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except by two ways – either destroy both my masters and I instantly cease to exist, or kill me by sexual starvation. Serim and vampires could also be destroyed by neglecting the needs their curses placed upon them. But if you had to take matters into your hands, it was a more involved process. Holy water and crosses would burn a vampire, and a stake (blessed by a priest) would paralyze it in place. I planned on staking Aloysius, then cutting off his head. And after that, I‘d have to burn his body to ashes, or else he‘d regenerate.
And if I couldn‘t kill my master because he commanded me otherwise, David and Noah would step in and finish it for me.
It was late afternoon, so the bar was fairly empty. It would be a few hours before any vampire awoke – the perfect time to ambush Aloysius and disable him before he could strike back at us. I looked around the bar for Aloysius‘s pet humans and blood servants – idiots that willingly served him for the promise of being turned to vampires. They didn‘t know that his promises were lies. Aloysius could no more turn a mortal into a vampire than he could turn me into a fairy princess. But they dreamed of sharing his world, and so they served him like fools, hoping that he‘d one day bestow the greatest honor they could imagine.
I didn‘t recognize any of his lackeys in the room, however. I frowned. I‘d been away for ten years, so perhaps there was an influx of new human pets to play with. That made this dangerous. If I attacked Aloysius, I might be going in blind.
The waiter put a beer in front of me, and I reached for it and deliberately knocked it over, the contents splashing into my lap. ―Oops,‖ I said loudly. ―That was stupid of me. Where‘s your restroom?‖
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The bartender pointed toward the back, and I grabbed my bag and hopped off the barstool, heading that direction. I knew perfectly well where the restroom was, of course. I passed by it without stopping in, heading to a back room instead. My spill had been a signal for Noah and David to wait a minute, and then follow me in. In the storage room, I found the familiar trap door behind a shelf and opened it. Stairs descended into darkness, and I bolstered my courage. I wish I had thought to bring a flashlight, but I knew that there was a light-switch at the base of the stairs.
I sucked in a breath and moved down the steps, painfully aware of every creak of the wooden boards in the deafening silence. Was I walking into a trap? Would I see Aloysius when I clicked the light on? What if he‘d been sleeping lightly and had already awakened? What if we timed it wrong?
When I got to the bottom, I clicked the switch and stared at the room in surprise.
It was empty.
Not just empty of people – completely empty. The room was devoid of furniture of all kinds, the scuffed wood floors bare. I remembered seeing this room covered in lush draperies, with divans for Aloysius‘s attendants to perch upon. None of that remained. Even the fixtures had been stripped – one lonely naked light bulb hung overhead from a cord.
There was a maze of rooms in the back, but I guessed they would be empty as well. I moved forward, opening the doors and checking. A lonely scrap of trash was left in the corner of one, but every door I opened showed me the same thing – an empty room.
Aloysius had picked up and left.
The last room down the hall was the one that had been mine. My skin prickled and my hand went to the doorknob. I paused, not able to bring myself to open the door without fear 55
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prickling through me. After a moment‘s hesitation, I closed my eyes and flung the door wide.
Silence. I squeezed one eye open and saw it was almost as empty as the others. A small round wooden table sat in the center of the room, and I could make out a silver oblong shape on the table. I moved forward and picked it up.
A cellphone. I didn‘t have to be a genius to realize that he‘d
And if I couldn‘t kill my master because he commanded me otherwise, David and Noah would step in and finish it for me.
It was late afternoon, so the bar was fairly empty. It would be a few hours before any vampire awoke – the perfect time to ambush Aloysius and disable him before he could strike back at us. I looked around the bar for Aloysius‘s pet humans and blood servants – idiots that willingly served him for the promise of being turned to vampires. They didn‘t know that his promises were lies. Aloysius could no more turn a mortal into a vampire than he could turn me into a fairy princess. But they dreamed of sharing his world, and so they served him like fools, hoping that he‘d one day bestow the greatest honor they could imagine.
I didn‘t recognize any of his lackeys in the room, however. I frowned. I‘d been away for ten years, so perhaps there was an influx of new human pets to play with. That made this dangerous. If I attacked Aloysius, I might be going in blind.
The waiter put a beer in front of me, and I reached for it and deliberately knocked it over, the contents splashing into my lap. ―Oops,‖ I said loudly. ―That was stupid of me. Where‘s your restroom?‖
54
Slave To Her Desires
The bartender pointed toward the back, and I grabbed my bag and hopped off the barstool, heading that direction. I knew perfectly well where the restroom was, of course. I passed by it without stopping in, heading to a back room instead. My spill had been a signal for Noah and David to wait a minute, and then follow me in. In the storage room, I found the familiar trap door behind a shelf and opened it. Stairs descended into darkness, and I bolstered my courage. I wish I had thought to bring a flashlight, but I knew that there was a light-switch at the base of the stairs.
I sucked in a breath and moved down the steps, painfully aware of every creak of the wooden boards in the deafening silence. Was I walking into a trap? Would I see Aloysius when I clicked the light on? What if he‘d been sleeping lightly and had already awakened? What if we timed it wrong?
When I got to the bottom, I clicked the switch and stared at the room in surprise.
It was empty.
Not just empty of people – completely empty. The room was devoid of furniture of all kinds, the scuffed wood floors bare. I remembered seeing this room covered in lush draperies, with divans for Aloysius‘s attendants to perch upon. None of that remained. Even the fixtures had been stripped – one lonely naked light bulb hung overhead from a cord.
There was a maze of rooms in the back, but I guessed they would be empty as well. I moved forward, opening the doors and checking. A lonely scrap of trash was left in the corner of one, but every door I opened showed me the same thing – an empty room.
Aloysius had picked up and left.
The last room down the hall was the one that had been mine. My skin prickled and my hand went to the doorknob. I paused, not able to bring myself to open the door without fear 55
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prickling through me. After a moment‘s hesitation, I closed my eyes and flung the door wide.
Silence. I squeezed one eye open and saw it was almost as empty as the others. A small round wooden table sat in the center of the room, and I could make out a silver oblong shape on the table. I moved forward and picked it up.
A cellphone. I didn‘t have to be a genius to realize that he‘d
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