Vamp Till Cue: Cadenza Pt 1.2
It was much darker in the side street but Victor’s eyes adjusted rapidly like the hunter he was. He glanced at Sam and gave the stoic bouncer a nod before a faint whistle sounded from down the block, prompting Victor’s gaze to turn in that direction. Will beckoned him over with a sideways tilt of his head and it took only a second for Victor to be standing beside him.
Will grinned, amused at the display of speed. “Enjoying your old age?”
Victor chuckled. “There are several perks to the accumulating years.”
Nodding, Will turned to walk at a leisurely pace towards a more populated street, moving away from the supernaturally tinged area into a part of the city that was overrun by humanity. Thankfully with it being March and not precisely weather for being outdoors, there were not many people on the sidewalks. Victor casually strolled alongside but kept his senses on alert since it was possible that Felix would be foolish enough to consider retaliating. At the moment, though, there was no hint of any were scents on the wind.
Will broke the silence by producing a keyless entry remote to a silver BMW parked along the street. Victor looked over it both in admiration for the simple luxury and amusement at his friend’s practicality. “Honestly, Will, would it hurt you to indulge a little now and again?”
“I don’t have anything to compensate for by driving around in a flashy Mustang like some people I know,” he replied with humor in his voice, opening the driver’s door.
Victor obligingly moved around to the passenger side and smoothly slid into the car as Will did the same. The doors swung shut. “Matty says hello.”
The younger vampire sighed. “You remember her?”
“Yes and no. I remember you telling me you’d hired her but I never met her.” He glanced at his friend. “She seemed disappointed you had left.”
Will turned the keys in the ignition and distracted himself from answering until he’d pulled out into traffic. At the first red light he said, “I made the mistake of feeding from her and had to let her go.”
Victor raised an eyebrow. “She’s human.”
The car started moving again and Will’s eyes remained fixed ahead on the road, navigating the city streets. “It’s more complicated than that.”
Victor settled back into the passenger seat, relaxing. “In all the years I’ve known you, Will, I never thought you would be one to go native.”
Will snorted derisively. “I know what I am, thank-you-very-much. Haven’t forgotten, wouldn’t want it to change.” He fell silent for a moment. “It’s different here. Rupert has a good thing going, letting that bar exist.”
“I never understood it,” Victor confessed with a hint of disapproval.
“Well of course you wouldn’t.”
A raised eyebrow was directed toward Will in response.
Will gave his friend an evaluating look, shifting gears and speeding up quickly as he navigated the car onto the highway. “You don’t respect humans.”
Victor laughed, genuine amusement rippling through him until he noticed that Will was maintaining a sober look. Curious, he quieted and thought on what his friend had said. “I see no need to, at least not on the whole. Most are worthless beyond their value as a meal.”
“Is that really true?” Will challenged, the car speeding up again as he passed a slower moving vehicle. “If they’re only food, why is it that a place like Nocturnal Embers brings them in and lets them get to know our faces? Why are they capable of looking at us as people?”
Hesitating in his response, Victor waited just long enough to ensure Will’s question was serious. “They believe a fantasy if that is how they think of us.”
“Are we nothing but beasts then?”
Turning in his seat to square Will in his sights, Victor replied, “No. But tell me, Will, rather than engaging in this ridiculous back and forth, what is that has your panties in a twist? You seem to have dubbed me a spokesman for vampire kind and I would like to know why.”
The agitation in Victor’s tone prompted Will’s abrupt, terse, and unexpected answer to fly from his lips. “I turned someone.”
The elder vampire blinked, replaying the phrase in his mind until he was certain he had heard it correctly. “The woman you’re taking me to meet?”
Will nodded confirmation, and glanced toward his passenger as he slid the car back into the right lane. “It wasn’t planned. She was marked for turning and Rupert dumped her on my lap because I had no progeny.”
“And it’s suddenly made you question our nature?”
“No. Not…really.” Will sighed as he turned the car onto an exit ramp. Victor glanced at the navigational signs beyond the windows of the car and noted they were heading toward Will’s home. “It’s just that she’s been asking me a lot of questions. Sometimes I don’t have the best answers.”
Victor thought of his own Child, the only one he’d turned in four centuries of being an immortal creature. For vampires like he and Will, bestowing the change on a human was not something either would do lightly. If he had to be honest, Victor did not think Will would have turned someone at this point in his life had the Duke not issued such a command. Something about that knowledge perked his interest, and in a distant corner of his mind he began wondering what Rupert’s reasons might have been to ask this of Will. “When?”
He noticed the car accelerating as Will answered, “Four months ago, just a little before Christmas.”
“Did you inter yourself with her?”
“For a day,” Will answered. “She rose on the third night.”
Silence stretched between them for a few minutes, interrupted only by the purr of the engine and the sounds of pedals being depressed while gears shifted as Will navigated them through the upscale-residential community where he had his home.
Makers were bonded to their children from the first moment the Child rose, provided that the ritual had been completed properly. Going to ground with the body you had exsanguinated before gifting your blood, or lying with them in any sepulture, for at least one day following the act that would turn them into an vampire forged what was commonly referred to as the Maker bond. Multiple days spent with your soon-to-rise Child would make the bond even stronger, resulting in various other effects on the being you had sired. Victor himself had spent just one day with his Child, and so their bond was a comparatively weak one. She had been much more headstrong and independent because of it, and he’d had to go to great lengths to control her when circumstances dictated that he needed to employ their bond in such a manner. Will, having spent only one day with his Child, would potentially face the same problems if his Child did not take well to immortality.
But it was nothing insurmountable.
“What is her name?” Victor asked, finally breaking the silence as the car turned onto the street he recognized as the one leading to Will’s home.
“Jacklyn. Jackie, actually. She says she might change it.”
Victor had to chuckle. “Already?”
Will grinned, knowing exactly what he was referring to. “How long did it take Delilah to decide to change hers?”
“You mean the first time?” Victor asked dryly. He knew the answer readily but for a moment dwelt on the memory that had spurred the initial temptation for his Child to redefine herself. “She was 28 years immortal when she gave up her human name. But she altered it rather continuously over the next seventy years. I was pleased when she settled on Delilah, and so long as she has her business, I have her assurances that I can consider it permanent.”
The car came to a complete stop after they pulled into the driveway and Will quickly shut the car off. Neither vampire made a move to exit the car, though, and instead gazed in an unfocused manner at the house filling the windshield’s view. “You’re lucky. You have her now and all the trials are behind you.”
Victor smiled softly. “Yes and no. I am glad that I have her because she has proven to be the only constant in my life over these past two-hundred-thirty-six years since I turned her. But we still have our trials, and it seems that each time I have occassion to entertain a visit from her we end up arguing.”
“Like a married couple,” Will grinned, leaning forward to cross his arms over the steering wheel before resting his chin on top of them. When he next spoke, his head bobbed oddly up and down and Victor had to suppress a snicker of amusement. “How long did it take until you knew she would make it?”
The question sobered him instantly and he sighed, reaching up a hand to rub his forehead in consternation. “I know I’ve never shared those details with you Will, but suffice to say that it would not be an accurate marker to use.” He lowered his hand to his lap and resumed his stare beyond the glass. “Longer than I would have liked.”
Will turned his head, cheek now resting on his arms as he looked at Victor carefully. “So how do I know I’m doing it right?”
Victor shrugged almost imperceptibly. “There is no right and wrong, Will. You know that as well as I do. I gave it little thought as the years passed, letting my focus only be on her and what she needed from me to keep her moving forward toward acceptance.” He raised an eyebrow and leveled his friend a serious look. “Are you sleeping with her yet?”
A genuine laugh erupted past Will’s lips and Victor’s expression turned bewildered. “No,” he said when he could spare the air to speak, “No. Heavens know. And I definitely don’t plan to. She’s too young for me.” “No such thing when it comes to Makers and their Children,” Victor asserted, but he considered how to respond in more detail without revealing too many of his own failings as a Maker. Delilah might be a self-assured immortal now but it had been a long, difficult road to get there. “If you are not indulging in dalliances, hold off on doing so.” He hesitated before forcing himself to complete the thought. “If you have not yet told her that she will need to separate from you in a few decades I would do so soon, if you think she will not react adversely to it. No good comes of withholding that information.”
Will nodded with a much more solemn expression, considering the implications of Victor’s advice. “I didn’t give that much of a thought. But I see your point. Actually, she might consider that a relief, that she doesn’t have to spend the rest of her life with me.” He smiled wanly. “But it’s going to take her a while to appreciate the idea of eternity so I’ve got some time before I need to worry about that particular mole-hill.”
Victor nodded, chuckling. “So, since I now know her name and that she is far too young for you, might I ask you to introduce me to the young lady?”
“Sure,” Will said, reaching for his door handle. Victor did the same but hesitated on opening it when he heard Will speak again. “You didn’t ask me that bit about sleeping with her just so you could make plans to put the moves on her, did you?”
Turning back to Will with a very unassuring grin, Victor replied, “My dear friend, what on earth would ever cause that worry to spring to mind?” He laughed, shaking his head as he popped the door open and stepped out into the night once more.
Will muttered under his breath but it only made Victor’s grin broaden. Truth be told the last thought on his mind was seducing a young vampiress, especially not the one that Will had turned at Rupert’s request. Remembering that detail wiped the grin from Victor’s face completely, and he decided then and there that under no condition would he ever consider bedding Will’s child.
‘Well,’ he amended to himself as they approached the front door and Will produced his keys, ‘at least not anytime in the near future.’
They stepped inside and the first thing Victor noticed was that it was completely dark. Raising an eyebrow at Will, his friend shrugged and moved to the base of the stairs. Further inspection revealed that there were no lights on up there, either, but Will still called out, “Jackie, the friend I told you about is here. You decent?”
Silence answered.
Will sighed, turning back to Victor who had stopped just beyond the entryway and was glancing between the doorways that led to the rest of the ground floor. “Guess I dragged you here for nothing,” Will said, closing the gap between them to they weren’t talking from opposite sides of the room. “She must be out hunting. Or partying. I never know, sometimes.” His shoulders slumped, prompting Victor to step close and issue two reassuring pats the upper part of Will’s back.
“No worries, my friend. Since I plan to be in the area for a while, I’m certain another opportunity for the introduction will present itself soon enough. And I will look forward to it in the meantime.”
Nodding, Will managed a smile. “The least I could do is offer you a place to stay for the day. I’ve got plenty of room.”
Victor hesitated. Not because he doubted the security of Will’s home but because it would have been far too easy for Felix to track him here. If the were was of the mind to cause problems, the last place he wanted to be was inside the house, an easy target and a danger to his friend and Jackie. “Thank you, but no. At least not for tonight. I already have my plans in place for where I’ll be spending the day and since I went through the effort I’d like to utilize them.”
Will perked an eyebrow at the obvious deflection but knew Victor well enough to know that his friend was not trying to brush him off or insult him. Suppressing the question that he wanted to ask, he instead responded, “Fair enough. But it’s an open offer. I expect to see you here at some point.”
“I think I have two points to offer,” Victor grinned, unable to resist the insinuation.
“Victor, if Jackie is too young, you’re too damn old,” Will said bluntly. “Besides, when was the last time you did the vampire-vampire thing.”
He chuckled. “It has been a while. But for you, friend, I might make an exception.” He punctuated the comment with a wink.
Again, Will knew him well enough to not be worried. “Yeah, yeah. I offer you lodgings and you think you can move right in,” he bemoaned as he and Victor walked toward the door. Opening it, Will held it ajar and issued one final statement in retaliation to the joke. “I’ll see you at Rupert’s tomorrow.”
One of the downsides of spending the night in the dirt was waking up dirty. Victor had long become accustomed to it but it was not how he preferred to rest during the day despite it being the safest when in an area not entirely familiar. And until the business with Felix was settled it seemed more prudent for him to be cautious. Aside from the inconvenience, it was better to be secure in the ground when the daytime-stupor that accompanied the sun creeping over the horizon claimed him than risk a rude interruption by unwelcome visitors. Some vampires could not muster themselves to enough consciousness for self-defense, and he had no desire to find out the hard way what category he fell into in that regard. The one thing that Victor could hardly issue complaint over was that he always felt surprisingly rejuvenated after spending the day in the ground. There were many theories that had been offered over the years as to precisely why, but he’d never heard one that really struck him as more right than any other. And none of them did much to improve his appearance.
A momentary glance at the lighted number panel revealed her room to be one more floor above and he made a swift decision. His eyes reconnected with the woman’s, and he imparted the instruction that she would head toward her room as she had planned without giving any consideration to why he was following behind. The elevator doors slid shut again and the machinery began to whir once more as it took them further upwards. This time when the elevator dinged he released her from his glamor. She blinked rapidly in slight confusion but managed to offer a shy smile as she realized she was staring at him. He gave her an encouraging grin in response, letting some of his natural charm surface as he extended his arm to hold the doors open, gesturing that she should depart first. She said a quick thanks as she passed by him, and he indulged in a deep breath to fully take in her scent. There was nothing special about it and he only barely detected the aroma of sunlight. Suppressing a sigh at that lack of fortune, he began following a few paces behind her down the hallway.
An hour later, Victor emerged from the room, dressed once more but this time in a navy-blue three piece suit that was just as impeccably tailored as his attire from the previous night. He glanced once up and down the hallway simply out of habit to ensure he was aware of who might be around before making his way back to the bank of elevators. The garment bag from earlier was slung over his shoulder again, this time containing his dirty clothing. He would drop it off somewhere to be cleaned before venturing to his intended destination for the evening.
Nodding his concession, Victor stepped through the door. “Tomorrow night, then.” He turned to look back at his friend. “It’s good to see you, Will.”
Will nodded back in farewell. “You, too,” he said simply, and closed the door.
Alone on the porch, Victor gazed out over the sloped street, studying the collection of modern houses that littered the immediate area. They were each nearly a half-mile apart, the precious open space a coveted luxury that only the wealthy could afford. It was about as much clear space as one could hope to find in this crowded city, at least in a neighborhood.
Thankfully, Victor had no plans of spending a night in an area like this. He stepped off the porch, slipping his hands into the pockets of his pants as he started off on an idle stroll. There were a few hours yet until sunrise and he was in no hurry to get to the place he had prepared to sleep.
There were too many thoughts on his mind to allow him to take an rest, anyway.
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One of the downsides of spending the night in the dirt was waking up dirty. Victor had long become accustomed to it but it was not how he preferred to rest during the day despite it being the safest when in an area not entirely familiar. And until the business with Felix was settled it seemed more prudent for him to be cautious. Aside from the inconvenience, it was better to be secure in the ground when the daytime-stupor that accompanied the sun creeping over the horizon claimed him than risk a rude interruption by unwelcome visitors. Some vampires could not muster themselves to enough consciousness for self-defense, and he had no desire to find out the hard way what category he fell into in that regard. The one thing that Victor could hardly issue complaint over was that he always felt surprisingly rejuvenated after spending the day in the ground. There were many theories that had been offered over the years as to precisely why, but he’d never heard one that really struck him as more right than any other. And none of them did much to improve his appearance.
In these modern times though, it was difficult to find places hidden away enough to go to ground during the day, though not impossible. He had chosen one of the many parks that littered San Fransisco, Alamo Square. He admitted to himself it had been tempting to reconsider when Will offered him lodgings, but he had already located a spot where no human would be able to observe him emerging from the ground and the few other details he had taken care of prompted him to decide to adhere to his original plans. He rose uneventfully after the sky had darkened and the last rays of the sun disappeared over the horizon, his innate vampire senses informing him when it would be safe before even allowing him to wake. Trees and low-growing shrubs masked him from view until he took to the trees above his resting spot in an effortless jump and nimble movements through the branches. He had left his clothing and a small assortment of items in a black trash-bag secured well above the ground, knowing the plastic would hold in the scents that another creature might have otherwise picked up on. Producing two water-bottles first, he began working to remove the dirt from his face and neck, vigorously rubbing his skin and shaking out his hair until the dirt stopped falling and the water turned clear. He primarily used his hands on the rest of his body until all the loose dirt had flecked off, but washed his hands and wrists with the remaining portion of water. Satisfied with the results, he began dressing in his suit from the night prior, ignoring the uncomfortable feeling of the grains of dirt now beneath his clothing. Once settled, belt buckled and tie in place, he made certain there were no humans close enough to see him and casually alighted to the ground, the entire procedure having taken less than ten minutes. After strolling out of the park, his shoes tapping a steady pace on the concrete walking paths, Victor then went about navigating the few blocks through the city to where he’d rented a room at a hotel.
A hot shower and a fresh meal was on his to-do list before making his way to where Duke Rupert held court.
The events at the front desk of the hotel commenced uneventfully and he claimed the dry-cleaning bag that had been messengered over during the day containing his fresh change of clothes. Slinging the bag over his shoulder as he made his way to the elevator, he recalled days where there had only been stairs to get you from one floor to the next though it never ceased to amaze him just how much modern day humans took such technological advancements for granted.
Rounding the corner, he noted that another guest was already waiting a few paces from the closed double doors and the moment his eyes settled on her he felt the familiar ache in his upper jaw that accompanied the urge to allow his fangs to slip down from their slumber. She was not precisely beautiful but judging by the way she filled out her jeans, he had no doubts that he would enjoy the sight of her bereft of clothing. It was her hair, though, that caught his attention at first glance. Fiery red, the sort that hardly ever really existed but could now be easily manufactured by the litany of hair-products that humans had developed for just such indulgences. Still, the color suited her, and Victor couldn’t help but fix his eyes on her in a dually hungry manner as the predator within him reared up and made its needs known.
Oblivious to the danger so close at hand disguised by the calm visage of a well-dressed man, when the elevator signaled its arrival Victor and the faux red-head waited for a family to emerge before stepping into the enclosure themselves. He waited to be certain that they would be the only ones inside. The doors slid shut before he engaged her eyes with his own in one of the brief moments she glanced over at him. Allowing his vampire influence to reach out to her, prompting her willingness for conversation, he began a simple dialogue.
“Are you here alone?” he asked as they passed the first floor.
“Yes,” she replied softly, her eyes still staring into his.
“Is anyone expecting you soon?”
“Dinner reservations at 8:00,” she said in the same, subdued manner.
Victor allowed himself a grin, his eyes sparkling at the temptation that had been presented to him. “Then, my dear,” he said just loudly enough for her to hear over the whir of the elevator’s mechanisms and soft, projected music, “I assume you won’t mind keeping me company for a little while.” He held back a chuckle when he noticed she had leaned forward in a subconscious effort to be closer to him, and the elevator dinged its signal that they had arrived at the floor where his room was located.
A momentary glance at the lighted number panel revealed her room to be one more floor above and he made a swift decision. His eyes reconnected with the woman’s, and he imparted the instruction that she would head toward her room as she had planned without giving any consideration to why he was following behind. The elevator doors slid shut again and the machinery began to whir once more as it took them further upwards. This time when the elevator dinged he released her from his glamor. She blinked rapidly in slight confusion but managed to offer a shy smile as she realized she was staring at him. He gave her an encouraging grin in response, letting some of his natural charm surface as he extended his arm to hold the doors open, gesturing that she should depart first. She said a quick thanks as she passed by him, and he indulged in a deep breath to fully take in her scent. There was nothing special about it and he only barely detected the aroma of sunlight. Suppressing a sigh at that lack of fortune, he began following a few paces behind her down the hallway.
Victor reflected on a line of thought that he had considered many times before now as he and the woman moved through the hotel. Hunting was sometimes far too easy in this modern time. Humans believed their precious science and reason was enough to make them masters of their domain, that they could subjugate the world around them through innovation and sheer force of will. Their history certainly showed that it had served them well as a species, but the truth was that it also blinded them to the other truths of the preternatural world that existed side-by-side or overlapped with theirs, where there was often far more than met the eye. For every discovery they made, every explanation they supposed, they lost perspective that the world could be a dangerous place. It was now their own inventions that frightened them most, weapons, diseases, even the ridiculous fear that one day their very computers would rise up and subjugate them. They had forgotten what it meant to be terrified of the shadows in the dark, though they worked hard, subconsciously, to live their lives in constant illumination. And while such changes made his nightly life easier, it did sometimes cause him pause as he wondered what the world was coming to.
Still, there were enough simple pleasures to be found that he never wondered too long. This time he was brought out of his reverie when the woman halted in front of a door designated by the proper number sequence to indicate this was the room she had been assigned during her stay. He fleetingly considered just why she might be here, in this hotel, in this city, on this particular night, but the curiosity passed just as quickly as it came. Who she was, even the detail of her name, didn’t matter to him because all he cared was that she was human, possessed a pulse, and was easily available.
But there was still another matter he needed to attend to. Whispering a simple instruction before he stepped back from her, she followed behind him obediently into the tiny room where the modern marvels of plumbing were represented in the form of a simple bathroom. It was far from luxurious, but the shower would be more than adequate to allow him to remove the rest of the dirt from his body. Making use of the hook found on the inside of the door, he hung the bag that contained his fresh suit before stepping into the shower, still fully clothed. He removed the trash-bag that had been used earlier from one of his pockets and then began stripping off his clothing. All the dirt that fell from inside remained in the contained area of tile and porcelain where it would easily be disposed of, and each item of clothing, besides his shoes, was placed back into the bag. The human stood beside the counter on the opposite side of the room, her eyes glazed over, but in close enough proximity to him that he did not need to maintain eye contact to hold her under his vampiric influence so long as he focused a certain amount of concentration on her presence.
He had timed his approach so that when he stepped closer, just shy of letting his body come in contact with hers, the electronic lock on her door had clicked open. She had just enough time to remove her card-key from the lock after depressing the handle before his arm circled her waist and brought her around to face him. Supporting the weight of her body against his, he smoothly spun around with her as though they were partners in a dance, his steps taking them both solidly into the room. Before she could issue any protest, the door still in motion as it automatically swung shut, his eyes locked with hers and he extended his glamor into her once more. She calmed immediately, her expression turning vacant. Victor allowed himself a smirk as the door clicked shut, knowing there was now nothing to interfere with his feed.
Speaking softly, with the hint of a preternatural growl underscoring his words, he informed her with barely contained eagerness, “I plan to make thorough use of you before departing, my dear.” The change in her scent was immediate since his glamor imparted the full intent behind his words. Her aroma deepened, turning ever-so-slightly musky as she became aroused. Victor’s proximity to the beat of her pulse was nearly enough to tempt him into sampling her right then and there, but he refrained from being caught up in the impulse. Still, he could not resist lifting his free hand, the other still holding onto his garment bag, to brush her hair back from her shoulder, allowing his fingertips lightly graze her pale skin as he noted that his current vantage point and her low-cut blouse conspired to offer him a delicious view. The ache in his jaw redoubled and, knowing his will was fully imposing on her own, he finally allowed his fangs to slide down.
An accompanying shiver ran down his spine, inspiring a much more human reaction from his body. He growled low from deep within his chest, his eyes closing as his instincts and senses focused on the woman before him. In this state, he saw her both as nourishment and as a play-thing, a being that could satisfy two cravings. One he needed to survive, the blood that pulsed a beacon call to his thirst. Second was purely for pleasure, not something he needed, but a carnal desire that was nearly synonymous with the taste of blood. As a man he had known the bliss of joining with a woman’s body but it paled to what he experienced as an immortal. Sight. Smell. Hearing. Touch. All of them enhanced, refined, far more perfect than they had ever been as a human. And they all conspired to drive him out of his mind with lust since since this prey was already caught.
But there was still another matter he needed to attend to. Whispering a simple instruction before he stepped back from her, she followed behind him obediently into the tiny room where the modern marvels of plumbing were represented in the form of a simple bathroom. It was far from luxurious, but the shower would be more than adequate to allow him to remove the rest of the dirt from his body. Making use of the hook found on the inside of the door, he hung the bag that contained his fresh suit before stepping into the shower, still fully clothed. He removed the trash-bag that had been used earlier from one of his pockets and then began stripping off his clothing. All the dirt that fell from inside remained in the contained area of tile and porcelain where it would easily be disposed of, and each item of clothing, besides his shoes, was placed back into the bag. The human stood beside the counter on the opposite side of the room, her eyes glazed over, but in close enough proximity to him that he did not need to maintain eye contact to hold her under his vampiric influence so long as he focused a certain amount of concentration on her presence.
Satisfied that he would not leave any evidence of his presence in the room, Victor set his possessions on the floor of the bathroom and turned on the spray of water, twisting the dials until he was satisfied that the temperature was just warm enough that it would either chill or scald his meal when he was ready for her to join him. He made use of the miniature bottles of shampoo and bars of soap that were always found in hotels these days to scrub every inch of himself twice over, and the drain swirled with the froth of darkened, sudsy water when he stepped under the water to rinse. He found himself humming faintly, an old favorite composed by Tchaikovsky that he often indulged in playing when seated before a piano as he washed and rinsed one final time to be certain he was completely clean.
The steam from the shower had fogged the mirror in the room, obscuring his reflection when he peaked around the curtain to examine the human woman once again. She was standing precisely where she had been when he pulled the curtain shut to keep the water and dirt within the shower stall, and he allowed himself a fanged grin of anticipation. “Remove your clothes and join me. The water feels fine.”
Watching with rapt attention, his excitement built with each layer of garments that hit the tiled floor but he held himself still and mute until she stepped into the shower. He had been right about enjoying the sight of her nude.
This time, as he pinned her against the tile wall with the full length of his body pressed against hers, when he had the impulse to sample her blood he didn’t hesitate. Bending down to capture the peak of her right breast with his lips and tongue, he teased it until she issued a moan that served as the queue for him to drive his fangs into her bosom. She writhed in pleasure, his glamor ensuring that the brief moment of pain was interpreted by her body as erotic stimulation. Withdrawing his fangs from the initial puncture, he pursed his lips over the wound, sucked, and was rewarded by her sweet blood, pushed all the more readily to the surface by her elevated heartbeat. It spilled over his tongue and he had to resist his own urge to moan lest he waste any of the precious liquid.
The partial relief to his needs brought by her blood coursing down his throat pushed his carnal lust to the forefront of his awareness. Still, he wasn’t going to spoil his enjoyment by being impatient. He licked the wounds closed, the ability to heal such minor injuries in such a fashion a long overlooked reality as his hands traversed her body. Four-hundred-and-four years spent in the pursuit of taking blood and pleasure served him well to ensure that he always sampled his favorite flavor, blood ripe with the taste of orgasm, and his touch deftly worked to have her bucking with almost unrestrained need.
Grinning like the devil he was, he had no doubt this would be a night she would not want to forget.
It was almost a pity that she wouldn’t be allowed to retain the memory.
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An hour later, Victor emerged from the room, dressed once more but this time in a navy-blue three piece suit that was just as impeccably tailored as his attire from the previous night. He glanced once up and down the hallway simply out of habit to ensure he was aware of who might be around before making his way back to the bank of elevators. The garment bag from earlier was slung over his shoulder again, this time containing his dirty clothing. He would drop it off somewhere to be cleaned before venturing to his intended destination for the evening.
Duke Rupert would no doubt be expecting him.
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