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but I wanted to ask you about those stories that I used to hear
when I was little. You know, the ones about the women who
took blood?"
Sissy coughed again."Loogaroo." She paused. "Dey not
stories. You know dat."
"I know, but can you tell me about them again?"
"Dey old women who made pact with da devil. Bring him
blood and he gave dem power. Dey live forever. Dey strong
and fast. Dey take the form of human but dey are demon tru
and tru. Da demon has changed tru time, but dey still jus' as
nasty. It drink da blood now. Dey get da power to demselves
now."
Jordan leaned in. She had his full attention. "Yes, a
vampire. I know that fire and sunlight only hurts and weakens
them. How do you kill them? The stories used to say by being
beheaded or drained by one of their own, because they are the
only ones who can get close enough or are strong enough.
There is another way. Isn't there? I know none of the movie
bullshit is true."
Sissy fell silent. Then asked, "What dis 'bout, Jordy?"
Jordan licked his lips, knowing he had to say the right
thing. "One of them threatens my family."
"I see."
"I'm glad. So how  "
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"Ya pay da right amount, I tell ya."
Jordan was speechless. After a brief pause, words returned
to him. "You're kidding?"
"Na." She shook her head.
"But you're family."
She laughed. "I not yo family. Ya don't care 'bout me. Da
only reason Loogaroo bothers you is 'cause ya prolly bothered
her first."
Incensed, Jordan stood up and threw a wad of bills at her.
"Here, you old fuck!"
"Tammy! Come out her' and count dis, girl."
Jordan heard a rustling come from another room.
A tall, thin young woman walked out. She glared at him as
she bent down to retrieve the cash. "Dar's five hundred."
"Dat will do." Sissy waved her hand. "Now sit back down,
boy, and listen good."
Even though he was disgusted, Jordan obeyed.
Long minutes later, Jordan left the house and strolled back
toward the dock. An extremely satisfied smile formed on his
face as a plan took shape in his head.
Tammy put the latch on the door. "Ya didn't tell him how
ta protect himself. I could have made him an ouanga."
Sissy waved nonchalantly. "Bad men deserve what eva
bad men git."
"How do ya know he's a bad man?"
"I can smell it all ova him."
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guilt. For days, she had refused to hunt or even drink from her
lover.
Renee had been sure that when Natasha attacked and
drained one of the servants, the hunger had driven her mad or
just mad enough to accept the situation. It gave her the chance
she needed, and Renee took advantage.
Quickly becoming a slave to instinct, Natasha displayed
natural talent and seemed to almost revel in the freedom and
magic of it all. They often shared victims, and tonight was no
different. After their meal was finished, their lips met in a
carnal display of passion primal in its savagery, right beside the
still warm corpse.
Natasha tore herself away from her lover. "I'm still
thirsty," she said needfully.
Renee nodded in supplication. "You're new. It's not
uncommon to need more. Let's go home. I'll send for a snack."
Sometime later, they had their fill of a woman who gave
herself freely, as had many others. Renee's servants were adept
liars, whispering of gifts of eternal youth and a life free of pain
and suffering to the most gullible, to the most drunken, and to
the loneliest. She only gave them death. Renee rolled the now
naked body on the floor, clearing the bed for its owners.
Natasha climbed up Renee's body using her arms as
supports, so they were just barely touching. Natasha's kisses
were soft, teasing.
Renee growled with impatience and need.
"Do you not miss it? The softness... the gentleness we used
to share?" Natasha asked.
"I won't break."
"I'm aware of that, but we've been like animals lately  "
"Think about it, Tasha. You can do anything you want to
me. Live out your darkest needs. Save the gentleness for later.
We have time."
Natasha's eyes brightened as a slow smile curled her lips.
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The images that flashed through Renee's mind were dark,
lewd, and deliciously sensual. A strong bolt of need uncurled
from her belly and shot to her groin. Renee's legs widened and
she wrapped them around her lover's hips, surging upward into
the heat they had created.
"Yesss, do it!"
Natasha chuckled. "You would give me that much control [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]