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Chapter 8 Red night

  • Eleni:
  • I am sitting on the greenest grass I’ve ever seen in my life, all around me there are rosebushes of every color imaginable. The sun makes the morning dew sparkle like tiny diamonds on the closed petals of the roses. I’m dressed in a sky blue dress, made of a light fabric, the dress has an old style, with many flights and excessively long sleeves.
  • A pair of trews come into my field of vision, they are black, I look at them them raising my face very slowly, taking stock of a pair of strong legs, a manly waist, a wide chest covered by a white shirt, a thick neck, thin lips... prominent
  • cheekbones, and green eyes that... The man kneels beside me, taking my face in his hands and kissing me as if it were the end of the world
  • —I'm back home, little dove. Did you miss me?- he purrs in my ear.
  • I wake up with a start.
  • Horror!
  • It can't be. This is the last thing I need right now. It looks like I'm going to start having wet dreams involving my boss!
  • Vlad:
  • —The Red Night is in two days. Have you made your choice? - Olenka asks me.
  • I look disinterestedly through the huge glass window, Bucharest is waking
  • up and the traffic in the city is starting to get thick. Olenka brings me up to date on the events on my agenda for the next few days.
  • —I guess you'll have your...suggestions.-I mutter without even turning to look at her.
  • —Well, the Torrens sisters, the Brazilians, have requested you personally, as have twelve other VIP guests. Of all of them, I think that Justine Sziláy is the only one that meets your standards a bit, besides the woman has been panting to climb into your bed for three years.
  • I purse my lips.
  • —Has someone from the staff requested me?- I ask, opening the microwave and heating up a bag of O negative, I'll need at least four glasses to remove this bitter taste from my mouth.
  • —No. Of course not. The staff wouldn't dare, they all know the rules. Except...-I raise an eyebrow and look at her. Her
  • eyes widen into a pair of saucers.
  • —So that's it...Vlad Tepes wants the new manager to request him for the Red Night...- she lets out a whistle.-You must really like that human.
  • —Do not talk nonsense Olenka.- I answer through clenched teeth.
  • a pair of saucers.
  • —So that's it...Vlad Tepes wants the new manager to request him for the Red Night...- she lets out a whistle.-You must really like that human.
  • —Do not talk nonsense Olenka.- I answer through clenched teeth.
  • —Come on Vlad, you can fool others but not me. During the VIP dinner you never took your eyes off her, when that waiter spilled the champagne on her I don't know how you didn't rip his head off and then you disappeared for like twenty suspicious minutes, so...
  • —Have I ever told you how incredibly nosy you are.
  • She smiles from ear to ear.
  • —No. But this will be interesting. From what I saw the other night, Mr. Corvin is interested in her, too. I'm sure Miss Amintoros hasn't been told what the event is about, but maybe given a choice, she and Corvin will choose each other.
  • I hiss, showing her my fangs.
  • Olenka looks at me puzzled.
  • —Man, if I didn't know you well... I'd say you're half in love.
  • Eleni:
  • —So it's basically an orgy.
  • —Well, no. Let's see if I can explain it better ...- Jerry scratches his head for a moment. - it's...a special night, our guests enjoy exotic sexual experiences and the money is donated to some good cause.
  • I frown at him.
  • — It's still an orgy.
  • —No, the guests come mostly out of curiosity, they want to experience sex with vampires, it is said that it’s very pleasurous when they sink their fangs into you in the middle of an orgasm. Most attendees prefer one-on-ones or trios. In addition, a large part of the women only come for the opportunity to play with Vlad, the man is a highly demanded dom in the world of BDSM.
  • I roll my eyes.
  • Vlad is a dom ... that’s obvious, the man makes you tremble in your shoes just by looking at you.
  • —However, the main ballroom has been conditioned for those who want group sex. You're not going to convince me otherwise
  • Jerry, this is an orgy.- I observe.
  • He snorts exasperated. Jerry is one of the hotel's human employees, today he works as a doorman. He's twenty years old, blonde (but he paints the ends of his spiky hairdo in different colors) and when he smiles he has dimples in his cheeks, plus I suspect he's gay.
  • —Whatever you say. So… well ? Are you participating?
  • I shake my head.
  • —No. I have no interest in making out with strangers.
  • — Oh please. Don’t be a killjoy. It will be fun.
  • — I said no, Jerry. Fortunately, attendance at the event isn’t mandatory. I can leave Geoff in charge of things and go to bed early. I'm in desperate need of it, these days of staying up all night are killing me, look how big my eye shadows are! .- I protest, putting my most theatrical expression on my face.
  • — Boredom is what will end up killing you. Look at you, you have almost no friends with whom to go out, you don't have any kind social life , you spend your days off locked up in your apartment, here in the hotel complex. - He shakes his head. - You have the soul of an old woman, instead of enjoying a night of bestial sex with a stranger or two, or three, or fifty... you want to spend the night reading some nonsense.
  • I smile, Jerry has set out to be the (perverted) voice of my conscience.
  • —When I grow up I want to be like you, darling.- I say disheveling his pointy-green hair.
  • —I know, I'm a paradigm.- He proudly puffs out his chest and we laugh together.
  • Vlad:
  • The big event has finally arrived. The female guests have been greatly disappointed when I announced that I would not be taking any of them, Miss Sziláy being particularly vocal in her protests.
  • I have chosen to lock myself in the penthouse of the Hotel, I have brought Yelena and Yainni, the vam
  • pires who work at reception. There used to be times when watching them pleasuring each other was enormously entertaining to me, but I haven't found pleasure in anything for a while now.
  • I know this feeling quite well... Emptiness. It's like when a human gets depressed, but for us immortals it's worse, much worse.
  • It is one of the biggest contradictions of our existence, there comes a time when we simply don’t find meaning in living, and yet we are condemned to live forever.
  • I leave the vampire women entertaining each other, opening the door and going out. From the rooms on both sides of the corridor come sobs, moans and even cries of pleasure.
  • Yes, throughout the hotel there is an atmosphere charged with lust and desire. I suspect that at this hour Olenka is torturing her new submissive. She has fallen in love with a twenty-year-old boy who paints the shaggy ends of his hairdos, each week he brings gets them in a different color.
  • Knowing how I know Olenka, surely she has inserted some sex toy in the boy's butt, she must have
  • him tied up and now she must be giving him a bestial mount. Not for nothing the Russian was the favorite concubine of the Ottoman sultan Mehmed II. She has an art and a wickedness for sex that controlls and dominates humans.
  • I materialize at the entrance to the main salon, were Geoff is making sure the event runs smoothly.
  • —How's it going?- I ask him.
  • —Spectacularly, sir. Twenty minutes ago they began the fourth session of group sex.
  • I raise my eyebrows. Well this is a new record.
  • — And Miss Amíntoros? Did she claim someone? - I mutter between clenched teeth.
  • —No sir. She left me in charge of the protocol and went to her apartment. Jerry told me she was tired. We must bear in mind that these events put a lot of strain on our human coworkers. - Geoff smiles.
  • I breathe a sigh of relief. She is not with someone, she decided to go to sleep. A smile takes over my face. I want to see her. It's three in the morning and she must be fast asleep.
  • The rooms of the hotel's human workers are in an adjoining building, thus preventing them from being late for work due to traffic or some other nonsense. I materialize by the stairs that lead to the second
  • floor of the workers' building, knowing full well where her room is. I run up the stairs in a flash, turn right, and stop dead.
  • She is standing in the doorway of her room, her hair is tousled, her lips are red, her robe is visibly wrung out, and the worst is that she is not alone. Standing in the hallway with his back
  • to me and whispering too close to her is Mr. Corvin.
  • I can smell her, the scent of her orgasm’s evident even from my distance, Corvin's clothes are crumpled and his hair is messed up too. They have had sex. It is the most logical conclusion. I close my hands into fists and grit my teeth.
  • I want to kill him. I hate him! I want to bathe in that guy's blood and I swear on the nails of Christ one of these days I shall.
  • And her... Oh her... what would I do to her? The possibilities are endless...Should I lock her up in my hotel penthouse? Should I chain her naked to my bed? Should I fuck her until she drops dead, should I strangle her, or
  • better yet whip her until her back bleeds?
  • Damn cobra, I knew it. I knew you would make me suffer again!