A Night at Club Vampire

A Night at Club Vampire by Elixa Everett

A Night at Club Vampire Copyright 2011 by Elixa Everett Cover by: Elixa Everett All rights reserved. With the exception of brief quotes used for critical reviews and articles no part of this book may be used or reproduced without the written permission of the author Elixa Everett. Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada. Elixa Everett can be contacted via her website at www.elixaeverett.com Warning: The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work is illegal. No part of this book may be scanned, uploaded or distributed via internet or other means, electronic or print without the authors permission. Criminal copyright infringement without monetary gain is investigated by the FBI and is punishable by up to 5 years in federal prison and a fine of $250,000. (http://www.fbi.gov.ipr/). Please purchase only authorized electronic or print editions and do not participate in or encourage the electronic piracy of copyrighted material. This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the authors imagination and used fictitiously. The material in this book is intended for ages 18+ it may contain adult subject matter including explicit sexual content, profanity, drug use and violence.

Chapter 1

"It sounds a bit dangerous to me, Franny," Trinity Jenkins said with scepticism in her tone to her closest friend, Francine Winters, while stirring some cream into her coffee. They were sitting in their favourite coffee house discussing their plans for the upcoming weekend. Because it was Wednesday in the early afternoon, they were the only ones in the shop, with the exception of an elderly gentleman sitting in the opposite corner reading a newspaper. "Ugh. Come on Trinity, don't be so square." Francine, also known to her friends as Franny, rolled her eyes. "'Don't be a square? Really? What decade are we in again?" She maintained a straight face, but amusement gleamed in her bright emerald gaze. With her petite frame, black hair and striking eyes, Trinity was the physical opposite of curvy, blond haired, blue eyed, Marilyn Monroe look-a-like Franny. "The whole vampire thing is just a gimmick." "Yes. Maybe. But I've heard things about that place." Trinity chewed on her bottom lip as she considered her friend's proposal. Franny would have to be a lot more convincing than she had been so far to get her to that place. "Oh. You mean the hot-assed men, rockin' bands, psychedelic light and sound systems?" She crossed her arms across her chest, pouting. "Ya. That would suck. You're right, let's not go." "Sorry," Trinity shrugged at her friend. "Yeah. Okay. Trinity, I have an idea for the weekend." "Okay." Trinity took a sip of her coffee and made a face. Still not enough cream. "Let's go to yet enough boring-assed club, have a rotten time and then get so drunk, because of that rotten time, then we end up going home with a couple of coyote uglies." Wrong time to take a drink of coffee. Trinity couldn't hold back the laughter, causing the mouthful of coffee to go sailing across the table, stopping just before it reached

Franny. She was overtaken by a fit of coughing and laugher. Tears began welling up in her eyes. After a moment and a number of deep breaths, she was able to control herself. "Coyote uglies. So ugly that in the morning you'd rather chew off your own arm than wake him up. Very nice, Franny." Sadly she had a point. They'd both had one too many of those experiences over the past few weeks

hell, the past few months, for that matter.

"It's true." Trinity sighed. It was true. In a city as big as New York, one would think that there would be a vast array of great men around. That just didn't seem to be the case, though. Maybe they did need to shake up their normal weekend activities? Perhaps a new club would be just what the doctor ordered. She looked over at Franny sitting across from her with a determined expression on her face. She'd heard things about Club Vampire. The not-so-secret sex rooms in the back marked VIP. Excessive amounts of drugs use. Even a few unsolved murder cases just recently made the news in the area where the club was located, pointing to there being a connection to the club. The one other thing that bothered her, aside from the club's reputation, was that from the time they were children Franny was getting her into trouble. As they became teenagers, it was the same thing. Trouble, trouble, trouble. Now, as adults in their early twenties, Franny seemed to still be able to get them in over their heads. That's exactly what Club Vampire sounded like to her: pure trouble. As much as she didn't believe vampires existed, there had been a lot of strange occurrences associated with the place, those unexplained and unsolved deaths topping the list. Ironically enough, Club Vampire was nonetheless the hottest club in town. Perhaps because of all the crazy vampire hype currently going on; who knew, really. All hot clubs have drama and scandal. It's what drives the people to them, a voice nagged in the back of her head. It was the same voice that usually convinced her to go along with Franny's schemes. Taking a final look at Franny's hopeful expression, her resolve melted. "I'll go," she finally announced. She never was one to be able to say no to Franny. Being the hottest club in town made it the most exclusive, meaning the chances of them

getting in were slim to none anyhow. We won't get past the front door, she thought to herself smugly, so nothing to worry about. She took a bit of comfort in that. It's not like they weren't attractive women, because they both were. While she was known for her dark, mysterious beauty, Franny was all sex appeal. Franny had a hot curvy body and perfectly-sized plump breasts, and she was simply fun and exciting to be around. Despite their looks, the truth of the matter was that they weren't on anybody's Alist and there were a hell of a lot of women who looked better. So, she'd humour Franny; at least then she couldn't be accused of being a square again. Trinity chuckled to herself. "You'll go?" "I'll go," she confirmed. "Super!" Franny clapped her hands together, her eyes shining. "Hurry and drink up, we need to go shopping." "Shopping?" She did not realize agreeing would mean having to go shopping. "What's wrong with my current closet of club clothing?" "It's Club Vampire, Trinity. Last time I checked, your closet didn't contain much in the way of sexy gothic type attire." She paused for a moment, thinking. "You know for that matter, neither does mine." "So you're thinking hooker boots, leather, fishnets and mini skirts, huh?" Trinity asked, raising a cynical eyebrow at her friend. She finished her coffee and stood up, grabbing her beige quarter-length cashmere overcoat. Her friend smiled sweetly. "Something like that." Trinity groaned inwardly as she followed Franny towards the exit. **** It was 9 pm on Saturday night, and as usual the line-up of Club Vampire's hopeful patrons was now wrapping around the corner of the building. Well over half the people trying to gain access to the club were being turned away. While it was rumoured that the club was being run by vampires, no one really believed it. The humans all assumed it was a clever gimmick. The truth of the club was that it

happened to indeed be run by vampires, and by one vampire in particular: Nigel. A legend among the youngest generation of the Queens's vampires. Vampires from the Queen's clan were guaranteed entry into the club, while humans and the King's clan vampires had to take their chances in line each night. Generally, the vampires were to arrive several hours in advance of the 9 pm opening, and they would all gather in the massive surveillance room to pick the humans they may be interested in fraternizing with. They would simply inform Nigel, who in turn informed the bouncer at the door, also a vampire, via an earpiece whether someone was to be granted entry for that night. While the humans assumed entrance all had to do with how hot they were, or how "connected" they were, that wasn't necessarily the case, though it certainly didn't hurt. It simply had to do with whether the human happened to catch the eye of one of the vampires in attendance that evening. Vampires Travis and William scanned the monitors displaying the line of hopefuls, from the back of the surveillance room, looking for a couple of girls. While they usually looked for girls independently, tonight was different. Tonight they were looking for a couple of friends. "There," William nudged Travis in the ribs with is elbow and directed his pal's eyes to monitor number 12. Travis knew which girls William was referring to straight away, a couple of red headed twins wearing tight red latex mini-dresses and outlandish black eye make-up. "Nah." They didn't even remotely pique his interest. A little too trashy for his liking. Disappointment fell across William's face. "But. Man. They're twins! And redheads to boot." Travis simply shook his head and went back to scanning the monitors. William noticed a couple more pairs of girls. Travis shot down both of those sets as well. William was getting pissed. And impatient. Travis was so fucking picky. It wasn't as if they were looking for their soulmates, they were simply looking for some fun for the night. Then, there they were!

Travis was the one to elbow William this time and pointed to monitor four. "Right there." William was silent for a moment, looking the two girls over. One had long straight dark hair and was quite petite in stature. The other was taller, with shoulder-length blond hair and was curvy in all the right places, just the way he liked them. He would never admit to his buddy that they were a pretty good choice, much better than the ones he had chosen, but they were. "Hmmm. Yeah. They'll do," he replied with a nod, pretending to be indifferent. "Hey, Nigel!" Travis yelled to the busy vampire across the room directing the bouncer on who to dismiss and who to let in. Nigel turned to look at him briefly, letting Travis know he had his attention, then turned back to the monitors. "Call them, Travis," he yelled over his shoulder. "Monitor four. Couple friends. Blond and dark haired females." Five minutes later the pair had finally made it to monitor one and the front of the line. Nigel gave the okay for them to enter as Travis and William looked on eagerly. William could feel some action happening already in his trousers, watching that hot blonde's large breasts jiggling as she and her friend strutted into the club. "The blonde is mine," William called over his shoulder as he made his way to the door that led to the dance floor area. Travis smiled as he followed behind his friend. Worked for him; it was the dark-haired one who had caught his eye in the first place. **** They couldn't believe their good fortune. Trinity and Franny had stood in line watching as a solid sixty percent of the people waiting had been refused entry into the club. With each refusal their hopes of getting in had dwindled to the point where they had seriously considered not wasting another moment waiting to be rejected. While up until that point Trinity had been apprehensive about going to the club, now that she was there in line and waiting the excitement of going was starting to take over. Somehow, they

lucked out and were given the wave into the club. Both women looked at each other excitedly and scurried into the front entrance. "Wow!" Trinity shouted into her friend's ear, while her eyes scanned the club. As they entered they were greeted with the loud, fast, hard tempo of techno music. The club was dark with red and blue pulsing lights coming from virtually all directions. There were two floors. The first floor consisted of mainly the dance area. There were several pedestals in the center where the club's professional dancers strutted their stuff, twisting and grinding to the beat in the nude. As the two friends pushed their way closer to the dance floor, they realized the dancers were not naked like they had originally thought, but wearing a very sheer shimmering bodysuit. The dance floor was already filling quickly. Due to the intense strobe lights the dancers' movements appeared to be broken and choppy. To their direct left was a stage where a band

presumably some sort of grudge band judging from their attire was busy

setting up. Towards the back on the far left and right sides of the dance floor were bars, along with a number of tables and chairs. "Told ya," came Franny's smug reply. Trinity looked over at her friend to see Franny had a large smile on her red painted lips and excitement gleaming in her eyes as she also appeared to be taking in their surroundings. The second floor was actually a large balcony jutting out halfway across the first floor and overlooking the stage. It consisted of primarily large velvet overstuffed sofas and armchairs, in red and black. The railing along balcony was made of glass, allowing a view of the stage. Franny took hold of Trinity's elbow and led her towards the stairs for the second floor. "Let's go grab a drink up there." Trinity didn't respond, but simply followed behind her blond friend, up the stairs and towards the back of the second floor to where the bar was located. Franny had chosen a red leather dress for herself, which clung to her assets perfectly. Trinity had to snicker to herself as she noticed many of the male heads, and some of the females, turn and watch Franny as her ass swayed back and forth as they walked by.

Trinity had decided to dress a little more conservatively in a pair of black leather pants, studded leather belt and white handkerchief top. A cool breeze tickled her bare back and blew her loose, long black hair wildly around her as they walked past one of the large air conditioners. The cool blast of air felt divine in contrast to the muggy heat that was already beginning to build within the club, growing in intensity as people continued to pour in. Trinity was still somewhat apprehensive. There was just something about the club that didn't seem right to her. Maybe it was the people, or perhaps the sexual electricity that seemed to be radiating throughout the club. From the very second she stepped foot into the club, it felt almost as if her inhibitions were being melted away. While a part of her wanted to simply "let go" and enjoy whatever the night would bring, there was still a part of her that fought to keep her mind clear. The area surrounding the bar was crowded, but Franny was able to wiggle her way between the crowds to make it to the front. Trinity didn't even attempt to follow. Franny was far better at worming her way to the front of lines and always knew what she wanted anyhow. Gin Sling. Always a Gin Sling. Instead, she took a moment to scan the crowd. It appeared to her as though everyone in the club were early twenties to early thirties. All quite alluring. And all donning dark, erotic types of looks. As Trinity continued scanning the people in the club, she couldn't help admire many of them. They all seemed to have an unexplainable confidence and sex appeal. The vast majority of the people in the club seemed to be wearing varying styles of black, white and red leather, vinyl and latex clothing. The common consensus seemed to be that less is better, at least for the women. Trinity looked down at her own wardrobe for the evening and started to feel overdressed in comparison. Many of the men on the other hand seemed to be more casually dressed, some as simply as blue jeans and a t-shirt. She noticed a couple of men in particular. One was tall, with short blond hair and a solid frame. She could easily see him doing something physical as a profession. Construction, perhaps. The other was shorter by a couple inches, with dark hair, dark eyes, and a light chocolate complexion. While the larger man seemed

to be enjoying the atmosphere of the club, the second man seemed more subdued. Serious. Intense. Trinity stood watching him as if transfixed, until she noticed him turning to look in her direction, his dark eyes locking onto hers. Quickly, she adverted her gaze, her face burning slightly as she hoped he hadn't caught her staring. There was something about the darker, more mysterious one that sent her pulse racing, but she just couldn't put her finger on it. It was an unmistakable pull, one that she had never experienced before. "K. Let's go sit over there," Franny was back and thrusting the drink into her hand. "This way," she motioned for Trinity to follow. Trinity could feel his eyes on her, following her every movement. She had to admit it excited her, sending a shiver down her back. She was tempted to look over at him once more, but forced herself to look straight ahead. Follow Franny. Eyes forward, she instructed herself. Franny found a spot for them and flopped herself down on a Victorian style red velvet sofa, crossing her legs. Her skirt was so short that the hemline crept up, threatening to expose her bare ass. Trinity was quite certain there were a number of people in eyeshot that were hoping for that to happen. Hell, knowing Franny she wanted it to happen as much as they did. "He's looking at you," Franny nodded in the direction of the two men Trinity had been watching. From where they were seated the men were now standing behind them and to the left. "The dark one. Damn! He. Is. Hot. But I have to say the blond-haired big boy beside him is more my style." He is indeed Franny, Trinity thought to herself. Problem was that in her experience, men like these brought with them a world of trouble. Despite the attraction she seemed to feel towards him she sensed something else about the pair, something she usually never felt with other men. Danger. Raw and savage danger. She cautioned another glace over her shoulder in his direction. He was still watching her intently. She blushed and looked away. She wasn't sure why but he both unsettled her and excited her at the same time, and it felt good. Too good. When in high school she was the quiet, shy one, so she never attracted the attention of the stereotypical bad boy. Even in college, it was the conservative, refined types who pursued her. She was forced

to admit to herself that it was thrilling to have caught the eye of this man now, despite the warning bells sounding in her head. "They're coming this way." Excitement sparkled in Franny's eyes as she said it. Franny jutted out her breasts and straightened up in her seat. She nudged Trinity in the ribs lightly. "The big one is mine." Trinity nodded her head in agreement. She noticed that Franny didn't bother to try and cover her partially exposed bottom; if anything, she jutted it out slightly further than it was before. She laughed to herself thinking, typical Franny.

Chapter 2

The one with the blond hair was the first to reach them. He seated himself on the armrest of the sofa to the left of Franny, casually draping an arm along the back of the sofa. The dark-haired one who had caught Trinity's eye sat in the large matching armchair to Trinity's right, leaning forward with his elbows braced on his knees. "Good evening ladies. I'm Travis." The dark haired one, Travis, extended his hand first to Franny and then to Trinity. He held Trinity's hand in his a bit longer than necessary. As he let go, his fingertips lightly skimmed her palm, sending another electric shiver through her. His hands were soft, yet masculine. Hands that made her crave to find out what they would feel like touching her more intimately. She looked up into his eyes. So deep and mysterious. Knowledge well beyond his age seemed to reside within them. He sat back into the chair, his hands laced behind his head. "William, but feel free to call me Will." The other man extended his hand to Trinity quickly, but then focused his attention on Franny. It was apparent she was the object of his desire. "I'm Franny," she motioned to Trinity, "my friend Trinity." Franny turned towards William, her fingertips making light circles across his denim clad thigh. "So tell me," she said seductively, pausing to take a sip from her drink before continuing. "Are there really vampires here at the club?" "Do you believe in vampires, sexy lady?" William asked, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. He reached out and gently caressed her cheek with the back of his large, callused hand. Trinity was quite certain she could hear Franny purring under his touch. Good grief, Trinity found herself thinking. What had she gotten herself into? She gave her friend about fifteen minutes before she ran off with William, leaving Trinity to fend for herself. Alone. That's how it normally went down for them. Franny got the guy, while Trinity got a cab ride home, alone.

"I've heard there have been many unexplained incidences here at the club." Franny chewed at her ruby red painted lower lip. "So I suppose anything is possible." "Does that scare you?" William asked, clearly loving her brazen attitude. "No," Franny leaned into him her lips inches from his. "Maybe I like to play it dangerous once in a while." Oh my God, she didn't just say that, Trinity groaned to herself. She ventured a quick glance at Travis, who smiled and gave her a wink. Good. At least she wasn't the only one that thought the flirtation was over the top. Though another glace at William confirmed he was indeed loving every moment of it. The music stopped suddenly, leaving only the hum of people's voices around them. "Attention," a voice on the loudspeaker boomed. "Would you put your hands together for a hot new band: Intensity!" A roar erupted among the crowd as people cheered and clapped when the band began playing their first song. The beat was slow and sexy. The people on the dance floor below them began pairing up, while those who were single presumably went off in search of a hook-up. "Come on," William reached for Franny's hand, which she eagerly accepted. Franny turned to Trinity and gave her a quick smile and wink before allowing herself to be escorted downstairs and onto the dance floor. Alright. Time for it to get awkward, Trinity thought as she gave Travis a nervous smile. As she looked at him, she found herself yearning to see if his body would feel as good under her hands as it did to look at. "Would you care to

" Travis began to stand and extended his hand to Trinity. He

motioned to her drink, which had yet to be touched. "I'll buy you a new one when we're done." When she hesitated he smiled at her, adding, "I promise." She looked up at him. He was exotically handsome. She imagined by the way his shirt clung to him that he would have a sexy, lean chest and torso under the shirt he was wearing. She smiled up at him, took his hand and allowed herself to be led down the stairs and onto the now crowded dance floor. Franny and Will were on the opposite side of the dance floor, but from what she could tell from the brief glimpses she managed through the moving couples, her friend seemed

to be having a good time. Franny's face seemed to come alive as she looked up at her companion. She danced with Will as if she had known him for ages instead of ten minutes. Trinity laughed to herself. Leave it to Franny. It was times like this that she wished she could just let go and enjoy herself without being so self-conscious and introverted. "I think this is the best spot we're going to find," Travis stopped abruptly, causing Trinity to collide into his back. He felt surprisingly cool under the material of his shirt, despite the rising temperature of the dance floor. He turned to her and took her into his arms. She felt herself seem to float into his arms as if she belonged there. "Very smooth," she teased, allowing herself to be pulled into him. She slid her arms around his neck and looked up into his dark eyes with a light smile on her face. Perhaps Club Vampire wasn't such a bad idea after all, she mused. "A very many years of practice," came the reply as his arms encircled her waist, pulling her tight against his hard, refreshingly cool body. His hands came to rest on her lower back. Trinity found the band's music was perfectly suited to its name. It was intense. The sounds were deep and sultry, and seemed to reach deep down into her soul, making her long to do more intimate things than simply dance. Do more than simply feel his hard, muscled body swaying against her. Teasing hers. It seemed the other couples on the dance floor felt the same wave of erotic intensity that kept crashing over and through her. Couples around her were beginning to let go of their inhibitions and lose themselves in the music and in each other. As Trinity looked around, she noticed the couples around them touching. Kissing, tasting each other. Not seeming to care where they were or who was around them to see. While she'd seen couples at other clubs act in the same manner, this seemed unique. It was as if people not just wanted but needed to be sexually satisfied. Needed the intimate contact of another. She was also feeling that raw need, which was slowly increasing with each and every beat of the music. Her hands worked the muscles in Travis's shoulders. Feeling. Kneading. Caressing. She let her head fall forward into his neck. The scent of his cologne was spicy, exotic. It was perfectly suited for him.

"So what about you?" he whispered into her hair. "Hmm?" She looked up into his dark eyes. She could see the desire burning within them. "Do you believe there are vampires among us? Here? Tonight even?" He smiled at her, a mischievous gleam in his eyes. Her first impression of him would have placed his age at early thirties, but when he smiled at her then, he seemed to shed five years. She couldn't help but laugh. He had a cocky smile on his lips, but his eyes were surprisingly serious, despite the mischievous gleam. "No. Despite this club's name and reputation, I am still inclined to think it's just a gimmick," she replied. She laughed once more at the very thought of vampires. "I see." The song was ending but another slow and seductive song started right up on the previous one's heels. The band's roster of songs seemed to be made up exclusively of the slow bump and grind type of music. In truth, she was quite happy with that, since the long string of slow songs meant she didn't have to leave his embrace, at least not quite yet. The air around her seemed to be getting even warmer, muggier. A trickle of sweat snaked its way down her neck and back. His body under his thin t-shirt was cool to the touch, refreshing in contrast the heat emanating around her. She found herself pressing up closer to him, seeking his coolness. She turned around in his arms, her bare back to his cool chest. It felt so good, the coolness and the hard, lean muscle against her. She worked her hands up behind her, wrapping them behind his neck. Closing her eyes, she swayed against him to the pulse of the music. She heard his breath catch in his throat as her ass rubbed up against his groin. His cool breath was on her ear. Her neck. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her ass tight against the growing bulge beneath his trousers. The other caught her chin, tilting her face up to look into his. She opened her eyes. As her eyes met his, her breath caught in her throat, as if someone had knocked the wind out of her. She was captivated by his gaze, which seemed to draw her into him. His eyes were so intense, the brown beginning to turn white right before her eyes. Rational thought may have told her that his eyes turning color wasn't normal, that she should run. She should

get away, but rational thought had left the building. Rational thought left the second she allowed herself to be swept into his arms. She was becoming a prisoner to her desires, despite her fears. All she could now think about was kissing him. Tasting him. Just kiss me, Trinity thought, as if subconsciously willing him too. As if reading her mind, Travis lowered his head, his lips meeting hers. He kissed her softly, but she wanted more. Needed more. She opened her mouth to him, inviting his tongue to meet hers. He accepted her invitation, deepening their kiss. His hand moved from her chin down to her neck, massaging her collarbone, her shoulders. She moaned. Heat was beginning to form between her legs. Her body seemed to take over completely, as she began pushing up against him more forcefully. His hand on her waist dropped lower to the waistband of her low-rise black leather pants. So close, her pussy ached. The need to feel him continued to grow within her, nearly overtaking her. She broke away from his kiss for a moment to catch her breath. Surveying the crowd once again through her lashes, she noticed that most of the couples on the dance floor seemed to be as engrossed with each other as she was with him. Some even more so. She noticed a number of couples feeding each other what she could only assume to be some sort of narcotic. She assumed ecstasy, though it could have been any of the new designer drugs out presently. She was not one to partake in such things so her knowledge was limited on the subject. Glancing to her left, she noticed many couples indulging in some hardcore petting on the dance floor. Some people seemed to be missing clothing she was certain they had on ten or so minutes ago. To the far right, just barely in her line of vision, a man had his partner topless and was fucking her against the wall. Glancing upwards to the balcony sofas there were more couples engrossed in each other. The whole place, the whole situation, seemed surreal. Do you believe? a voice inside her head asked. Vampires? Real? She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. It was simply all the talk about vampires, the atmosphere of the club, Travis's cool, sexy body moving against hers. It was all making her mind play tricks on her.

It almost felt as if she was in the middle of an erotic dream. One of those dreams you have that you don't want to wake up from. It feels real, but then you wake up disappointed. Trinity half expected to wake up at any moment, but until then... she'd enjoy the ride, she decided. God, he feels so good, she thought. Trinity turned back around in his arms to face him again. He captured her mouth while grabbing her leg and guiding it up around his upper thigh. His hand then traveled back down the length of her leg to cup her ass over the tight leather. The song changed again, but the beat remained the same. Soft. Sexual. Haunting. Her hand worked it way up his neck and into his soft dark hair. As she kissed him again, aggressively, her hips began to rock against the large rock hard bulge in his trousers, dry humping him on the dance floor. Normally she would never have considered this type of behaviour in public but tonight, with Travis, she didn't care. She didn't care about modesty. Didn't care if someone was watching. As a matter of fact, the idea that people may be watching actually excited her further. All she cared about was the way he felt against her and how good he would feel in her. He broke off the kiss, panting. "Trinity." Travis fought to get a grip on himself, on both his body and emotions. Closing his eyes he tried to calm himself. He knew his eyes had turned white, but the intensity of the situation was too much for him to control it. He also knew she had noticed there was a change as they were in the process of transitioning. It had actually shocked him that she hadn't gone screaming out of the club when she saw his eyes turn. His fangs had just dropped as well and he was fighting with himself to calm down enough to retract them. The level of sexual excitement he was experiencing with Trinity, however, was making it nearly impossible. He didn't mean to let himself get this carried away here. He tried to live by the Queen's rules for associating with humans. One of the main being to keep your fangs to yourself around humans, in public. This club, however, was in contrast with what the Queen required but since Nigel, its owner, was in the Queens favour, she allowed it to exist here.

He could smell blood, human blood. Some of the vampires were feeding on the dance floor. He didn't think Trinity had noticed it yet, but she would. Some of the vamps just couldn't resist taking a taste or two before escorting their partners to one of the VIP rooms out back or elsewhere outside the club. He was aware of the issues the club was having recently. Vampires were getting sloppy. Reckless. The fact that even the humans were becoming aware of it was making that painfully apparent. They were going to ruin what he considered a good thing for vampires in the area. He and Nigel were supposed to be meeting tomorrow afternoon to discuss a strategy that would help rid the club of these problem vamps. The music continued, producing a beat that demanded the dancers touch, feel, taste their partners. The band that was performing consisted of a mixture of vampires and djinn. He knew them all personally, and liked them all, for the most part. They were part of the reason why humans became so wanton, and even other vampires felt the effects to a certain extent. Their music was intended to make those who listened give in to their innermost desires. To relinquish control. Humans had natural urges to be with vampires, and the music amplified those urges considerably. As Travis looked at the couples around them he considered that perhaps they did too good of a job. His cock was painfully hard. It took the majority of his control to keep his fangs retracted and to maintain his normal brown eye color. He had no energy left to rein his cock in as well and really didn't really want to. Looking down at Trinity he couldn't resist lowering his lips back down to hers. He couldn't get enough of the taste of her. So sweet. He tasted a hint of gin on her tongue; she missed out on her drink that she left upstairs, but must have had a couple before getting there. He grew a new appreciation for gin. She moaned under his lips as their tongues danced. His mouth left hers to travel its way to her neck. Travis could hear and feel the blood rushing through her veins. Her heart racing. His tongue traced up and down her neck, sending a shiver through her, causing her to gently buck and writhe against him. He couldn't take the agony any longer. He needed to find a place a little more private for them. He doubted anyone on the dance floor was paying attention to them or for that matter even cared what they were doing. But still, privacy was always better in his opinion, for what he wanted.

"Come on," he requested as he reluctantly stepped back from her, took her hand and started to lead her towards the VIP door under the balcony. "Wait," Trinity commanded, rooting herself to the spot she was standing in. Turning, he looked at her with a questioning expression. "Where is Franny?" she asked, as she scanned the crowd on the dance floor with no success in finding her friend. Ahh, Franny. He'd completely forgotten about her friend and William. "William took her out back a couple songs ago." He hadn't actually seen them leave, but could sense his buddy in the back room. He was certain Franny was with Will. Trinity rolled her eyes. Typical Franny, taking off without even telling her. She could have at least taken a moment to mention it, Trinity seethed. She made a mental note to mention it to Miss Francine in the morning. Travis smiled at her. "They didn't actually leave the club. William has already taken her back to the VIP section of the club. That was better, but her friend still wasn't off the hook. Franny was still going to get a lecture in the morning about leaving without a word. Rule number one of clubbing with friends was to never leave with a man unless your friends know. The fact that Franny never seemed to take that rule seriously annoyed her greatly. It was more than just a courtesy to her, it was common sense, especially when in a club with a reputation like this one. Trinity's mind quickly shifted from her friend to the sexy, desirable man standing before her. No sense letting Franny ruin a good night, she decided. The club was now packed to its limit. Trinity looked over at the front door and noticed the doors were firmly closed and it appeared that no one else was being admitted. She hooked her index finger into Travis's belt loop to keep from getting lost in the mix of bumping, grinding bodies. Her other hand held tightly to his. Again, she found herself surprised by how cool it was. "Now, just a forewarning, don't pay any attention to the people in the main room." Travis said as he gave the bouncer who was guarding the VIP door a quick nod. The bouncer recognizing Travis nodded back and turned his attention to the other clubbers. "Huh?"

Travis looked back at her, gave her a reassuring smile and a quick squeeze to her hand. "I think you're going to change your mind about your thoughts on vampires when you see what I have to show you." Trinity's mouth fell open. She snapped it shut again. He couldn't seriously mean... "Just prepare yourself," Travis added, leading her through the doorway labelled VIP. For what? She didn't have a chance to get additional information from him before she realized for herself why he was forewarning her. You didn't have to be a vampire to be able to smell the combination of blood, sex, and sweat in the air of the large room as they entered it. The room was dimly lit, so dim that she needed to strain to see specifics of each person there. The only light came from a number of torches lining the walls. Once her eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, she noticed that the doorway opened up to a room roughly a third the size of the main dance floor. The room was filled with leather sofas. There were additional doors running along each of the walls of the room, all with different names on them. Roughly fifteen specially assigned rooms off the main room. "This way," he commanded, tugging her to the left and moving so quickly she could barely keep up in the four-inch-heeled boots she was wearing. On the sofas were a number of couples performing various sex acts. There were also several group encounters going on. They passed by one table where the couple were doing lines. Cocaine, she assumed. However, like in the case of the ecstasy, she was only taking a wild guess. Being in the club made her realize how naive she really was when it came to some things. But, she reasoned with herself that when it came to certain things, being naive wasn't such a bad thing. What really seemed to shock her and cause her to stop dead in her tracks was the sight of what appeared to be a woman drinking blood from the inside of another naked woman's thigh. As she fed from the naked woman, her fingers played with the woman's clit and pussy. Faint streams of blood trickled down the woman's thigh, but the girl being fed upon didn't seem to notice or care. She seemed to actually be getting off on it. Her body moved against the vampire's hand, fucking it. Sensing that someone was watching, the "woman" who was feeding from the other woman's leg lifted her head up. Her shoulder-length red hair framed her face making her white eyes stand out. She parted her lips slightly, showing her fangs. Trinity gasped and

took a step away, placing Travis between her and the vampire. The vampire seemed slightly amused, then quickly lost interest and went back to what she was doing. Trinity stood frozen in place behind Travis, hypnotized by the sight. Unable to move or speak, just watch. She felt the urgency to move, to get out once again, but she just couldn't. "I told you not to pay attention," Travis's voice whispered in her ear, his voice deep and seductive. He reached into his pocket and produced a key. "Come on." He tugged on her hand again and led her to a door several feet away marked Travis & William. He unlocked the door swiftly and ushered her in. The room was dimly lit, just like the larger common room had been. She could still hear the music from the band, but it wasn't quite as loud. And it didn't seem to have the same erotic effect on her in here as it did out on the dance floor. The room was a small basic living room. A black velvet sofa and chaise in the center of the room. A small bar to the left. To her direct right was a small bathroom and there were two more doors at the back of the room, which Trinity guessed were bedrooms. "Do you and William live here?" she walked over to the bar and examined the liquor he had stocked up. "Sometimes. When in New York we do," Travis replied as he made his way to the sofa and flopped himself down at one end of it. Trinity nodded. She didn't bother to ask permission to use the bar; she needed a drink. Immediately. So many thoughts and emotions were swimming through her head at that moment. She poured a shot of vodka - the first thing she grabbed - and drank it down quickly. She winced as it burned on its way down her throat, but she began to relax slightly. She sighed, shaking her head. Part of her still didn't believe what she had seen was real. It couldn't have been real, could it? Vampires? Is Travis a vampire? She was tense again. After taking a second shot of vodka she took a deep breath and turned to face Travis. He was reclined back on the sofa, one arm stretched across the back and watching her with that intense look of his. She didn't move from her spot immediately but simply looked at him, then scanned the room a second time. There were no windows, so no way to escape if the need arose. She

doubted that if he was indeed a vampire that she'd make it very far anyhow, even if she wanted to. But at that moment, despite her fear, despite what she had seen, she didn't want to. A groan came from one of the back bedrooms. All was silent for another minute, then a scream followed. She looked at Travis with alarm, but he didn't show any concern. Franny! She sprinted to the door and burst into the room. Vampire be damned, she would save Franny or die trying!

Chapter 3

"Trinity, wait!" Travis called from behind her, but didn't attempt to move from his spot on the sofa. "Oh my God!" She tried to cover her eyes with her hands but it was too late. She'd seen everything. Lying naked on the middle of the king sized bed was a flushed and very pleased-looking Franny. Positioned between her legs, his face buried in her pussy, was a very naked William. "Oh, hey Trinity," she greeted with a weak smile, propping herself up on her elbows. At the sound of Trinity's voice, William lifted his head and sat back on his legs. He gave her a nod in greeting, his white eyes shining in the darkness. His massive dick also greeted her, hard and ready for action. She was quite certain it was the largest one she'd ever seen. He would make a fortune doing porn, she found herself thinking. "No need to rush in honey, there's more than enough of me to go around," he laughed as he watched her face turn several shades of red. "Oh my God. I'm so sorry." She began to back away out of the room, her voice weak from the embarrassment. She had never been so humiliated in her life. The odd thing about it was that she wasn't sure what shocked her more, the fact that he quite possibly was a vampire or the fact that she'd walked in on them. She quickly closed the door and headed back to the bar. Another shot of vodka. It didn't burn quite as much this time and she was starting to get a slight buzz. Thank God for small miracles, she thought. She heard the sound of soft masculine laughter behind her. Spinning around she looked at the source of the laughter. Travis's eyes gleamed with amusement. He knew what was going on behind that door and let me rush in anyhow, she fumed. "You asshole," she seethed, snatching a pillow from the chaise and flinging it at him. It hit him in the chest, then fell into his lap. It didn't seem to bother him, just amuse him more as her actions provoked yet another round of laughter from him.

"Might I remind you that I told you he took her out back. And might I also remind you that you barged in despite my request for you to stop." He had a point, but after what she'd seen in the main room who could blame her. A dozen scenarios had flashed through her mind as she had opened that door, but none of them included what she had walked in on. "I should be the one feeling bad right now after you saw the monster dick on William there. It'll be hard for me to compete," he joked, but the confidence in his eyes said he wasn't overly concerned. She racked her brain for a witty comeback but she had nothing. She wasn't the best when it came to smart-assed comments, especially when she was currently suffering from the worst humiliation of her lifetime. Not to mention she was still reeling from what she saw in the previous room. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply, then exhaled. Her body began to override her mind once more as she opened her eyes back up and glanced over at him. He may not be quite as endowed as his friend in the other room, but she couldn't help herself from thinking that chances were he was still an expert when it came to pleasuring a woman. Everything about him seemed to draw her in and make her want him. "Come here," he commanded, beckoning her over with his index finger. Trinity hesitated for a moment. Her sense of reason told her that she should be wary of him. However, her instincts told her something else entirely. Her instincts told her he posed no danger to her, just the opposite. The deciding fact being that her body wanted him, craved him, demanded him. Walking over to Travis she swung her leg over his lap and seated herself on him. Straddling him. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. His hands slid to her ass, holding onto her as he positioned her rump so she was seated on the growing bulge in his trousers. She wiggled on him, attempting to find the most comfortable and pleasing position, causing him to moan a second time. Her hands slipped under his shirt. She'd been wanting to feel his cool bare skin all evening. It was lean, defined, and ripped, just as she had imagined it would be. She couldn't resist, she needed to see him. She clutched the bottom of his shirt in her hands and pulled it up. Travis sat up and allowed her to pull the garment up over his head. She

tossed it to the floor. He made a move to kiss her, but she pushed him back onto the cushions. She wasn't done looking at him and appreciating the fine definition of his chest and stomach. Her fingers traced the contours of his abs, inching their way up to his chest. His torso was lean and so well defined. Better than she imagined, beyond human it was so perfect. And so cool to the touch. She looked up into his eyes with her questioning ones. Dare she ask? Did she really want to know the answer? Deep down, she already knew the answer. A deep male groan came from the bedroom, causing her to whip her head around to the direction of the sound. Seconds later, she heard William's name being called out repeatedly, and with increasing passion. Then another scream. She laughed to herself; if these men were vampires, Franny wasn't minding much. "What's wrong?" He sat up again wrapping his hands around her waist. She looked down at him, looking deep into his eyes. They were a dark brown again. His hands moved up her sides, his thumbs brushed the sides of her breasts. Shimmers of heat sparked up within her. She hadn't worn a bra partially because the top she was wearing wouldn't allow it, but also because one of the greatest advantages to having breasts on the smaller side was that gravity wasn't quite as harsh. She still had a few good years before the dreaded sagging began. She chewed at her bottom lip. How do you ask someone if they're a vampire? It wasn't really a question you dealt with everyday. Would he laugh hysterically at her? Perhaps the people in the other room were wearing contact lenses and role-playing. That could certainly be a possibility. Couldn't it? But, it looked real enough. Too real. An even more important question was, did she really want to know the answer? "What?" he pressed. "Are you a vampire?" she finally blurted. "Are they vampires out there in the other room?" There, she'd asked it. She cringed slightly, waiting for him to laugh and tell her that she was being silly. Silently hoping he would tell her that she was crazy. He smiled up at her in response. Oh no. He's not. They're not. It was just my imagination, she reasoned as she covered her face with her hands. What a humiliating night. Bright side is at least he's not outright laughing. She wasn't sure how you recovered from the embarrassment of first walking in

on your best friend getting oral from monster dick man Will, then accusing the guy you were about to have sex with of being a vampire. What was wrong with her? She made a move to get up off his lap, but his hand caught her hips and gently pulled her back down. "Trinity, hold on a second." He looked up at her and felt somewhat bad for her. If he had really wanted to, he could have stopped her from walking in on Will and her blond friend. But fuck, her reaction had been funny. Even now, as she sat there looking horrified thinking he must think she was a few bricks short of a load. It was amusing. Not to mention she looked damned sexy with her face flushed like it was; a bright rosy hue coloring her cheeks. "So for the sake of argument what would your reaction be if I told you that yes, many of the people out in the other room were vampires? And that yes, Will and I are also vampires?" She sat up straight and looked him in the eye. She tried to determine if he was joking, telling the truth, or just plain insane. She didn't have a chance to respond before the bedroom door flung open and William came strutting out in all his naked glory, heading in the direction of the little bar. "I normally would throw on some boxers or something, but nothing here that you haven't seen already. Huh Trinity?" He stopped, a large smile on his face, and wiggled his hips giving her a quick show before turning to the bar. Retrieving a bottle of wine, he jogged back to the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Trinity sighed shaking her head and adverting her gaze, causing Travis to laugh in response. "I hope that's the last we see of the Genghis Cock." "Huh?" He smiled at her and nodded towards the closed bedroom door, "It's what he named it." Puzzled, Trinity shook her head, not seeing the humour in the name. Travis paused; sometimes he forgot that not all people were alive in the 1200s. Then again, he would think most humans would know who Genghis Kahn was, but... "Genghis Kahn. Founder of the Mongol Empire. Asia. 1200s."

He watched her as she considered it, ultimately shaking her head no. Well she did have a number of drinks in her. Perhaps that was the problem, he reasoned. He wasn't going to spend anymore time pondering it. His dick had gone hard only to be disappointed so many times so far tonight that it was nearly unbearable. "It's not important." She smiled weakly at him. "So you. William. People out in the other room... Vampires?" It would have been so easy to simply compel her, strip her clothing off and fuck her until he was satisfied, but that wasn't the way that he worked. However, it was a solution many vampires opted for in order to avoid all the tedious questions. To him it was too dishonest, despicable, desperate, and just wrong in his book. Normally he would keep this side of himself hidden away from a woman he was wishing to sleep with, but she seemed to be able to bring the feral vampire out in him. It was nearly impossible to keep his eyes from shifting color or his fangs from dropping in her presence. He reasoned that it was better he tell her now than later and deal with the consequences. The last thing he wanted was to finally have the satisfaction of sliding himself into her, just to have her scream in terror because his fangs had dropped and eyes had turned. The only screaming he wanted to hear from her were screams of pleasure. "Yes," he nodded, confirming her suspicions. She looked at him hard for a moment, seeming to be processing the information. "So are you going to kill me? Us?" she asked with hesitation in her voice as she nodded toward the closed bedroom door. He smiled at her warmly before replying, "No." She sat straight up on him, eyeing him suspiciously. Her ass teased his cock through their clothing. His member began to rise up for action once again. "How do I know you're not lying?" "You don't." Vampires? The whole night seemed almost surreal to her. She knew she should be grabbing Franny and insisting they leave immediately. Did Franny know? She could hear the moans and whimpers coming from the closed bedroom door once more and she couldn't help but feel turned on.

If Franny did know, she didn't seem too concerned about it. The fact that she was sitting on the lap of one of the sexiest men she'd ever met didn't help matters. She could feel him growing hard underneath her. She liked it. She longed to feel more of him. Couldn't vampires glamour or compel their victims? Was she a victim? But then again, would she be having these thoughts if she was? "So do you have me compelled or whatever it is that vampires do to make us do what you want us to?" He laughed. Hard. His amusement from her statement shone through in his eyes. He was so damned sexy when he laughed. His smile produced the most adorable dimples she'd ever seen. She could feel herself getting wet once more. Vampire or not, there was no denying she wanted this man worse than she'd ever wanted anyone. He finally stopped laughing and looked at her seriously. "No." "But you could if you wanted?" "Yes, but I never have and never will." "When I leave will I remember what happened tonight?" She placed her hands back on his chest, then lowered herself onto him. It was reckless, perhaps even dangerous. But at the same time, the danger and the uncertainty of the situation only added to the excitement. Just once she wanted to live dangerously and throw caution to the wind. Just once. "I would hope so. Otherwise I would have to say I didn't do a very good job at pleasuring you." The lust was burning in his eyes again, turning them white. He reached out and raked his fingers through her long dark hair. She purred under his touch, the feel of his hand on her scalp, the gentle pull of her hair as his fingers went gliding through it. He pulled her down to him, his lips touching her neck. He felt her freeze in his arms for a moment when his lips touched her neck. "I only bite when you ask me to," he whispered softly in her ear. He was partially teasing, but also telling the truth. He wanted to sink his fangs in her almost as much as he wanted to drive his throbbing cock into the moist heat between her legs. She began to relax against him. Trusting him. She pushed the conflicting thoughts from her mind. She was going to enjoy the night, enjoy him. She'd deal with the consequences of her actions in the morning.

He took her earlobe in his mouth, tugging at it with his teeth. She giggled and squirmed on him in response. With a soft chuckle, his mouth worked its way back down to her neck. The rhythmic sound of the blood pumping through her veins was intoxicating to him. He yearned to bite into her delicate neck and taste her. But he didn't. Instead he continued on across her collarbone trailing light kisses. Trinity pulled away from him and sat up. Slowly she undid the ties at the back of her top. The material fell away, leaving her breasts exposed. The coolness of the room in combination with the anticipation of his touch had caused her nipples to form tight nubs. He sat up, lowering his mouth to the first one while his hand explored the second. His tongue worked its way around the nipple, tasting, licking. He then took the second in his mouth. Sucking. Tugging at it with his teeth. She moaned as she watched his mouth play with her breasts. The fingers on his other hand pinched and rolled her other nipple between them. Pleasure was rippling through her body. She never had someone touch her so expertly in her life. Each flick of his tongue, each pinch of his fingers on her nipples sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. Her pussy was getting wetter by the second and the need to have him in her was growing at a startling pace. Her hips began to rotate and grind on his lap. The friction from her clothing rubbing against her clit increased her need for him. She bent down and began kissing his neck. She licked and nipped at the cool smooth flesh. He pulled back for a moment, fire raging in his eyes as he looked at her. "Now, now. If I can't bite then neither can you," he scolded, wagging a finger under her nose. Taking it as an invitation, she took his finger into her mouth. She sucked on it hard. Up and down, her tongue circling it as she went. He felt sure he was going to explode right then and there. Watching her skilfully take hold of his finger. Sucking it. His cock sang to him, begging for the same treatment. He couldn't control his fangs dropping or his eyes turning fully. He was beyond horny, well beyond.

Trinity's breath caught in her throat when she noticed the fangs had dropped and his eyes had turned white. She knew he wouldn't hurt her, felt sure of it. Taking a deep breath she relaxed again, picking up where she had left off. He pulled his finger from his mouth and pushed her gently backwards against the sofa. He stood and undid his pants, letting them drop to the floor before kicking them to the side. "I think you missed a piece of clothing." She sat up and pulled his tight black briefs down past his hips, over his nicely defined ass and past his toned legs. She took his throbbing member in her hand, stroking it. Trinity was pleased when she was rewarded with a moan from him and a small amount of come as it seeped from the top of his length. It may not have been the size of Genghis Cock in the other room, but it was more than enough to keep her fully satisfied. "There is something wrong here," he growled taking hold of her wrist and pulling her up from the sofa. She hadn't realized just how powerful he was until that moment. Travis had pulled her up as if she were as light as a feather. "What's wrong?" she asked, looking up at him. He unsnapped the top of her pants and pulled down her zipper. "It's only fair that if I have to lose mine then you lose these." He paused a moment, his hands stroking her ass over the leather. "Though I do love looking at your ass in these." He gave her a quick swat on the rear before hooking his thumbs into her belt loops and pulling them down over the curve of her hips. Kneeling down in front of her, he kissed her stomach, his tongue and lips teasing her warm flesh as he revealed it from under the leather. She took a deep breath trying to keep control of herself. The feel of his breath on her stomach, slowly moving lower, caused a fresh wave of need to flow through her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, fingernails clawing, digging in, drawing blood. As the leather was pushed down past her pelvis she groaned. It was such sweet torture. The coolness from his breath teased her wet pussy. His mouth barely grazing the sensitive area between her legs. His hands pushed the pants the rest of the way down to the floor, taking the black thong she was wearing with them. She spread her legs and stepped out of them. Following his previous example, she kicked them off to the side.

He began kissing the tender flesh on the inside of her thigh as his hands massaged her bottom. The anticipation was excruciating. If he didn't give her what she needed soon

and

she was certain she'd take what she wanted.

"Please," she pleaded. He laughed quietly. One of his hands left its position on her ass and made its way to her pussy. He slid a couple fingers into her wet warmth, rubbing and stroking her, causing her to cry out. He used his thumb to expose her clit. With his mouth and tongue he sucked, teased, and nipped at it. She could feel her knees going weak. She wasn't certain how much more she could take before they gave out altogether. Her nails dug deeper into his shoulders, clutching onto him for support. "Mmm. So sweet," he murmured as he continued to lick, stroke, suck. The waves of pleasure shot through her body like bolts of electricity pulsing through her from her head to her toes. Tremors wracked through her lower abdomen. He had taken her to the brink and she was on the verge of toppling, both figuratively and literally. "Travis!" she cried out as the final tremor rocked through her causing an explosion of heat and liquid. Her knees finally gave out on her from the release but he was too quick to let her fall. He caught her in his arms as she collapsed. His mouth captured hers, hungry with desire and tasting of her juices. Just tasting herself on his lips, on his tongue, was causing the desire in her to build once again. Travis broke off the kiss long enough to lay her back onto the sofa. He positioned himself in between her legs. Her pussy still ached for him, to feel his hard cock in her. The wait was sheer agony. "I need to feel you," she whispered. He lay over her, his arms supporting his weight. He bent his head down and kissed her softly. She reached down and began to stroke him once more. He closed his eyes and groaned at her touch. "All mine," she declared. He smiled down at her. "All yours," he agreed. This woman's touch, her body, her scent. Everything about her was like an addiction to him. He had been with many women over the centuries, but never had one made him melt like her. No one had ever made him

lose control in the way that she did. He both hated and loved it, but one thing he did know was that he didn't want it to end. Whatever she wanted, whatever she needed, he'd give to her without question. If she is my addiction then I'll happily live with it, Travis thought. He guided his cock to the entrance of her moist pussy. He wanted to prolong the experience for her. Wanted to feel her body quiver for him once again, but the need to feel her take him into her completely was too strong. He needed it too much and quite frankly didn't think he would be able to last much longer. Her hips bucked up against him and that was the final straw. In one swift movement he slid into her. Her pussy welcomed his cock, coaxing it in deeper. "Sweet warmth," he whispered into her neck. She felt better than he imagined she would. She was so warm. So tight. The feel of her fingernails digging into his back was driving him wild. As he thrust into her hard and fast, he could smell his own blood as her nails broke the skin of his back. He loved it. His mouth found her neck once more, his fangs trailing up and down the vein in her neck. He wanted the blood almost as much as he wanted the sweet warmth between her legs. But he wouldn't take it without permission. Only if she asks, he commanded himself. She was moaning under him, her legs wrapped securely around his waist, encouraging him to ride her harder, deeper. "Bite me," she demanded, exposing the tender flesh of her neck to him. He stopped moving for a moment, frozen with surprise from her request. He pulled himself up from her to look her in the eyes. His eyes, white and ridden with desire, met her emerald ones. He wanted to. Sweet mercy, he wanted to but he had to be certain. "What? Did you just..." he questioned. One of her hands left his back and touched his cheek. "It's okay. Drink from me." He searched her expression, but found no worry or doubt in her face. He only saw trust, and desire. "It will hurt, sweetheart," he cautioned. "I want you to," she whispered as she pulled his mouth down to meet hers.

He kissed her soundly, then pulled up to look her in the eye once again. "You are sure?" he confirmed once more. She closed her eyes and nodded, again exposing the tender, ivory flesh of her neck to him. He began to move inside her again, working himself back up to the fast, hard momentum that she was demanding of him. His lips travelled across her cheek to her jaw line then lowered to the side of her neck. He could feel her blood rushing through her veins, hear her heart's rapid beating within her chest. Trinity tensed up when she felt his fangs graze her neck, preparing for the pain. When it didn't come she quickly relaxed and continued to move with him, losing herself in the pleasure of their union. Finally, she felt the pinch as his fangs broke the skin, and let out a soft gasp of surprise. But the pleasure that followed was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. Such intimacy. As he drank she could feel his satisfaction, his desire, his relief. It was as if she were tapping into his emotions. As he drank he continued to thrust into her, bringing her to the brink once more as she exploded in a mixture of relief that was both physical and emotional. She clung to him, and gave one final cry out, pulling him tight into her as she came. Feeling her come on his cock, her pussy gripped tightly around him as he drank from her, was more then he could stand. He moved his mouth away from her neck and captured her lips once more. Seconds later, with one final thrust he released into her. He collapsed next to her, pulling her into his arms. His fangs had retreated and his eyes had turned back to their natural dark color. His hands explored the curves of her bare hips as she snuggled against him. There was concern on her face. He didn't like it. Did he do something to upset her? Did he hurt her? He looked at the small wound on her neck. He hoped he hadn't hurt her or drunk to deeply from her, but he didn't think he had. Then again, it wasn't often he drank from a human during sex. He examined the wound more closely. It had already stopped bleeding and appeared to be healing fine to him. "What's wrong?" he inquired, not able to wait for her to tell him. "Nothing." She chewed nervously on her lower lip.

Stroking her long back hair, he cradled her head in the crook of his arm. "You know," he began speaking softly, "some vampires have special abilities. Some can even read minds." She perked her head up in alarm. He smiled, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. "Rest assured sweetheart, I'm not one of them. That's why I'm forced to ask." "Like I said, it's nothing," she insisted, but there was something. She didn't want to this to be a one night stand. She didn't want to leave and never see him again. But she was scared that was all it was to him. It's all he signed up for so she couldn't expect more than that could she? She'd had a couple one night stands in the past. But this one felt different to her. She never felt like this before. Vulnerable. How could she tell him she wanted more? What would he want with a human anyhow, other than an occasional screw and a source of food? She could feel a tear threatening to escape from the corner of her eye. She was angry with herself for feeling this way. Trinity took a deep breath and forced herself to remain in control of her emotions. Oh no, no, no, no. She was going to cry on him? This was killing him inside. Why couldn't women just speak their mind. He cursed himself for not having the nifty mind reading power. His buddy Jacob had it. Lucky bastard. "I don't want this to be a one night stand," she blurted. There, she'd said it. She held her breath waiting for his response. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, pulling her back against him and stroking her hair as he kissed the top of her head. Relief washed over him knowing he could easily fix what was bothering her. "I'm sorry. I just. Normally. But," Trinity knew she was babbling, but couldn't seem to stop herself. He pulled back from her so he could look deep into those beautiful emerald green eyes of hers. "Listen. If anyone should be hoping to see someone else again it should be me asking you." He sat up, pulling her onto his lap, which proved to be a bad idea. His cock began to tingle at the feel of her ass rubbing against it.

She rested her arms on his shoulders, looking back at him, waiting for him to continue. "I've been alive a long, long time. In all those years I've never met someone who made me feel like you do. I can't describe it, because I honestly don't understand it myself. I'm not quite sure if it's a good thing or bad, but you seem to break down my control." He paused for a moment to study her reaction to his words before continuing, "Good or bad, I like it." She began to speak, but he placed a finger on her lips to silence her. "I'll be here for you. Only you. Until you tell me to go away, I promise you that." He meant every word of it. He removed his finger from her lips and replaced it with his own lips, kissing her tenderly. She pulled back suddenly with a smile appearing on her face. "So what is your vampire 'superpower' if not mind reading?" Travis chuckled softly, giving her a devilish smile and a wink. He stood up, taking her with him while being careful not to let her body leave his, not even for an instant. She laughed and wrapped her legs tightly around his waist. "Well if you haven't figured it out already I guess I'll have to take you into the bedroom over there and show you again," Travis said. "Mmmm, sounds like a pretty solid plan to me." Trinity laughed as he began to walk around the sofa, keeping her held securely in his arms. They had almost reached his bedroom door when William's door opened and Franny peeked her head out, a sheet wrapped around her otherwise naked body. Despite her styled hair being mussed and makeup smudged, she looked very satisfied to Trinity. "Jeez, we didn't think you two would ever get done out here," she commented with a wicked grin. "We're going to go get something to eat, you two wanna come?" Trinity looked down at Travis, who was mouthing the word no to her. She could feel his cock continuing to grow against her. "No I think we have other plans." Franny looked from one guilty face to the other and her grin widened. "Suit yourselves." As they reached his door, Travis opened it up and carried her over the threshold. "I'll show you superpowers, woman," he growled as he closed the door behind them.

The End.

The Everett Vampires Fact Sheet * The exact age and origin of vampires is unknown, the two oldest vampires are considered the mother and father of all vampires. The King Griffith and the Queen Louisa. There is speculation that the King and Queen were created by God as vampires originally and had never lived a human life. * The King and Queen have not been mates for over 2000 years. Their differences in ideologies has caused a rift between both them and their aligning clans. * The vampires sired from the Kings bloodline are considered the "Kings Clan." Vampires from the Kings Clan are considered to be more ruthless, aggressive and rely more on instinct and feral urges then on reason and intellect. If a vampire from the Kings bloodline is provoked their eyes will turn red. When a vampire from the Kings bloodline turns a human there is a great chance the newborn will become more beast then human. * The vampires sired from the Queens bloodline are considered to be of the "Queens Clan." Vampires born of the Queens bloodline are generally stronger, more skilled and mentally stable then those of the Kings Clan. It is speculated that the reason vampires of the Queens Clan are more in control of their feral side and are born more advanced physically, mentally and emotionally is due to the selective turning of humans by the Queen over the centuries. When a vampire of the Queens bloodline is provoked their eyes will turn white. * When a human is turned in most cases they will obtain a special ability upon being turned. Normally the special ability will be in direct relation to their skills and abilities as a human. For instance, a human that is naturally intuitive may become clairvoyant as a vampire.

* As a vampire ages throughout the decades and centuries they will develop a resistance to the sunlight. For instance, the King and Queen are virtually immune to the sunlight's rays. However, like with human genetics a newborn vampire may develop a sunlight resistance quite quickly if they are turned by an ancient or by the King or Queen. The older the siring vampire is the stronger and more developed the newborn will be. * While there is currently no war between the two vampire clans there is animosity between the two sides, the racial divide between the clans has been widening as the centuries pass. * Only three things can kill a vampire. Decapitation, Stake through the heart or being drained of blood. Many younger vampires can also be killed when exposed to sunlight. For more information on Everett Vampires or other Everett Supernaturals visit: www.elixaeverett.com

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