Carlisle

　　I kept walking, even though my feet hurt badly, and I needed to rest. Shelter was a top priority for me as I needed somewhere to rest and regain energy for the next day. Yet, I was currently in a dark forest, with no hopes of it.

　　I sighed in frustration, tucking another wayward strand of my hair behind my ears. Things were not looking as good as I hoped. Where would I be able to stop and rest for today?

　　I paused, leaning on the trunk of a very large tree, and bit my lips, thinking of my next move. I needed to find somewhere to rest now.

　　No sooner had I begun to furiously think then I caught sight of a flash of lights from afar. I gasped thinking it was my senses playing tricks on me. But I saw it again, and again. There was clearly something there that signified shelter.

　　With renewed motivation, I found the strength to straighten up and start walking again. As I kept walking in the direction of the lights, brushing through bushes and past large trees, the sounds of music began to filter in through my ears. The music got progressively louder as I approached.

　　By the time I had gotten to the building from which the strobe lights had appeared in the sky previously, I had noticed that it was a clubhouse. Of course it was, I groaned in my head, rolling my eyes outwardly. I would have been very tired if I did not realize that it was in the first place. I scrunched my face; I did not like going to clubs myself, but here I was. However, I shook my head, thinking to myself that I had no choice now. I needed to find some way to get shelter and all. With that thought, I began walking up the steps.

　　The bouncers only took one look at me before letting me in, which I was grateful for. The music was even louder on the inside of the club than on the outside. I cringed at the sight of scantily dressed males and females all around me, some engaging in provocative behavior that I could not fathom why they would do so in public.

　　I wanted to turn away, but I could not, knowing that I may not find another place easily tonight. Therefore, instead of walking out of the place, I went over to the bar that I spotted not too far away.

　　One of the bartenders gave me a wave after spotting me. He smiled as I nodded, beckoning him over and leaning in, so that he would hear me amidst the loud music and voices of the clubgoers. I could see the way his eyes would not stay on my face, instead, he looked at my chest as I had leaned in. I brushed the annoyance away, wanting to get this over with.

　　“I need your help,” He looked inquiringly at my face after I spoke, and I continued, my voice a bit above normal speaking level. “I want to know if there’s a small space available to spend the night in. It’s very urgent, please.”

　　He shook his head at me, and I felt a heavy sense of anxiety within me. Was he saying that there was no space for me at all? But the bartender then voiced out, “Well, if you need a place for the night, you can meet the manager for that.” With a small smile that denoted his lust, he spoke again after the brief pause, “But, I can offer you a good deal, baby. How about it? You can come spend the night at my place, you know. Not a bad idea, yeah?”

　　I glared at him, shaking my head minutely, “I’m not a hooker, just so you know. Don’t act that way with people you don’t know. You don’t know who you might piss off.” He frowned at my reply, before I asked, not giving him a chance to respond to my previous statement, “Where is the manager right now?”

　　He pointed out another man to me, sitting by a corner of the club and chatting with several people that passed by. I nodded before turning away from the man still staring openly at my breasts, and made my way to the manager now, brushing past others in order to reach him. As I reached him, I noticed the way his eyes roved up and down my body, giving me a once-over. He was leering and when he saw the look on my face at his actions, he straightened up, greeting me. I nodded in response to his greeting, before beginning to speak.

　　“I’m looking for a small space to spend the night in, just for today. Is that possible?”

　　The man leaned back with a small smile, “Oh, anything’s possible for you, honey. How long do you need the room?”

　　“From now until the next morning,” I replied, trying not to feel creeped out by his stare and smile. I had no choice right now, I told myself, resolving to stay as far as possible from him once I got the room.

　　He stood up now, saying, “Follow me”, before adjusting his trousers. I felt a wave of disgust come over me as he took another creepy glance at me, before licking his lips and walking towards a nearby door, on which was a plaque that said ,’Manager’. As we moved towards it, I noticed a hallway to the side, that various doors were on either side of it.

　　Once we entered the Manager’s office, I heard him turn the lock on the door. My hackles rose, and I whipped my head to glare at him.

　　“So, you were saying something about a room?” He spoke, giving me another smile.

　　I frowned visibly at him, nodding in the affirmative.

　　Then, after a pause, he spoke again, “Well, there’s a room just for you. Room number 2B,” He raised the key for me to see, and dropped it in his pocket. I watched him warily, sure that there had to be something else. And I was right, for the next moment, he said, “But the payment will need to be discussed first, don’t you think?”

　　I crossed my arms over my chest, and his eyes moved to stare at my chest once more. “cut to the chase and tell me what you want,” I demanded. “I am tired, and need the rest.”

　　“Just a little quickie, sweetheart. No big deal,” He said in a joking tone. I looked disbelievingly at him, before he clarified, “After all, you have to let me taste what you have, before I can give you the room.”

　　I wanted to leave right then, tired of all the bullshit and creepy, lustful stares. But, I had nowhere else to go tonight unless I went back to try and sleep in the dark forest I had just left.

　　A plan began to form in my mind, and with that, I nodded, giving the creep a smile, “Okay.” I moved to the desk, hoisting myself to stop it and parting my legs a little.

　　The action clearly had an effect on the manager, who stared at my laps that were now exposed due to the fabric rucking up, and his breaths came out harsher. I could see his eyes move from my breasts to my laps and he licked his lips once more. I beckoned him over, “Shall we? I don’t have much time, you know. I need to rest, I’m very tired.”

　　He nodded at that, rushing to unbuckle his belt with fumbling hands. I saw how his dick was raised, the hard-on he sported tenting his trousers. After some struggling, he finally got the belt open and he unzipped his pants. I fought not to laugh as I watched a bead of sweat roll down his forehead. He was desperate, wasn’t he? I fought not to roll my eyes at him, instead giving him a small syrupy smile as he approached me.

　　No sooner had he gotten near my place on the desk than I pushed the force of my fae powers into him, watching him fall to the floor at once, finally unconscious. I sighed in relief, brushing away the layer of nervous sweat that had formed on my own forehead. I continued using my fae powers on the unconscious manager.

　　He needed to think that I had done the deed with him, and also, that he was so drunk he could not remember what exactly happened. After a few minutes, I finally finished my work, alighted from the desk and moved to check his pocket that I saw him drop the key into. I found the key, a little bronze key with the label 2B engraved on it. With that, I exited, walking confidently out of the office.

　　I turned from the main floor of the club, moving into the hallway that I had noticed bore room numbers from before. They looked to be private rooms for VIP customers. Well, lucky me, I thought, and set about checking for room 2B.

　　I found it easily, and my relief was palpable. But as I was about to open the door and sequester myself there, away from the troubles of the world, the sounds of moaning from one of the rooms stopped me.

　　That voice… It sounded so familiar, but I could not put my finger on it.

　　I turned to glance at the door which led to the room the sounds emanated from Room 4A. I felt strange, lurking in the hallway and glancing at the door of someone else’s private room.

　　I would check in the morning, I told myself, and unlocked the door to my room. With one last look in the direction of that room, I entered and shut the door behind me.

　　The next morning it dawned bright and early. I had been unable to get more than five hours of rest, and had been taking my time in getting ready for the day. The plan for the day was not concrete, but the first thing on my mind was to leave this place. I put my hair up and put on my shoes, then I was out.

　　The sight of the hallway reminded me of the sounds from the room from before. Those familiar sounds… Now that I thought more about it, I now had a heavy feeling in my chest, and I could not, for the life of me, fathom why. I took small steps to the room, and was not facing the door, my hand on the doorknob.

　　Carlisle, you are being overdramatic, I tried to shake off this feeling. But I couldn't help but feel like something was very familiar about the voice from last night.

　　I opened the door, slowly, and took a peek inside. I did not take note of anything at first, but the sight made my eyes widen, and I saw him.

　　“Damon,” I whispered, placing a hand over my mouth when I saw the female companion sleeping beside him. The two were clearly in a compromising position, and naked. I had no doubts about what had happened there. The moaning last night was a clear indication of what had happened.

　　I gasped out loud, and I felt prickling in my eyes. I could not stop the tears, or the pain I was feeling. I could not stop the anger I felt at the sight of them both.

　　Why I was angry the way I was, I had no idea. I knew I did not want any relationship with Damon. I had told myself this all this while. I should not care, should I? So why am I crying?

　　I sniffled, the tears spilling from my eyes and down my cheeks. The sobs spilled from my mouth uncontrollably.

　　I did not know when Damon stirred, but I just stood there, frozen and in tears.

　　My heart leapt in my chest when he raised his head, turning to glance at the door, where I was standing.

　　I did not wait for anyone to tell me to leave. I turned and ran, and I heard shouts from behind me. I burst out of the clubhouse, and was panting, trying to look about me to know where I should go, run and hide. I felt his hand on my arm, and I turned around to snarl, “Get away from me!”

　　Damon, who was half-dressed and looking absolutely feral and hurt, began to try to pull me back. But I ripped my hand from his, shaking my head at him.

　　“Carlisle, please,” he pleaded. “Let me explain.”

　　I shook my head again at him, using my hand to wipe my tears, “Get away from me, Damon! I don’t want anything from you, especially not an explanation! Just stay away from me!”

　　I ran, hearing Damon’s shouts from behind me, but not caring.

　　I did not care.