Chapter 39

Ann hopped out first and Paris quickly sped to the one back door and opened it and then to the other and opened it.
“You have a real keeper here,” Jessica said sarcastically.
“Oh, please, as if you don’t like being treated like royalty,” Ann joked back.
“Whose house is this, and why are the neighbors not complaining?” Jessica asked, thinking it was strange that there was a house party with music relatively loud.
“Why do you think?” Wynn asked, laughing, walking up to the door.
“The neighborhood is all at the party?” Jessica guessed.
“Nope, Michael compelled them all,” Wynn said, laughing before opening the door.
“Michael is here?” Paris asked, half disappointed.
“You brought your own party guests,” Deacon laughed, clearly already drunk.
“What are we drinking?” Wynn asked, noticing that Deacon has several bite marks on him, “or should I ask; who are we drinking?” Wynn noticed Deacon was wearing his shaman necklace, so he said nothing more.
“You should seriously let them bite you. It is better than being drunk!” Deacon stumbled to the nearest couch.
“I see the Vampire king and Lycan King are having a good time,” Jovita remarked, disgusted at what was going on around her.
“Come girls, I am taking you home,” Jovita said, grabbing the car keys out of Wynn’s hand.
“We follow by example,” Deacon said, laughing.
“Excuse me? I never behaved like this,” Jovita said in a lofty tone, offended.
“Loosen up princess, join your husband and relax,” Deacon grabbed her by her shoulders and turned her to face Juno, that had two prehistoric female vampires drinking from him.
“Juno!” Jovita yelled out.
“He is too far gone to care,” Michael laughed, standing up from the couch and smiling at Ann.
“Hello beautiful,” Michael said, wrapping his arms around her waist before kissing her deeply.
“Thanks for the invite,” Ann said after kissing him back.
“I knew Paris and Wynn are taking you ladies to some club, so I didn’t bother asking,” Michael said, picking her up and turning her body in such a way so that by the time he sat down on the couch again she was in a sitting position on his lap.
Ami looked around, feeling right at home being surrounded by all the supernatural, and walked to the kitchen to find herself a drink.
“You are really pretty,” one prehistoric vampire said, taking a piece of her long blond hair and turning it around his fingers.
“I am not on the menu,” Ami said, opening the fridge.
“I am,” he said, smiling sweetly at her.
“I will pass, thanks,” Ami said, taking a beer out of the fridge and leaning against the breakfast nook.
The prehistoric vampire reached out and opened her beer. “Ami, right?”
“And you are?” Ami asked, not really interested.
“Whoever you want me to be,” he smiled.
Ami rolled her eyes. “I think not.”
Jessica’s eyes went from Ami to Jovita, busy fighting with her father that was highly intoxicated, she looked around and saw Ann was happily sitting on Michael’s lap, Wynn was talking to some lady that looked twice his age and Paris was trying to keep Shysie off him.
“I am out of here,” Jessica said, walking out of the house, deciding she can take a walk home.
Jessica was a few steps into the street when Deacon caught up with her, “wait up my Queen.”
“Queen hu?” Jessica asked, looking around over her shoulder at him.
“Yip,” Deacon said, falling in next to her.
“Don’t we have to have a coronation or something first?” Jessica laughed sarcastically.
“Yeah, sure, but since you are my claimed mate and well the only known available pure royal Lycan wolf, you are considered the next queen,” Deacon said, slightly slurring.
“I think you need to go back home and sleep whatever this is, off,” Jessica advised, waving her finger towards him.
“Shift with me,” Deacon said.
“Why?” Jessica asked, frowning at him.
“So that I can see you naked again,” Deacon said, smiling.
“You are such a pig!” Jessica said, storming off, walking faster to get away from him.
“Crap, did I say that out loud?” Deacon asked no one in particular.
“Jessica, wait, come on, it is a joke,” Deacon shouted after her.
“Yeah right,” Jessica said to herself out loud, stopping for a moment to take off her high heel boots.
“Your feet are going to freeze!” Deacon shouted, no longer trying to keep up with her as he felt too dizzy from all the vampire bites.
“I will take her home,” Paris said.
“Don’t do that! You will give me a heart attack,” Deacon said, getting a fright when Paris appeared out of nowhere.
“Sorry,” Paris said, laughing before speeding over to Jessica.
“Can I take you home?” Paris asked, slowing down into a walk next to Jessica.
“Just take me back to the club,” Jessica said, allowing him to pick her up.
“The club? Why? It is dead tonight,” Paris said.
“Just the way I like it,” Jessica said.
“O-k,” Paris dragged out, picking her up and speeding off to the club.
“Do you want me to stay with you?” Paris asked, putting her down, and watching her put her boots back on.
“No, you can go,” Jessica said, making her way into the club.
The club filled up a bit since they left earlier, and Jessica made her way over to the bar for another drink. “Keep them coming,” she told her bartender friend.
“Here you go beautiful,” he said, passing her a club soda that he poured into a martini glass. He has been pouring her club soda into martini glasses for the longest time as Jessica didn’t want anyone to know how young she was as she was really just there for the music and didn’t want anyone to think she was an easy target. After drinking half of the club soda that was in the glass, she made her way to the dance floor. Jessica danced, making sure she kept her eyes on the ground as she didn’t want to accidentally meet someone’s eyes and have them think it was an invitation to dance with her.

A few songs later, Jessica felt a body press against her from behind and hands making their way around her to her waist.
“No,” Jessica said, pulling the hands off her, and turning around to face the guy that just tried to dance with her.
“You are so hot,” the guy said, pulling her in.
“Let go of me!” Jessica protested, shoving him off her.
“Chill,” the guy said, letting go of her.
Jessica left the dance floor and got to the bar.
“Everything ok?” her bartender friend asked.
“Yeah, just the usual touchy-touchy bloke,” Jessica said, drinking her club soda before holding it out to the bartender to fill it up for her again.
“I need the bathroom,” Jessica said, walking away, leaving her full glass of club soda on the counter.
“What’s her poison? Put her drinks on my tab,” a man said, taking a seat at the bar, right next to where Jessica left her drink.
“Sure,” the bartender says. “What can I get you to drink?”
“On the rocks,” the man said.
While the bartender turned his back to get the man his drink, the man looked around, checking that no one was watching before opening a capsule into Jessica’s club soda, releasing white powder into her drink, and stirring it with her olive stick.
“Here we go,” the bartender said, putting the man’s drink down before taking his credit card.
Jessica returned to the bar and at first, she does not recognize the man and took a seat before downing her club soda.
‘The olives must have sat too long in it,’ Jessica thought to herself when her club soda tasted weird.
“Another? This gentleman is paying your tab,” her bartender friend winked.
Jessica looked at the man. “You? I will pay for my own drinks. Thank you very much.” Jessica said when she recognized Mr. Touchy-touchy from earlier.
“Are you always this up tide?” he asked, ignoring her rudeness.
“What is it to you?” Jessica asked.
The bartender just shook his head and turned away, as he knew Jessica could handle herself.
“Joe, watch the bar. I am going to the loo,” the bartender shouted through a door as he walked past it to the restroom.
On his return, he found the man’s glass empty and Jessica’s glass that he refilled before leaving, half. He scanned his eyes over the dance floor, searching for her, and was shocked when he saw her in the arms of the very same man she called ‘touchy-touchy.’
‘Guess he must have said something right,’ the bartender thought, shaking his head.
After serving a few more customers, the bartender looked over at the empty dance floor. ‘I hope she didn’t leave with that guy,’ he thought, wiping off the bar.
Jessica slipped in and out of consciousness, feeling lightheaded and free, her body tingling all over.
“Boss, I have the princess. We are on our way now,” the man said into his Bluetooth headpiece while driving.
Jessica hardly registers what was going on around her. “My skin feels so soft,” she said, stroking her own arm, not realizing that she was not wearing her coat.
The guy looked over at her, licking his lips. ‘I wonder if the boss will know if I take a short turnoff to take this sexy thing for a ride,’ he thought to himself.
Having made up his mind, he put his indicator on and turned at the robot to go to the nearest hotel.
The guy left Jessica inside the car and went inside the hotel first to book a room, “one-room, please.”
“For one or two?” the receptionist asked with a yawn, in the early hours of the morning.
“We are two, but need only one bed,” the man said.
“Ok,” the receptionist said, typing on her computer, capturing the booking.
“Name and Surname?” she asked, looking up at the guy.
“Is this going to take long?” the guy asked as he painstakingly answered all the receptionist's questions.
Back at the car, Jessica woke up still heavily intoxicated. “Where am I?” she asked out loud, speaking to herself.
Jessica got out of the car. “Who's car is this?” she asked herself again, confused. Jessica looked around her and recognized her surroundings. “At least I am not too far away from home,” she talked to herself, her words slurring. Jessica made her way down the road and turned down a street, swaying around.
‘Did Darrell accidentally give me a real martini? I don’t remember tasting it, wait that last drink tasted funny,’ Jessica thought, her head turning.
Jessica noticed someone was walking toward her, but she was not scared. She could smell him, a mile away, his scent refreshing with a hint of whisky.
“I know you,” Jessica said, smiling and grabbing Deacon’s jacket in a flirtatious way, forgetting that she was supposed to hate him.
“Are you ok? Have you been drinking?” Deacon asked, wondering why she was so flirty.
“You look so sexy. Do you know how hot you are?” Jessica asked, her words slurring.
“Let me get you home,” Deacon said, wrapping his one arm around her waist to give her support.
“Home? Why? The night is still young. Don’t you have like a house party going on?” Jessica asked, losing her footing.
“Woah, come here,” Deacon swept her off her feet just in time.
“You are so strong. I like a guy with muscles, and you have plenty of it,” Jessica said, feeling his chest.
“You are defiantly drunk,” Deacon said as he walked towards her house.
‘Maybe I should rather take her to my house; can’t let her parents find her like this,’ Deacon thought as he turned onto the next road to go to his house.
“So, are we going to the club or to your house party?” Jessica asked, still feeling him out.
“My house party is already over as it is early morning hours and I am sure the club is closed by now,” Deacon chuckled.
“Ahh, I still want to party,” Jessica said, her lips brushing against Deacon’s ear, sending sparks down his body.