Chapter 7
Xander took a nervous breath as he made to knock on the door only to suck in a breath when he heard a sinful voice from beyond the door. "Enter, my dear Pan-Were." Xander gulped and opened the door.
The room was completely black, with white swirls marking the walls in intricate designs. Even the furniture was made of the blackest leather. Xander didn't look at the room though, his eyes instantly found those of the vampire that was lounging gracefully on a chair straight in front of him.
Jean-Claude was wearing only a pair of skin tight black pants that made him look like sex on legs. His pale skin looked like living marble as he took unneeded breath. Xander looked at him funny, "Why do you breathe when you don't need to?" He asked bluntly, shivering at the sound of the resulting laugh.
"Ah, Ma nouvelle petite Pomme," The master vampire said with a seductive smile as he stood and approached the unmoving pan-were. "So glad you could make it." He whispered, running a cold hand over the now gasping chest.
Xander could barely think; the vampires' powers had a not-so-surprising effect on him. All he seemed to want to do was whimper and bare his neck to the powerful vampire. 'And he's barely even spoken.' Xander was so lost in his thoughts he hadn't noticed the vampire circling around behind him, until he felt the cold hand circling his neck softly. Xander gulped as Jean-Claude tilted his head back to the vampires' shoulders, completely exposing his venerable neck to the smirking vampire.
AN: Should I leave it there tonight? :}