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“I should ask my sire,” I say, the ache in my voice for a return to normalcy evident. “Thank you, Becket. Unfortunately, the dawn draws near.” I take out my phone to dial Carla.

“What is this about a ball? Some kind of macabre prom?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. Social events were always one of my fortes, and that is why so many older businesses paid so well for my company.

“She’s definitely short a few screws,” I say, taking in this new revelation. Is this how babes feel when they experience things for the first time? “Anyway, what about this ball, and why did she call you big bad wolf and professor?”

“Who the fuck was that?” I ask Becket after the strange woman leaves. “She seemed like she was raving mad!”

She’s mad, I think. What she says doesn’t make sense—all her allusions and inside banter. However, Becket seems to get her. The comment about the two brothers after a blonde hits a little too close to home, though. “I don’t see what this has to do with me. If it would not be too rude, I’d like...

I step back. Ready to flee. I can feel my flight instinct kicking into overdrive. “Big bad wolf? What are your thoughts? Talking about? And why kill random kindred? I’m not well-versed in our laws yet, but I can’t believe that is looked on favorably.”

“What you call subtle, I call cautious,” I reply, annoyed by his old-man attitude. I am weaker than most of our kind, and there are those responsible for me who also suffer. I am not careful with my words.” I walk over to the elder and try to project confidence. “Perhaps you could help me...

“So quick to give up on your student? You come to me wanting to know how I view things, and I tell you that these things that seemed like horror stories and fairy tales only weeks ago are now becoming more and more real to me, and you disprove because I make a sarcastic remark. Perhaps you are...

“Kings, knights, and dragons? This sounds more like Tolkien than Anne Rice,” I say, not fully understanding what Bexket is talking about.

I looked at the elder like I looked at my middle-aged uncle, who was way too into WWII. “Yeah, I was never a history nerd. I was more of a party girl. I don’t have much of a clue what you are talking about.”

“I seem more drawn to fascinating things. I was never one to play with other women… but now… if they pique my curiosity, I find them exhilarating. There are things that no longer drive me. Food, money, mortal cares. And I have a need to hunt and survive,” I ramble on hoping to hit on the topic...

I had been reticent to talk about being a neonate. Not just for me but for my sire’s sake too. “It is different. To know longer feel the sun. To not hunger for for my favorite foods. Tonoearn about dangers and thrills that I thought were fodder for movies, books and TV shows.”

I consider Becket's words: “If being new to Warsaw is what you were talking about, then yes, I haven’t been here quite a month.

I smile at the man. He is so polite. I want to laugh but one should always respect their elders. “Of course Becket. What do you want to talk about?”

“I hated to waste a good hard dick like that, but,” I lick my lips, savoring the vitae. “It is just so delicious.” I smile at the unconscious woman. “I hope you enjoyed that snack of yours.”

I can’t help but be naughty and stroke the man to completion as I drink my fill. I did lie about being a demon of sexual depravity. I did warn him. Demons are, after all, fallen angels. Delicious, I think, as his vitae pours into my mouth. My companion and the woman I usurped are momentarily...

Part of me is feeling it, wanting his dick. It’s nice, warm, and hard in my hand. And that pulse, as delicious blood flows in, causes me to elongate my fangs unconsciously. But there is only one bodily fluid I hunger for. “Yes, angel… call me Naamah…” I whisper seductively right before my...

“I’m an angel from heaven,” I say with a giggle. I reach down and grab his stiff still wet cock. “Looks like you are happy to see me.” I lick his neck, feeling the pulse underneath.

I kiss the man deeply, bringing his hands to my breasts. “Looks like you hit the jackpot.”

I start unbuttoning my shirt and walk up to the man, pressing my bra-covered chest against his warm back. I place my hands on his chest and kiss his neck. “Since this is in public, should I take it as an invitation for anyone to join?”