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“I see. How will this affect my position?”

“It won’t right now. It is imperative that all Vampire laws be upheld and newbies be contacted immediately to avoid any problems.”

“Yes, of course.”

“We are encouraging all Vampires to stay in tomorrow.”

“I will pass this along. Thank you for the call.”

“It was a pleasure, Mr. O'Connor.”

Connor hung up the phone. He wondered how the world would take the news.

Humans just didn’t accept differences easily.

S
ally was sitting at a table in
Bloodlust
, the local Vampire club. She was drinking a glass of A+ blood with red wine. She had come straight from her dinner with Connor, and she couldn’t get him out of her mind—his muscular build, his auburn hair, and intense green eyes. Would it really be so bad to start dating officially? She just didn’t want to take a chance and lose a really great friend. She was so lost in thought she didn’t notice that someone had sat down at her table.

“Hey, Sally.”

Sally looked up to see Prena sitting at her table. Lizzy, Prena’s roommate, had had a psychic vision, and they had rescued Abby from a kidnapper. Ever since then they had become great friends. Prena was a beautiful tan-skinned, brown-eyed Asian with short black hair with pink streaks.

“Prena, what are you doing here?” Sally asked.

“Just dancing and having a few drinks. Lizzy’s taking a break from anything Vampire so I’m on my own. You looked like you were lost in thought.”

“It’s nothing really, just some personal things.”

“Is it Javon or Abby?”

“No, not at all. They’re doing great; I can’t wait for the baby to come.”

“You know you can talk to me. I'm a great listener.”

“It’s just that I’ve been spending time with Connor,” she started.

“The werewolf, right?”

“Yeah. He’s great, handsome, sexy, and fun. I love everything about him, but he wants to be more than friends.”

“I’m still waiting for the problem. He sounds perfectly yummy.” Prena laughed, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Werewolves and Vampires don’t date,” Sally told her.

“Sally, is that something that should really matter?”

“It shouldn’t but it can be a difficult situation for both of us. His pack will never accept me and the Vampire Community will never accept him.”

“Screw ’em; you deserve to be happy. I say go for it and stop worrying about what other people think. Oh look, there’s Pierre! He promised me a dance and I see he’s on break now.”

“Pierre, the Vampire bouncer?” Sally asked.

“Yeah. I can’t help it he’s like a big mean teddy bear.”

“Go get your dance, I’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes; go before he gets away.”

“Thanks, Sally.” Prena jumped up and gave Sally a quick hug before running toward Pierre.

I
t was almost dawn when Dakarai arrived in Detroit. After he received that text from Maurice, he wasted no time taking his private plane. It was a warm summer evening and Dakarai was in a limo on his way to his hotel. As he watched the scenery, he wondered where exactly Salihah was right then. Did she look the same? Or maybe she changed her appearance. He remembered the first time he’d seen her at the open-air market in Giza, selling grain and bread with her mother. She wore a traditional cotton dress and a stylish Egyptian wig. He wondered what she would look like without the wig. Was she bald or did she cut her hair short?

He didn’t like to venture out during the daylight hours, but back then there was little choice. She was young and beautiful. Dakarai started visiting more often, always watching from the shade. It was only a matter of time until he knew she was the one for him.

The limo pulled up to the Townsend Hotel. Since he was already checked in, he picked up his key at the front desk and headed straight for his suite. He could feel the sun rising and needed to rest.

M
aurice had sent a text to Dakarai telling him to go to Detroit. He needed to set it up perfectly. He would deliver Sally to him on a silver platter once Mary was his again.

It was almost dawn in Detroit; he decided to give Dakarai a call.

“Dakarai, my friend.”

“Maurice, it’s past dawn. What do you want?”

“Just wanted to see how Detroit is treating you.”

“How do you know I’m in Detroit?”

“If you love Salihah like I love Mary you would move Heaven and Earth to get to her.”

“I’m here, Maurice. Now what?” Dakarai said impatiently.

“Now the plan begins. I’ll call you.”

Maurice hung up the phone. It was time; time to return to Detroit and claim what was rightfully his. It was time for Mary to return to him.

“Jacquelyn!” Maurice yelled.

Jacquelyn ran to Maurice when he called.

“Yes, Sire?”

“How many times have I told you not to call me that? It annoys me to no end—just Maurice.”

“All the other Vampires call their makers Sire or Master. They say it honors you.”

Jacquelyn was average with a slim build, curly brown hair, and hazel eyes. She was on the verge of killing herself with alcohol and drugs when Maurice found her at a nightclub. He turned her and she had been more than grateful ever since.

“It is time; we are going to America,” Maurice said to her.

“Really?”

“Go pack. We’re leaving this evening.”

Chapter 3

S
ally sat up in her darkened room. She saw a figure slowly walk toward her. The shadowy figure got closer until she could make out the face of Connor.

“What are you doing in my room, interrupting my rest?” Sally said accusingly as she stood up.

Connor didn’t say a word. He pressed his lips against hers, silencing her, pushing her back down on the bed. He pulled away and Sally moaned. She didn’t want the kiss to end; she needed more. It had been a century since she felt the touch of a man. As Connor leaned down toward Sally, she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he whispered to her.

“Tell me you want me,” Connor demanded in a husky voice.

“I want you; I need you now.”

Connor quickly took of his clothes. Sally could see the evidence of his desire for her. Her whole body shook with need. It had been so long since she had seen a naked man. She reached for his length, taking him into her hands and stroking the velvety soft skin. Connor moaned as she continued to touch him.

He kissed her as he helped slip the straps of her silk nightgown off her shoulders. It fell to her waist, revealing her small perfect breasts. He kissed her neck and slowly made his way down, taking the small bud of her breast in his mouth and sucking gently. Sally moaned as her pussy became wet with need. She tore off the rest of her nightgown. She was now completely naked, wet, and ready. His hands made their way down her body, past her dark, moist curls. He found her small bundle of nerves, touching her in just the right way. She moaned with ecstasy. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to her orgasm. Her fangs extended and she felt the need for his blood as well as his body. Connor explored her pussy; she was so wet for him.

He used one finger and entered her slowly. She was so tight. His cock ached to be inside her. He penetrated her with one finger and finally two; he used his thumb to stimulate her clit as she got closer and closer.

“Come for me; scream my name.”

“Oh, goddess I'm coming, yes Connor, yes.”

Sally awoke suddenly from the most erotic dream she had ever had. She reached down and touched herself; she was wet and swollen from an orgasm she had while she slept. She wondered if she could get that turned on from a dream, what it would be like to have Connor for real. She wanted to feel his hands and mouth on her body. She stood up, her legs feeling shaky. It was nearly 10 p.m. As much as she loved the weather in the summer, she hated the short nights. She took her evening shower and dressed in a white sundress. She checked her phone and saw a text from the vampire council.

All vampires are requested to stay at a safe location this evening, watch TV at midnight for a special announcement.

Sally walked downstairs in her bare feet. She found Abby and Javon sitting on the couch discussing colors for the baby's room.

“Good evening, lovebirds.”

“Hey, Sally. What do you think about this color?” Abby asked, holding up a paint swatch.

“It’s lovely. Is it a cream?”

“It’s called cream dream,” Abby said enthusiastically. “I think it would be great for the baby’s room!”

“I agree. I know a great painter; I can have it done immediately,” Sally stated. “Did you get a text from the vampire council?” Sally asked Javon.

“Yes. Do you think they finally did it?” Javon asked.

“It’s possible; we will find out soon enough. Did Connor mention anything?”

“We had dinner last night and he didn’t say anything.”

“Should we order in dinner?” Abby asked. “I’m starving”

“I will order. Any preference?”

“I want a diabetic; they have such sweet blood,” Abby replied as she looked through another baby catalog, this time one with cribs.

“Make that two,” Sally replied as she started looking at the catalog with Abby.

“I’ll be right back,” Javon said as he left the room to make the call.

Sally sat with Abby, doing her best to fake interest in several cribs that basically looked all the same. She wondered what Connor was up to and wanted to call him about all this VC business but couldn’t get the courage to do so. Her phone on the table started to vibrate. She picked it up and saw it was a message from Connor.

Thinking about you. Please consider what we talked about.

-Connor

Sally smiled; she was definitely thinking about it but couldn’t seem to get past the thinking part.

C
onnor sat in his one bedroom condo on the Detroit River, watching the TV. It was almost midnight; he had given everyone the night off since all vampires were supposed to be indoors. He had the office calls routed to his cell for emergencies, but he was hoping it wouldn’t be necessary.

He watched as the regular newscast played the normal tragedies for the Detroit area. An abandoned house burning, a police officer shot during an arrest, and a large quantity of drugs confiscated. As he watched, it was interrupted by a special report. He watched as the head of the Vampire Council, Andre Veneche, stood at a podium smiling. He was very old, at least one thousand years, with dark hair and dark eyes. He had porcelain pale skin, and was dressed very professionally in a suit.

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