Issue #29-A Shattered Clasp

A Shattered Clasp
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There are fourteen patrons in the dance club. Three dancers making the rounds hoping to add an extra fifty to their purses for a lap dance. One barkeep who watches with cool lilac eyes and one bouncer leaning on the portal Mikel just entered Peeping Thom`s through. His mind has calculated all this and stored it but his full attention now resides on the blond who hangs upside down from the silver pole, her fall of golden hair blanketing the dirty floor.

Rayvenwing groans rabidly to see Ephra, heavy breasts bared, slide to her back under pale blue lights then erotically pump her hips in perfect rhythm to Rob Zombie`s ‘American Witch’. He nearly propels himself up to the stage then and there, incensed beyond common sense to spread those nineteen year old legs under the azure floodlights and take her. Wisely he barks out his order to the lilac eyed woman still unable to pull his thoughts from Ephra slithering forward, her pink nipples scraping the floor, to take a tip from some poor horny hominid with her small white teeth.

Mikel slams the Stolichnaya down reveling in the crisp cold burn over his vocal cords. His witch falls to her back before her inebriated admirer then rolls over offering the heated human a long look at her taut derriere. It`s when the drunken bastard dares touch her that Rayvenwing explodes from his stance at the bar. Tables and chairs are over-turned by a seething wave of ebony leather and hair. It happens fast. The human gives Ephra`s cheeks a squeeze then finds his jaw shattered.

Mikel turns his feral gaze to Ephra upon the stage, his knuckles weeping from breaking a score of teeth. Her blue eyes are wide as she kneels in the sapphire light, her expression a mix of pure shock tinged with something else he can`t describe. Nor does he care to. He climbs to the stage and reaches down to take her nude forearm in a firm grip.

“Come!” he snarls loudly ignoring the curses falling to him from Rubert the vampire who is in charge of busting humans skulls. Tugging the girl to her dark heels Mikel strides from the main stage dragging the busty witch behind him, his eyes whipping a warning to the dancers they encounter backstage. The women scurry from their path. Ephra tosses half-heated apologies over her damp shoulder while inwardly enjoying the looks of envy on their faces.

The pair slam into one of the cluttered and cramped dressing rooms startling a thin Hispanic girl who he thinks is called Donita so badly she shrieks and drops her mascara wand.

“Out,” Mikel growls down at the brown-eyed thing. She gives Ephra a long look of concern as she lingers.

“It`s okay,” Ephra tells her. The young woman nods, grabs a robe then squeezes by pulling the door closed behind her.”Mikel what the…..”

His mouth taking hers ends her query.