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Why I didn't think of the finer uses of the female body before this, I'll never know, but I was depriving myself the fullness of immortal indulgence by not exploring more than the blood of my victims prior to that night. I suppose it was an old habit born from my more conscience-laden days; I had to consume the bloody things in order to survive and that much could not be avoided. To fully seduce them into something more than being my next meal, though? Perish the thought.

As I said, it was my folly. And I issued all the repentance of a saint once I recognized where I'd gone astray.

The idea was planted into my mind by Rose, of all people. My coven sister and preferred partner for those times when an immortal male needed to be a male, she was the first person I'd fucked after becoming a vampire and trysts with her were only eclipsed by those moments when my vixen of a mistress set her seductive wiles upon me. As it was, though, Rose was the one I'd taken company with most and for very good reason. The woman knew how to pleasure a man.

She had me lying upon my stomach one evening, her sharp nails running down my back evoking moans from me as she teased me with foreplay. Cold lips and a wet tongue traced against the cuts in my flesh while my hungry fangs licked against the air, desperate for their own target. Yes, as I said, she could pleasure a man and she had this one in particular very aroused by the time she spoke.

“I do so love being a vampire,” she said randomly. “Don't you, Flynn?”

I groaned with approval, feeling her breasts press against my back as her teeth nipped at my shoulder. “Far more than words can adequately express at the moment, dear Rose,” I said, nearly growling. “You're set to drive me mad, aren't you?”

“Can one drive Flynn more mad than he is already?” The points of her eyeteeth raked dangerously close to my neck.

I winced against the sharp, jabbing pain. “That is certainly one way to find out.”

Rose cackled, sounding like a capricious witch in the process. Her fingernails found my sides this time and dug in deeply. “Oh, this is why I do prefer your company, dark brother. Robin loathes the pain and these finite mortals we have dalliances with. . .” She groaned, in something that sounded erotically forlorn. “Oh, we can toy and scratch, but they only scream and writhe. They cannot experience this the same way we do.” Her tongue licked across my ear. “Can they?”

I moaned when her hands dug further into my sides, knowing she was drawing blood. “Blast it to hell, Rose. How long will you torture me?”

“How long would you like?”

She dug in deeper. I hissed against the affront. “Any more than that and you'll not have a chance to fuck me properly.” Rose eased up the pressure and I paused to take a deep breath, useless though it was. “You actually fuck mortals like this?”

“Oh yes, like this and worse. They're already as good as dead by the time they're this far into our grip, after all.” She began planting deep kisses against the wounds she had inflicted. “They cannot experience this the same way we do,” she said. “Such a deprived existence; such a pity, don't you think?”

“Quite a pity. . . Yes. . . indeed.”

“Just picture it, assassin.” Rose laughed. “With those knives of yours. Dragging it against their flesh as they wail in agony.” She raked my back again as if to prove a point and I groaned in pleasured pain. “You laughing over them as they suffer; tying them up, tasting their blood, and then screwing them before you drink them dry. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?”

“Oh yes,” I murmured, but the convergence of such dark thoughts and such erotic pain being visited upon me was more than I could tolerate. Her flesh continued rubbing against mine, but my mind conjured the image of her lying upon her back; her blonde hair strewn about the sheets like a discarded rag doll's with her dull green eyes shooting fear straight at me. I reveled in the notion until I could have no more of it.

Rose hollered in surprise when I threw her from my back and twisted around just in time to see her head smack into the headboard of my bed and her body land spread out like a buffet for me to sample from. My fangs became that much more pronounced, my eyes flashing sadistic glee as I quickly straddled her and gained the advantage before she could regain her temporary dominance. “Like this, Pet?” I asked, tearing at my sheets while lost in the throes of these wicked impulses. I grabbed Rose's wrists while she moaned and attempted to regroup. “Tying them up, oh I can do that just fine. Tell me, dear sister, is this tight enough?” Thrusting Roses hands above her head, I wrapped the torn piece of fabric around her wrists and bound them together as tightly as possible.

“What the fuck are you doing, Flynn?” Rose asked, her voice subdued and still dizzy.

“Securing you. We wouldn't want you to get away, after all. No fun in that.” I tied the fabric against one of the slats of the headboard with the sturdiest knot I knew. “No, because then I have to chase you and then I get cranky. And if I'm cranky, then I'm not going to want to screw you, I'm just going to want to kill you and rid myself of your annoying, petty presence.”

Rose didn't realize I wasn't looking at her any longer; I was seeing some nameless, faceless mortal underneath me. And oh, how excited the thought was making me. In more ways than one. “Like this, however, I own you and I can focus on. . . other things.” I leaned closer to her and pressed our chests together. “More fulfilling things,” I said. Rose began to squirm out of fear due to my sudden loss of self-restraint and finally issued a startled scream when my lips found her neck.

I reacted so quickly, it made her jump. One hand cupped her mouth and pressed against it with force, muffling her scream. The other slid underneath one of my pillows, producing one of my many knives – the one I kept hidden for self-defense. I whispered in her ear while unsheathing it slowly. “What kind of music can one conduct with a blade, sweet Rose?” I asked. “Care to find out?”

Rose laughed at me when I removed my hand from her mouth for her response. “You wouldn't do it to me, would you?”

“I quite like the idea of doing it to you.” I poised the knife in my hand the same way I'd held many scalpels in my mortal years. Raising myself upward slowly – not giving her a chance to fight – I waited until she could see my eyes again before flashing a bloodthirsty glare at her. “Not game, dear? You don't want to partake of a little pain yourself?”

I didn't wait for her to respond. Instead, the sharp edge dug its way into her flesh, producing a superficial cut that became a target for my eyes. Rose yelled against the offense, but I loved it; I licked the blood from her neck and sucked from the wound before taking her from below. Thrusting into her, I generated a moan that didn't know if it wanted to be aroused or scared to death from the woman. Her body writhed and my head swam while becoming dizzy with possibility. I could see all of the prospects within that moment, in all their vivid color.

Entering her and grinding against her while exiting just to slice at her, to bite at her breasts, to suck from one only to thrust into her again and continue the display until either sex or blood won over above the other and demanded I end the bitch or screw her mercilessly. With Rose, I opted for the latter, yet I hardly realized at the time what a capricious god was being formed from all of this. Instead, I continued teasing her with the knife and fucking her until I was spent and complacent. She wriggled away from me and departed once it was over, to seek refuge in her private quarters. However, sadistic visions danced within my mind all the rest of the night.
I could snuff them out and take from them whatever I wished from this point forward. And I intended to experiment the moment opportunity presented itself again.

Rose didn't come anywhere near me for several days afterward, but my new hobby had me distracted enough that I scarcely gave a shit. While the next evening found me occupied with my coven brothers Robin and Timothy, the night following was one spent by myself, stalking the night as its master and seeking to subjugate it. The mortal world has its places where inhibition is checked at the door with one's coat and so I started my first conquest where I'd meet the least resistance. My desires needed satiating and hardly wanted to dwindle the night trying to lure the prey out of their senses before I could have some fun.

As such, I ventured into a bar younger mortals liked to frequent, lingering at the counter while ordering a drink. The blade I'd concealed underneath my suit jacket almost seemed to be tapping at my side; as though it'd developed a sentience of its own and was trying to get my attention.

Shall we play tonight, master musician? It asked me. Which of these mortals shall we use as the instrument? What sort of concert can we perform? Shall we gag them before we bind them or allow their useless screams to fill the room and peel the plaster from the walls before you bleed them dry? I smiled at it and reached into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes, producing them and a lighter before setting them onto the counter. Within moments, smoke drifted lazily from the end of a cigarette and my hungry eyes went about surveying the prey.

So many conquests, such little time before sunrise.

A brunette glanced at me before looking toward her companion. Next to her was a blonde-haired man and beside him another brunette who was rambling to the bartender about some insignificant mortal nonsense. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, noting to myself that suicide would be a more favorable option than having to endure that for longer than five minutes. Turning to face the crowd, I reclined against the bar with my elbows upon the counter and surveyed the others gathered in the room for a more suitable victim. One immediately struck my fancy once my gaze settled on her.

She sat alone, which instantly made her preferable as I'd little desire to wrestle her away from a possessive date not willing to admit that the better man had arrived. She raised her eyes toward me and instantly registered intrigue, which was enough invitation for me. I plucked my cigarettes from the counter and pocketed them. Then I took my drink in hand and walked toward her while dragging deeply from my cigarette.

Short hair. Average frame. Mid-sized for a woman with a gorgeous figure and ample breasts. Her eyes were blue and framed by long eyelashes with eyebrows the same color as her auburn hair. Oh the redheads, they were fiery, but so well worth the effort. Their blood tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, ripe and juicy, and the mere thought of drinking from her threatened to expose my elongated eyeteeth as I studied her from my position. By the time I arrived at her table and placed my drink upon her table, I had the rest of the night mapped out within my mind.

Poor, unfortunate soul. Didn't think she'd have to reckon with the devil tonight, now, did she?

“My apologies,” I said. “I couldn't help but notice you were alone. Would you prefer some company?”

The properness of the British accent immediately piques the mortal woman's interest; I'd noticed this from the first moment I ever whispered into the ear of one while meaning to seduce them. My mortal mother possessed it naturally and the hint of it that added flavor to my speech was born from her and from the influence of my immortal brother, Robin. And it worked its magic upon my newfound victim as she raised an eyebrow and shifted in her seat to face me. “Certainly, Mr. . .”

“Please call me Flynn,” I said as I pulled out a chair and sat. “The first you've ever met and assuredly the last. I can promise you that much.”

She chuckled and her cheeks turned a rosy color as she leaned forward in her seat and studied me. “Now, that's a line if I've ever heard one,” she said.

“Do you like it?” I grinned, though not so widely as to reveal the points of my fangs.

“It's clever.” She winked. “Although, you have to be one of the most interesting men I've seen in here even without the unusual name. The black suit and dark sunglasses. . . You almost look like a hitman.”

“You flatter me, miss,” I said as I drew from my cigarette one final time before placing it down onto an ashtray. A hitman? She was observant. “Does a tempting creature such as yourself have a name?”

“Ashley,” she said. “Not the first or the last one you'll ever meet.”

I laughed, again mindful of the teeth. “And now who is the clever one?”

“Why thank you, sir.” Ashley nodded her head at me, then took her drink in hand and lifted it to her mouth slowly, all the while keeping her eyes set upon me. So, we were both playing this game, it seemed. “Now, what brings you out this way?”

“Well, if you must know,” I said, sitting back and crossing my legs. “I'm hunting for a target.”

“A target?”

“Yes.” I touched the lapel of my suit jacket. “I'm a hitman, remember?”

Ashley laughed. “Oh, that's right. How could I forget?”

“Be mindful not to. We can be dangerous beings.”

“Dangerous? Now, unless I was the person with a contract on her head then how could you be dangerous to me?”

“You never know. You might just be it.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Oh it's a very real threat, precious.” I winked and took my drink in hand, easing the scotch back into my throat while wishing it to be something else. “I do not make idle assertions.”

Ashley leaned forward in her chair. “Well, then. . . Flynn the hitman, tell me why someone like you would want to kill somebody like me.”

“Because you're making the others jealous, Pet.” The corner of my mouth turned upward in a grin. “The women all know they can't compete so long as you're around.”

“And they hired you to kill me?”

“Maybe yes and maybe no. I don't reveal my hand until the end of the night to the people I plan to assassinate.”

“Entertain me for a while then.” Ashley grinned with voyeurism latent in her eyes. “If this is my last night on earth, then I want to enjoy it.”

I nodded and reprimanded my sadistic urges to stay at bay for the time being. Perhaps a little bit of play was called for, after all. I had no pressing engagements and no assignments from my mistress, so it seemed the perfect game to play for now. “Well, then sit back, precious,” I said. “And I'll feed you more lines. You can tell me which ones work and which ones don't. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she said with a resolute nod. And the web began to spin itself from there.

Ashley ate it up, absorbing the banter as they were oft to do because they never fathomed what might be sitting before them; the word vampire belonged to mythology and horror movies, not to the reality they inhabited. Her ignorance danced in her eyes as she chuckled once more and met one line with her own retort while allowing me to come closer and closer to her. I bought her another drink and indulged in no fewer than three cigarettes while priming Ashley for the first move; while waiting for the right moment. It came just as I leaned my arm onto the table and slid my chair next to where she sat.

“I'll have you know, though, there's more to being a hitman than the kill,” I said as my fingertips touched her hand and began to slide up past her wrist. “That primal energy that builds itself up must be expelled somehow. Cigarettes. . . alcohol. . . they're nothing more than vices. The fairer sex, however? Now that's a much more worthy pursuit. Whether or not they are our target for the night.”

“You still won't tell me if I'm your target.”

“From where I'm sitting, you are assuredly the primary object of my interest.”

“Oh really?” Ashley leaned closer as an impulse. “Take off your sunglasses,” she said. “Let me see your eyes.”

My other hand drifted toward her thigh. “Take me someplace where I can.”

“What will happen if I do?”

“I'll give you one of the more memorable nights in your life.”

She raised an eyebrow seductively at me. “And how do I know I can trust you?”

The corner of my mouth curled upward in a sinister grin. “You don't,” I said. “But doesn't that make it all the more exciting?”

Ashley's eyes became wide and I didn't need to be psychic to see the possibility exploding in her mind. At once, she nodded and stood slowly before cocking her head toward the exit. “My apartment is just down the street,” she said. “Is that a good enough place?”

“Oh, it will do very well.” I stood as well and wrapped my arm around her, smelling the sweet scent of her blood as it drifted deep within my nostrils. The pulse that raced underneath her skin did so from lust with her mind, consumed by carnal matters of the flesh.

However, I had a different lust I was chasing down. And I'd find it on the sheets of Ashley's bed that night, if I had anything to say about the matter.

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Why I didn't think of the finer uses of the female body before this, I'll never know, but I was depriving myself the fullness of immortal indulgence by not exploring more than the blood of my victims prior to that night. I suppose it was an old habit born from my more conscience-laden days; I had to consume the bloody things in order to survive and that much could not be avoided. To fully seduce them into something more than being my next meal, though? Perish the thought.

As I said, it was my folly. And I issued all the repentance of a saint once I recognized where I'd gone astray.

The idea was planted into my mind by Rose, of all people. My coven sister and preferred partner for those times when an immortal male needed to be a male, she was the first person I'd fucked after becoming a vampire and trysts with her were only eclipsed by those moments when my vixen of a mistress set her seductive wiles upon me. As it was, though, Rose was the one I'd taken company with most and for very good reason. The woman knew how to pleasure a man.

She had me lying upon my stomach one evening, her sharp nails running down my back evoking moans from me as she teased me with foreplay. Cold lips and a wet tongue traced against the cuts in my flesh while my hungry fangs licked against the air, desperate for their own target. Yes, as I said, she could pleasure a man and she had this one in particular very aroused by the time she spoke.

“I do so love being a vampire,” she said randomly. “Don't you, Flynn?”

I groaned with approval, feeling her breasts press against my back as her teeth nipped at my shoulder. “Far more than words can adequately express at the moment, dear Rose,” I said, nearly growling. “You're set to drive me mad, aren't you?”

“Can one drive Flynn more mad than he is already?” The points of her eyeteeth raked dangerously close to my neck.

I winced against the sharp, jabbing pain. “That is certainly one way to find out.”

Rose cackled, sounding like a capricious witch in the process. Her fingernails found my sides this time and dug in deeply. “Oh, this is why I do prefer your company, dark brother. Robin loathes the pain and these finite mortals we have dalliances with. . .” She groaned, in something that sounded erotically forlorn. “Oh, we can toy and scratch, but they only scream and writhe. They cannot experience this the same way we do.” Her tongue licked across my ear. “Can they?”

I moaned when her hands dug further into my sides, knowing she was drawing blood. “Blast it to hell, Rose. How long will you torture me?”

“How long would you like?”

She dug in deeper. I hissed against the affront. “Any more than that and you'll not have a chance to fuck me properly.” Rose eased up the pressure and I paused to take a deep breath, useless though it was. “You actually fuck mortals like this?”

“Oh yes, like this and worse. They're already as good as dead by the time they're this far into our grip, after all.” She began planting deep kisses against the wounds she had inflicted. “They cannot experience this the same way we do,” she said. “Such a deprived existence; such a pity, don't you think?”

“Quite a pity. . . Yes. . . indeed.”

“Just picture it, assassin.” Rose laughed. “With those knives of yours. Dragging it against their flesh as they wail in agony.” She raked my back again as if to prove a point and I groaned in pleasured pain. “You laughing over them as they suffer; tying them up, tasting their blood, and then screwing them before you drink them dry. Doesn't that sound like so much fun?”

“Oh yes,” I murmured, but the convergence of such dark thoughts and such erotic pain being visited upon me was more than I could tolerate. Her flesh continued rubbing against mine, but my mind conjured the image of her lying upon her back; her blonde hair strewn about the sheets like a discarded rag doll's with her dull green eyes shooting fear straight at me. I reveled in the notion until I could have no more of it.

Rose hollered in surprise when I threw her from my back and twisted around just in time to see her head smack into the headboard of my bed and her body land spread out like a buffet for me to sample from. My fangs became that much more pronounced, my eyes flashing sadistic glee as I quickly straddled her and gained the advantage before she could regain her temporary dominance. “Like this, Pet?” I asked, tearing at my sheets while lost in the throes of these wicked impulses. I grabbed Rose's wrists while she moaned and attempted to regroup. “Tying them up, oh I can do that just fine. Tell me, dear sister, is this tight enough?” Thrusting Roses hands above her head, I wrapped the torn piece of fabric around her wrists and bound them together as tightly as possible.

“What the fuck are you doing, Flynn?” Rose asked, her voice subdued and still dizzy.

“Securing you. We wouldn't want you to get away, after all. No fun in that.” I tied the fabric against one of the slats of the headboard with the sturdiest knot I knew. “No, because then I have to chase you and then I get cranky. And if I'm cranky, then I'm not going to want to screw you, I'm just going to want to kill you and rid myself of your annoying, petty presence.”

Rose didn't realize I wasn't looking at her any longer; I was seeing some nameless, faceless mortal underneath me. And oh, how excited the thought was making me. In more ways than one. “Like this, however, I own you and I can focus on. . . other things.” I leaned closer to her and pressed our chests together. “More fulfilling things,” I said. Rose began to squirm out of fear due to my sudden loss of self-restraint and finally issued a startled scream when my lips found her neck.

I reacted so quickly, it made her jump. One hand cupped her mouth and pressed against it with force, muffling her scream. The other slid underneath one of my pillows, producing one of my many knives – the one I kept hidden for self-defense. I whispered in her ear while unsheathing it slowly. “What kind of music can one conduct with a blade, sweet Rose?” I asked. “Care to find out?”

Rose laughed at me when I removed my hand from her mouth for her response. “You wouldn't do it to me, would you?”

“I quite like the idea of doing it to you.” I poised the knife in my hand the same way I'd held many scalpels in my mortal years. Raising myself upward slowly – not giving her a chance to fight – I waited until she could see my eyes again before flashing a bloodthirsty glare at her. “Not game, dear? You don't want to partake of a little pain yourself?”

I didn't wait for her to respond. Instead, the sharp edge dug its way into her flesh, producing a superficial cut that became a target for my eyes. Rose yelled against the offense, but I loved it; I licked the blood from her neck and sucked from the wound before taking her from below. Thrusting into her, I generated a moan that didn't know if it wanted to be aroused or scared to death from the woman. Her body writhed and my head swam while becoming dizzy with possibility. I could see all of the prospects within that moment, in all their vivid color.

Entering her and grinding against her while exiting just to slice at her, to bite at her breasts, to suck from one only to thrust into her again and continue the display until either sex or blood won over above the other and demanded I end the bitch or screw her mercilessly. With Rose, I opted for the latter, yet I hardly realized at the time what a capricious god was being formed from all of this. Instead, I continued teasing her with the knife and fucking her until I was spent and complacent. She wriggled away from me and departed once it was over, to seek refuge in her private quarters. However, sadistic visions danced within my mind all the rest of the night.
I could snuff them out and take from them whatever I wished from this point forward. And I intended to experiment the moment opportunity presented itself again.

Rose didn't come anywhere near me for several days afterward, but my new hobby had me distracted enough that I scarcely gave a shit. While the next evening found me occupied with my coven brothers Robin and Timothy, the night following was one spent by myself, stalking the night as its master and seeking to subjugate it. The mortal world has its places where inhibition is checked at the door with one's coat and so I started my first conquest where I'd meet the least resistance. My desires needed satiating and hardly wanted to dwindle the night trying to lure the prey out of their senses before I could have some fun.

As such, I ventured into a bar younger mortals liked to frequent, lingering at the counter while ordering a drink. The blade I'd concealed underneath my suit jacket almost seemed to be tapping at my side; as though it'd developed a sentience of its own and was trying to get my attention.

Shall we play tonight, master musician? It asked me. Which of these mortals shall we use as the instrument? What sort of concert can we perform? Shall we gag them before we bind them or allow their useless screams to fill the room and peel the plaster from the walls before you bleed them dry? I smiled at it and reached into my pocket for my pack of cigarettes, producing them and a lighter before setting them onto the counter. Within moments, smoke drifted lazily from the end of a cigarette and my hungry eyes went about surveying the prey.

So many conquests, such little time before sunrise.

A brunette glanced at me before looking toward her companion. Next to her was a blonde-haired man and beside him another brunette who was rambling to the bartender about some insignificant mortal nonsense. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, noting to myself that suicide would be a more favorable option than having to endure that for longer than five minutes. Turning to face the crowd, I reclined against the bar with my elbows upon the counter and surveyed the others gathered in the room for a more suitable victim. One immediately struck my fancy once my gaze settled on her.

She sat alone, which instantly made her preferable as I'd little desire to wrestle her away from a possessive date not willing to admit that the better man had arrived. She raised her eyes toward me and instantly registered intrigue, which was enough invitation for me. I plucked my cigarettes from the counter and pocketed them. Then I took my drink in hand and walked toward her while dragging deeply from my cigarette.

Short hair. Average frame. Mid-sized for a woman with a gorgeous figure and ample breasts. Her eyes were blue and framed by long eyelashes with eyebrows the same color as her auburn hair. Oh the redheads, they were fiery, but so well worth the effort. Their blood tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, ripe and juicy, and the mere thought of drinking from her threatened to expose my elongated eyeteeth as I studied her from my position. By the time I arrived at her table and placed my drink upon her table, I had the rest of the night mapped out within my mind.

Poor, unfortunate soul. Didn't think she'd have to reckon with the devil tonight, now, did she?

“My apologies,” I said. “I couldn't help but notice you were alone. Would you prefer some company?”

The properness of the British accent immediately piques the mortal woman's interest; I'd noticed this from the first moment I ever whispered into the ear of one while meaning to seduce them. My mortal mother possessed it naturally and the hint of it that added flavor to my speech was born from her and from the influence of my immortal brother, Robin. And it worked its magic upon my newfound victim as she raised an eyebrow and shifted in her seat to face me. “Certainly, Mr. . .”

“Please call me Flynn,” I said as I pulled out a chair and sat. “The first you've ever met and assuredly the last. I can promise you that much.”

She chuckled and her cheeks turned a rosy color as she leaned forward in her seat and studied me. “Now, that's a line if I've ever heard one,” she said.

“Do you like it?” I grinned, though not so widely as to reveal the points of my fangs.

“It's clever.” She winked. “Although, you have to be one of the most interesting men I've seen in here even without the unusual name. The black suit and dark sunglasses. . . You almost look like a hitman.”

“You flatter me, miss,” I said as I drew from my cigarette one final time before placing it down onto an ashtray. A hitman? She was observant. “Does a tempting creature such as yourself have a name?”

“Ashley,” she said. “Not the first or the last one you'll ever meet.”

I laughed, again mindful of the teeth. “And now who is the clever one?”

“Why thank you, sir.” Ashley nodded her head at me, then took her drink in hand and lifted it to her mouth slowly, all the while keeping her eyes set upon me. So, we were both playing this game, it seemed. “Now, what brings you out this way?”

“Well, if you must know,” I said, sitting back and crossing my legs. “I'm hunting for a target.”

“A target?”

“Yes.” I touched the lapel of my suit jacket. “I'm a hitman, remember?”

Ashley laughed. “Oh, that's right. How could I forget?”

“Be mindful not to. We can be dangerous beings.”

“Dangerous? Now, unless I was the person with a contract on her head then how could you be dangerous to me?”

“You never know. You might just be it.”

“Is that a threat?”

“Oh it's a very real threat, precious.” I winked and took my drink in hand, easing the scotch back into my throat while wishing it to be something else. “I do not make idle assertions.”

Ashley leaned forward in her chair. “Well, then. . . Flynn the hitman, tell me why someone like you would want to kill somebody like me.”

“Because you're making the others jealous, Pet.” The corner of my mouth turned upward in a grin. “The women all know they can't compete so long as you're around.”

“And they hired you to kill me?”

“Maybe yes and maybe no. I don't reveal my hand until the end of the night to the people I plan to assassinate.”

“Entertain me for a while then.” Ashley grinned with voyeurism latent in her eyes. “If this is my last night on earth, then I want to enjoy it.”

I nodded and reprimanded my sadistic urges to stay at bay for the time being. Perhaps a little bit of play was called for, after all. I had no pressing engagements and no assignments from my mistress, so it seemed the perfect game to play for now. “Well, then sit back, precious,” I said. “And I'll feed you more lines. You can tell me which ones work and which ones don't. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” she said with a resolute nod. And the web began to spin itself from there.

Ashley ate it up, absorbing the banter as they were oft to do because they never fathomed what might be sitting before them; the word vampire belonged to mythology and horror movies, not to the reality they inhabited. Her ignorance danced in her eyes as she chuckled once more and met one line with her own retort while allowing me to come closer and closer to her. I bought her another drink and indulged in no fewer than three cigarettes while priming Ashley for the first move; while waiting for the right moment. It came just as I leaned my arm onto the table and slid my chair next to where she sat.

“I'll have you know, though, there's more to being a hitman than the kill,” I said as my fingertips touched her hand and began to slide up past her wrist. “That primal energy that builds itself up must be expelled somehow. Cigarettes. . . alcohol. . . they're nothing more than vices. The fairer sex, however? Now that's a much more worthy pursuit. Whether or not they are our target for the night.”

“You still won't tell me if I'm your target.”

“From where I'm sitting, you are assuredly the primary object of my interest.”

“Oh really?” Ashley leaned closer as an impulse. “Take off your sunglasses,” she said. “Let me see your eyes.”

My other hand drifted toward her thigh. “Take me someplace where I can.”

“What will happen if I do?”

“I'll give you one of the more memorable nights in your life.”

She raised an eyebrow seductively at me. “And how do I know I can trust you?”

The corner of my mouth curled upward in a sinister grin. “You don't,” I said. “But doesn't that make it all the more exciting?”

Ashley's eyes became wide and I didn't need to be psychic to see the possibility exploding in her mind. At once, she nodded and stood slowly before cocking her head toward the exit. “My apartment is just down the street,” she said. “Is that a good enough place?”

“Oh, it will do very well.” I stood as well and wrapped my arm around her, smelling the sweet scent of her blood as it drifted deep within my nostrils. The pulse that raced underneath her skin did so from lust with her mind, consumed by carnal matters of the flesh.

However, I had a different lust I was chasing down. And I'd find it on the sheets of Ashley's bed that night, if I had anything to say about the matter.