King's Blood: Vampire Lust (A Serial Novel, Part 3) by P.J. Day

said, as I interrupted their goofball charm circle.
    Both sketchy guys stared me up from shoe s to hair. I grabbed Holly’s hands and pulled her close to me.
    “ Excuse us,” I said. I held her arm and we both walked to the other side of the bar, which was a long one; around 15 yards long, in fact. It was made of glass and lit with special lights that would make even the most seasoned stage tech envious.
    Both unsavory characters laughed to themselves as we scurried off. I didn’t want to play the tough guy act in front of Holly. She seemed to be a pretty level -headed gal and the bravado act wouldn’t have played well with her.
    “ Hey honey, don’t let that pasty patsy haul you around everywhere,” said the guy in the Ed Hardy tee-shirt.
    “ I wouldn’t like it if my man dressed better than I did,” said the other brute.
    Holly’s neutral look suddenly gave way to one of scorn. She gave me her drink and walked quickly to the two men at the bar.
    “Holly, don’t!” I yelled, hoping to stop her from confronting the troublemakers.
    “ Listen, assholes, just because I didn’t give any of you a hint of interest, because...I don’t know...maybe because...you know...I’m on a goddamn date, doesn’t mean you have to be disrespectful,” Holly exhaustively castigated them.
    The men giggled at Holly’s mousy huff, the reaction annoyed Holly further. Then the guy in the gold chain playfully blew a kiss at Holly while the other guy in the Ed Hardy shirt looked at me with a threatening countenance. His upper lip curling in an exaggerated manner . “Control your woman,” he said.
    I grabbed Holly by the arm and tried getting her attention. She was still puffy -chested and confrontational. “Holly, please calm down. Let’s go...this is stupid,” I pleaded, as we began to draw a small crowd around the bar. Holly then grabbed one of her heels and cocked her arm back, while almost stumbling onto the floor. I clutched her wrist as she released the heel. The heel hit the floor in a flounder, bouncing a few times before resting a couple of feet in front of the men. They both stared down at the shoe. The guy in the suit picked it up and threw it at the both of us as I attempted to drag Holly out of the club. I heard the heel flying through the air as soon as it left the man’s hand, it created a refraction of sound with its unique shape, interrupting the consistent ambient noises the club had accustomed me to. Even though my back was turned toward the men, I knew what was heading my way. I caught the flying heel with my left hand as I gripped Holly with my right, all the while facing the exit. I’ll admit there was a bit of luck involved with the perfect catch of Holly’s airborne Jimmy Choo, but supernatural vampire kinetics don’t develop on their own, they are honed and ameliorated through years of practice and dedication.
    “ Come on,” I said to Holly, my voice slightly straining. I looked back and the men did not charge. In fact, they just stood there stoically, not uttering a single word as we made our way out of the club, probably shocked that I managed to intercept the chic artillery in midair. The Lynx patrons all stood at our sides, some with drinks in hand, some passing judgment and some in awe with their cold stares. Club security came running at us; one of them was the ripped fellow who let us through in the VIP line. “What happened?” he asked, his eyes bulging out, clearly full of adrenaline. His partner whisked right past us and engaged the two frazzled thugs.
    I looked into the bouncer’s eyes with a look of assurance. “We’re fine. Things got a bit heated back there, but we’re leaving anyway,” I said, giving Holly a slight nod of the head.
    “Who was giving you hard time?” he asked.
    “ Typical club shenanigans, don’t worry about it. Nothing happened,” I said, dismissing the escalation with a flick of my finger.
    The doorman let us walk right through and began to gesture at all