The Vault
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Ann Hollie
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Ann Hollie
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Aurora and Talia took seats at the bar. Saturday night in the French Quarter meant a busy night
at The Vault. The girls had ordered the club’s signature drink; a bloody martini. Everything
about the club screamed vampire yet it was just a gimmick to lure in the tourist and the Goth
natives of the area. At least this is what most people thought. Those born of magick knew of
true vampires still living in New Orleans. The blood of the old vampires ran deep in the family
lines, yet the descendants lived and breathed like every other human with one difference - they
had a hunger. Talia and Aurora understood the hunger and knew that it came in different
forms.
For some, it was sexual; the hunger feeding off of the orgasmic state of another. While those
cursed with psychic hunger, tended to feed on individuals with strong auras. Most people didn’
t even realize they were the hunted unless they came from a magickal upbringing. Still, the
hunger for blood was still the most common form.
The girls knew the most living vampires of New Orleans, but they also knew the few true
walking dead; they were young for vampires barely reaching 200 years old. They took on
spouses to keep them in blood, but more importantly it gave them a tie to their humanity. The
local Voodist, Shamans, and even the priest kept close watch on the dead vampires. It was a
dance really, as long as they stayed with in the laws of man they could exist peacefully. But
cross that line and every religious leader in the area would be looking to destroy the vampires.
Aurora and Talia drank in the atmosphere of the evening. They were both dressed in black
slacks and wore matching heels. Talia’s silk poet shirt was of the deepest shades of red nearing
black, while Aurora went for a silver kimono top graced with white cranes in flight. The girls
were breathtaking, yet very comfortable. They had just finished closing their store and were
looking to kick back and relax. Masters, the club owner/manager was still making his move to
reclaim Talia - even if just for the night. Masters was rumored to be a true vampire. The girls
knew this wasn’t true, but it was good for business. He was 6’ tall with fair skin and dark
blond hair soft as silk that flowed down to his waist. His hair complemented his ice blue eyes
and his rugged five o’clock shadow. He was solid, weighing about 200lbs. - definitely a ladies
man and definitely the bad boy you would give anything to fuck.
Tonight was like any other night, Masters was dressed in black leather with a see through silver
shirt strategically buttoned to show off his nipple piercing. To top off the illusion, he wore his
ceramic fangs. Women were just helpless against that much man. All he had to do was smile
and he could have as many women as he wanted for the night.
Aurora couldn’t help but gaze at Masters. He noticed her eyes watching him, carefully studying
his body. He decided to make his move.
“Aurora you look as if you want a taste,” his voice heavy and sexy with the Creole tone.
“Bite me Masters.” she snapped.
“I would love to if you give me a chance. Just ask Talia, I love to eat.”
Aurora was stunned as she looked at her friend. Talia seemed to be caught in a flash back.
“Talia,” she demanded. “How could you fuck him? I mean, really.”
Talia gave her friend a devilish smile “Look at him! Do you honestly think I could pass up an
opportunity like that?”
Aurora was annoyed with her friend, and even more so with Masters. Talia got up from the bar
moving toward Masters’ office. Aurora noticed he was moving in the same direction from the
behind the bar. Great, here we go again, she thought to herself. Aurora watched Masters as he
opened the door for Talia. As Talia walked through the doorway, Masters turned to look at
Aurora and gave her a jester to come join in. Flipping him the finger, she turned back to face
the glass at the back of the bar.
Pissed, Aurora ordered another martini. Then she felt it; the cold of thousands of years. Her
magick stirred as if greeting a lover. But that was impossible - she was devoted to Simeon and
had never even looked at another man. Yet this stir of magick was turning into lust. The cold
began to dance on her skin. She felt her nipples tighten; whatever this was, it had her. Her eyes
were drawn to the stairs that descended into The Vault. There stood a man around 6’ with
pale, olive tinted skin. As he approached her, the details of his body came clearer. His eyes were
the blue of midnight. He had full rich lips and soft curls of jet black which cascaded around his
shoulders. Aurora thought he looked like a Greek god. He had strong chiseled facial features;
his every move seemed so full of grace. With his eyes only on Aurora, he continued to move
closer.
Aurora couldn’t look away. She felt trapped. She could see he was traveling with about six
others. All were incredibly old - the walking dead. Panic gripped her. He was the oldest
vampire she had ever encountered. She sensed he was well over a thousand years old – the
aura around him was just too strong. She didn’t feel as if he were be-spelling her, yet her
magick held her from moving away from him.
Without warning, Masters grabbed Aurora, swinging her away from the man and forcing a
brash kiss upon her lips. Stunned, she moved to slap Masters, but he caught her hand with
liquid speed.
“Get off me you son of bitch!” she screamed. Aurora felt her magick raging from being drawn
away from this vampire. She wanted him. Her magick wanted him.
“Aurora, get a grip!” demanded Talia “Your magick is out of control. The whole damn club is
caught in your aura!”
Aurora was still caught up in her own magick. “Don’t touch me! I can’t think,” she said as
she pushed Masters away. Aurora was struggling to contain her magick, but she was only
drowning in the power of it.
Masters grabbed Aurora into his arms while she continued to fight back as if under attack. Talia
looked at her friend and gave an apologetic look before placing her under a strong sleep spell.
Masters placed Aurora in the backseat of his car. Talia climbed into the passenger seat and
looked over at Masters. “Who was that? And what the hell happened?” she questioned.
Masters gave Talia a long tired look, “That was Konstantinos. And if he’s in town, death will
follow.”
at The Vault. The girls had ordered the club’s signature drink; a bloody martini. Everything
about the club screamed vampire yet it was just a gimmick to lure in the tourist and the Goth
natives of the area. At least this is what most people thought. Those born of magick knew of
true vampires still living in New Orleans. The blood of the old vampires ran deep in the family
lines, yet the descendants lived and breathed like every other human with one difference - they
had a hunger. Talia and Aurora understood the hunger and knew that it came in different
forms.
For some, it was sexual; the hunger feeding off of the orgasmic state of another. While those
cursed with psychic hunger, tended to feed on individuals with strong auras. Most people didn’
t even realize they were the hunted unless they came from a magickal upbringing. Still, the
hunger for blood was still the most common form.
The girls knew the most living vampires of New Orleans, but they also knew the few true
walking dead; they were young for vampires barely reaching 200 years old. They took on
spouses to keep them in blood, but more importantly it gave them a tie to their humanity. The
local Voodist, Shamans, and even the priest kept close watch on the dead vampires. It was a
dance really, as long as they stayed with in the laws of man they could exist peacefully. But
cross that line and every religious leader in the area would be looking to destroy the vampires.
Aurora and Talia drank in the atmosphere of the evening. They were both dressed in black
slacks and wore matching heels. Talia’s silk poet shirt was of the deepest shades of red nearing
black, while Aurora went for a silver kimono top graced with white cranes in flight. The girls
were breathtaking, yet very comfortable. They had just finished closing their store and were
looking to kick back and relax. Masters, the club owner/manager was still making his move to
reclaim Talia - even if just for the night. Masters was rumored to be a true vampire. The girls
knew this wasn’t true, but it was good for business. He was 6’ tall with fair skin and dark
blond hair soft as silk that flowed down to his waist. His hair complemented his ice blue eyes
and his rugged five o’clock shadow. He was solid, weighing about 200lbs. - definitely a ladies
man and definitely the bad boy you would give anything to fuck.
Tonight was like any other night, Masters was dressed in black leather with a see through silver
shirt strategically buttoned to show off his nipple piercing. To top off the illusion, he wore his
ceramic fangs. Women were just helpless against that much man. All he had to do was smile
and he could have as many women as he wanted for the night.
Aurora couldn’t help but gaze at Masters. He noticed her eyes watching him, carefully studying
his body. He decided to make his move.
“Aurora you look as if you want a taste,” his voice heavy and sexy with the Creole tone.
“Bite me Masters.” she snapped.
“I would love to if you give me a chance. Just ask Talia, I love to eat.”
Aurora was stunned as she looked at her friend. Talia seemed to be caught in a flash back.
“Talia,” she demanded. “How could you fuck him? I mean, really.”
Talia gave her friend a devilish smile “Look at him! Do you honestly think I could pass up an
opportunity like that?”
Aurora was annoyed with her friend, and even more so with Masters. Talia got up from the bar
moving toward Masters’ office. Aurora noticed he was moving in the same direction from the
behind the bar. Great, here we go again, she thought to herself. Aurora watched Masters as he
opened the door for Talia. As Talia walked through the doorway, Masters turned to look at
Aurora and gave her a jester to come join in. Flipping him the finger, she turned back to face
the glass at the back of the bar.
Pissed, Aurora ordered another martini. Then she felt it; the cold of thousands of years. Her
magick stirred as if greeting a lover. But that was impossible - she was devoted to Simeon and
had never even looked at another man. Yet this stir of magick was turning into lust. The cold
began to dance on her skin. She felt her nipples tighten; whatever this was, it had her. Her eyes
were drawn to the stairs that descended into The Vault. There stood a man around 6’ with
pale, olive tinted skin. As he approached her, the details of his body came clearer. His eyes were
the blue of midnight. He had full rich lips and soft curls of jet black which cascaded around his
shoulders. Aurora thought he looked like a Greek god. He had strong chiseled facial features;
his every move seemed so full of grace. With his eyes only on Aurora, he continued to move
closer.
Aurora couldn’t look away. She felt trapped. She could see he was traveling with about six
others. All were incredibly old - the walking dead. Panic gripped her. He was the oldest
vampire she had ever encountered. She sensed he was well over a thousand years old – the
aura around him was just too strong. She didn’t feel as if he were be-spelling her, yet her
magick held her from moving away from him.
Without warning, Masters grabbed Aurora, swinging her away from the man and forcing a
brash kiss upon her lips. Stunned, she moved to slap Masters, but he caught her hand with
liquid speed.
“Get off me you son of bitch!” she screamed. Aurora felt her magick raging from being drawn
away from this vampire. She wanted him. Her magick wanted him.
“Aurora, get a grip!” demanded Talia “Your magick is out of control. The whole damn club is
caught in your aura!”
Aurora was still caught up in her own magick. “Don’t touch me! I can’t think,” she said as
she pushed Masters away. Aurora was struggling to contain her magick, but she was only
drowning in the power of it.
Masters grabbed Aurora into his arms while she continued to fight back as if under attack. Talia
looked at her friend and gave an apologetic look before placing her under a strong sleep spell.
Masters placed Aurora in the backseat of his car. Talia climbed into the passenger seat and
looked over at Masters. “Who was that? And what the hell happened?” she questioned.
Masters gave Talia a long tired look, “That was Konstantinos. And if he’s in town, death will
follow.”