The Black God (Chapter Four, page 1 of 7)


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Ashley danced long and hard to the throbbing techno in one of the local clubs. She always felt best when she was working out, fighting or doing something else physical like dancing for hours to the quick beat. Sweat dampened the back of her neck from the activity and crowded club, and she grinned at her latest partner. Guys and girls rotated in and out as her dance partners. None were ever able to keep up with her for long, and she closed her eyes, not caring who was present when she opened them.

She let the music sweep her away instead and worked out the anxiety that often came with fighting vamps. There were moments every time when she truly feared for her life and others when she didn't think anything in the world could touch her. She'd been fighting vamps for a few months and was growing more confident in her skills. But sometimes, like when she tried something new such as facing down four vamps, she became a little intimidated, a little uncertain about her training and preparation.

At the four hour mark, she finally left the dance floor and sidled up to the busy bar. She was a regular at the club, and the bartender brought her a glass of ice water. She squeezed through the crowded space to grab it.

"Thanks," she panted with a smile and shifted away.

"Buy you a drink?" someone asked from behind her.

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