Chapter 5 Clubbin'

"Please don't tell me you intend to invade her privacy," said Daniel.

"Of course not. Not tonight at least. Mopping around won't change the facts," replied Gillian.

"Good then," said Daniel standing up. He then faced Cole and gave a slight smile.

"Since we are going to be your guests for a time I will need procure myself extra sets of clothing."

Gillian gasped with her mouth wide open.

"Did you just, in your own weird way of course, say you're going shopping??!!"

Daniel sighed.

"I suppose," he replied.

"I am definitely tagging along."

***

Next day

4:47pm

Two figures were walking home with massive bags full of clothes. The taller figure held four bags while the other had double the amount.

She was smiling brightly as they walked.

"I still think that was overkill. Have you decided to stay extend your stay for a couple of months? asked Daniel.

"Allow me to counter that. Overkill is when you go shopping for formal attire, while wearing formal attire. Worse yet when you buy all the attire in black and white!" said Gillian.

"It's called taste."

"Riiiight~" said Gillian in a sarcastic tone.

The two reached the contemporary style house and let themselves in.

"Seems like Cole went out for a bit. Probably to fetch something important otherwise he wouldn't leave the brooding bride," said Gillian. "Now's my chance."

Gillian turned into a shadow and flashed up the stairs with her bags.

Daniel was left shaking his head and walking to his own room.

Seconds later, a fast shadow rushed from the stairs and darted down the corridor to arrive in front of the room Margaret was in.

It was Gillian who wore a pretty off shoulder top with black and white polka dots on her upper torso. To complement it, she wore a stylish black pair of linen roll up shorts that accentuated her thighs and long legs along with a pair of black frye boots.

(A/N: I apologise for my overuse of off shoulder tops. My non-existent girlfriend loves wearing them very much).

Her hair had been tied into a ponytail and on her face was some light make up that included flavoured lipstick in a dark crimson colour applied to her ideal lips.

She had one of her bags with her.

'Ugh, I look so modest! It's better to play it safe with my brothers about,' she thought before knocking on the door

Several seconds later, the door was pushed open by a walking wreck. Margaret looked terrible, with bags under her eyes and still wearing those bloodied clothes.

"Hey," she said.

"Hey to you too," said Gillian. "I'm here to take you out."

"Um, I know you're trying to make me feel better, but-"

"I wasn't asking," said Gillian as she entered the room.

There was a shower and a tub in each bedroom, making it convenient for every guest to have their own privacy.

"First we have to clean you up," she said and removed the top, sweat pants and delicate covers off Margaret before she could even yelp.

In the process, Margaret fell down and Gillian picked her up in a flash and darted to the bathroom with her at a ridiculous speed. She threw Margaret into the shower.

"Now you want to bathe yourself or do you want me to do it?" she asked.

Margaret sighed and resigned to her fate, turning on the shower moments later.

After some time both ladies walked out of the room.

A fresh looking Margaret was beside Gillian, wearing a pink baby doll dress that reached right above her knees. It showed off her lovely curves and hourglass figure making for a lovely view.

On her feet her were open toe heels bought by Gillian, complementing her nicely.

"I apologise that I can't get you anything more than this, my brother would kill me," said Gillian.

"I still don't get how you managed to get clothes that are a perfect fit for me. You've only seen me once before this," said Margaret.

"Hmm. It's one of the perks of being lady for a century," said Gillian before she grabbed Margaret by the shoulders.

"Let's go have fun!"

The two rushed out the door with a great burst of speed. With the trajectory they took, it was clear there was an intended destination.

Shortly after, the two stopped close to a club.

Margaret wasn't looking so good after the ride and took deep breaths.

Her hair was a little dishevelled and she stood with her legs in a weird position.

"Relax, just keep breathing and you'll be fine. Now follow me," said Gillian, followed by the waddling Margaret.

There was a queue at the front of the club, with a bouncer at the entrance with a list. This seemed to be one of the best clubs in town. Girls wearing skimpy clothing, hunky dudes with tank tops and even nerdy individuals stood in line.

When it was Gillian and Margaret's turn, the bouncer, who was a tall Caucasian man with a faux hawk and bald fade, Gillian walked up to him and looked him in the eye while caressing his chiselled chest with her hands gently.

Her eyes glowed a deep shade a red as she spoke to him a dangerously seductive tone.

"Let the two of us in, babe." she said.

The bouncer smiled sheepishly and let Gillian and Margaret pass. Margaret was suddenly reminded that she could do this too.

From the line, a short girl with a sizeable bust wearing a lilac mini dress that barely covered her thighs and arched around her chest revealing a great portion of her jiggly breasts as she huffed, yelled at the bouncer.

"Hey! You can't just let them pass! I bet they're not even on the list with those shitty last season clothes!"

Gillian looked at the girl with a demeaning smile and patted the bouncer on the shoulder.

"What do we say to jiggly b*tches?" she asked him.

The bouncer looked at the girl and pointed in the opposite direction of the club.

"GTFO," he said with a kind smile.

Margaret was wearing a duck face the whole time, wondering what her world had turned into. She was then pulled by Gillian into the club where they were met with lights of different colours spiralling from the ceiling of the joint onto the crazy chaos below.

The setting was just like most clubs, with a vast space at the center, the DJ at the far end with his equipment, a section designated for important individuals and multiple square grid style platforms for strippers.

Many young men and women were dancing to the retro music flailing their arms and swaying their waists. Some girls were twerking before some rather enthusiastic dudes who extended their groins to get the full experience, others engaging in amorous exchanges that mostly led to passionate kissing and fondling.

Gillian sighed and smiled.

"I'm home," she said with emotion. "Come, let's drown our thoughts with dance first!"

She grabbed the stuttering Margaret and pulled her to dance.

Margaret was nervous at first, going through the motions.

"Don't you dare, weasel out! Is this your first time clubbing? Come on, shake it like you mean it. I don't want a sour puss around me. Gosh, that was Daniel's line!"

Gillian grabbed Margaret by the arms and then by the waist forcing her to sway her hips and enjoy herself. She even spanked Margaret on her ass light enough for her squeal and finally relent.

Slowly, Margaret began to dancing. She was slow at first, but the atmosphere didn't warrant her deep thinking and frustration. She finally got into the mood, noticing that even though she was different, her body still craved enjoyment.

Soon, some guys closed in on then and began dancing with them. Before they could do anything drastic, a stern look from Gillian with a quick 'Behave' made them dance on safety mode.

Margaret had laughed at that, allowing herself to smile and enjoy her life. Together with Gillian, under the lights and the ecstasy, they shared their first girl's night in a club.

Gillian had Margaret do all kinds of crazy things.

She had compelled a couple to start passionately kissing on the grid and they would have shifted to the next gear under Gillian's gaze if not for Margaret pleading with her not to.

Margaret had also been made to learn compel others. It was hard at first.

On her first try in the club, she had tried to caress a guy's chest and run her teeth on her lip in a seductive way, before telling him to dance the lambada with her.

The result was her getting a 'I'm not interested' and a 'Stop trying so hard, b*tch' to which she had covered her face in shame and let herself be embraced by Gillian who withheld a deep laugh with all her might.

Now, they were sitting at one of the minibars in the club. Gillian had looked the bartender, who had a colourful mohawk, in the eye and showed four of her fingers, getting them four shots that they unhesitatingly gulped down.

"You feeling a bit better?" asked Gillian.

"Yea, I'm surprised too. I still feel, weird but suddenly it seems like my life is still in one piece. Though, my ass still hurts, was that really necessary?"

"Got you dancing, didn't it?"

"...fair enough."

They both giggled and then Margaret looked at Gillian and asked.

"I can't help but feel you're different somehow. From Daniel and Cole. You seem a little less-"

"Pure? Yes. As a Royal Vampire you can sense it. I'm a Blood Vampire. I was actually sired by Cole," said Gillian cutting off Margaret.

Margaret raised her brows.

"Really? What happened?"

"It's not what you think. I asked him to. Its complicated. I'll tell you someday. This isn't the time for sappy stories," said Gillian as she flashed a brilliant smile.

"You're right," said Margaret smiling back.

All of a sudden, Gillian turned her head and faced the entrance.

Five individuals had entered, and she sensed danger from them.

One of them had glowing golden eyes as he searched the place.

Gillian grabbed Margaret's hand and whispered to her.

"We've run into a little trouble."