I had my clothing on and my car keys in my hand before the last wave of the guy's orgasm had subsided. I leaned in to say the last magical words that he would hear from me, "Call me." I patted the piece of paper that I placed next to him which really had the number of the guy who had cheated on his girlfriend with me last week.

I hopped into my worn down Honda Pilot to drive back to my apartment where I would scrub myself vigorously and then head to the party that my best friend and her husband were throwing. My succubus-that-just-fucked-another-soul-glow would liven up the party and the guys there, whether immortal or not, would want me just as much as the stupid ass that I had just fucked long enough to take a couple years of his life expectancy away. He hadn't felt much remorse about cheating on his trophy girlfriend, but nowadays what guy did?

My shape shifting abilities produced a skintight, crimson silk halter-dress and a pair of strappy black pumps to complete tonight's outfit. Lissa and Christian, the coolest vampires in the Seattle unit, were in charge of organizing this year's Demonic Unit 653 Halloween party. Lissa and I had sold our souls to some ass hole of an imp named Niphon together three hundred years ago. Since then, our private saying had been 'Friends that live life together, sell their souls together.'

Lissa had been a vampire in the first place, but when she sold her soul, the effects of spirit, the element she had specialized in, were taken away and she became immortal. I sold my soul because I was her shadow kissed guardian and had vowed to be with her and always protect her. But, I was only half vampire and I had already died once so there was a glitch when they turned me into the type of demon that I was chosen to be, a succubus. So, as a result, I became part vampire, part succubus—or as I like to call it, a fuckpire.

I, Rosemarie Hathaway, drain both souls and blood. Sometimes at the same time. I am badass and I am Hell's most important asset. Get the hell over it; I'm better than you.

The music was pounding in Stan's mansion when I got there. Stan was the Seattle unit's arc demon and the poster boy for 'he may be cool, but he's still our boss'.

"Rose, there you are!" Lissa called. "Whoa, I can tell where you've been," she joked, shielding her eyes.

"Damn, Rose! Whose the lucky guy you just fucked?" Adrian shouted from the DJ booth just as a song ended. Mia, my succubus partner in crime, conked him on the head with the microphone, waved to me, and handed the mic to Stan.

"Demons of Seattle!" Stan shouted, his deep voice filling the room as everyone fell silent. "We have been graced with the presence of a new demon that has been assigned to our ranks tonight! I would like you all to try and figure out whom in this room it is." A murmur went through the tightly packed crowd. "But for now, I would like to know, has my prized vampiric succubus arrived?"

"Hell yeah she has!" came the reply from my fan club of imps.

"Well what took you so long, Rosie?" Stan baited me, scanning the crowd.

"I was taking down my prey," I spoke loudly and clearly. "And Stan, you know I hate it when you call me Rosie."

Stan smirked evilly at me and handed the mic back to Adrian, the head imp of my fan club. "And now that Rose is here, let the party begin!" Adrian exclaimed and started playing the raunchiest music we had.

"So, new person to the ranks?" I asked turning to Lissa, who now had Christian wrapped around her body. "What type of demon is this person?"

"He's an incubus. The inner rings of hell decided we needed to take more souls of girls and not just souls of guys," Christian answered.

"You seen him yet?"

"Nope."

"Rose!" Stan called.

"Uhg, I'll be right back," I said to Lissa and walked across the room to where Stan was standing with Yuri and Jean, his assistants and some guy I didn't recognize. "Yes Stan?"

"Rosie," I glared at him for the nickname, "I decided that you should meet our new rank member, considering that it might be a good idea for you to show him all the good clubs around town. Rose, meet our new rank member, and incubus being reassigned to us from Moscow." Stan waved the guy I didn't recognize forward.

He was tall with brown hair like mine but not quite as dark. His chosen appearance made him appear to be in his mid-twenties, twenty-four or something like that. My favorite body made me look like I was anywhere from eighteen to twenty-one.

"Hi, I'm Rose Hathaway," I greeted him, extending my hand.

"I'm Dimitri Belikov," he replied in a beautiful, rich voice and shook my hand.

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