room was set up as a bedroom with a plain full size bed and small dresser.
“Come on, Ebo; sit.”
She sat on the old comfortable couch; Ebo reluctantly sat next to her. Sally could tell he was attracted to her. She still remembered her first feeding; how he wanted her and rubbed up against her.
“Sally,” he said carefully. “I never forgot you after that day; you were like a goddess in my mind.”
“Ebo, I know during a feeding a human can feel things. What you felt wasn’t real. It was fantasy.”
“I dreamt about you and what it would be like if you wanted me.” Ebo shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Sally reached for him and he leaned into her hand like a friendly cat.
“I can let you have your dream, but just for one night. It’s all I can offer.” Sally stood up and walked over to the bed. Ebo followed her. Her dress fell to her feet after unfastening it. Stepping out of it, she continued on to the bed with nothing on but a pair of lacy black panties. Ebo stood there, obviously aroused but not sure what to do. Sally felt herself get a little nervous. She was never nervous, but he looked at her like a dream come true. Sally let out a breath, not realizing she was holding it in. Her undead heart beat faster. Could she do it? Could she make love to Ebo, with his tan skin, his dark beautiful eyes, and his muscular body—could she only have him once? For only one night?
No , she thought, this will be one night, but definitely more than once .
Chapter 10
C onnor sat back in his leather seat. It was nearly 2:00 a.m. He wondered if Mr. Randall would actually show up. He continued answering several emails from the VC Council when the intercom buzzed at a little after two. He wasn’t looking forward to the meeting at all. No matter what the council thought, it was going to be difficult to get humans to accept the unknown, and unfortunately he had no way of determining if other paranormals would ever come out.
“Mr. O’Connor, Mr. Randall is here for his appointment. Should I send him in?”
“Yes; send him in, Maria.” Connor waited until the door opened slowly and a man came in. He was surprised at how young the man was—probably early twenties. He had a short, sensible haircut, wasn’t that tall–maybe a little under six feet—and he wore a simple black suit and smiled at Connor as he entered the room. He stuck his hand out and they shook.
“Thank you for allowing me to come here, Mr. O'Connor,” he said.
“Mr. Randall, please have a seat,” Connor said, indicating the seat in front of his desk. Mr. Randall sat down and pulled out an iPad from a case he was carrying.
“Please call me Vincent; I hate being called mister. I’m going to take notes, if you don’t mind?” he asked.
“Not at all, Vincent. So, you are here to learn about Vampires.”
“Well, the Vampire council gave us some vague information but we wanted to do some research on our own.”
“A very wise plan. First thing you need to know about Vampires—don’t trust them. Especially the old ones. They survived this long for a reason. Second, you need day and night people in your office; most people, like myself, keep Vampire hours, dusk until dawn. Vampires can go out in the sun but they don’t like it very much, and most business is done after dark.”
Vincent began taking notes as Connor spoke. “Got it. What about criminals? How can we hold a Vampire that breaks the law?”
“You don’t. Vampires police themselves quite effectively. If you encounter a lawbreaker, call me and I will send someone and take care of it.”
“Well, I don’t think the Mayor or the police chief will go for that. Would a joint force of some kind be something we could work out?” Vincent asked.
“The council is very set in their ways, but I will work on it. In the meantime, I will give you some weapons and handcuffs that will hold a Vampire if your men manage to catch one.” Connor snorted.
Vincent stopped tapping at his iPad
“Come on, Ebo; sit.”
She sat on the old comfortable couch; Ebo reluctantly sat next to her. Sally could tell he was attracted to her. She still remembered her first feeding; how he wanted her and rubbed up against her.
“Sally,” he said carefully. “I never forgot you after that day; you were like a goddess in my mind.”
“Ebo, I know during a feeding a human can feel things. What you felt wasn’t real. It was fantasy.”
“I dreamt about you and what it would be like if you wanted me.” Ebo shifted uncomfortably on the couch. Sally reached for him and he leaned into her hand like a friendly cat.
“I can let you have your dream, but just for one night. It’s all I can offer.” Sally stood up and walked over to the bed. Ebo followed her. Her dress fell to her feet after unfastening it. Stepping out of it, she continued on to the bed with nothing on but a pair of lacy black panties. Ebo stood there, obviously aroused but not sure what to do. Sally felt herself get a little nervous. She was never nervous, but he looked at her like a dream come true. Sally let out a breath, not realizing she was holding it in. Her undead heart beat faster. Could she do it? Could she make love to Ebo, with his tan skin, his dark beautiful eyes, and his muscular body—could she only have him once? For only one night?
No , she thought, this will be one night, but definitely more than once .
Chapter 10
C onnor sat back in his leather seat. It was nearly 2:00 a.m. He wondered if Mr. Randall would actually show up. He continued answering several emails from the VC Council when the intercom buzzed at a little after two. He wasn’t looking forward to the meeting at all. No matter what the council thought, it was going to be difficult to get humans to accept the unknown, and unfortunately he had no way of determining if other paranormals would ever come out.
“Mr. O’Connor, Mr. Randall is here for his appointment. Should I send him in?”
“Yes; send him in, Maria.” Connor waited until the door opened slowly and a man came in. He was surprised at how young the man was—probably early twenties. He had a short, sensible haircut, wasn’t that tall–maybe a little under six feet—and he wore a simple black suit and smiled at Connor as he entered the room. He stuck his hand out and they shook.
“Thank you for allowing me to come here, Mr. O'Connor,” he said.
“Mr. Randall, please have a seat,” Connor said, indicating the seat in front of his desk. Mr. Randall sat down and pulled out an iPad from a case he was carrying.
“Please call me Vincent; I hate being called mister. I’m going to take notes, if you don’t mind?” he asked.
“Not at all, Vincent. So, you are here to learn about Vampires.”
“Well, the Vampire council gave us some vague information but we wanted to do some research on our own.”
“A very wise plan. First thing you need to know about Vampires—don’t trust them. Especially the old ones. They survived this long for a reason. Second, you need day and night people in your office; most people, like myself, keep Vampire hours, dusk until dawn. Vampires can go out in the sun but they don’t like it very much, and most business is done after dark.”
Vincent began taking notes as Connor spoke. “Got it. What about criminals? How can we hold a Vampire that breaks the law?”
“You don’t. Vampires police themselves quite effectively. If you encounter a lawbreaker, call me and I will send someone and take care of it.”
“Well, I don’t think the Mayor or the police chief will go for that. Would a joint force of some kind be something we could work out?” Vincent asked.
“The council is very set in their ways, but I will work on it. In the meantime, I will give you some weapons and handcuffs that will hold a Vampire if your men manage to catch one.” Connor snorted.
Vincent stopped tapping at his iPad
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