Angel stood up and dashed out of her room. She ran down to the main level and entered the kitchen where a few human servants were finishing the last of their clean up. She knew that every Friday night the servants would get together and take Anu’s private jet to party at one of the neighboring Islands. Master Anu made sure his humans were taken care of and that festivities were always available to them. He demanded so much from them, it was only fair to reward them during their down time. Angel grew incredibly fond of the staff; they all worked very diligently. She found it fascinating how the humans in the house were unbothered by the supernatural. It was even more mind-boggling how Master Anu convinced a group of humans to work for him in the first place. The same people that she was created to protect seemed as if they didn’t need protection. Angel made an acquaintance with one of the servants named Jenny. Jenny received more attention and respect than the other servants. Her status in the house was as great as Chum Chum. Jenny’s responsibilities consisted of overseeing the humans and making sure all the daily chores were being completed. She spent much time on her walkie-talkie giving orders, planning events, and organizing Master Anu’s schedule. She was Master Anu’s personal assistant, although that wasn’t the title he liked to use. Jenny was known as the “handler.” She was there to attend to all the situations that Master Anu didn’t want to deal with when it came to humans. She communicated with the human contractors who worked on the house and coordinated the blood drives assuring the unlimited supply of food for the Vs. She kept order in the house and her loyalty to Master Anu was unbreakable.
Jenny was from a small town in Georgia and spoke with a hard southern accent. She had fire-engine long red hair and green eyes. She was extremely pretty, and anyone who looked at her long enough would get lost in her beauty. However, she was tough. She was also the same woman who gagged and ignored Angel the first day they took her to see Master Anu. Good thing those days were behind Angel. As she got to know her, she learned that Jenny was nothing but a southern sweetheart who took great pride in the work she did for Master Anu. She lived to serve him.
“Hello, everyone. Hello, Ms. Jenny,” interrupted Angel happily as she entered the kitchen to the servants chatting and cleaning. Everyone stopped what they were doing and bowed before she could tell them to stop. “Please, do not bow,” said Angel, casually. Angel wasn’t sure why she attempted to stop them. Anu made it clear that when a Master or a Queen were present, the staff must bow. It was an ancient, old school, Vampire rule he still followed to this day.
“Can we help you, Queen?” asked Jenny, wondering what brought Angel around to acknowledge them. She was holding a planner in her hands and jotting down reminders in her schedule.
“Yes! Jenny, are you going out tonight?” asked Angel, not trying to sound desperate. No one said a word, as if remaining quiet would make Angel go away.
“If you’re going out, I was wondering if it was possible for me to join you?”
Jenny was baffled. She wasn’t sure how to respond.
“Please,” said Angel.
The girls all looked at each other in shock until Jenny smiled and broke the awkward silence.
“Yes! Of course!” she answered. “The girls and I are flying to Master Anu’s new nightclub. He currently owns three hotels that have a casino and club attached to them. It’s on the island of Puerto Rico,” said Jenny. “Did you hear about it?”
Angel shook her head no. She had not heard of Master Anu’s new property, but that was not going to stop her from going out.
“The hotels are beautiful; they sit right off the beach in a tiny town called Isla Verde. The hotels are five stars with restaurants, casinos, and a large two-floor night club called Club An―short for Anu, of course.”
“Of course,” replied Angel sarcastically.
“The club has been very popular with both locals and tourists. This will be our first time going. We’ve just been so busy. Anyway, everything is on the house for us, so we won’t have to worry about a thing, darling,” said Jenny, flashing the red “A” tattoo on her inner wrist.
Angel should have known that much of Master Anu’s wealth came from real estate.
“Will there be dancing, drinking, and men involved?” asked Angel hurriedly.
The women all looked at each other and giggled childishly.
“Yes!” Jenny replied.
“Perfect, I’m in!” said Angel. “What time should I be ready?”
“8:00 pm sharp,” responded Jenny.
“Great! I will meet you at the main door then,” She said excitedly while walking away to get herself ready for the evening.
Angel returned to her room and quickly began undressing. The time was currently 6:45 pm. She hopped in the shower, soaped and rinsed off within ten minutes. Angel dried herself off and walked over, naked, to the walk-in closet. She pulled out the sexiest, shortest, tightest dress she owned. Angel examined the dress and was overjoyed.
“Oh yeah, this is it!” she said, holding up the dress in awe.
It was perfect. It was wine red with spaghetti straps and a panel of black lace below the seams that zipped up in the back. Angel had purchased the dress from one of Master Anu’s designer friends who sold clothing through a website. The dress was specially made for her. It was one of a kind. She slipped on the dress, bare underneath. She smoothed her legs with lotion and picked out a pair of high-heel black strappy shoes. The heel was 5 inches with a ½ inch platform. She sat at her dresser mirror and combed through her long black hair. She decided to put it up in a high bun since she figured it would get hot in the club. She dabbled with her make up and went heavy with black eyeliner and ruby-red lipstick. She placed diamond studs on her ears along with a diamond choker and tennis bracelet. All gracious gifts from her deceased husband. It was 7:45 pm by the time she was ready. Angel took one last look in the mirror and high-fived her reflection in approval. I look amazing, she thought. The red dress complemented her figure perfectly. It showed off her curves and rounded her ass off, as intended. Angel hadn’t dressed up or gone out since meeting her deceased husband. She thought she may have forgotten how to have a good time, then snapped herself out of it. It’s just like riding a bike, she thought.
By the time Angel arrived at the main level, Jenny and three other women whom Angel had met in passing were all dressed up and waiting. Jenny was wearing a white silk tank top, black skirt, and white pumps. Her hair was loose, long to her waist, and stunning. The other three women were just as beautiful with their designer outfits and flawless makeup. When Angel approached Jenny, they spoke in unison. They complimented each other on their outfits and laughed. It was a different scene seeing the ladies out of their uniforms. Everyone always looked the same; at times it was hard to determine who was who. Except for Jenny, she was not hard to miss. She stood out like an apple in a banana bowl.
“Looks like we’re all ready, Let’s saddle up, ladies!” said Jenny.
As everyone prepared to head out the door, Angel looked over her shoulder and glanced into the dining room. She noticed two blondes sitting at the table, chatting. Angel then figured out the timeframe she was in. Anu must be upstairs talking to Andrew about ruling the new line. These must be the two girls waiting for the Master, she thought. She decided to play oblivious and ask Jenny a question to confirm the answer she already knew.
“So, are we leaving without those two?” asked Angel, pointing to the two blondes.
Jenny and the other ladies turned around and acknowledged, “Oh, they’re not with us. Those girls are here to see the Master,” drawled Jenny in her southern twang.
“Or that slimeball, Sammy,” said one of the ladies in the crew.
Angel laughed at the girl’s comment and shrugged. “Oh, well, let’s go then!” replied Angel. As Jenny opened the door, a loud voice called after her. Angel knew that voice from anywhere. It was Master Anu. Walking casually down the stairs.
For Fuck’s Sake! she thought, I can’t catch a break.
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bsp; “Beautiful ladies, are we off already?” Anu asked in his deep smooth voice. The four women turned around to their Master and all knelt. Angel was extremely embarrassed; she didn’t want Anu to see her dressed up. She was afraid of what he might think of her. She turned to face Anu, and he was staring directly at her as if no one else was around. Angel couldn’t feel his expressions or hear his thoughts; she anxiously began pulling her dress down, regretting that she settled for a skimpy piece of fabric as her attire. The girls were already down on one knee, leaving Angel the only one standing.
“Please, beautiful ladies, rise. Do not kneel. I can’t have you ruining your ensembles,” said Anu. Anu walked toward his loyal servants and kissed the backs of their hands in a charming gentlemanly manner. Angel could feel the girls gushy at his touch, feeling beautiful and appreciated. They genuinely loved their Master. She could feel the affection and it was sickening. “Jenny, you failed to tell me the Queen was joining you tonight,” he said.
“Apologies, Master Anu, she decided to join us at the last minute. I know you gave strict orders about not disturbing you, so I told Sammy. I guess he forgot to relay the message,” Jenny responded, worriedly.
“I haven’t seen him, but it's okay, no concerns here. You ladies go and wait in the jet. Don’t bother to kneel on your way out. I need to speak to the Queen in private for a moment.”
“Yes, Master,” the women said in unison as they walked away.
Anu was wearing the exact same outfit in Angel’s vision. The white tank top, silk black pajama bottoms, barefoot, hair loose to his shoulders, chiseled chest, and an enticing smile. She automatically started to feel herself getting moist and was sweating in humiliation. Shit, this can’t be happening. Of all the days I start getting excited, it’s the day I don’t wear panties, thought Angel. Anu walked closer to her as she backed up against the wall. He whispered in a low tone, “My Queen, you look stunning.”
Angel looked at Anu seductively, taking a deep breath until she gained the confidence to calm her nerves. “Oh, this old thing?” she said, smiling nervously. Angel tried to slip past Master Anu, but he gently grabbed her wrist. He held her sweaty hand up to his lips and tenderly kissed the back of it. Angel melted at the touch; however she refused to give in to her desire. She slowly pulled her hand away coyly and took another deep breath to regain her composure.
“You enjoy your night, Master. Your guests are waiting for you,” said Angel, glancing at the young blondes sitting at the dining table. Master Anu never acknowledged the young women, continuing to stare at Angel. Angel broke the uneasy silence between them. Although Master Anu had said he needed to speak with her, he was not saying anything.
“I have to go,” said Angel softly.
“Yes, of course. Enjoy yourself.”
Angel slowly slid herself out the door. Master Anu remained at the doorway staring at her as she walked away. It was at that moment, for the first time, Angel could feel his emotions. She felt his indecisiveness, his longing desire to call her back, and his slight inclination of jealousy. Angel realized that Anu was shielding his emotions from her the entire time. He purposely brought his guard down, knowing that Angel would be able to feel him out. Master Anu was hoping that Angel would turn around, run toward him, and share an intimate passionate kiss. Instead, she strolled toward the jet hanger, feeling empowered, and confident. She knew her night was going to be amazing.
The club was booming when they arrived. The line was wrapped around the corner and you could hear reggae music blasting in the air. It was a warm clear night, and people from all walks of life were out looking for the best place to party. Apparently, it happened to be Club An. Jenny walked past the line and approached the bouncer. The girls and Jenny flashed their red “A” tattoos on their inner wrist, and the bouncer admitted the girls without question. He, too, sported the tattoo on his inner wrist. The club was insanely crowded, and the music and vibe were hypnotizing. The reggae music had stopped and a live band playing merengue took its place. The dance floor was packed with humans just enjoying the moment.
Jenny’s eyes gleamed, her southern accent was loud above the music. “I’m already loving this place,” she said to Angel. “Let’s start with a shot.”
Everyone agreed and headed to the bar where there were six bartenders on duty. One of the ladies flagged down a bartender and flashed her A; they were quickly taken care of. The bartender assured Jenny that he would cater only to them all night. The girls started the night with shots of tequila, followed by fruity mixed drinks. Minutes later they were all laughing, telling jokes, and enjoying the club ambiance. Three of the ladies were asked to dance and went missing for four songs straight. Angel and Jenny were left drinking at the bar. This opportunity opened the door for Angel to learn a lot about her.
Jenny was the youngest of four and grew up in a small town in Maryville, Georgia. Her mother was a drunk and her dad disappeared when she was five years old, then reappeared when she turned seventeen. She hitchhiked across the United States and was a heavy drug user. Her first encounter with a V was in New York. During one of her drug binges, Jenny was out late walking the streets of Harlem. She was ambushed and dragged into a dark alley where she was violently raped and beaten by a newly-turned V.
“I was into some bad shit, doing drugs, and acting crazy. I guess I was looking for death. When it found me, I wanted to take it all back,” were her words to Angel. “Keiko was in a diner and noticed me stumbling out of the alley with my clothes torn, holding my neck. I was bleeding everywhere; the asshole V almost drained me and left me for dead. I guess the adrenaline of the dope kept me conscious because I was able to lift myself up and try to leave the scene. I was so stupid back then,” Jenny said sadly.
Seeing Jenny bleeding from her neck compelled Keiko to help her; she knew the human was attacked by a V. She brought her to Master Anu who was staying in a lavish hotel on Fifth Avenue. If word got out that Vs were attacking humans and leaving witnesses, that could jeopardize their existence. It would result in an investigation by the Leaders who would question every Master looking for the uncontrollable V. Whomever was found guilty, would result in disciplinary action for the Master and his line. The Master would have to give up half of their assets, including their most trusted people and any properties they owned. It was rare for the Leaders to get involved in such cases. Over the years the Masters agreed that they would work together and kill off any uncontrollable V themselves in order to avoid getting the Leaders involved. No one wanted to lose everything they worked so hard for over an idiot V. In the case where a Master refused to give up his assets, he/she would be stripped of their line, fangs, and demoted to another line as a servant. The punishment not only hurt a Master’s pride but also his legacy.
Master Anu and Keiko spent three days, too long, tracking Jenny’s V attacker. They contacted every Master in the New York City area. Masters generally respected and looked out for each other, especially when it came to not having the Leaders involved.
“They found the son of a bitch lurking in the shadows in the same alley where I was attacked. Master Anu ripped his head off and gave it to me on a platter, literally,” said Jenny loudly over the music.
Hearing the story, Angel laughed hysterically. She knew, at that point, she had to be feeling the effects of the alcohol if she thought ripping off the head of a V was funny.
“Seriously, I thought, what a sick bastard,” stated Jenny. “Apparently, the crazy V belonged to a female Master in New York City named Master Trish. I don’t know much about her, but I remember she was upset. She staked her lieutenant in front of us for turning the boy and not looking after him. She paid Master Anu $500,000 cash. I mean, like in a suitcase cash, for his help. If she had gotten caught by the Leaders, she would be broke or out of a line. I tell you, Queen, this Vampire law shit is serious business.” She continued, “Anyway, the Master gave the money to me and told me to stay out of trouble and get clean. They almost left me back in New York, but I begg
ed the Master to let me stay with him. I didn’t care what he was. I was a dope addict nothing really scared or surprised me. All I knew is that I wanted to be with the man who saved my life; it was the best I could offer. He told me he would only let me stay if I got clean, and I had no problem complying,”
Angel listened to the story intently while also taking shots of tequila in between. She now understood why Jenny worked so hard and was Master Anu’s most respected servant. She cleaned up her life in return for a second chance. Master Anu got her off the streets.
The band was gearing up the crowd and everyone was having a great time. The bartender served them two more shots, but this time it was raspberry lemon drops. Angel and Jenny downed them together, the raspberry flavor hitting Angel’s tongue with sweetness. She was feeling calm and radiant.
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