Bride of the vampire
Chapter nineteen

CRYSTAL

The blaring sun kissed my soft skin through the open curtain, waking me up. I rolled from side to side of the bed. Last night, I felt like a real princess. Damien had cuddled me to sleep. I once again felt the feeling of being safe in his arms. I don't seem to get him at all. He's always grumpy and later he acts like he cares. For some strange reason, I feel hot and sweaty at the thought of him.

"What time is it?" I groaned on the bed, opening my eyes.

"Oh shit!" I suddenly yelled.

"Oh my God, I'm still in the special room, how could I forget?? Oh gosh!!!" I hurriedly packed my things and got out through the door not wanting anyone to know I slept in the club.

I arrived at work, as usual, running a bit behind schedule. I half-expected Angel to yell my name for my tardiness, but to my surprise, she didn't.

"Late again, huh?." Louis remarked, rolling his eyes.

I couldn't help but chuckle. It seemed like Angel had a special affinity for reprimanding me for being late, while Louis always ended up working extra hours if he arrived late. Perhaps it was because I brought in a significant amount of revenue for her every night at the strip club.

"Speaking of Angel, where is she?." I asked, scanning the area for any sign of her.

"Isn't she here?" Louis replied, sounding a bit puzzled. "She mentioned having some important work to attend to."

I was taken aback. Angel was known for her unwavering dedication to her job,never leaving her post no matter what. It was unusual for her to be absent.

Nodding in understanding, I made my way to the kitchen. I quickly put on an apron and covered my hair, ready to assist the chef.

"Good morning, Chef." I greeted Michael, a talented and friendly cook whom I hadn't seen in a while.

"Ah, good morning, Crystal! It's been a while since we last worked together." Michael replied, a warm smile spreading across his face.

"That's because I don't enter the kitchen," I said, rolling my eyes at his comment.

He chuckled and replied,

"Your eyes may fall off from too much rolling," winking playfully.

"You know, we should probably go on....."

I cut him off.

"Don't even go there". I chuckled.

Before I could finish my sentence, Louis, our boss, yelled from the kitchen, "Do you guys wanna chit chat or make some food for the customer?"

We all laughed at his remark, knowing he was right. I quickly grabbed the order and headed to table six.

"Order at table six, fries and chicken," Louis called out.

"On it," I responded, determined to serve the customer promptly.

As I approached the table, I noticed it was a guy, and he had a peculiar smile on his face. It made me feel a bit uneasy.

"Hello, sir. Here's your food. I hope you enjoy it," I said, bowing slightly as I placed the plate in front of him.

He looked up at me, still smiling, and asked, "What's your name?".

Forcing a smile, I replied,

"Crystal."

"Wow, your name suits you perfectly, baby girl."

"Uhmm, thank you," I stammered, my voice betraying my slight unease. "I think I should be going now."

"I'm Don." He introduced himself, his voice filled with a hint of confidence and intrigue.

****

After finishing my shift at the restaurant, I received a phone call from angel urging me to arrive at the club early. This wasn't anything new to me. As a stripper, it was common for us to take turns between stripping and serving as sexy waitresses. Personally, I preferred the stripping part, as at least then I wouldn't have to endure inappropriate conversations.

Upon arriving at the club, I made my way towards the strip club sanctum, hoping to avoid any unnecessary drama. However, my hopes were quickly dashed when I encountered Rose and her loyal bodyguard, Eva, blocking my path. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I realized I wasn't in the mood for their usual nonsense today.

"Oh my, Eva, look who decided to show up early." Rose exclaimed, feigning surprise.

"Not today, girls, please." I pleaded, not wanting to engage in an argument.

Ignoring their taunts, I continued walking, hoping to escape their presence.

"Whore." Rose spat out, causing me to freeze in my tracks. I turned around, my patience wearing thin.

"Oh, she turned around. We're in trouble now." they both laughed, revelling in their cruel words.

"I see you going around, seducing all the hot guys. You're such a little slut, Jae." Rose sneered.

"But we just wanted to give you a warning. You better stay away..." she continued, her voice dripping with venom.

"Oh, shut the heck up, bitch!" I yelled, unable to contain my anger any longer.

"Oh my darling boo boo, I can understand where you are coming from." I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

If she wants some drama, I'm going to give it to her.

"I mean, I can't help it if I'm drop-dead gorgeous and men can't resist me. Take a good look at me." I said, turning around in a slow circle to give her a full view.

"I don't have saggy boobs or a wrinkled face like some people". I pointed at Eva, emphasising my point.

"And unlike some others, I don't need to use clothes to create the illusion of a chest," I added, smirking.

"Now listen up, bitches," I said, taking a threatening step towards them, my face serious.

"I'm not someone you want to mess with. Especially not today. I've been avoiding you two for the past few days, but if you want to talk shit about me behind my back, go ahead. It's your mouth, do as you please. But Rose, if you ever block me and call me names again, I swear on my mother's life, you will never see the sun rise again." I finished, patting her cheeks before turning away.

"You're just all bark and no bite," Rose said, her voice trembling with fear.

Oh, this bitch!

"Oh really? All bark, no bite? Rose, darling, my bites are quite deadly. They can destroy you. If you don't believe me, why don't you try calling me names and see for yourself?." I smirked, challenging her.

She looked at me, rolled her eyes, and scoffed.

"Exactly what I thought. You won't dare," I forced a smile and turned my attention to Eva. The fear in her eyes made me feel powerful, almost creepy.

"Alright, girls, catch you later," I said dismissively before confidently walking away.

*******

I changed into the alluring, form-fitting dress that showcased every curve of my body, the uniform that all the waitresses wore. As I made my way towards the bar, the dimly lit room was filled with the scent of smoke and the overpowering aroma of alcohol. The atmosphere was thick with a mix of excitement and desperation, making me feel a sense of unease.

I couldn't help but notice some men shamelessly grop

ing the waitresses, their hands wandering where they shouldn't. Others were engaged in provocative dances, their bodies moving in sync with the pulsating music. It was a scene that left me feeling both disgusted and anxious. Balancing a tray with drinks, I approached a man who waved me over. His face was weath

ered with age, lines etched deeply into his skin. I couldn't help but wonder what an old man like him was doing in a place like this. Shouldn't he be enjoying the comforts of his home, being pampered by his loved ones? I chuckled to myself, replaceing some amusement in my own thoughts.

As I served him, I plastered a seductive smile on my face, all the while feeling a sense of revulsion. I quickly pulled away when he attempted to touch me.

"Please refrain from touching me," I firmly stated as I swiftly removed his hands from my body.

His eyes burn with anger and hunger.

I hissed. Such an Ill mannered old fool. Just because I work here does not give anyone the right to invade my personal space. It was evident that he had a wife waiting for him at home, yet here he was, an old fool, in a strip club attempting to touch a woman who could easily be his own daughter.

"Come on, sexy, I'll pay double," he said, his voice dripping with entitlement.

I let out a sigh, feeling conflicted. I knew I needed the money, but not in this unholy way.

A devilish thought crossed my mind, a way to put this disrespectful man in his place.

"First of all, I don't want your fucking money," I retorted, my voice laced with venom. "Now, go home to your wife before I replace her and tell her how you were busy touching a lady who's practically the same age as your own daughter." I smiled, relishing in the shock that registered on his face.

His expression quickly turned to anger, and in a fit of rage, he grabbed me forcibly.

"GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF HER OR YOU DIE".