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She closed her eyes, leaned back on the couch, and flipped off the TV. She knew that this man would change her life forever. How can I stay away from him now that I know where to find him? She did not trust herself, a realization that scared her. No man had ever captivated her or dominated her thoughts as Christian had over the past six months. His deep voice and dark eyes drew her in like a magnet. Amanda felt her hands tangled in all his hair as he held her close. While he ran his smooth hands over her body, he kissed her passionately and she felt herself weaken. It was as if she were drowning in her own emotions, her lust and need for him. Cold lips pressed against her throat and when he pierced her skin she was not afraid as her own blood trickled down her neck.
“Amanda?” Bethany sat beside her, rubbing her head. “Hey, are you okay? You were moaning.”
Amanda woke suddenly in a pool of sweat. It took her a minute to realize she had fallen asleep on the couch.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She rolled over toward the light from the kitchen. “What time is it Beth?”
“Just nine o’clock. Time to get cleaned up and go man hunting.” Bethany smiled.
“Do you still want to come with me?”
“Yeah, why not? I am dying to meet this guy. Sounds like quite the hero and besides, what are friends for?” Bethany smiled again and flipped her long auburn hair behind her ears. At 5’7”, she towered over Amanda and was as light as Amanda was dark. They had been best friends since junior high school and had shared the same dream of moving into the city the day after graduating high school.
Both had attended NYU, but while Amanda had pursued both an undergraduate and graduate degree in Art History, Bethany had chosen a career in finance.
Amanda stood up slowly. “I’d better get in the shower.”
“What does one wear to a Goth club?” Bethany called behind her, running her hair through her wavy auburn hair.
“Lots of black, my friend,” Amanda said with a sigh as she stumbled into the bathroom.
“Well, that was interesting.” Amanda climbed out of the idling cab. They were across the street front of the Grey Wolf.
“I think he thought we were hookers.” Bethany laughed as she slammed the cab door. The cab driver had not been able to take his eyes off them.
“Maybe it’s the dress, or the lipstick.” Amanda looked down at her stiletto black heals and wool coat that covered a short black satin dress. A white lace petticoat peeked out just below the hemline. It was the latest fashion, especially when paired with sparkling black stockings. It was not her usual tailored wear-to-the-museum style, but she felt sexy.
Will this get his attention?
She noticed her reflection in the cab’s window. Bethany had convinced her to apply lipstick, something she rarely wore. The color was dark, but not trashy and ironically titled Blood Lust . It felt strangely appropriate for this evening. Also reflected in the cab’s window was the red neon sign Grey Wolf, which loomed in the darkness on the two-story loft.
So this is the place. Amanda’s heart was racing. Suppose he is here, then what?
Surrounded by trendy shops and restaurants, the club had become the most popular night spot in the West Village. On weekends, the line extended around the block, like a dark snake moving through the narrow streets. Tonight was no exception. It was Friday night and despite the snow, the club would be crowded.
As Amanda crossed Bleeker Street, the image of the one Christian had called Lucien filled her head. His dark, empty eyes suddenly morphed into Thomas’s face. Amanda had forgotten to tell Bethany about her possible date with Thomas. As she recalled her fantasy of making love to Christian and surrendering her neck to him, a thought crossed her mind. Suppose Ryan was right. What if they are all vampires?
Chapter Nine
I T WAS ELEVEN o’clock, and already the club was full of mortals anxious for another night of drinking,
“Amanda?” Bethany sat beside her, rubbing her head. “Hey, are you okay? You were moaning.”
Amanda woke suddenly in a pool of sweat. It took her a minute to realize she had fallen asleep on the couch.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She rolled over toward the light from the kitchen. “What time is it Beth?”
“Just nine o’clock. Time to get cleaned up and go man hunting.” Bethany smiled.
“Do you still want to come with me?”
“Yeah, why not? I am dying to meet this guy. Sounds like quite the hero and besides, what are friends for?” Bethany smiled again and flipped her long auburn hair behind her ears. At 5’7”, she towered over Amanda and was as light as Amanda was dark. They had been best friends since junior high school and had shared the same dream of moving into the city the day after graduating high school.
Both had attended NYU, but while Amanda had pursued both an undergraduate and graduate degree in Art History, Bethany had chosen a career in finance.
Amanda stood up slowly. “I’d better get in the shower.”
“What does one wear to a Goth club?” Bethany called behind her, running her hair through her wavy auburn hair.
“Lots of black, my friend,” Amanda said with a sigh as she stumbled into the bathroom.
“Well, that was interesting.” Amanda climbed out of the idling cab. They were across the street front of the Grey Wolf.
“I think he thought we were hookers.” Bethany laughed as she slammed the cab door. The cab driver had not been able to take his eyes off them.
“Maybe it’s the dress, or the lipstick.” Amanda looked down at her stiletto black heals and wool coat that covered a short black satin dress. A white lace petticoat peeked out just below the hemline. It was the latest fashion, especially when paired with sparkling black stockings. It was not her usual tailored wear-to-the-museum style, but she felt sexy.
Will this get his attention?
She noticed her reflection in the cab’s window. Bethany had convinced her to apply lipstick, something she rarely wore. The color was dark, but not trashy and ironically titled Blood Lust . It felt strangely appropriate for this evening. Also reflected in the cab’s window was the red neon sign Grey Wolf, which loomed in the darkness on the two-story loft.
So this is the place. Amanda’s heart was racing. Suppose he is here, then what?
Surrounded by trendy shops and restaurants, the club had become the most popular night spot in the West Village. On weekends, the line extended around the block, like a dark snake moving through the narrow streets. Tonight was no exception. It was Friday night and despite the snow, the club would be crowded.
As Amanda crossed Bleeker Street, the image of the one Christian had called Lucien filled her head. His dark, empty eyes suddenly morphed into Thomas’s face. Amanda had forgotten to tell Bethany about her possible date with Thomas. As she recalled her fantasy of making love to Christian and surrendering her neck to him, a thought crossed her mind. Suppose Ryan was right. What if they are all vampires?
Chapter Nine
I T WAS ELEVEN o’clock, and already the club was full of mortals anxious for another night of drinking,
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