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full of rice and a spicy sausage, a thick slab of medium rare steak, and a hefty serving of red beans and rice. I felt like I was going to explode. I had no clue the evening was going to begin so hospitably.
    The social veil had lifted by the second course and almost everybody was talking and getting to know the newbies. Mostly the escorts. It was obvious the nitty-gritty political background was either nonexistent or not discussed with strangers present. I got the feeling this weekend was a superficial gathering to allow the community to socialize, and allow a huge money making opportunity for all by including the public in most of the events. This particular summit in the teahouse was not one of those public events obviously. I felt a bit honored to be in a position of trust that I was invited to join in. I had so much running through my head. I wanted to ask so many questions.
    I thought for a moment before we left L.A. about bringing a recorder. I wished I had, but then again I felt I may have been discovered and eaten alive. Not a good way to go out. I tried hard to take mental notes of every face, of every tidbit of information I’d heard, no matter how minuscule it may have been. Thankfully, there was not much alcohol present, thus no way for me to become too inebriated to recall the events. Which had been an issue in the past.
    Our hostess, whom I learned was the Primus of Louisiana named Marienne, thanked us all once again. With a dramatic lift of her goblet , she blessed the meeting and wished us all happy bloodletting, before gulping her last drop. We all followed suit and it appeared the summit was over.
    “That’s it? What now?” I asked quietly as everyone was beginning to stand after our hostess stood and left the room.
    “Now, we dance,” Cyrus said with a wiggle of his brow.
    “And drink?” I replied with a huge grin.
    “Oh, yes.” His arm wrapped around my waist and he pulled me nearer his warm body.
    A tingly sensation ran from my chest to my butt cheeks the second my body touched his. It wasn’t like me to be filled with this much uncontrollable sexual tension, but I guessed desperate times called for desperate measures. Well, I supposed a tryst with the gorgeous Cyrus Atossa wouldn’t count as a moment of desperation. More like a moment of Holy sexcapades, Batman!
    The other guests filed from the room, but Cyrus and I stood at our places, his arm enveloping my thick midsection with not an ounce of hesitation.
    “Let’s book it kiddies. We’ve got a party to get to.” Tatum had poked her head back into the room and shouted from the doorway to the only two people left.
    I let out a breath, slow and even. Cyrus and I moved to the door in succession with Malcolm and Tatum. Everyone moved through the front parlor and out the front door into the city night.
    Music filled the air and the smell of cooking food wafted from every corner of the open air. The guests that had once crowded the little parlor poured into the street. All walking with their assigned groups they’d arrived with. All donning their choice of vampire apparel.
    Standing on the porch of the tea house, I watched as a horde of vampires descended on New Orleans. Without hesitation, I followed that horde. I followed and smiled.
    I’m a fucking idiot.
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Seven
    I walked arm and arm with the lovely Cyrus Atossa through the cooling night. The crowd of vampires had spread to either side of the street. Sidewalks and streets scattered with plastic fanged blood drinkers. No one batted an eye. The group had been wandering the streets about five minutes when my phone vibrated in my bra.
    The noise sounded like a fart and Cyrus looked down at me with a very concerned expression. I chuckled nervously and reached down into my boobs to retrieve the buzzing phone.
    “Yeah?” I said with as much annoyance as I could.
    “Dylan, honey?”
    “Mom! Hi. Sorry I didn’t call when I got in . I got…”
    She cut me off.