Petra considered his cruel words for longer than she should have, belief shaken for a moment with how her life had changed... since those emotions raked chaos within her. She flashed her fangs that glinted in its clear warning he could barely see from how close they lingered, as he claimed she had no idea of the darkness he possessed. But those words had an effect on her and not as she anticipated. Enough to pluck at the urge to bite. His neck perfectly placed right before her, within her line of vision like he presented himself as a gift. Her control had been so good until that point, but with his own emotions and very proximity... and that bouncing pulse placed before her. She was hardly a saint.

The warlock's voice distracted her, claiming that he would rather stab himself in the heart before he would ever allow her to bite him. Why did the sound of it seem to only thrill her? Those threats somehow seemed almost... intimate. She seemed all too aware of the cage of his strong but human arms that she remained within, that solid wall she could not help but press into but did little relief from him. "If you did that, I wouldn't need to bite." She allowed her tongue to dart forward to steal a single taste of that warm skin signifying his life, that taste held the faintest hint of salt and him, her fangs drew even closer, touching his flesh and yet not puncturing. But how she wanted to simply do it. With her resolve that was quickly slipping, she wasn't sure she had a choice. He froze like he had suddenly become a block of ice the moment her fangs just brushed upon his skin; the warlock finally noticed who had who.

It was a moment... one that was too quickly destroyed by being surrounded by those imposing security men and their equally imposing tools of the trade that had her pause. She snapped back like he had zapped her. How close she was to losing control. How quickly it all changed. Would she have been able to stop with how delectable he seemed to be? What if she... killed him by taking too much? That was, however, the least of her problems. Nor was that issue of her hunger and the way she had to swallow her saliva and venom that leaked into her mouth with how close she had been.

The men were nothing but invasive as the warlock had no choice but to give up his position that took his heat with him, releasing the illusionist from her cage. She found she disliked that she missed the absence of heat even though she sensed his reluctance to leave. So unpredictable.

It was a blur of commotion after that, tension rising from the altercation of Petra's intolerance to the security attempting to manhandle her. She pushed one away before the needle slips into her skin within her back, rough hands and that cursed wand to detect magic damning her fate and facing the consequence of her actions. The warlock didn't do a damn thing but watch on with unreadable dark eyes, his composure not fooling her.

However, it was the security men that swarmed that made her wish them gone. They all needed to just go away. That sharp needle that injected her with who knew what sent her over the edge. It descended upon her like a madness. Fear for her own survival taking over better sense. She didn't want to remain passive when she didn't know what they would do to her. They would regret this. That vow spoken with true conviction from that violation and taking away her... plaything. Well, they did not know that they had gone too far, but they would. Their concoction didn't even appear to be working. At least not over the lingering hunger gnawing in her gut.

In an instant, she summoned her illusions, nightmarish creatures popping up out of nowhere that caused terrified screams to erupt throughout the room of that club. She hadn't even sent them to attack anyone yet but they were ugly, terrifying creatures she supposed even though she might have found all her creations sweet and misunderstood, just like her.

It was all for show... she told herself that sweet little lie one too many times. It was a necessity to survive. It was out of self-preservation that she moved like a blur to the closest being to her. Using Brenden as her own human shield, unaware of his hand that slipped into his pocket casually. No, he was in this with her and she was not finished with him yet.

She clutched at him tightly before her own threat whispered for his ears alone. The ashen haired vampire held him in front of her, her grip strong but cautious not to crush him, oblivious to all else... except that need to escape. The warlock quick to appease the veritable gun to his back, convincing them with a believable tale with ease. The warlock was surprisingly too good at convincing them, she didn't even hear the anxiousness to his voice.

How easily they fell for the trap of his words.. as if they couldn't believe that someone like her could truly be a real threat. It was too easy to convince people's brains what they wished to see. Maybe the warlock wasn't so stupid. Brenden explained that she was simply lashing out because she was hungry... Maybe he wasn't entirely wrong. She was hungry. His warm hand reached to pat a pale cool hand in a display of affection, all eyes upon them from every angle. It was that motion that made her far more focused on the contact than the discreetly moving vials that he pulled toward him or the magic he used to do it. The warlock claimed they were leaving. He was good performing under pressure, just as she remembered. She had counted on that.

Despite the wariness they seemed willing to believe him, especially when she was already dosed with their nullifying sedative. Her bruising grip loosened from warlock when his hand sought hers to tuck her hand within his arm in a that could only be described as gentlemanly, like he was escorting her. It only sold the illusion he crafted further into her minds that brought a hint of supreme smugness to her.

The guards made no further move... the guests frozen in place, eying those motionless apparition-like creatures and the pair that caused such a ruckus. Petra could sense the unease, fueled only by her own.

A sidelong glimpse caught sight of the rage in his eye, that darkness coiled as he watched her with such intensity, his cold smile told her all she needed to know. His voice a vice grip that continued with the act and yet calling her the worst possible thing a vampire like her could be called.

Pet... he called her pet. It was so painfully quiet, even the music had been silenced. It was her turn to freeze, a moment where she tensed. She fought against the twitch of her lip that wanted to turn into snarl before she tersely agreed. "Yes. Take us home... Please." It took everything in her power to grit out with some level of endearment, her eerie two-toned eyes focused on the tension in his jaw. The familiar voice of one of the security guards spoke loudly, mirth in his voice. 'That's his problem now.. Just make sure they leave without a scene. You give her enough of that stuff, Jay?'

'Enough to take down an elephant... She is going to wake up to one hell of a nasty headache.' An impressed whistle could her heard from behind her, tensing at their words. 'I wonder how long it will take to kick in... usually its much quicker. What a real piece of work.. How do you think he got a vampire sub?' They were making fun of her! She clutched onto the warlock ever tighter then as the pair made their exit. So close to freedom even though she wanted to face them.

She rose to lean closer to his ear as it appeared like she merely wished to place a sweet kiss by his ear as Petra attempted to distract herself from those security men. Her goading words spoken into his ear. "If I am a pet.. then it is your job to feed me." She stated sweetly to him unable to help herself with that reactive warlock. She heard someone actually say awwww loudly before the pair took the steps toward that exit, her illusions floating behind her as they left leaving those delusional people behind.

The pair slipped out the back door way and into the crisp, welcoming embrace of night. "You played your part well, Brenden." She stated, peering around the parking lot as if she expected more men to follow or appear but it was terribly quiet. Petra didn't let go of his arm as she was certain there were cameras all around even though they were physically alone.

A unexpected, unfamiliar woosh surged through her, dizzying and unfamiliar. What a strange feeling. She felt almost light headed. The second it time it struck she frowned... clutching onto the warlock again as those illusions she had caused to follow had flickered out of existence... What was happening to her?

The third time that sensation struck, she stumbled, relying on her hold on him to keep her upright... ".... My head.. I.." She rose her free hand to her forehead.

She leaned heavily into him, uncertain. She could not even trust her own legs that began to tremble like the weight of her own body was too much. Something was terribly wrong... The needle. That stupid needle. She tried to call upon her powers again but it was like someone had turned off her access where she could not reach. She began to show the first sign of panic. " I didn't intend to actually kill you, I needed to cooperate...But something is wrong. I need to go home. Tell me you have one of those metal danger boxes to take us. A car or something... A cab." She had grown to tolerate cars but it didn't mean she was thrilled to be in something that could actually kill her.

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