Still, Chloe’s bubbly personality was infectious and maybe someone like her would be good for me, bring me out of my shell a bit? Not that I really wanted out of my shell, but I know my more aloof personality made me less open to mixing with others. If I wanted to get a room that wasn’t costing me a fortune anymore like the hotel was, I had to pull my head out of my ass and socialise more, or be more social. Plus being in Cassie’s home would give me a much greater chance of meeting my target. He was known to drop around to the house on occasion apparently.
“Come on then, it’s almost show time.” Chloe said suddenly, and I followed her gaze to where the band was starting to set up. The doors to the area where the live bands performed were still closed, but we could see faces lining up outside them, so it wouldn’t be much longer and I’d be working my first real shift.
“I want five beers, one bourbon and coke, and flash me your tits will ya?” I sighed when the sweating, leering man placed his order.
‘Keep it together Sirene. You can’t turn him into a toad or something.’ I tried to remind myself, struggling to keep the rage building in me, from fully surfacing. Turning the man into a slug would not look good on my resume, I was sure.
“Will that be all?” I asked him smiling in an attempt to be sweet, but probably looking more like a grinning hyena.
“Aw come on love, show us those gorgeous tits of yours?” The sweating lecher tried again, and I spun away from him, mumbling that I’d be back soon with his order.
When I got to the bar and placed the order, I stood for a moment, my eyes scanning the room and saw Chloe approaching me, with a blonde haired woman by her side.
When they got up to me, despite the noise of the band, Chloe managed to make me understand that the woman with her was Cassie. So this was the woman I needed to get in good with? I studied her for a moment and noticed how haunted her expression was, the sorrow and pain around her eyes.
I could see that the loss of her friend had hit her hard, and I realised I could help her with that, if I could get in with her and make her trust me.
I smiled at her and offered my hand which she took, her answering smile lacking enthusiasm. I shouted back over the noise of the music that I hoped to speak to her, and she dug around in her bag, dragging out a piece of paper where she wrote down her name, address and mobile number for me.
I thanked her and explained that I needed to get back to work and left her and Chloe. When I took the order back to the sweaty lecher, I noticed that Cassie was sitting at a table, alone and seemingly not really all that interested in what was going on around her.
The next hour or so passed fairly quickly. I managed to serve everyone without messing up or casting some spell on any man who couldn’t keep his hands to himself. So a good night all round. Cassie was still sitting at the table nursing the same drink she’d started off with and as I worked, I kept one eye on her. That girl wasn’t good. She was depressed, it was obvious and I started mentally going over potential spells I could cast that would make her feel better, maybe even take away her pain completely, since there was no need for her to continue suffering over the loss of her best friend. She was throwing her life away mourning when it wasn’t necessary.
The band announced they were performing their last song and there was a chorus of chants from the crowd for more. While many got up to dance or leave since things were wrapping up, I started clearing glasses from the empty tables and took the last few orders for the evening.
When the music finally finished and people began to leave to head to other parts of the club, those of us working the floor started tidying up.
While I cleaned, I watched Cassie, wondering if she was going to leave or not, as there might still have been a chance of speaking to her about a room, while she was here.
Suddenly two men and a woman walked into the room catching my eye. I watched them as they looked around, their very presence, imposing. Damn, whoever they were, they had sure scored well from the gene pool. Each of them was simply stunning, fucking gorgeous even, and that included the girl with the black hair, black clothing and pale skin that screamed gothic.
I saw the man with dark, dirty blonde hair and strange almost white streaks, glance towards Cassie, and start walking over to her. The others followed him and as I cleaned up, I kept an eye on them as they stopped by Cassie’s table and sat down. It was obvious she knew them, and I tried to gauge her body language to see if she was happy to see them or not. It was hard to tell so I gradually moved closer as I cleaned to see what was going on.
Chloe turned up out of nowhere and took me by surprise when she started dragging me towards Cassie. “Now’s your chance before she goes, to ask her about seeing the room.” She said, with bubbly enthusiasm.
I dug in my heels, literally, reluctant to disturb the little gathering that sat at the table with my potential future landlady. “She’s got company Chloe; maybe we should wait and not disturb her now?” I tried to say but she wouldn’t listen and kept hauling me along towards them.
“It’s ok, they aren’t her friends, that’s just Fabian and his kids. Good looking kids huh? Fabian’s hot too; not sure how he keeps himself looking so young. Seriously, that man does not look old enough to be the father of kids their ages.”
At her description and that name, suddenly I wanted to get to Cassie, and I stopped resisting and allowed myself to be pulled towards the table.
As we approached them, the one with the dark, streaky blonde hair glanced up. When his eyes met mine, I faltered, missing a step and only just saved myself from stumbling and looking like a fool. His eyes were unbelievable. Pale, the first thing that registered was how pale they were. I thought they were grey, a silvery colour, but as I drew closer, I could see there was a hint of blue in them too.
I shivered when he pinned me with those strange pale eyes. They were so intense and penetrating, and as he watched me approach, I felt like he could see inside me, that he could see my very soul.
Somehow I broke free of his pale stare and managed to focus on the rest of him. Holy hell, he was gorgeous, more than gorgeous; he was stunning, the hottest thing I think I’d ever laid eyes on. He was the perfect example of sex on fucking legs; in fact he oozed sex from every pore on that gorgeous body.
As I looked at him, I knew I was doomed. How the hell could I do what I had to do to this man; and how the hell was I going to stop myself from tearing my clothes off, and begging him to lay me out on the table and fuck me senseless? It had been over a year since I’d had sex last, and looking at this beautiful but dangerous man, I desperately wished it hadn’t been so long. I should have asked my clients for a photo, so I’d have known what I was letting myself in for. I would have turned the job offer down. I was supposed to hate him and I should hate him. He was an asshole. I just wish he’d have been an unattractive asshole instead of this god like creature who I knew already, was going to be nothing but trouble to me.
Unable to help myself, my eyes moved over the rest of him, or what I could see, that wasn’t obstructed by the table. He was dressed in dark blue jeans, that looked to hug his long legs, a black shirt with the sleeves rolled back, showing off strong forearms. It wasn’t tucked in either, which sent a wave of warmth through me. I don’t know why a good looking man in an untucked shirt excited me so much, but it did.
He was broad through the shoulders, and a part of me longed to see what he would look like under that shirt. My guess was, he’d be well muscled and probably have a six pack.
His hair was long, brushing his shoulders and tied back, giving me an uninterrupted view of his strong jaw with a covering of blonde stubble. Looking at him, I was officially in hell. He was too much, he was beautiful, he was sensory overload and I was cursed obviously.
Reluctantly I pulled my eyes from him to look at the man and the woman that had accompanied him. The ones Chloe said were his children. The man was dark, black hair, brown eyes, olive complexion and the girl was definitely a fan of the gothic lo
ok. They were all stunning. Of course I knew as I looked at them that this was no father/children outing. They weren’t his children, any more than he was their father. The only connection they all shared was a blood tie.
Even though I’d already figured it out, I still waited for Chloe to make the introductions since Cassie didn’t seem capable of anything at the moment. She was looking quite dazed and non-responsive. Her behaviour wasn’t normal and my gut instinct told me, it was them that had done this to her. Someone had been messing with this girl’s mind, I was pretty sure of it.
“Sorry to interrupt Cass, Fabian, but I wanted to introduce you to Sirene. She’s new in town, and just started working at the club. She needs somewhere to stay, so I’m hoping you’ll think about letting her take a look at a room, and moving into your house with us?” She gave Cassie a hopeful look.
I silently groaned. ‘Way to go Chloe,’ tell them my life’s story before we’ve even been introduced. I forced down my irritation at her broadcasting my life to strangers, and pasted what I hoped looked like a friendly smile on my face, as I looked at the small gathering of genetically blessed people around the table.
“Nice to meet you Fabian and…?” I shot questioning looks at the other man and woman.
It was Fabian himself who answered in a voice that was deep and rich, flowing over me with all the seductive qualities of my favourite Belgium chocolate.
“These are my children, Lucian and Francesca, Miss?” It was his turn to give me a questioning look.
“You can just call me Sirene.” I answered watching his lips curve up in a semblance of a smile.
“What a most unusual name.” That voice flowed over me again, stirring all my senses. “With your name and good looks, I have no doubt you are a siren, luring men to you with your beauty.” He said, watching me intently.
I stared at him in surprise. I’d finally met someone who could put a more exotic or romantic spin on my name other than the stupid reference to police or ambulance sirens. This man had some class, he had style, and fuck he had the looks, but I had to stop thinking with my pussy and focus.
I had to stop looking at him and only seeing his masculine beauty and remember just what this man was capable of. I’d been hired to bring him to his knees, to upset his nice, controlled life where he was master of his universe. Basically I was here to fuck with him, not fuck him. I needed to shove all thoughts out of my mind that involved tearing his clothes off and fucking him on the table where he sat, as tempting as it was.
This man had to be off limits for two reasons. Firstly, he was the very person I’d been sent to Hobart to ‘toy’ with, if what I intended doing to him could be called that. Secondly, Fabian was not what he seemed. He was in fact vampire. One hot as hell, sexy ass vampire, but still a blood sucker all the same, and from what my client had told me, he was one asshole of a blood sucker as well. Definitely enough reasons right there, why I couldn’t give in to my baser needs that were telling me to respond, to the interest I could see in those penetrating pale eyes.
Damn, he was a tempting sight though, too tempting. I really shouldn’t be picturing myself fucking him. Fabian was for me to play with, and not in a good, sexy way. No, I was here to give him a taste of his own medicine, to mind fuck him, tease and taunt him, then walk away after I’d destroyed him.
Sadly fucking him couldn’t happen. I worked by only a few simple rules and fucking those I was sent to fuck with, was on my ‘don’t do’ list. I had good reason for having that rule too. I didn’t need to risk the complications of emotions becoming involved. Fabian complicated things simply because of how unbelievably attractive he was. I’d never been tempted to have sex with a ‘victim’ before. I’d never had one that looked like him.
As I stared at him, seeing the way his eyes moved over me, their pale gaze feeling almost like they were burning into me, I began to realise that this job may very well be the first one that tested everything I believed in.
Chapter Two
Fabian
Fabian stared at the petite woman standing beside Chloe. Fuck, she was stunning, so tiny, yet very feminine looking and that hair, her eyes, instantly he grew hard, wanting her. She was staring at him as if assessing him, and he tried to read what was going on behind those amazing green eyes of hers.
So, she was looking for somewhere to stay and might possibly move in with Cassandra and Chloe? Now how perfect would that be? He’d been using Cassandra for sex and blood if things were a bit quiet and mind controlling her, but he suspected he might be overdoing it, since she seemed vague and unresponsive lately.
Of course it could simply be that she was having trouble getting over the deaths of Allegra and his son Dominick. Most unfortunate about their plane coming down, but Allegra had been dangerous, and extremely dangerous to him. He couldn’t have that kind of threat in his life, so sadly he’d had to remove the problem. Losing Allegra and her talents was a loss. She would have made a wonderful asset, if she’d agreed to a union with him, but she hadn’t. She had wanted Dominick, and after the things she’d done to him, the pain she’d inflicted, there had been no alternative other than to free him of the danger she represented.
Clearing his mind of unpleasant thoughts of the past, he focused on the raven haired beauty before him. He needed a new blood source since it seemed Cassandra was not going to be fit for his use, much longer. He’d been sampling Chloe and she provided a new, pleasant diversion, but if this lovely creature moved into the house, she would give him a fresh blood supply and a lovely new cunt to sink his cock into.
She might come willingly to be fucked. Most women did with him. Working to get sex was not an issue. Some women were pathetic the way they threw themselves at him, and panted for his attentions like bitches on heat. It certainly wasn’t hard to get them to open their legs. It was just hard to get them out of his life afterwards, hence the need to wipe their minds clean of him.
If this beauty didn’t come willingly, it wouldn’t matter. He would simply control her so he could have his way with her.
Fascinated by her and drawn to her beauty, he suddenly wanted to get closer. He wanted to smell her and touch her. He rose from his seat and stepped towards her, his eyes widening when he got up to her and realised she was so tiny. The top of her head barely reached his shoulders and as he gazed down at her, into those jade green eyes of hers, he felt something, although he wasn’t sure what. It was a feeling that was not familiar to him, it confused him.
He stared at her, trying to work out just what it was about her that stirred something within him. She was turning him on, that was a feeling he was familiar with. His cock was already hard, and he knew he couldn’t wait long to bed her. Holding his hand out to her, she responded, placing one small, slim one in his where he then raised it to his lips.
“Sirene, it is my greatest pleasure to meet you.” His voice was husky, and he shook his head subtly, wondering what the hell was wrong with him. Why was he acting in such a totally uncharacteristic manner around this woman?
“Come and meet Cassandra so you two can discuss the possibility of you moving into her home with. Sadly she hasn’t been well since the sudden death of her friend, who once actually owned the home she lives in now. Allegra and her boyfriend Dominick, who was my son, both perished when their plane crashed.”
He noticed a slight tensing of Sirene’s body before she nodded and followed him to the table to speak with Cassandra.
“Cassandra, I have someone who wishes to meet you.” He spoke softly to her since she was so fucking hard to get anything out of these days. He was getting tired of her bullshit but he continued to play the game of caring friend, so he could tap into her blood or fuck her whenever he felt the need.
She raised her eyes to his and he shot her a look to bring her out of the light mind control he’d had her under. He’d originally intended taking her from the club and feeding from her before sending her on her way, but suddenly the appearance of this beautiful woman, standing by
his side, had all his attention. He wasn’t even sure he still wanted anything from Cassandra, at least for tonight.
Perhaps he could mind control all three women and fuck them together? He was a generous man and would share with Lucian if he was interested. He often shared women with Lucian and Damien. Just thinking about it excited him. He wanted to fuck right now, but he couldn’t. It would be necessary to continue on with this pretence for a while yet. Cursing under his breath, he struggled not to adjust his cock in his jeans. The denim was rough against his swollen shaft and it was uncomfortable, but he could hardly take the beautiful Sirene and drag her out to his car to fuck, no matter how tempting an idea. No, he was going to have to continue with the human social niceties for a little longer yet.
“Cassandra, have you met Sirene? She’s new to town and is looking for a place to stay. Perhaps you could talk to her about renting a room in your home?”
Her eyes shifted to him and then moved beyond him to Sirene. She smiled; her smile weak, her whole demeanour slow and vague. “Chloe introduced us earlier. Of course, you are welcome to rent a room if you want. You work with Chloe and she wants you to move in, if she likes you, then so do I.” She said her voice flat and almost monotone.
Fabian watched the smile transform Sirene’s face although there was something in her eyes that he couldn’t read, as she looked into the vacant stare of Cassandra’s.
“Thank you so much. How about I come around on Sunday? It’s my day off so if I come late morning, will that suit you?”
“That’s fine.” Cassie smiled slowly and as if that had all been too much for her, her facial expression went blank.
“I think I’d better get you home Cassandra. Chloe if you’re finished, I’ll take you too? Sirene, can I drop you somewhere while I’m at it?” Fabian asked and felt a stab of disappointment when she shook her head. Since he was always used to getting his own way, he didn’t like the feeling at all.
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