hahai love writing vampire stories...

so bloody and romantic.

LMAO

I apologize greatly for the v. long wait.

Hopefully this will rectify it.

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Chapter Two

Dangerous Consorts

Sareesa was incredibly alive for the next few nights. Whenever any of the brides looked at her, there was a smile dancing around her curved lips, an anticipating look in her eyes.

Sareesa knew that Dracula noticed this change as well. Everytime they saw one another, he was closer than the time before. She could have touched him.

That made her shiver. For some reason, the thought of touching her old master now revolted her. As if they were not meant to be together.

Maybe she should go meet that younger male... he was quite attractive.

And so she would.

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By the time the sun's last rays disappeared from the horizon, Sareesa was already winging out across the sky, making a swift arc toward the forest where she'd last seen this... what was his name?

Valdisdan.

The name curled beautifully off her tongue. She loved whispering it. Even as she glided over a fresh breeze she called out.

Called for him.

She had also forgotten how rogues reacted when females, or any vampires, entered their territory.

A terrible shriek ripped through the darkness. Huge whistles of wind, forced up and down by some demonic creature, blew her hair wildly off her neck.

A somewhat familiar, finely boned, male face shone palely in the moonlight. "Valdisan," she called softly. She hoped he would remember her.

And he did. A beautiful smile graced his face. He nodded to her. "So, we meet again." His gaze swept over her, and then he searched the skies behind her.

"I was worried you might be in some kind of trouble for our meeting a few nights ago. Your master, he does not know where you are?" Sareesa shook her head. His voice was lovely. She wished she could go on hearing it forever.

Though Dracula's voice was deep and haunting, it did not have the warmth and smile that Valdisan's did.

"No one really cares what I do," it suprised her how bitter she sounded. She hadn't realized the she did care if people paid attention to her.

Valdisan moved closer in flight, and she moved her wings to make room. They both hovered on the same updraft, thinking.

The young male's face was creased in concentration. He opened his mouth and closed it again. He seemed to want to say whatever he was going to, perfectly.

"My lady," he started, but it seemed like he changed his sentence at the last second."Who all lives there? In your castle?"

"The master, and the other two brides. Hartana and Franshka." He looked intently at her. "And you are the third?"

She sighed. This tiring conversation. Though she'd never actually spoken to anyone about it, she'd certainly thought about it enough. "Unfortunately."

He smiled. "Would you care to land? My wings seem to be bothering me in the air more than usual." She looked at his wings, noting for the first time the deep scars laced all through them.

He must be a great fighter. I wonder if he's ever fought for a mate?

For some reason, that thought annoyed her. If Veeral had been there, she would have quipped, "I wonder why?" In a sarcastic voice.

Sareesa spiralled downward, following his slow, lazy movements. He landed gracefully, and gave a sigh as he transformed back into a tall, dark haired, handsome man.

He looked to be in his late twenties, early thirties, his dark hair had no grey strands in it, his eyes were piercing emeralds.

He really is attractive, she thought, ignoring the low flutter in her stomach as she gazed at him.

He adjusted the dark jacket he wore and looked up at her. She took his breath away.

Her wavy, almost red blonde hair swayed in the breeze, her seafoam green eyes twinkled, her lips curved seductively, and her very feminine shape taunted him benath the silky outfit she wore.

Obviously, it was designed for a "bride." The way Sareesa had said that word had made it sound like they were treated no better that pets- sex toys, used only for the mass reproduction and the anticipation of thousands of servant vampires.

That thought made him queasy. "Are you done ogling me yet?"

"What?" His head snapped up, and he stared at her. He thought she was angry, but there was a wry smile on her face.

"Oh, sorry. Um, My-" Sareesa rolled her eyes. "Call me Sareesa, please. This My Lady business makes me feel very old."

They both smiled. By any human's standards, they were ancient.

"Alright, Sareesa. I was wondering if you'd hunted lately." She shook her head. "Then please allow me the honor of escorting you on one."

She bit her lip. Oh, how the master would absolutely murder her if he knew she was with another male. A charming one too.

Bah. He'd had her to himself enough. There's certainly enough of me to take care of both of them...

Now that was a thought she hadn't had in forever.

"Of course."

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The rough, brawling tavern was the first place they stopped at. "The easiest spot to pick up people who'll never be missed," Valdisdan had told her.

He was so different. Dracula, or any of the brides wouldn't have cared two drops of blood whether the person they killed was important or not.

A few hairy, drunken men called crude things when they saw her. One man attempted to snag her around the waist. She discreetly broke his wrist.

In his drunken state, he didn't feel the pain, but instead collapsed unconscious.

She stepped primly over him, ignoring the muffled laughter of her companion. "He was only being compatible," he managed to say.

She elbowed him. She felt like a teenager again. Young and being called at by handsome, or not so handsome strangers.

She headed toward a group of middle-aged, handsome men. As she approached, they turned, smiling.

"Hello, gentlemen," she purred seductively. "Don't you care for, female -" she ran a finger along one man's jawline," companionship?"

She was dimly aware of Valdisdan watching her intently. If she'd turned to see his face, she would have seen the intense look of hunger on his face.

For her or for the humans she would never know.

The man lifted her hand gracefully off his face, kissing her knuckles court-like.

"And what do we humble lads owe the pleasure of beholding your ladyship?" Oh dear. She could tell he'd had a few drinks now.

"Oh, I just felt like dropping in. See what pretties I could find in a place like this." The group all seemed to open up to her. She was in.

As they continued their playful banter, she looked through the group, for one man a little more intoxicated than the rest. There.

An older, greying man. Though he was slightly weathered, he was still quite handsome. He smiled becomingly at her. She crooked a finger at him.

"Lads, I think I'll take your dear old man out for a stroll. He looks in need of a bit of fresh air." Drunk as they were, they forgot to warn her that vampires often prowled the streets at night.

If only they had seen her fangs.

She sighed. Drunkards.

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Valdisdan gently placed the female he'd drained on the floor of the alley. He wiped his mouth on the cloth square she'd been holding.

Now all he had to do was find Sareesa and they could leave.

He saw a couple heading for a pleasure garden. The gardens were still pretty, even in their slightly mauled state.

He knew it was her, because he could see the man's heat, but no warmth from the female at his side.

He followed swiftly, moving silently.

He wanted to know how she fed.

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Sareesa sat the man carefully on the bench. Tilting his chin, she exposed his neck. But she wouldn't feed yet. She had to relax him or his blood wouldn't be as sweet.

She kissed him. He seemed to perk up slightly. One of his large hands rested on her back, the other easing through her hair.

She sucked on his lip for a minute, feeling his body react to her treatment.

She sat back, stroking his face, relishing in his taste, still fresh on her lips.

Then she leaned forward, tilted his pliant head back, and sank her fangs into his neck.

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Valdisdan watched Sareesa kissing the old drunken sot. She managed to find a handsome one, he thought wryly.

Seeing her be so openly sexual with this man, he was very attracted to her just then.

She bit almost gently into his neck, and he watched her slowly drain him of life.

When she finished, she moved him onto the ground. She lowered him gently, and then closed his eyes.

Standing, she sought out the source of the strong emotion she'd felt.

He found himself staring straight at her. Their eyes locked.

For a moment, she looked slightly angry. Then she smiled. "Let's go," she called softly to him.

They changed into their winged forms, pushing off from the ground, appetites sated.

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This would not be the first time they fed and flew together.

For almost every night in the next month, they were flying together, and hunting every few days.

Sareesa relished in her return to blood. Only after her feeding did she realize how much she'd missed it.

She also realized how close she and Valdisan were becoming.

It would only become a matter of time before Dracula woke up and realized that his bride was no longer faithful in her services to him.

But right then, she didn't care.

All she wanted was to be with Valdisdan.

In that time, eternity seemed a little less cruel.

But that would all change in the blink of an eye.

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Wow i updated.

Surprised?

Well , I am.

TTFN