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While Cirpian couldn't see either woman, nor the glares that both Amelia and Genevieve were exchanging, he could sense both Genevieve's and Amelia's utter hostility toward each other. The only one who wasn't exchanging hostile glares with her sisters, was Jewel. Yet, Jewel was nervous, he could sense that, in not just her scent, but the noises she was making as she fidgeted with her silverware.

The way both were treating each other, at that moment, had him wondering if both sisters were possibly enemies or, at the least, rivals. They seemed to love each other. Yet, they also appeared to have this utter contempt for one another. There had been times during the course of the meal, where they did actually exchange decent conversation with one another. It was during those short intervals, that Cirpian had felt that it was possible for both women to have the same loving companionship that they had with their little sister. Yet, no sooner had he thought and felt this, was that hostility back in the air between the two women and they were back to wanting to rip each others throats out.

It was just as the hostility was becoming somewhat more pungent and Jewel's fidgeting was starting to get on his nerves, that he decided to try and steer the conversation to something a little safer than talking about where one should or should not live or visit. Yet, just as he was about to do this, he suddenly felt this overwhelming blood lust. He wasn't as much surprised by who was feeling it, as the suddenness of the emotion – it left him feeling drained.

The disadvantage of being the master of another vampire, and there were many, yet this was one of the major draw backs, was the emotional and physical link he had with that vampire.

He had turned Brian, and two others, but the link between Brian and himself was a whole lot stronger than the one he had with the other two vampires.

He couldn't really say why this was.

One theory he had, was that before turning Brian, they had developed a pretty strong emotional bond – something close to a brotherhood. Yet, now that friendship, was, if anything, close to being over. Both men had either changed too much or one, in particular, hadn't changed all.

When he abruptly stood up from his chair, he could sense how startled his guests became over his suddenness; that hostility in the air, was replaced with this slight curiosity.

Yet, he didn't just sense this emotion from Genevieve, but he also sensed her alertness – her survival instincts were kicking in. She wasn't sure what his intentions were, and she was prepared to react if her instincts told her to do so. 


I have to go get some more champagne from the kitchen.”


Do you need some help?” when Cirpian sensed the change in Genevieve's alertness – her mood became more accommodating—he couldn't help the slight smile that pulled at his lips.

While he would have liked nothing more than to have a few minutes alone with Genevieve, he knew that at this time it wasn't wise; really he couldn't afford to draw too much suspicion to himself. He wasn't entirely sure what Genevieve's reaction would be at finding out, that he was vampire – her rational mentality, could very well lead to her viewing him as a mental case.

At the sound of both hers and Jewel's chairs scraping across the hard wood floor, Cirpian was swiftly yanked out of his wandering thoughts. When he realized both women's intentions, he sternly said, “No..., don't worry about it; I know where it is.”

Not giving either one time to object or say anything, he hastily headed out of the dinning room.

It was as he drew near to the kitchen, that he could feel how Brian's blood lust was getting even worse – it was to the point of exploding.

The moment he entered the kitchen and went over to the back door, he could feel Brian's overwhelming blood lust practically seeping through the wooden door.

As he stood a few inches away from the door, weighing over his two options, he tried figuring out which one was more beneficial, to not just himself, but his guests: One, he could leave the door lock and go back to his guests. Yet, knowing Brian, he would most likely break the door down to get at what he wanted: Jewel Freemen – aka AB-.

Or two, he could let Brian in.

With all things considered, Cirpian knew that he couldn't very well let Brian in. Yet, he couldn't very well leave him outside, either.

The only option he had, was the one he didn't want to use.

After a brief hesitation, he hastily opened the door. The moment that door swung open, Cirpian wasn't at all surprised by the sharp metal feel of Brian's blade against his Adam’s apple.


Hi, Brian...,” he smiled “it's nice that you decided to grace my household with your presence...”


Cut the crap, Cirpian!”


Now, Brian, is that any way to speak to a friend?”

Angrily scoffing, Brian replied, “Friend...you're no friend...you just wanted her for yourself!”

If Cirpian had had his sight, he would have seen this, intense, red glow around Brian's irises. As it was he could only sense how the blood lust had driven Brian completely insane – no amount of reasoning would help.

He would probably have to kill the bastard...Yet, the only problem with that, was that he had left his sword upstairs; in the future he would make sure to keep his blade close by. 

“Okay Brian, you can have her...”

The moment Brian heard that, he instantly removed his sword from Cirpian's throat. 

“You mean it.”


Yea...” Cirpian could sense the relief in Brian, he wanted his AB-, but he was conflicted over whether or not he should kill his friend and master to get her. “You can have your AB- and I'll take her sisters...While the one isn't really my favorite blood type, the other is...The way I see it, we'll first enjoy the least favorable and then save the other two for...” he smiled. “dessert.”

As Brian hastily came into the kitchen, he closed the door behind him. “Okay...,” his gaze insanely wandered around the kitchen. “but no tricks.”

Putting his hands up, Cirpian said, “Of course not...,” as Brian headed toward the kitchen door,  he suddenly halted in his tracks at the sound of Cirpian's voice, “but before you go in there, could you go down into the wine cellar and get me some more wine?”

Cirpian could feel Brian's eyes on him, cautiously picking away at his demeanor. When he finally spoke, there was this slight hesitation in his voice, “Okay...What kind do you want?”

“Any that looks good...I'm not picky and neither are my guests.”

Swiftly going over to the wine cellar door, Brian, again, hesitantly looked back over at Cirpian. “No tricks...” he pointed his sword at him.

“Of course not...What kind of friend am I?”

After giving Cirpian one last searching stare, he, opening the cellar door, stepped out on to the stairs landing.

Really Brian should have seen it coming, but because of his unbearable blood lust he couldn't think straight. All he could think about was blood and sex. He wanted to fuck his AB- so hard, that she begged for him to either stop or keep going.

He was so lost in what he was going to do to his AB-, that he really had no time to react to the hand on the small of his back. All he could do, as he tumbled down the stairs, was stare dumbfoundedly up at the person who had pushed him.

As Cirpian stood, shaking his head disgruntledly at the crumbled figure that now laid at the bottom of his cellar stairs, he muttered, to himself, “Idiot.”

Once he had securely locked the cellar door, he went to the refrigerator and retrieved another chilled champagne bottle; he enjoyed champagne, rather than wine. If Brian had been thinking straight, he would have known that.

After straightening his suit, he headed out of the kitchen; to attend to his dinner party guests. He would deal with the idiot later; if he was still perturbed with Brian, he might just very well decide to decapitate the scumbag – that would be one way to end a long friendship.

At this time, he would enjoy the company of his guests – especially that delectable Genevieve.

While he had lied to Brian about letting him have Jewel Freemen, the one thing he hadn't lied about was his desire for Genevieve. It was this desire, that had him quickly reining himself in. He knew that he had to watch himself with her, not only was he aroused by her strong demeanor, but her blood left him thirsting for a sip.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chapter Eleven

“My boss is going to kill me...and then fire me...possibly not even in that order.”

Albert looked over at Genevieve. He really didn't know how to reply to the morose detective that sat across from his desk. He did feel guilty, though. Because of his mishap, he might of cost this fine detective her job.

“Gen, he can't fire you for this.”

Scoffing, Genevieve sullenly smiled. “Shows how much you know, doc.” sighing she got up from the chair in Albert's office.

As she stared at the degrees on the doctor's wall, she thought back to that Saturday night. It had actually been a nice weekend and she had immensely enjoyed the company. 

The company had taken her mind off of the week ahead of her. Having to show up that Monday morning and tell her boss, that still she had not turned up any clues on her missing stiff; was not a thought she wanted to linger on. It didn't matter that the body had disappeared from the morgue late Friday night. Or that Kyle and her had gone to her missing stiff's apartment complex, looking for clues...

Nah...it would be best not to mention that. If she didn't want her boss to hog tie her and roast her body over an open flame, it was best, for a change, that she kept her stupid trap shut.

Yet, while her thoughts should have been more focused on the case at hand, she still found her thoughts pleasantly preoccupied with the handsome, Cirpian Alexandru. Just the thought of him, had a blush instantly encompassing her cheeks – she couldn't hide the attraction she had for the man.

While it was true that there were probably other men out there, that were more attractive than him; there was just something about him that made him more unique than those other men. It could have been the way his suit, that Saturday night, hung on him – like it was painted on to his body. Or how broad those shoulders were – she had thought that he was wearing shoulder pads, yet he wasn't. And his  lips had been neither too full nor too small – they were just right. It had been those lips that had had her wondering what wonderfully wicked things he could possibly do to her naked flesh.

But his lips, weren't the only thing that had had her in trouble; it was those eyes.  Those eyes, while unseeing, were the most beautify allusive tint of grayish blue that she had ever seen—she had been overwhelmed by not just the shade, but the way his glistening blond eyelashes seemed to enhance the gray and shards of blue that were in them.

She had known, quite embarrassingly, that he had sensed her attraction toward him. Yet, her embarrassment hadn't time to sink in, before he was pulling her to the side and asking to see her again.  It had given her such great pleasure to know that Cirpian had reciprocated her attraction, that the whole drive home, she had felt like a giddy school girl at the thought of, not just seeing him again, but having dinner with him that Monday night; she had been in such a good mood, that she had even exchanged an hour of decent conversation with Amelia – usually that took a lot of effort, with a large mixture of booze.

At least she had one thing to look forward to. If today was going to be screwy, she could at least think about the end of the day—when she would see Cirpian again.

“The buzzard is probably hovering over my desk, as we speak.” she looked over at the doctor, who was smilingly shaking his head.


You don't know that, either.”

Defeatedly shrugging, she stuffed her hands in her pockets. “Well, there is one way to find out.” taking her cell phone out, she hastily dialed it.

XXX

The moment Kyle saw who it was, he answered on the first ring,
“Gen...,” he tried keeping his voice below a whisper. “where are you?”

XXX

It was Kyle's tone, that instantly had Genevieve on alert. He was purposely trying not to let anyone else know who he was talking to.


I'm at the morgue...Where are you?”

That was a stupid question, she already knew where he was...

XXX


At our precinct...”

XXX

It was upon Kyle affirming what Genevieve already knew, that had a small smile creeping to her lips. This tiny tid bit of knowledge could be handy, in the sense that Kyle could tell her where and what their Captain was up to.


Hey, Kyle..., what's our Captain doing?”

XXX

As Kyle hastily looked over at their captain's office, he was relieved to see that the tyrant was still inside his office. Minutes ago he had been hovering over Genevieve's desk, asking where she was and when she would be showing up.

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