gave him her sweetest most innocent smile. "I wouldn't lie to you. There aren't many men I like this way but you're real sexy."
When all else fails appeal to their vanity and their basest instincts and desires.
Gabriella was gratified, with a smile and a wink he stepped aside. She would threaten him when he got back with what Francesca would do to him if she found out he had let her leave. He would never collect on what he thought she had offered him.
She rushed outside. Francesca was long gone. Gabriella ran along the drive. She was ignored by the vampire guards at the main gate, Francesca obviously thought Gabriella was going to remain inside the main building. Looking up and down the street she saw no sign of the other vampiress.
Gabriella sniffed the cool post-dusk air. In a flash she had located and identified Francesca's individual scent. She left the half refurbished steelworks and followed after the familiar aroma. It followed the road that led into the city centre, though it would surely stop before then. If they travelled into the centre they went by car or van because it took so long to get there and they needed to make sure they could get back by dawn. Besides Francesca didn't like to waste the energy.
As she followed the scenery around her underwent a gradual change. The industrial neighbourhood was left behind and gave way to little clumps of civilisation. The trail continued on past an out of town shopping centre. A pretty young woman walked out of a twenty-four hour supermarket carrying a pair of plastic carrier bags. That woman was lucky, if Gabriella had had the time to spare she would be dead.
But Gabriella had to go on, leaving a perfectly suitable victim behind. She walked past another small clump of housing and still the trail went on. The residential area gave way again. The next signs of human life were the large blocky buildings that they took over and made into night-clubs.
Long rows of people queued around the corners of the buildings waiting to get in. The twin perfumes of excitement and lust charged the air. Gabriella took long deep inhalations and realised that Francesca's scent lingered here. It did not continue any further.
So Gabriella joined the end of one of the queues. She had not brought any money with her but a quick chat to one of the single guys near her got her the cash she needed plus a little extra for drinks. Gabriella made with the girlie talk and gave him a false phone number. He wanted to stick with her in the club but she told him she had to find a girlfriend and he eventually relented. If it had been possible to take him somewhere more private she would have killed him and taken the money she needed but this way worked better in these circumstances.
Gabriella had been in clubs like this before but it was in no way a regular part of her lifestyle. And the times she had been before she had always been with Francesca. She cast her eyes over the predominantly youthful crowd. The flashing lights gave all of their faces a pale sheen. Coupled with the makeup some of the women plastered themselves in, this made some of them seem even fairer skinned than Gabriella.
She kept to the edge of the room while she searched the dance floor for her vampire lover. Her nose told her that Francesca was in here but it did not give her an exact location.
More than once Gabriella was approached by young men giving her the come on, offering to buy her drinks or giving her corny lines. Every time Gabriella brushed them off. The attention they paid her was flattering, and she had to admit that the way she moved and held herself would only be adding to any attraction, but she was a girl with a mission. However, she found it impossible not to move flirtatiously, even giving her hips a suggestive little wiggle when she felt eyes on the tight material concealing her rear end.
Eventually she spied her Mistress. She was standing at the bar, with an untouched drink in her hand. The painted nails on
When all else fails appeal to their vanity and their basest instincts and desires.
Gabriella was gratified, with a smile and a wink he stepped aside. She would threaten him when he got back with what Francesca would do to him if she found out he had let her leave. He would never collect on what he thought she had offered him.
She rushed outside. Francesca was long gone. Gabriella ran along the drive. She was ignored by the vampire guards at the main gate, Francesca obviously thought Gabriella was going to remain inside the main building. Looking up and down the street she saw no sign of the other vampiress.
Gabriella sniffed the cool post-dusk air. In a flash she had located and identified Francesca's individual scent. She left the half refurbished steelworks and followed after the familiar aroma. It followed the road that led into the city centre, though it would surely stop before then. If they travelled into the centre they went by car or van because it took so long to get there and they needed to make sure they could get back by dawn. Besides Francesca didn't like to waste the energy.
As she followed the scenery around her underwent a gradual change. The industrial neighbourhood was left behind and gave way to little clumps of civilisation. The trail continued on past an out of town shopping centre. A pretty young woman walked out of a twenty-four hour supermarket carrying a pair of plastic carrier bags. That woman was lucky, if Gabriella had had the time to spare she would be dead.
But Gabriella had to go on, leaving a perfectly suitable victim behind. She walked past another small clump of housing and still the trail went on. The residential area gave way again. The next signs of human life were the large blocky buildings that they took over and made into night-clubs.
Long rows of people queued around the corners of the buildings waiting to get in. The twin perfumes of excitement and lust charged the air. Gabriella took long deep inhalations and realised that Francesca's scent lingered here. It did not continue any further.
So Gabriella joined the end of one of the queues. She had not brought any money with her but a quick chat to one of the single guys near her got her the cash she needed plus a little extra for drinks. Gabriella made with the girlie talk and gave him a false phone number. He wanted to stick with her in the club but she told him she had to find a girlfriend and he eventually relented. If it had been possible to take him somewhere more private she would have killed him and taken the money she needed but this way worked better in these circumstances.
Gabriella had been in clubs like this before but it was in no way a regular part of her lifestyle. And the times she had been before she had always been with Francesca. She cast her eyes over the predominantly youthful crowd. The flashing lights gave all of their faces a pale sheen. Coupled with the makeup some of the women plastered themselves in, this made some of them seem even fairer skinned than Gabriella.
She kept to the edge of the room while she searched the dance floor for her vampire lover. Her nose told her that Francesca was in here but it did not give her an exact location.
More than once Gabriella was approached by young men giving her the come on, offering to buy her drinks or giving her corny lines. Every time Gabriella brushed them off. The attention they paid her was flattering, and she had to admit that the way she moved and held herself would only be adding to any attraction, but she was a girl with a mission. However, she found it impossible not to move flirtatiously, even giving her hips a suggestive little wiggle when she felt eyes on the tight material concealing her rear end.
Eventually she spied her Mistress. She was standing at the bar, with an untouched drink in her hand. The painted nails on
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