The cat and her kitten refuse to be quiet, except when they sleep. Then it is as if they are dead. I can hear the low rumblings of their purring. They know I am writing about them. They are sly creatures.
Last night was a complete success then it was strange.
I go to the local club and women come to me. They are forward and fresh. No fear. No males watching over them. They do what they want.
My blood almost ran warm after spending time with them. I was full – enough for an entire week. Their blood is healthy and so much better that what it was like so long ago when I ruled the land of Vampires.
Sitting at the bar, finishing a glass of wine, a beautiful dark haired woman sat next to me.
“Come with me,” the…
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