Page 9 of Loving A Vampire Is Total Chaos

I heft Cory’s body into my arms and carry him to the window. A quick check tells me nobody is around to see what I’m about to do.

“Look out below,” I say with a laugh, tossing him into the void.

Seconds later the sound of impact meets my ears, and I swish the curtains closed. Pulling out my phone, I send a text to one of my contacts to dispose of the body and fix the glass. I can’t have the cops sniffing around and alerting Celine to my shenanigans.

With a sigh I plop myself down onto the black leather couch and rest my head against the cushion. Staring at the ceiling my mind wanders to Celine who I’m now perfectly positioned next to.

As if summoning her, my sensitive hearing picks up on soft footsteps coming down the hall and the jingle of keys. Jolting to my feet I peek out of the peep hole in my door and spot her walking down the hallway with a determined look in her eye. She’s holding her phone to her ear, and I can pick up on her friend’s voice from earlier.

At least she was already in the building before I threw the body out the window.

“Ava. I already told you this is the perfect opportunity to snoop.” She sticks her key in the keyhole of her door and quickly opens it, leaving my field of vision which is way too soon after not seeing her for hours. With a pout I move back over to the living room and continue to listen in on her conversation.

“Yes, our motives for going to the club might be slightly different but we can’t turn a blind eye to something like this and you know it. I can’t just let innocent people be taken and sold if that’s what’s happening.”

Now my interest is piqued, and I find myself leaning forward hoping she’ll give more information on what she’s talking about.

“I’m going to see what I can find out online about the club owner. We’ll get ready at your place if that’s cool with you?” There’s a rustling sound like she’s taking off her jacket before she continues, “Okay. I’ll see you later. Bye, Aves.”

I whip out my phone and search for a club opening in Chicago, quickly finding a news article detailing the grand opening of Vex tomorrow night.

What trouble are you getting into, Celine?

CHAPTER 5

CELINE

“You have to wear the red mini dress. It shows off your calves.” Ava sits with her hands splayed out behind her on her bed while I flounder under her gaze.

I roll my eyes. “I don’t think anyone is going to be looking at my calves.”

“You’re right.” She smirks triumphantly. “They’ll actually be looking at your ass.”

The club opening is tonight and she’s dead set on dressing me, or should I say undressing me, in the least amount of clothes possible.

“Why can’t I just wear this?” Waving my hands at my jeans, leather jacket and t-shirt she shakes her head and walks over, holding the red dress up to my body.

“Even though you’re going into this with an ulterior motive it’s a night club. Everyone’s going to have their boobs and butts hanging out. You’ll stick out like a sore thumb if you’re not in a dress.” Riffling through her closet she pulls out the same mini dress but in black. “How about we compromise on this one?”

I sigh holding my hand out for it, accepting defeat. At least it’s black.

“Fine but I’m wearing my leather jacket on top of it.” Ava claps and ushers me into her bathroom to change. I huff out a breath and a lacy push up bra is thrown over my head a second before the door is pulled shut.

“Ma’am! Watch where you throw! You almost took me out with that thing. It must have ten pounds of padding,” I yell when my vision is obscured by the delicate fabric. Her answering chuckle is downright evil.

Standing in my plain black underwear, I tilt my head toward the ceiling and take a second to mentally prepare myself for the soul-suckingly tight dress. Grabbing it from the hanger, I roll it down my body and admire how good it makes my chest and hips look. I’m not particularly curvy or well-endowed in the breast region but the dress and push-up bra make it look like I have more than I do. I smooth down the stretchy material and pick off a piece of lint before shrugging on my leather jacket and pulling my hair out from under the collar. Ava might’ve succeeded in getting me into the dress, but I will be wearing my jacket. Some girls might be able to brave the chilly Chicago weather in skimpy outfits, but not me. I’ll never choose beauty over function.

Turning to look at myself from all angles I’m pleasantly surprised. My hair is silky and pin straight from an earlier run through with my flat iron. With the odd amount of rain we’ve been getting lately, I don’t trust the weather or my wild waves. The brown in my irises is accentuated by the mascara and fake lashes. Thankfully Ava carefully applied them on the corners only and not the full strip where it feels like caterpillars on my eyes. She learned from making that mistake when we went out a few months ago and I was blinking excessively. It had given her a good laugh though when she said it looked like I was fanning my cheeks with them. A warm shimmery pink shadow tints my lids, with a matte-black smoked out around the edges. I have to admit even though it’s out of my comfort zone, all together it makesme feel hot, powerful even, like I can take on anything. With a finishing swipe of pink gloss on my lips I open the door for Ava’s approval.

“Damn girl. You need to dress like that more often. Your boxing sessions have you in serious shape.” Ava whistles and stands with her hands on her hips. “Oh, wait the finishing touch!” She grabs a pair of studded black ankle boots and sets them in front of me. I sit on her bed to pull them on while she steps into a pair of strappy heels. Her dress is a champagne color and showcases her toned body and mile long legs. She’s adopted my high ponytail and strategic wisps of pale pink hair float around her face.

“How do we look?” Pulling me over to take a final glance in the full-length mirror against the wall, she loops an arm through mine and smiles. “Like a pair of seductresses,” she answers herself.

“Spencer isn’t going to be able to take his eyes off of you.” I already know they’ll be off in their own little world at the club when we step through the doors.

Ava always promises she won’t abandon me, but she can’t help herself. When her and her boyfriend Spencer are together, they tend to get lost in each other. A part of me is envious. I’d like to find someone like that—someone I love so much that the rest of the world pales in comparison to their company.

“Speaking of, he’s here. Grab your purse and let’s roll out.” She spritzes herself with one last spray of perfume, making me cough when it beelines for my lungs. I wave the cloud of fragrance away and follow her out.

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