by B. J. McCall
Harper realized she was thirsty, extremely thirsty. Something moved in her mouth. She gasped and touched her teeth. Her eyeteeth were long and pointed. “I’ve got fangs.”
“Beautiful white ones.”
“I’m a vampire?”
Egan grinned and kissed her on the forehead. His lips were soft against her skin, but not cold. “I’ll show you the rest of the apartment and we’ll have dinner.”
“Dinner?” Her fangs tingled. “You mean blood?”
Egan rose and picked up a black robe. “I think you’ll like the taste.”
He held the robe open and Harper slipped it on. The silky material felt nice against her skin. She rolled her shoulders and looked at her wrist. The bandage was gone, along with the puncture wounds and bruises. She glanced at her breasts before tying the robe. Her skin was white, her nipples a grayish pink.
“Your wounds have healed. Your back is perfect, smooth and unscarred.”
She’d have to take his word for it. How strange that she faced eternity but would never see her reflection again.
He escorted her into a larger room with overstuffed furniture and fancy antique tables with carved legs. Paintings covered the cream-colored, windowless walls.
“There’s always an adjustment period. If you have any questions, just ask.”
Egan settled her onto a sofa facing a fireplace with fake logs. He flipped a switch and light flickered in gold, red and blue, giving the semblance of a blazing fire.
“It’s useless,” he said. “But I love looking at it.”
Harper curled up in the corner of the plush sofa. “It’s wonderful.”
Egan walked into what passed for a vampire kitchen. He opened a huge stainless steel refrigerator. Bottles of red liquid filled the shelves. He selected one and pulled two stemmed glasses from a cupboard.
He placed the bottle in a microwave. Harper’s captain had a microwave in his office, but she’d never had the money to afford the expensive appliance.
The microwave hummed, then dinged. Egan opened the door and the most delicious smell wafted through the air. Her nostrils quivered and her fangs extended.
Egan poured two glasses. Her gaze locked on the blood, Harper licked her fangs.
Carrying the glasses, Egan joined her on the sofa. “The first time can be overwhelming.” He handed her the warm glass. “We have plenty of nourishment, so take your time.”
Harper took a sip. The blood was rich and tangy, utterly delicious. She wanted to suck it all down.
Egan touched her arm. “Easy.”
She hissed, showing him her fangs.
“I’m not taking it away. Drink like a lady. Getting bloodstains out of the sofa fabric is a real bitch.”
Harper laughed at his joke, but she realized she’d have to control her urges. With Egan’s help she’d succeed. “I’ll try to be careful.”
She took another drink. Here she was underground which kind of gave her the willies, drinking blood in a classy place with the most handsome man she’d ever seen at her side. She glanced at the ring on her finger. She might be a vampire but she had what she’d always wanted, to love and be loved. Harper raised her glass. “Forever together.”
Egan touched his glass to hers. “Forever together.”
She drank the entire glass. She’d practice being a lady tomorrow. “I love you, Egan.”
He leaned over and licked the blood off her lips. “I love you, Harper. Shall I pour us another glass?”
Harper licked her fangs. “Yes, I’d love one.”
B.J. McCall
A multi-published author of contemporary and futuristic sensual romance, B.J. McCall is a West Virginia native now residing in Northern California. Thanks to an older sister who was a librarian, reading became B.J.’s favorite pastime. B.J.’s idea of the perfect way to spend a rainy afternoon or a day at the beach is reading a romance novel.
The phrase “Do what you love,” applies to B.J. -- she loves to write and each story is special. She hopes her readers will enjoy each and every one of them. Visit her website at www.BJMcCall.com.
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