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I didn’t expect anyone to respond but I put it out there, in case some sort of god was listening to me, “If I am going to be cursed with this nightmare, at least leave me with some sort of translation so I am able to translate it into a language I am familiar with!” I was growing angrier, more frustrated. The images of my nightmare were lingering far longer than they had ever done before. Usually, within moments of waking, I’d only remember feelings but tonight was somehow different, I could recall everything. Every touch, smell and sound; they all still haunted me.

“I’m not good with heavy. It’s not part of who I am. I am a simple vampire with simple wants and needs. So, they might be more expensive than average but they are still simple. And shallow. So please, I’m begging whoever is sending me this message, give it to someone who will know what to do with it. Because I don’t. I just. Don’t.”

Crying, I got up to splash water on my face. I watched as my blood tears tinted the water to pink and cycloned down the drain. It was 4 a.m and I was now wide awake. It was too early for coffee but I needed something to calm me. Type O was just the thing.

Grabbing the container from my fridge, I went onto my balcony and stared out over the quiet horizon. A few cars drove slowly by, early birds chirped as they searched for their worms and a couple of joggers shuffled past. I sat still; my only movement was lifting my arm to my mouth to drink deeply.

I thought about Michael. Had I seen him in my dream? Or Morgan? Or Lucy? Or any of my dear friends? Had I seen my mother? Had my real father been in that horrible cell with me? I squeezed my eyes shut tightly. I tried to conjure up the image of that prison; I wanted to scan the faces in there.

Most of the faces were blank canvases. Only one, besides mine, was recognizable, his features were clear and defined. It was a beautiful man. Probably the most incredible male specimen I had ever laid eyes on. He had a commanding build, a strong contrast to the skeletal figures huddled together. His hair was dark and long. His eyes were such an intense, stunning blue that you could swim in them. He radiated power, determination and leadership. The sexual side of me noticed how well-endowed he was. His thick, large cock displayed proudly. I could make out tattoos, tribal markings all over his arms and chest. He was looking at someone and holding out his hand. Commanding someone to grab onto him, a lifeline offered.

That someone, it seemed, was me.

Yet, as real as this man looked, I had never seen him before in my entire life. But somehow he knew me. Whoever this man was, we were somehow connected. For the life of me, I would never, in a million years, be capable of figuring this thing out by myself.

It was indubitably time to consult with those who were older and wiser than me. I needed to meet with the Elders. And I had a feeling that time was of the essence.

 

I waited until exactly 7 a.m to call my mother. I needed to find out the quickest way to contact the Elders and being the local know-it-all yenta; I figured she’d be my best resource. I’d just have to figure out how to avoid giving away why I needed to speak to them. I didn’t want to alarm her.

Barbara didn’t pick up on my first attempt so I called back. After the fourth consecutive try, my mom answered the phone, her voice still groggy from sleep, “What’s the matter? Is everything okay?”

“Hi Mom, sorry to wake you.” I felt badly for scaring her, “Listen, do you happen to know, offhand, how I can reach the Elders? I sort of need to discuss something with them.”

“The Elders? Why would you want to pay them a visit honey? What’s going on?” Concern coated her words.

“Everything is fine. I just need to ask them some questions. For, ah, some research I need to do on a character in my new book.” Quick thinking on my part but I doubted my mom would believe me.

“What kind of research, besides sex, does an author of erotica need to do?” I was right, she didn’t believe me. E for effort though.

“I don’t want to go into details right now, Ma. Can you just please get me their location so I can go there. The quicker the better.”

“Of course, darling. Give me a few minutes to wake up first. I’ll call you back.” She hung up sounding more than a little annoyed with me. My mom didn’t like secrets, it didn’t matter the size of them, she was a need-to-know-now type woman. I was very much the same way. Instant gratification. But, I wasn’t going to be able to appease her curiosity on this one. Not yet. Not until I had something more to go on besides a super realistic and terrifying dream. I just didn’t want to burden her with it, she had a tendency to read into things and obsess.

I sat on the edge of my bed cupping my phone in both hands, staring at it impatiently. I was still startled when it signaled an incoming call with my mom’s picture plastered to the screen.

“Did you get it?” Did I ever mention that patience was not something I was blessed with?

“They are at some secret location at the moment. No one knows where. That isn’t good news, by the way. It means something is happening and they are holed up planning a course of action. I wonder what’s going on. I’ll have to make some calls.”

“Mom, I have information for them. I really, really, really, need to find them.” I cried in frustration, praying that the events in my dream had absolutely nothing to do with why The Elders were in a top-secret location in top-secret meetings.

“Darling, there is nothing I can do right now. If I find out anything more, then I promise I’ll let you know. In the meantime, did Xander Stark call you yet?” She really knew how to switch gears.

“Yeah, yeah. We are going out tomorrow night.” The only thing about the date I was looking forward to was wearing my newest Little Black Dress I had found at Neiman’s. Also, I loved Ronin’s; my favorite drink could only be found there. The Lotus was my happy drink, at par with, you guessed it, Type O. I had a bad habit of drinking way too many of those in one sitting. Even vampires can get drunk; it just takes us a little longer than our human friends.

“Did you have a nice phone conversation with him? His voice…I could have listened to him talk forever.” My mom sighed dreamily.

“We didn’t talk, we simply made a date. That’s it. Sure, he has a nice accent. Whatever, Mom.” I didn’t feel like discussing this upcoming blind date, I was positive I was going to feel about him the way I felt about every other blind date I had ever been on. Absolutely nothing.

“Adina, promise me you’ll go with a positive attitude and an open mind.”

“I’ll try but I’m not making any promises. I gotta run Mom; I have to get this book done and off to my editor because my publisher is getting pissed with me.” An incoming phone call from my publisher, Lois Gutenberg, was proof positive. I let it go to voice mail, no reason to get off the phone with my mother just to be yelled at by Lois. “Please…call me as soon as you find out how I can get in touch with the Elders. Please.” I whined.

“Yes dear, of course. Well, have a nice day darling. I’ll call you later. Love you.” She blew me a kiss and hung up.

Without waiting for me to say goodbye. Again.

 

Trying to push aside my dream, I headed over to my computer. Just maybe I could get some decent writing done today. Entwining my fingers together and stretching them out in front of me, I set to work. By the time I finally looked up from my screen, I had surpassed my expected word count by close to 20 thousand words. I patted myself on the back and then sent the document off to my editor and publisher. I’d probably get reprimanded for not returning their phone calls but they would probably let it slide, pleased that I was only a day late for my deadline as opposed to a week like my previous novel had been.

I was ravenous and, due to the explicit nature of my book, horny. I briefly wondered if, perhaps, I was always in the mood for sex because of the books I wrote or was it, maybe a vice versa thing. Shrugging my shoulders at a question that I didn’t care to know the answer to, I went into my bedroom to get dressed.

“Tonight, I’ll go dancing.” I announced to myself. I knew that most of my party-type friends went, every Thursday, to an underground nightclub. Only humans that enjoyed offering themselves to vamps were allowed in. Vamp Tramps. They served a purpose and I was going to use a couple of them tonight. I liked the idea of hanging out with some of my friends that I hadn’t seen in a while.

I picked up my phone and texted Giorgio, a very hot and very gay friend of mine, I let him know I wanted to go to The Blue Club. It was a very swanky place full of gorgeous faces, bodies and clothing.

Giorgio texted back quickly, the whole group would be meeting us so would pick me up at midnight. It didn’t start hopping until one but he wanted to get a good table. He liked to see and be seen and only certain booths in the club would suit his desires.

I only had an hour to get ready. I was going to let loose tonight, it had been a few months since I had gone out with my Vamps. I wanted to look fabulous. Too bad I had to save my new dress for that blind date with Xander Stark; it would have been the perfect thing to wear.

Looking through my clothes, I found an ideal substitute. A black leather Roberto Cavalli mini-dress. It showed off my rather sexy figure and I loved the way it came to a low “V” in the back. Yes, this dress would do flawlessly.

I put my hair into a top knot, applied my make-up, concentrating on accentuating my green eyes and was ready to go with five minutes to spare. Giorgio was always on time and did not like to be kept waiting. He was such a Prima Donna but he was a dear friend and always fun to be with.

At exactly midnight, I heard a car honk and I received a text simultaneously. Both were from Giorgio letting me know he had arrived and to get my ass to the car. Pronto.

Nigel, Giorgio’s current lover, was sitting in the front seat frowning as he inspected himself in the mirror. Giorgio got out of the car and hugged me warmly, “Well look at you, Ms. Hottie. If I wasn’t gay…” He joked, swatting me on my leather encased tush.

“Good thing you are, babe.” I hugged him back harder. He was one of my favorite people on the planet and probably one of the smartest I had ever met. For a moment, I considered sharing my dream with him; maybe he would know what to make of it. Instead, I decided to put the whole thing aside for the evening, I wanted to enjoy myself and not bring everyone down with me.

Backing out of the driveway, Giorgio caught my eye in the rearview mirror, “We are going to pick up Iris. She’s so excited to see you. Don’t tell her I told you but…she just got engaged to that guy she’s been dating, Ben. He’s a Halfster, you know. Nice enough though. Very successful and treats her like a princess. Which, girl, that Iris is such a princess.”

A Halfster is what we call those who are half vamp and half were. And, I probably should mention that we call half Vamp half Fae Dusters. I have no idea where that originated from; the only thing I can think of is from the idea of Fairy Dust, which is such a myth anyways.

Iris was a Vamp I met back in my college days. She had been dating a mortal guy I hung around with whose name I had long forgotten. But she and I became friends and, even when their relationship had fizzled, she and I did not. I was thrilled that I would get to see her; it had been a few months since we had gone to dinner. She had just started dating Ben the Halfster and she knew that he was “the one”. She was right, apparently.

The car ride to Iris’ house was quiet. Nigel was sulky and Giorgio was brooding. I silently wished I had insisted on meeting them. Hopefully Iris would liven up the car a bit; she was a very bubbly person who made everyone around her happy. She was the girl we all wished to be when we grew up. Beautiful, successful…she owned an online business that got bought out for multi-millions which she parlayed into another online business that was getting poised for a buy-out. And she was now marrying the guy of her dreams, though he would always have a slight dog odor. She was definitely envy-worthy.

Iris lived on a huge estate. The kind with a long and winding road that leads up to a massive fountain in the middle of a gigantic drive situated in front of a rambling manor home. She’s that kind of wealthy.

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