A small warning this chapter contains hard sexual content, blood sharing and puplic sex.. so be warned.

*Davina*
Inside the club Tom leads us through the crowd of guests. They part for us, making a path. We walk directly to the stairs, without stopping or talking to anyone.

This is how it works, just like in the Grotto the rumours of the out of this World beautiful royals Will quickly spread and people Will come in throngs, hoping to catch a glimpse of Tom or Celine, maybe even of me. The bat is sure to be a success.

When we are upstairs, I go to stand at the railing, looking over the club. It is much bigger and more luxurious than the Grotto. The dance floor is surrounded by greek columns. There are victorian wallpaper on the walls, giving a more romantic and intimate feel than the Grotto. Actually it is kind of like being at a masquerade 300 or 400 years ago, a vampire masquerade. And I know that is exactly the illusion Tom's family has gone for and hit down to the smallest detail.

I look down at the guests. The way they stare at me makes me a bit uncomfortable and unsure if I even belong here with the beautiful royals. Now I get how big a part of the show the balcony really is. I hadn't realised clearly you can see everything from up here and how much you can actually hear from the bar. My cheeks start to flush, when I realise that this is how Tom knew so much about me when we first met. I don't want the guest to see how uncomfortable I suddenly feel, so I turn to walk to the couch were the royals has sat down.

I sit down next to Tom. Nobody seems to notice me, even Tom is deep in some conversation with some of the others and I feel lonely. These people all know each other well. They are talking like I would with my friends in the Grotto. And suddenly I miss them. My friends would never let anyone feel left out like this. They had let Soleil right in. They are like one big family, and not like the royals who are clearly a small exclusive group.

"What do you say Tommy ? Is it time to get a real party going ?" One of the guys grin expectantly and nods towards the club.

"Well that is what we are here for". Tom Lets out a laugh and places a hand on my thigh. "But I am sitting out tonight. So go get them Will".

I feel weird when the whole court turn their attention to me. There is something implicitly in what they say, but I don't understand it.

"With pleasure". Will gets up, holding out his hand to Celine. "Your highness". Celine takes with a little laugh, and they walk down the stairs.

"You haven't gone to get a drink". Tom leans back in the couch, as the conversation between the royals start again.

"No, I.. I guess I haven't".

"Don't let anything up here scare you Davina". Tom grows serious. "None of us are biting. Are we guys ?"

The others laugh and one guy lets his eyes slide over me. "Not unless you ask me too".

The hungry glare he sends me makes me really uncomfortable. Why is Tom suddenly such an ass ? Letting me get singled out in this way ? He just sits there, like he don't care that this guy talks to me and looks at me like that. He even laughs at it and I start getting angry.

Fuck them and their stuck up shit ! It is not worth it to be one of them.

"Wow, someone should give you an Oscar for that performance". The old Davina suddenly pokes her head out. "Did you practise a long time on that line ?"

Tom and the other breaks down in fits of laughter. The guy keeps staring at me, but in the end he gives in and laughs too.

"Relax. It was just a joke". Tom leans over to pour me a glass of wine. "We are here to have fun. Sometimes with get a bit to much into character with guests".

I accept the glass, sitting stiffly on the edge of the seat. Guests ! Way to point out that I am not really one of them. Not that I care, because this.. I am never doing this again. Not to show my disappointment I sip my wine, looking over the club. Actually I would prefer to go home right now.

"Davina ?" Tom's voice sounds behind me. "Did Lau make you upset ? Do you want me to kick his ass ?" I feel his hand on my lower back.

Still angry I turn around, ready to give him a verbal slap in the face. But as I look at him it is like a cloud of warmth ingulf me, his eyes drawing me in, melting my anger. I feel almost weightless.

"It's okay". I sigh and look down. Part of me know I should say something, tell him honestly how phonie they are and that I want to go home. But I can't, it's like I am under his spell, this feeling that I should be grateful to be with him filling me.

"You are with me. I won't let anyone get near you, do you get that ?" He grabs my chin, forcing my head up. "You are mine".

I should protest. Tell him that he doesn't own me, but his words send delightful thrill through me and instead I nod like a complesant little girl. But part of me wonder what happened to the Tom I know, the one who is sweet and fun and always listens to me.

"Good pet ! I might be a little under the influence of the hype surrounding us. It has been some time since I last got to hang with my friends and be in.. uniform". He say with a sugary voice.

Oh of course ! That is what's wrong. He has spend all his free time with me. I have kept him away from this.

"Sorry if I forgot you a bit. I didn't mean too". He pulls my face to his, kissing me so softly that I completely forget how unpleasant everything had been a short time ago.

Celine and William return with a small group of guests and the royals around the table get up to join them. Me and Tom is sitting alone in the large couch. I want to continue talking, but his eyes are locked on the others, like he expect something to happen and my eyes follow his.

The music change, slow, deep and seductive. The royals goes to the the side with their guests in groups of two and three. Curiously I watch the chaiselongs being taken to use, the thin chiffon curtains pulled around them, letting everything happening behind them be seen in a haze.

There was heated kissing going on. Straps of dresses sliding of, breasts revealed. Guys as well as girls playing with the strutting nipples as pants was pulled of and panties disappeared. I realise that they apparently has no boundaries and that they plan on having sex here, right in from of me. I mean I am not a shy flower and I have seen people going at it more than once in the Grotto, but not like this. Nothing is happening discretely here. I feel uncomfortable and want to tell Tom that we should leave. But he places a hand on my thigh and a blanket of warmth slide over me again, making me feel, well ..contend.

Then I realise through my haze that several of the guest are bleeding from small cuts and the royals are licking and sucking on them. It makes me very uncomfortable and I look at Tom. He is looking at me, not the others, but his eyes has gotten a gleam to them I haven't seen before.

"They.. they are drinking blood ?" I ask hoarsely, clearing my throat.

He turns his head slowly, looking on the others. Fire flaming in his eyes. "Oh they do". His mouth opens slightly, showing of the fangs. "They use something like this". He holds up a ring. It is made of silver, with something that looks like a cat's claw. It is glinting in the lights as he puts it on his thumb and look up, lust painted on his face.

I can see what he is thinking and I feel myself having s hard time resisting him. What the fuck, am I seriously contemplating letting him cut me ? The sounds of pleasure around me, is telling me that these people are enjoying their extreme and kinky games. I lick my lips, my brain screaming at me, but something is drowning it out and I move closer to Tom, feeling him reach for me.

"Remember it is just me pet. I wont do anything you don't wish for me to do". His voice raw and deep.

Uncertain I nod and close my eyes, returning his soft kisses. I try twirling my tongue around his, but those fangs get in the way. Instead he grabs my face, letting his wet tongue slide over my lips, then he catch my tongue, sucking on the tip, before he continues down my neck, biting into my soft skin. I gasp when I feel the sharp teeth.

"Don't worry, they can't break the skin". He whispers in my ear. "I am just so turned on tonight; I might no be able to be a good boy".

I can't hold back a moan when he starts to lick and bite my neck again. I am so torn, I know this is wrong, but I just feel like I can't fight it, the raw sexy atmosphere taking me over and I feel myself getting turned on by this dangerous game.

When I open my eyes I see Will kissing heatedly with one of the other Royal guys, while they are both getting a blowjob from a female guest. And to the side I see Celine getting fucked by Lau, while she is licking blood from some girls tits. But it is like I see it through some curtain that makes it okay, even hot. And filled with lust I throw myself at Tom, biting into his neck.

He moans loud, then grab my hair, pulling me down on the couch. His eyes screaming with untamed desire. The grab on my hair is so tight I can't move. It hurts, but I forget when his clawed finger runs slowly down my neck and down my cleavage. I hold my breath, scared of the pain I know will come when he cut me. I jump slightly when he finally make the cut. The pain get mixed with his soft caresses. My brain is dizzy and foggy. Am I really turned on by this ? It's weird, I never even thought of it. Without letting go of my hair he pull down my dress and bra, exposing my breasts.

Slowly the claw runs down my skin, down over my breast and his eyes, now almost luminous green follows it. It feels cold as ice when it touches my nipple. I look at it feeling panic inside, but unable to move as the ring slide around the dark rosette. I expect him to cut me any second, but instead he catch my nipple between his fingers, pulling slightly as he leans in to kiss my neck.

I scream out when he sink his teeth into my neck, biting hard. This weird mix of fear, pain and lust seems to make me high, so when the claw slide down my collarbone I am so caught up in it all I hardly notice the cut, a thin stripe of blood running down my chest. It is first when he start licking the blood and the cut stings that I realise. The sight of my blood on his lips and tongue makes me gasp. He looks so sexy as he licks his lips slowly, looking at me with a desire I have never seen in him before.

Suddenly he pulls away and I look at him with confusion. "Why are you stopping ?"

"This is such a turn on for me". His laugh is rough as he lick the las blood from his lips. "I need to breathe or I might lose it, you don't want that".

I see one of the royals having his lips pressed to a guests arm, and I hold out my arm. "Don't stop".

He looks surprised for a moment, then he grab my arm. I watch as he makes a small cut, the blood dripping out. I whimper, but the slight pain is short. I watch in fascination as he bend down to suck my skin into his mouth. He turns his face slightly to let me better watch and send me a cheeky grin, as blood trickle from his mouth.

"How is it ?" I ask curiously.

My question makes him stop and with soft lips he kisses the little cut. The he get up and take something from the table. He opens it, it turns out to be a disinfecting wet wipe and he runs it over all 3 cuts. "No reason to get infected". He throws the wet wipe on the table. "Want to try ?"

I look at my arm, the cut is almost invisible. Then I nod nervously. In a swift move he pulls me up to straddle his lap. Then he lean in, poking his tongue into my mouth. I slide my tongue on top of his. It prickles salty and with a taste of iron. It is not really unpleasant and I suck his tongue into my mouth.

"Ouch". He whispers as one of the fake fangs scratches his tongue.

I pull away giggling, but the look in his eyes makes me stop immediately. He rips up his belt and pants and pulls up my dress, ripping of my panties. When he slams himself up into me he meets no resistance and I let out a deep moan, grasping his shoulders, my nails digging into him. He snarl with pain, grabbing my hips roughly, lifting me up and down on him again and again. His thrusting gets more aggressive and one hand grabs my hair hard, as he forces me to ride him hard. Pain shoots through me, as his other hand grabs my breast and bite into the nipple, but I am so lost in my senses that I feel like I am hardly present in my body.

His hands lock around my hips, holding me down on him. My inside is singing when his small movements against me are massaging my clit and I sob out senseless with pleasure, not caring if people hear me. No matter what he does to me, how many times we have been together, he always manage to find new ways of pleasuring me.

When Tom lets go of me I open my eyes in disappointment, only to see him run the claw over his chest, leaving a long cut. Next second he grabs my neck, I try to fight him, but he is to strong, as he push my face down into the blood. Not knowing what else to do, I start licking at it. To my surprise I find it enticing, not the taste but the clear pleasure watching me gives him. And that he gives me his essence makes me almost euphoric.

He lets go of my neck and starts moving, pushing up against me, driving me to give into the burning sensation. Everytime we connect I get closer to the edge. "I can't hold on any longer". I gasp.

"Then come for me". He commands.

I whimper when he lifts my hips, slamming up into me wild and hard. Pain, fear and pleasure having seduced me explodes in my mind, and I yell out as I cum gloriously.

After giving me a moment to breathe he pulls me of him, and pushes me down on the floor. Sliding his hand into my hair he pushes his erection into my mouth, pulling me down on him, over and over. "God yes". He gasps, shooting his hot juices down my throat.

Greedily I swallow every drop and keep sucking as he is shaking with pleasure.

"Fuck that was intense". He grin and pulls me up in his arm. "Was it okay pet ? Was I to harsh on you ?"

I shake my head smiling. It had been so far over my boundaries that my brain hasn't caught up yet. But when he pulls my down in his arms, holding me softly I stare into the wall, feeling scared and detached. Scared that I had given in and been turned on by his extreme games.