touches turns to gold. Although rather sinister, she has a palpable power that everyone wants to figure out, if she will let them close enough. She’s a mysterious woman and her assistant protects her like her life depends it. Part of Jane’s success is that she throws a massive theme party every weekend so she has a continual stream of important people coming into her exotic and impressive home that want to work with her. Party attendees brag about being invited and tell people about this mysterious woman. New clients are on a three year waiting list with her company and people are literally banging down the door to get a piece of her magic. Trained at Harvard with a master’s in marketing from Yale, she’s much smarter than most men she meets and much younger. But people know when she looks them in the eyes, they get weak in the knees. She has what is known around the city as ‘looks that could kill.’

Her gigantic black desk is completely clear of paper and one Mac desktop computer sits on the corner. She moves her black mouse and her pale skin shows her veins. Diamond rings adorn all of her fingers and her black nails come to a point on the end. Her hair is appropriately fashionable. Her bangs are cut straight across her forehead highlighting her eyes. She is always perfectly groomed and expects all of her employees to be the same. One sloppy untucked shirt is grounds for being fired. The empire she has built is not by accident, she’s a control freak and the image of her company has to be pristine.

Jane only mingles with the most powerful people in New York City and has a knack for making people’s businesses an overnight success. Her home is legendary as are the luxurious parties she throws which are attended by many of the wealthy elite. Wealthy businessmen, celebrities and male models around the world  pursue this power woman. She has a mysteriously seductive air about her and rumor has it she has a super power that she’s used to build her empire. People wonder if she is messing with dark occult powers. The big mystery is why this sexy socialite has never been seen with a romantic partner. It seems no man’s charm can open her heart.

              This particular morning she sees her schedule, which is usually full of trust fund babies who meet with her and ask her to brand their next company. She looks at her schedule bored with how easy she knows these clients will be. “Where’s my next challenge?” She says to her assistant who knows her well. “I think he just arrived Jane. I’ll show him in.” Marcus Beaux, a part of the royal Danish blood line walks in wearing a black suit and black shirt and tie. He is striking and Jane looks at him to see his weakness. She wants to crack him and she wants to use her secret powers on him. Jane smiles showing her sharp teeth. He comments, “I like your style.” She stops smiling. “Don’t flatter me, it’s not going to get you anywhere.” He says, “but I thought the black leopard in a cage in the foyer was over the top and cruel.” She says, “there you go. Part of marketing is getting in touch with people’s feelings.”

              Jane is highly manipulative. She plays the cat and mouse game with people for fun. He shifts in his chair, ready to play defense and launch an attack. He decides to use his looks to charm her. “Listen I don’t care if you pick up our brand or not. I really just wanted to ask you out on a date.” Jane’s ears perk up and she says, “so you flew your private jet all the way here just to ask me out on a date? How sweet. But you realize you’re wasting my fucking time right?” Jane doesn’t play it safe even though he’s royalty. He knows how to play hardball and responds, “or maybe you’re wasting mine.” She lifts her nose and turns to look out the window. “Mr.Beaux what is it exactly that you want?”

              Now he’s ready to attack and he says, “I want to know where you get your power. Everyone knows about but I want to see it.” Jane turns around sharply and says, “oh you want to see it do you?” She turns to her assistant and says, “close the blinds.” Jane slowly unbuttons her shirt and Marcus leans back enjoying the woman’s crazy antics. Her bright red bra is bursting at the seams with her fake breasts. “Not bad,” he says, “but I wonder, I’ve heard you’re tough, but I want to know. How tough are you?” She smiles nods to her assistant who kneels in front of her and buttons her shirt slowly, moving her hands intentionally under her shirt to turn Marcus on.

              Jane looks at him without smiling. “Alright, you’ve passed my first test. Next you have to come to my party this weekend. I hope you can handle yourself at a party because we don’t fuck around. There will be plenty of ass for you to chase there.” He smiles and says, “the only ass I’m chasing is yours.” She doesn’t break her poker face and says, “few men can handle me and my power. If you’re up for the challenge, let’s see how long you will last.” She delivers the words like a death threat and they drop heavy like a gauntlet. He looks at her sternly, “I assure you I am used to playing with fire and I play hard.”

              “Then let me film you,” she says. “What?” She looks to a camera on a tripod in the corner. Marcus is a very sexual being, as a male model and sex icon. He knows that Jane is very private and has never before been seen in public with any man let alone on a sex tape so he knows she wouldn’t blackmail him with it. “I’ll have sex with you on camera.” She shakes her head, “did you honestly think I’m that stupid? No you will have sex with her on camera. That way you will have to do whatever I say or I will release the video.” He stands up and looking her right in the eye pulls down his pants. The assistant, used to this drill walks over and sits on the desk. Still looking directly at Jane, he pushes the assistants skirt up and pushes her underwear to the side and starts fucking her. Jane says, “come on now, make me believe it.” He kisses her neck and grabs her breasts. “Better,” Jane says.

              “Alright, that’s enough,” Jane says and Marcus senses a slight twinge of jealousy. “Don’t be late tonight. We will email you the address.” Marcus, sweating looks at her and smiles, he knows it’s hard not to look at his six pack. “You can look,” he says, “I know you want to.” She looks at him like a piece of art on auction, wondering how much it’s worth. She let’s him stand there naked for a minute and then shrugs her shoulders as if she’s not that impressed. She smiles and puts his pants and shirt on. He looks back to normal and the assistant shows him out.

The stilt performers and fire dancers are warming up for the weekly party at Jane’s. The performers are dressed in black leather bras with straps crossing their abdomen and tight black leather pants. They sport black mohawks and extreme gothic makeup. The food is also ominous with spicy hordeurves and mouth watering hot red meat kababs. Jane herself is wearing a full goth costume with ten inch platform boots, a trenchcoat and sheer black skintight body suit. A platinum chain with diamonds hangs from her nose to her upper ear as if making a statement that she doesn’t feel pain and invites it. The eclectic underground music sets the tone for a night of dark and devious debauchery. As people start showing up, many of them are unrecognizable in their gothic costumes but there are many important figures in the social arena in attendance. Jane’s train is held up by her assistant, even her party’s are well thought out as a chance to develop the mystery around her own persona. But what most people think is that it’s all a show and it’s actually not.

Jane and her assistant have a dark secret and their darkness is alluring to the powerful people in the city. Those that watch her know she is using some type of dark force to get where she is in the business world and people show up in hopes to decipher that secret. Jane creates layers of separation between her and the attendees which gives her more intimidation over the people feeding off of her energy. They show up to suck up her black magic but there’s usually one or two that go down as a sacrifice. Jane’s parties are also a covert initiation into the underworld of vampires. Her and the group that has already been initiated keep a watchful eye for the ones they want to recruit into their kind. They see who is most willing to sacrifice themselves in exchange for the powers of the underworld.

There are secret rooms where the initiations happen and although they are not generally willing, most of the victims have given non-direct consent. The bowels of the city hear only legends of these parties and everyone knows that there are forces at work but no one as of yet can prove it. A burn mark on the inside of Jane’s wrist in the shape of a drop of blood shows her true bloodline. She is blood thirsty and her parties are a cover up for the luring of the chosen ones that she will get to bite to feed her hunger.

At exactly midnight, four men walk in the door wearing large black fur jackets that reach the floor. They do look like total badasses in their black sunglasses. Three large Danish men surround Marcus as body guards. Two large men the size of Vikings stand next to Jane who sits on a throne watching the performance from above the crowd. There is sorcery in the air and people love it. Jane locks her eyes onto Marcus and begins to call him to her with her mind. He walks directly to her through the dance floor which automatically clears at his own indignant presence. He shows no regard for the small people who have nothing to offer him, he goes straight to the source to sip the devil’s nectar. They have black top hats and black canes.

In accordance with the fanfare of the event and for all the people that think the gothic decor is merely for entertainment, Marcus bends down on one knee, taking Jane’s hand and kisses it as if in a royal courtship. She nods for him to take the throne with her which has always until this very moment, remained empty. A rush of adrenaline courses through his veins, stronger than any drug. All the male sycophantic hearts skip a beat as they covet his gifted status. The moon is visible outside the nineteen foot windows. Jane says, “it’s almost full. I will need you tomorrow.” He smiles looking straight ahead, knowing he’s reached in the inner lair of the power circle. She is controlling him with her mind now.

She pulls a large hood over her head and invites a guest up who has an introduction to make. One man says, “we are from New Orleans and at your service.” Jane says, “the feeding has begun, take your positions.” She indicates to the high towers they can climb up to for what is considered psychic feeding in the vampire circles. The vampires thrive on two types of energy in their nocturnal way of living, psychic and sanguinarian (blood). This sub culture easily grabs hold in a city where psychic forces run rampant on the insecure population. Most of the crowd in the center feels a rush from the spectacle of these people surrounding them and think that’s it’s just a part of the show, not privy to the real power that is being sucked from them.

There is a bowl of diamonds next to Jane as well as a golden goblet. She looks forward without smiling and says to Marcus with her hand resting on the table between them. She says, “If you’re going to join us, you will have all the power you need to acquire whatever you desire.” He says, “that is why we came.” He smiles and shows his cuspids have been shaved. This is the true sign of loyalty to the group. “I want more than power though, I need you. You have a very rare essence and I think we would be a power couple.” Now she looks at him directly and says, “Some things are irreversible.” There is almost a twinge of sadness in her words as if she regrets her true nature. For a moment, between all the show, their eyes lock and they feel human, one soul that caring for another, trapped in the maize, wanting out. “I can give you freedom but it comes at a cost,” she says in a very direct way. “I want to be with you,” he says, “no matter what the cost.”

Jane looks forward and keeping with her cold reputation, gets up and says, “She will tell you where to go.” Her assistant stands by the large thrown and waits for Jane to walk by. Jane disappears through a door in her black hooded cloak. The assistant indicates a hallway and Marcus takes that as his direction. He nods and get’s up. The three security guards follow him. He indicates for them to wait outside the door at the end of the hallway. He has not been recognized because of his disguise. These parties are highly private anyway with a very exclusive guest list. It is considered an honor to be able to attend one of her secret parties.

As he opens the door, a winding staircase is before him. It is dimly lit and he feels the action of descending them luring him beyond his control. He hears a violin playing faintly somewhere below. He begins to walk down, the air gets colder and thick. He can see his breath. Smoke drifts up into his nostrils with a pungent aroma of iron. At the bottom of the stairs he sees a fire place with a metal rod sticking out of it. He has heard rumors of this branding ritual. He knows it will be painful and he must do it himself. He walks without hesitation grabs the iron and sears it onto his left wrist directly where he saw Jane’s the first day they met. He is now entering the inner circle.

He turns around and Jane is sitting on a circular wooden island. She sits on a white fur with two chains hanging down over head. Jane lifts her hooded head and a tear runs down her face. She is still part human and she feels emotions. She wants his blood, his royal blood will give her tons of energy but she knows what she is doing to him. She knows his blood will be most ripe on the full moon and she tells herself to be patient, one more night. Marcus climbs onto the wooden pedestal and his hand gently wipes her tear. He sees the pain in her eyes, she bears her soul to him. He sees that she is also trapped in her own story, behind the tough exterior, there is a woman. He wants to save her and he knows he can’t. The only way he can bring any solace to her soul is to sacrifice his mortal self and join her. He knows the love he feels for this creature is twisted but it compels him.

He puts his finger under her chin. “What does a woman who has everything in the world want?” She smiles seductively. “Please release me from my mind, the weight of this world becomes heavy. I do pay the price.” He hears her words like daggers in his heart. He feels her broken heart and wants to mend it. He leans forward and kisses her heart, seeing the woman, trapped inside this villain. “I am devoted to you Jane.” He says. “Then take off your clothes royal one,” she responds suddenly finding a more playful spirit. He takes off his hat, his sunglasses, his coat and stands on his knees next to her. She undoes his belt and he takes off her hood. The ends of her long black hair rest on the white fur beneath them. He turns over his wrist to see his branding mark. She kisses it softly.

“There are rules,” she says, “Never speak of our rituals to anyone under any circumstances and get used to living nocturnally. Schedule your business meetings for after sunset or you will feel drained of energy. You will get energy from the minds of others and one other way.” Marcus is staying calm but his mind is racing. He’s trying to figure out if all the rumours are true,
is this woman a witch or a sorceress? Is she just pretending or is she really a vampire?
She says, “you have a day to decide if you really want to make this sacrifice.” He smiles and leans over her body. His face close to her body but not touching it. She raises her hand and he meets hers with his. Their fingers interlace.

“There is a lot of pleasure in the darkness my friend,” she says. He gently lays her down, his cock throbbing hard, wanting her and knowing he is just moments away from breaking down the fortress and entering her mysterious and magical world. “Welcome,” she says. He smiles and kisses her. Energy courses through his veins. She breaths in as she takes his energy too. He places his hands on her breasts and they can feel their energy building. She looks at his neck and licks her sharp teeth, feeling the overwhelming urge to bite him. He takes her shoulders and pushes her down hard. Her head hits the boards beneath her and she slaps him. A drip of blood trickles from his lip and she writhes in hunger at the sight of it. Her hand reaches up and she pulls back, controlling her inner beast but barely.

She grabs his cock and puts it into her. It slides in easily and this large man pleasures her with his girth. She is able to give into the pleasure, he isn’t gentle and she claws at him in anger. He also lets his anger unfurl as he pulls on her long hair and rocks her body like a ruthless machine. She is sturdy and wants to be pushed to her limits so she can find some emotional release. It’s been so long since she let her guard down and all the years locking up her emotions are being unleashed. She feels a vague memory of what it feels like to love and feel compassion but it is so faint. It is merely a faint whisper of something she cannot truly recal. She is cold and hardened by the life she has been forced to lead, her guilt is minimal and she quiets it by controlling everyone around her like mere pawns in her game.

She orders him, “you must climax.” She tells him, “turn me around and finish it.” He flips her around with his strong arms and pumps into her fiercely. She pushes against him and when they are done. There is a coldness that comes over them. An eerie foreboding sense of the task that lays ahead of them. She puts on her cloak and hood and says, “leave me,” in a very morose tone.

He stands, puts on his clothes and goes up the stairs without a word. The heaviness of his decision is finally sinking in. He feels the rush of power and the crushing sense of fear at the same time. He exits the door in disguise and walks directly out the front door with his guards. There is not a hint of his mind waivering. He is determined to follow through with this huge transformation to the dark side.