“Are you trying to seduce me,” Anthony asked softly into her ear before running his tongue along the rim of her ear.
“Yes, is it working,” she asked as her breathing quickened.
“A little,” he admitted and then nipped at her neck again which caused her to arch her back and only her head on his should and his ass against his groin were touching.
“The only thing I wonder now is, why bother? I am not the best looking man in this place. Also why would the bartender call you about me,” Anthony asked and she stiffened in his arms pulling away and he released her. She walked and the crowd parted before her and Anthony followed after her. She approached a door at the back of a club with a large man on either side guarding the door. She walked through unhindered but when Anthony tried to follow one of the guards stepped in front of him so Anthony stepped back.
“They have to frisk you,” Jessica said as she stood holding the door open. Anthony’s gaze flicked to her then back to the large man standing impassively before him. The man said nothing and his expression was blank but the thought of this man touching him made his skin crawl and he didn’t know why. Anthony shook his head and stepped back farther from the guard. The guards eyes flashed red and returned to normal as he took a step mirroring Anthony’s.
“I am afraid you don’t have any choice,” Jessica said. Anthony’s face twisted into grin and his eyes began to shimmer with fire as his anger at being afraid and at being threatened mounted. The guard stepped back warily as his eyes became burning orbs that glared at the three of them angrily. Suddenly he felt the point of something sharp pressed against his back.
“You will comply,” the female dressed in the black dress said as she held his shoulder and kept the weapon pressed firmly into his back. Anthony’s anger flared and he grinned savagely as his power flared and his eyes blazed bright enough and hot enough that the three people a few feet in front of him could feel it.
“No…” Jessica began but was too late. Anthony relied fully on the partial power of a High Djinn and he moved. He moved so fast that he went beyond the speed where their eyes could follow his movements. He ripped himself from the woman’s steely grasp and pivoted behind her. He wrapped a hand around her neck and forced her to her knees and wrenched the knife from her grasp at the same time. This happened in a split second and when the woman realized she was caught she began to struggle and the two men stepped forward to aid her but froze when Anthony moved the knife toward the woman. The woman in black continued to struggle regardless of the knife in front of her but could not break his grip on her neck.
“Stop or else,” Anthony said and released a rush of the power flowing through his body into the knife in his fist. Lighting the color of fire flashed along the blade and extinguished and the knife crumbled to dust in his grip. The woman stilled in his grasp at the sight and glared up at him from her kneeling position.
“Now, here is how this is going to work. I am going to allow this woman to stand and we will follow after Jessica, you will close the door and remain here. Do you understand,” Anthony asked the two guards who nodded in agreement. Anthony hoisted the woman in black to her feet by her arm and neck she gritted her teeth at the treatment but didn’t struggle. The door opened into a wooden paneled hallway and Jessica led them forward as the door closed with a thump behind them. Jessica opened a door that led through what looked like a game room. An air hockey table and arcade games were set up in the room and multiple big screen TVs lined the walls with every game system Anthony could remember hooked up.
“This way,” Jessica said as she led them to a door and opened it. She stepped through and he followed into a dining room with a long dining table. There were maybe twenty people at the table looking to be waiting for the food to arrive. Then Anthony noticed the metal pitchers every few feet down the table and how every single person had a goblet and he realized that dinner was already served. The talk around the table began to cut-off as people noticed their entrance. Jessica headed toward the head of the table where a man with greying hair was sitting and drinking from a goblet while speaking to the people around him. That end of the table had not yet noticed their arrival, when one of the people at that end saw them he leaned forward and whispered to the man.
“Jessica, what is the meaning of this,” the gray haired man said leaning back when he saw them approaching. Jessica lowered her face to look at the floor before in shame before talking.
“Ivan called from the bar and said there was a strange human at the bar. Ivan said that he made references to being eaten and that whoever he was talking to called him a king so we went to check out the situation,” she explained. The man nodded and he glanced at Anthony who met his glaze with a bland expression.
“We were on the dance floor and Ivan indicated him to us,” she said motioning toward Anthony.
“I got him to dance even though he was reluctant and then led him toward the entrance to the coven. When we got to the door and the guard stepped forward to frisk him he balked. When the guard was going to try force Anthony’s eyes became fiery orbs and the guard retreated. I think he was going to leave but Jenny came up behind him and placed a knife to his back and told him to comply,” Jessica said. The man’s gaze turned to Jenny who lowered her eyes to the floor and would have lowered her head had Anthony’s still firm grip on her neck didn’t allow such movement.
“And how exactly did Jenny come to be held if she was behind him with a knife,” the grey hair man asked in an ominous voice.
“He moved faster than anything I have ever seen. Even faster than us and he disintegrated Jenny’s knife when she was struggling to get her to stop,” Jessica explained. The gray haired man leaned back in his high backed chair and studied Anthony as Anthony watched him and the vampires, because he was convinced everyone in this room but himself was one, around the one in charge. Most of them looked at him like he was an insect and the rest looked at him with open hostility.
“Why are you here mortal,” the grey haired man asked Anthony. Anthony considered the man and his question before answering. He kept the Djinn power flowing through him ready to be used in an instant just by willing it to do so but not close enough to make his eyes glow. The flow of so much power was beginning to give him a massive headache. He ignored the pain and tried to decide what to do. The vampires would be strong allies if he could convince them to join him but he had some reservations about them as well. They didn’t seem found of outsiders and they were not above using force to accomplish what they desired.
“I came to offer an alliance of sorts but I am not so sure I wish to do so now,” Anthony finally replied. He maintained his grip on Jenny’s neck firmly but not enough to cause pain. She would flex her neck every so often to check and see if his grip had loosened so she could escape. Anthony felt someone begin to slip into his mind much like Sar-Rah had done but this felt cold and sharp unlike her warm touch. He smashed that inner force he had used to caress Sar-Rah with into the cold feel. That was a cry from the vampire female sitting to the right hand of the head vampire, she swooned in her seat and slumped to the table unconscious and her head met the table with a hollow thud.