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business. Malachi was more interested in his extra-curricular activities and the games at e.Vampire than running Taylor and Van Ness.
Thankfully, after years of trying, Dorian had finally achieved the ability to cloak his thoughts from his maker.
He turned on his laptop. Absentmindedly, he scrolled through the pictures of the people coming for the dance in half an hour.
Glitzy women and men appeared on the screen. They were all the same as far as he was concerned. They all wanted to fuck and suck a gorgeous male or female “vampire.”
He remembered a time when he’d cringe at the use of such crude words to describe sexual acts. However, what Malachi said about them made sense. “We do not make love to these humans; we fuck them and feed on them. We give them that which they cannot get anywhere else, a rapture of the body and mind. They don’t know what hit them when they leave one of our lovers. They only know they want more. That is the plain truth of it. Besides, words only have the meaning we attach to them.”
Looking at the many faces, he saw none that were even remotely interesting or special. Sighing, he didn’t bother viewing the rest of the profiles. He shut down his laptop without seeing her. Jennifer Reese.
Chapter 6
Jennifer and Julie quickly filled out the request for membership on e.Vampire.com ’s website before heading out to the dance.
“There. We’re all set to go.” Julie hit the enter button, closed her laptop, put it in the Corvette’s hatchback and off they went.
The building which housed e.Vampire.com was an ultra-modern structure made of steel and glass which reached high into the sky. At the top of the huge etched glass doors was the inscription: Taylor and Van Ness Incorporated. Apparently Dorian Taylor owned a great deal more than a dating site, thought Jennifer. He really is out of my league.
The elevator was roomy and boasted dark paneling, terrazzo flooring and an enormous golden urn overflowing with fresh lilies. T he smell was intoxicating, the muted lighting perfect.
“Nervous?” asked Julie.
“Not really.” Jennifer surprised not only Julie, but herself as well. For some reason she really wasn’t nervous, nor was she fidgeting with her new dress or her high heels. Then she remembered the two glasses of wine she’d had before Julie came to pick her up. She’d rinsed her mouth with mouthwash so she wouldn’t smell like some lush when they got here. And she’d bound, gagged, and locked Ms. Prudinsky in her bedroom closet.
The elevator doors opened and a well-dressed gentleman greeted them. “Welcome, ladies. My name is Ian Devereux.” He took each of their arms and escorted them to the large room across the corridor. The doors were slightly ajar. Jennifer saw soft light filtering out into the hallway.
“If you’re in need of anything this evening, I’m at your service.” His smile was warm and welcoming.
Jennifer glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Julie openly staring at the man , and for the first time since Jennifer had known her she was speechless.
They were ushered into the most luxurious room Jennifer had ever seen in her entire life. The ballroom was huge. In the center of the room was a highly polished hardwood dance floor, trimmed around the edges with soft cream colored carpet. The walls were covered with rich dark wood, mahogany or cherry maybe.
Running along them, at precise intervals were golden sconces, each with a brightly burning white candle. She looked up at the ornate tin ceiling. She’d never seen anything like this place. Only one thing appeared odd to her. There were five doors along the back wall. Each had a gold plaque on it that read “Private.” Something about them seemed menacing.
Waiters and waitresses carried trays laden with food and drinks. Within seconds, she and Julie had a glass of champagne in hand. The room held what
Thankfully, after years of trying, Dorian had finally achieved the ability to cloak his thoughts from his maker.
He turned on his laptop. Absentmindedly, he scrolled through the pictures of the people coming for the dance in half an hour.
Glitzy women and men appeared on the screen. They were all the same as far as he was concerned. They all wanted to fuck and suck a gorgeous male or female “vampire.”
He remembered a time when he’d cringe at the use of such crude words to describe sexual acts. However, what Malachi said about them made sense. “We do not make love to these humans; we fuck them and feed on them. We give them that which they cannot get anywhere else, a rapture of the body and mind. They don’t know what hit them when they leave one of our lovers. They only know they want more. That is the plain truth of it. Besides, words only have the meaning we attach to them.”
Looking at the many faces, he saw none that were even remotely interesting or special. Sighing, he didn’t bother viewing the rest of the profiles. He shut down his laptop without seeing her. Jennifer Reese.
Chapter 6
Jennifer and Julie quickly filled out the request for membership on e.Vampire.com ’s website before heading out to the dance.
“There. We’re all set to go.” Julie hit the enter button, closed her laptop, put it in the Corvette’s hatchback and off they went.
The building which housed e.Vampire.com was an ultra-modern structure made of steel and glass which reached high into the sky. At the top of the huge etched glass doors was the inscription: Taylor and Van Ness Incorporated. Apparently Dorian Taylor owned a great deal more than a dating site, thought Jennifer. He really is out of my league.
The elevator was roomy and boasted dark paneling, terrazzo flooring and an enormous golden urn overflowing with fresh lilies. T he smell was intoxicating, the muted lighting perfect.
“Nervous?” asked Julie.
“Not really.” Jennifer surprised not only Julie, but herself as well. For some reason she really wasn’t nervous, nor was she fidgeting with her new dress or her high heels. Then she remembered the two glasses of wine she’d had before Julie came to pick her up. She’d rinsed her mouth with mouthwash so she wouldn’t smell like some lush when they got here. And she’d bound, gagged, and locked Ms. Prudinsky in her bedroom closet.
The elevator doors opened and a well-dressed gentleman greeted them. “Welcome, ladies. My name is Ian Devereux.” He took each of their arms and escorted them to the large room across the corridor. The doors were slightly ajar. Jennifer saw soft light filtering out into the hallway.
“If you’re in need of anything this evening, I’m at your service.” His smile was warm and welcoming.
Jennifer glanced out of the corner of her eye and saw Julie openly staring at the man , and for the first time since Jennifer had known her she was speechless.
They were ushered into the most luxurious room Jennifer had ever seen in her entire life. The ballroom was huge. In the center of the room was a highly polished hardwood dance floor, trimmed around the edges with soft cream colored carpet. The walls were covered with rich dark wood, mahogany or cherry maybe.
Running along them, at precise intervals were golden sconces, each with a brightly burning white candle. She looked up at the ornate tin ceiling. She’d never seen anything like this place. Only one thing appeared odd to her. There were five doors along the back wall. Each had a gold plaque on it that read “Private.” Something about them seemed menacing.
Waiters and waitresses carried trays laden with food and drinks. Within seconds, she and Julie had a glass of champagne in hand. The room held what
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