The Bleeding Hole: Prologue

The Bleeding Hole
by: HoukanGishi


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The Bleeding Hole. It's the center of the Night Walkers culture. Young people come from all over to loose themselves in the music of the throbbing dance floor. Most never make it home.
During the day it sits as an empty abandoned building, but at night it pulses with unspeakable sins.
The bartender is a Xet Kesdu, or a soul stalker, named Aubrey. She's run and owned the place since it's opening in 1947 and had owned many like it before hand.
With her gold spun hair, wide icy blue eyes and deceptively thin frame she barely looks old enough to own about, much less run such an establishment.
The D.J. is a young vampire by the name of Orion. He was turned seven years ago. The vampire feeding on him had decided he was too pretty to rot underground and sired him before leaving him in an abandoned basement.
The main bouncer's name is Slade. Another Xet, and a life long companion of Aubrey's. He lost his humanity at the age of 26 when his lover, a vampires by the name of Lidalia had found him bleeding to death from a gunshot wound. He had lost too much blood for her to drink enough to make him a vampire so she just fed him her blood, thus making him a soul stalker.
When he awoke after the transformation he killed her in a Xet Kesdu's first rage. They say you can still hear him call out her name in his sleep.
The dark dance floor and smoky booths of the Bleeding Hole have held the most dangerous of their kind. Jem, the Day-walker, and her first sired, Chase, the hunter, always close by. Silas and Adila, those who over threw Drake and, as a result, became king and queen of the Society of the Night. Galatea, the first Xet-Kesdu, and the most feared.
They tell their stories for those brave enough to listen, but then again the curious cat is often dead.
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"Zandra I'm not letting you investigate this place." Mr Dunham put the paper down and looked at me over his reading glasses. "It's not safe. I can't let you run around after a bunch of. . . what? Vampires? It's a ludicrous idea."
"Think of the Story though! I could prove the existence of one of the oldest bedtime frights in existence. Not only that but just think of what we could learn. Some of these vampires have been alive for centuries!" I argued.
"Who do you think is going to believe you?"
I glared at him.
"Besides you said yourself, and I quote 'Young people come from all over to loose themselves in the music of the throbbing dance floor. Most never make it home.' Why should I let you walk willingly into that? Your father would kill me."
"You don't need to worry about that," I assured him quickly. "I found a vampire willing to take me in as his. . .pet. . .the other vampires, under their own laws, wouldn't be able to touch me. I'd be a claimed human. It's perfectly safe."
"Yes, unless that vampire decides to gets a little hungry." Mr Dunham's voice rose in volume as he finished his sentence.
"Mr. Dunham I am doing this with or without your permission," I stated quietly. "It's up to you weather or not you want this story. If you don't I'll just take it somewhere else."
He sighed. "You've always been such a willful child but fine I'll allow it. Just don't die on me Zandra. I'm not going to be the one to explain this to your father."


That night I found myself waiting in the icy cold to get into the warehouse that held the Bleeding Hole. I was dressed much like the other human "pets". In other words barely at all. The wind tore right past the tight leather skirt and silver sleeveless top that Darin, my vampire companion, told me brought out my eyes. I stood shivering with Darin's arm around my shoulders for what seemed like hours. Finally we reached the front of the line and for the first time I truly laid eyes on Slade.
The Xet Kesdu was a tall imposing figure blocking the doorway with his football player frame. He took one look at the way I was dressed and smiled greasily. "Welcome to the Bleeding Hole," He mumbled, pulling something out of a crate next to him and handing it to Darin. Darin took my hand and we moved past him.
Inside seemed to be nothing more that a writhing mass of bodies all moving to the music that thrummed from the massive speakers around the room, lights and hands playing over their bodies. Looking around I caught site of the platform where the music originated from and the Asian beauty who ultimately lorded over the movement of the room.
I spun around as I felt Darin slip something around my neck. "Don't want to mar that Pretty little throat fo yours." he said in my ear, trying to whisper and be herd over the music at the same time. I reached a hand up and felt what could only be a collar.
"SO that's how they tell the domestic and the wild ones apart" I thought to myself before Darin claimed my hand once again and pulled my onto the pulsating dance floor.
We dance for hours before I caught anyone who matched any of the descriptions of the Night Walkers I was looking for. just as I was about to ask Darin if we could get out of there, a man and woman came up on either side of me.
Their arms were bared, revealing matching tattoos of a blue and a black rose, their stems entwined around one another. "Are you the pet who wanted to talk to us?" the man asked, pressing close to be herd over the throbbing music.
"Are you Chase and Jem?" I returned.
The woman smiled and moved in, trapping me between their ever moving bodies. I stood very still, trying not to get distracted. "We are." The woman answered simply. She placed her hand on my shoulder and spun me around, pushing me after an already moving Chase.


"You want to hear our story?" Jem's eyes had changed in the thirty seconds it had taken to get to the booth we sat in. The hard emerald of before softened to an almost hazel color.
"Yes," I answered. "Your's and a few other's caught my interest while I was talking to Darin.
"What price are you willing to pay?" Chase asked.
"Anything." I answered.
"Anything is a dangerous thing to promise," Jem said quietly. " but very well. I'll tell you our story."


A/N:This is just the prologue.