Fight like lions

As if it was James natural habitat, he sat in a comfy rounded sofa, with a lady on both sides and one in front of him, dancing. He had a soft smirk on his lips. It had definitely been a great evening already. Satisfied. Full. He was oozing with pheromones, even though he didn’t need to. For the first time, in a long time, he had pulled the plug from work. Left everything electronic at home. It was soon going to be Christmas Eve and James was definitely going to be spending it with prostitutes since most people he knew was going to be spending it with their family… But of course, he could always just make ‘remember’ that they promised him to spend the evening with him. Easy. His eyes were half closed, trying to focus on the dancing body in front of him, when a well know body passed behind the dancing body. New target. He gave the girls next to him a slight squeeze on their shoulders before he kissed each of them on their cheek and got up. He gave the stripper, who had been dancing in front of him a big amout of money and whispered to her to share it with the two other girls. As she took the money, he passed, smacked her ass and followed his target. No matter what situation she was in or had gotten into he but up a confident smile before he stood next to her. “Good to see you, Alicia,” he said with a calm smile, looking over at her.

It was not like her family celebrated Christmas, or any holiday for that matter. So coming here was her only chance of getting that social kick that seemed to be her only addiction. There was a few if not a handful of these girls who were vampires turned by Alicia, but also men, stupid ignorant and drunk men influenced by her blood  - making dessert easy grab whenever she wanted. This was a true paradise, if she wanted more than the attention she already had, she could just take it to one of her private rooms here. Alicia was wearing a yellow dress, and it gave her indeed the attention she wanted - and lighted up the room stealing the spot light from some of the girls as she walked by. Alicia however, was a big girl she would by the wave of a hand tell someone to fuck off. And if that didn't help she happily broke a hand or two.
When all that was said, there was few people left in the world that seemed to light it up and make her just a tiny bit more excited to embrace everything. As if his scent hadn't given him away as she first had come close enough, she liked to pretend she didn't know when she was hunted. Alicia stopped near one of the free armchairs and lifted up on a cheeky smile as she heard his voice. She turned her head first, letting the dark brown curles follow the movement of the head, before the body followed her. "Oh if it isn't the one and only James Miles," she replied with a brighter smile, "lovely to see you," the vampire added truthfully. There was very few people that Alicia tolerated in her life that never had been influenced by her blood as a mean to control them or make things easier for her. James, she had known him for a long time and he wasn't just one she wanted to get rid off.