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  “No?” Sylvie answered with a question and patted Casey on the knee. “Let’s just take this a day at a time.” Pulling Casey off the bed, Sylvie pointed across the hallway, “What is more impressive is that you haven’t tried to tear out of here and go hunting.” Feeling the pull for blood within herself, Sylvie advised, “Let’s not take any ces, get dressed and..” Sylvie saw the look of hunger suddenly appear on her progeny’s face a split sed before she smelled human blood. “Oh shit.”

  Irises of molten gold faded a nearly bck, mirr a sor eclipse. “I smell him.” Casey spoke and licked the saliva from her mouth. “His blood smells like heaven even if he smells like dank sweat.” Willing her fangs to lo pce, Casey stood up and walked towards the front of the house.

  Overwhelmed by the pierg sts of grease and butane, Casey knew instantly that the man was some kind of blue-colr worker and had somehow broken into the house. Able to once agai sounds on a deeper level, Casey could tell the guy had crouched down and opehe door to the room where the blood buypically stayed.

  Protective of Sylvie’s home and hungry almost beyond thought, Casey’s bck razor-sharp cws extended from her fio mirror her predatory nature.

  -That’s right, keep ing.-

  Sensing that the man was at the foyer and moving slowly towards the hallway, Casey happeo look up. With a quick croud light push from the floor, Casey silently gripped the ceiling and crawled along the dark more silent than a bck widow. Casey felt her spiingling ahroat turning inting inferno the closer she got to the man sneaking ihe house. Without warning, a deep-sounding an began pying in her mind, Sweet Dreams. Tonally the old song ged from a synthesizer beat to that of a gothic sound, helping her hunt.

  While able to hear his heartbeat before, Casey could also feel the excitement emanating from his quied pulse and was pletely unaware of her looming presence. “Caaarrrlll…” Casey lightly whispered from her position, taking a ce that the brazen man was the one Sylvie mentioned before.

  Where there was a thrill, Casey’s simple aade Carl jump and his heart race like a frightened rabbit. Frozen in pce, Carl held as still as he could and straio hear beyond his own heavy beating pulse. “Imagining things.” He nervously whispered and found the o step further into the hallway. “Just a few more feet to the bathroom.” He quietly assured himself and pulled a small camera from his cargo pocket.

  Ag much like the spider she imagined herself, Casey dug the cws on her feet into the ceiling’s drywall for anchor and released her handhold. Almost curling her way down, Casey reached out with her hands and dug her talons into Carl’s shoulders and yahe man into the air.

  A shrill and despairing howl came from Carl as his flesh ierced by Casey’s knifelike cws. Dropping the small camera, Carl tried to wiggle free much like a fly trapped in a web. “This…this….Aarrgghhhh….isn’t….happen….ing…” Shrieking wildly, Carl felt his twin colr bones break and the ligaments snap, temporarily freeing him from Casey’s clutches. Crumpling on the ground, Carl barely found the ability to use his legs and heaved himself from the floor through the waves of pain and look up in time to see a nightgown flutter past his vision and nd softly on the plush carpet. Partly mesmerized by the neire's beautiful nude form, Carl stood in pce as he watched his attacker gracefully nd on the floor without a sound. Pulsing agony shot through Carl’s body and forced him to e to his senses, and through his resumed screaming mao find the strength to run for the front door. Luck seemed to be o man’s side when he saw that he’d left the door ajar. Kig the door wide so he could get through, Carl stumbled his way across the leaf-covered driveway while trailing blood behind him.

  Lig Carl’s blood from her fingers, Casey pursued her meal easily as he ran with his arms dangling useless beside him. Mildly aware that every word Sylvie uttered was ing true before her golden eyes, Casey calmly pursued Carl back to his house and grabbed one of his feet as he climbed up the stairs. “Mmmm, turbulent and viscous. Your blood is going to taste too damned good.” Casey ed and dragged Carl into the tightly packed trees that surrouhe property.

  Reag her front door with Casey’s nightgown in hand, Sylvie swiped one of her fingers where a line of blood had spurted from Carl. “I agree.” Sylvie quietly affirmed. Moment’s ter the elder vampire heard more g bones and a few squishy noises from the trees before the area went pletely silent once more. “Drain him pletely and there won’t be anythi. Waste not.”

  Uo do anything but keep drinking from Carl’s neck, Casey soon heard the man gurgle one final time and then turo dust in the wind. “Got anyone else you wa with, Sylvie?” Casey appeared from the trees almost glowing from the moonlight. “I could take down another dozen people without thinking about it.” Only after seeing Sylvie holding her gown, Casey felt her breasts swaying with every step she took back toward the house. “I guess modesty isn’t part of the vampire experience?” Reag for her clothing, Casey slipped the garment back over her and smiled at Sylvie. “How’d I do?”

  “A little messy, but that’s expected.” Sylvie poio the blood trail leading to Carl’s house. “Then there’s the pool of blood where you pounced on him.” Esc her neire badoors, Sylvie grabbed Casey’s hand and pulled her into the kit and handed her a bottle of blood. “Eating another dozen or so will prove to be problematibsp; You already know about the veil, so I don’t o expin it.”

  Swigging the tents of the bottle, Casey leaned against the sink and wiped her mouth. “Yeah, I know what that is.” She ughed, “I thought you’d be impressed with my hunting skill.”

  “I was.” Sylvie winked and headed to her room, “Iive for your first fang. Now finish that a dressed. I have something to tell you and I don’t want to do it here.” Sylvie giggled, “Be sure that you are waiting for me at the front door in a few minutes…Oh, and be sure to grab the raincoat hanging up.”

  Doing as she was told, Casey ehe use of her newfound speed and reflexes to get dressed as somewhat ordered by Sylvie.

  -Your mistress now, Rivers.-

  Giggling to herself again with the thought of being so tightly bound to Sylvie, Casey heeded the warning and grabbed a short rain slicker and stood by the front door. Thinking that Sylvie would e from her room, Casey was a little surprised when she heard the engine of the motorcycle outside. Stepping out onto the porch, Casey instantly noticed that a light rain had started. “Amazing, Sylvie. You tell the weather too?” Casey hopped through a couple small puddles before climbing on the back of the bike once more. “Where to?”

  “You’ll see.” Sylvie revved the engine and waited for Casey to hold her around the waist. “No, I ’t predict the weather.” She ughed, “ly. Hold tight now.”