Crimson: An Ultimate Power Series Novella (The Ultimate Power Series #1.5) by L.H. Cosway Page A
Authors: L.H. Cosway
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between myself and Lucas) has really taken off in the last couple of months. Vampires around the city are falling over themselves to supply me with goods and services. It's all rather boring to be honest, but needs must.
As I leave through the staff doorway and enter the main area of the club, the thumping beat of the music assaults my ears. I like this song. Something about sleeping now in the fire. The place is packed with human clubbers, all out for a good time. I have designed the club to cater to the alternative set; Goths, punks and heavy metallers. I suppose they are the humans most inclined to provide blood. Wild and misadventurous. Not that it takes a lot of convincing; all I need to do is focus my gaze on a human and they instantly yield to my will.
I make my way through the bodies. The smell of blood filling my nostrils is the finest scent I could ask for, enhanced by the slight touch of sweat as it drips from those gyrating on the dance floor. My senses allow me to hear every heartbeat. They thump as a whole and meld together, making the most glorious sound as it mixes with the heavy music.
Not once in my life, which has spanned almost three centuries, have I lost my fascination with human kind. They are so vibrant, so vital. Despite the fact that I have never felt anything as strong as love for them, I hold an intense affection for the fact that they provide me with an abundant source of entertainment and sustenance.
Speaking of the former, a female with short, spiky bleach blond hair reaches out and latches onto my arm, a suggestive look in her pale brown eyes. I would perhaps have shown her a good time, if it weren't for the fact that I have only just fed. I give her a regretful shake of my head, and she looks disappointed before she releases her grip on my arm and I continue to the VIP section where I am to meet with Nicu.
I spot the old codger sitting at a table surrounded by several female vampires, as well as my sister Delilah. Nicu and my father had always gotten along because they had one thing in common, and that was a rampant addiction to the company of the fairer sex. Nicu is well into his eight hundredth year, and yet he is still as virile as ever. He has one hand placed on the thigh of a brunette, while the other rubs up and down the bare arm of a busty blond.
“Ah, young Cristescu,” he greets me as I approach his table with a wry smile on my lips. It is quite a novelty to be referred to as young, although I imagine that in Nicu's eyes I am merely a pup. “Come and join us,” he finishes, before placing a kiss on the neck of the blonde.
I take a seat in between the two other women, who I recognise as regulars here at the club. Although, for the life of me I cannot recall their names. They both smile as I sit, one of them leaning in particularly close to me. At times I enjoy the company of females of my own species, however when it comes to copulation I have always preferred the allure of humans. The scent of their wondrous blood and the fragility of their short lives makes them so much more attractive to my senses.
“How are you this fine evening, Nicu?” I ask cordially, and nod to the barman to bring me over my usual tipple – scotch on the rocks. I developed a taste for it back when I spent the best part of a decade in the early 20 th century in Edinburgh. A beautiful city that I have always adored.
“Oh, just wonderful,” he replies, a wide grin on his dark face as he clutches the ladies on either side of him even closer. I feel a small touch of nostalgia listening to Nicu's accent, as it is so like my father's had been – changed over the years of a long life, but still with that slight hint of Romanian.
“Good. I hope my staff are keeping you well lubricated,” I tell him, and he smiles again agreeably while toasting me with his glass of champagne.
I allow Nicu to focus his attention on the ladies for a time, while I scan the main area of the night
As I leave through the staff doorway and enter the main area of the club, the thumping beat of the music assaults my ears. I like this song. Something about sleeping now in the fire. The place is packed with human clubbers, all out for a good time. I have designed the club to cater to the alternative set; Goths, punks and heavy metallers. I suppose they are the humans most inclined to provide blood. Wild and misadventurous. Not that it takes a lot of convincing; all I need to do is focus my gaze on a human and they instantly yield to my will.
I make my way through the bodies. The smell of blood filling my nostrils is the finest scent I could ask for, enhanced by the slight touch of sweat as it drips from those gyrating on the dance floor. My senses allow me to hear every heartbeat. They thump as a whole and meld together, making the most glorious sound as it mixes with the heavy music.
Not once in my life, which has spanned almost three centuries, have I lost my fascination with human kind. They are so vibrant, so vital. Despite the fact that I have never felt anything as strong as love for them, I hold an intense affection for the fact that they provide me with an abundant source of entertainment and sustenance.
Speaking of the former, a female with short, spiky bleach blond hair reaches out and latches onto my arm, a suggestive look in her pale brown eyes. I would perhaps have shown her a good time, if it weren't for the fact that I have only just fed. I give her a regretful shake of my head, and she looks disappointed before she releases her grip on my arm and I continue to the VIP section where I am to meet with Nicu.
I spot the old codger sitting at a table surrounded by several female vampires, as well as my sister Delilah. Nicu and my father had always gotten along because they had one thing in common, and that was a rampant addiction to the company of the fairer sex. Nicu is well into his eight hundredth year, and yet he is still as virile as ever. He has one hand placed on the thigh of a brunette, while the other rubs up and down the bare arm of a busty blond.
“Ah, young Cristescu,” he greets me as I approach his table with a wry smile on my lips. It is quite a novelty to be referred to as young, although I imagine that in Nicu's eyes I am merely a pup. “Come and join us,” he finishes, before placing a kiss on the neck of the blonde.
I take a seat in between the two other women, who I recognise as regulars here at the club. Although, for the life of me I cannot recall their names. They both smile as I sit, one of them leaning in particularly close to me. At times I enjoy the company of females of my own species, however when it comes to copulation I have always preferred the allure of humans. The scent of their wondrous blood and the fragility of their short lives makes them so much more attractive to my senses.
“How are you this fine evening, Nicu?” I ask cordially, and nod to the barman to bring me over my usual tipple – scotch on the rocks. I developed a taste for it back when I spent the best part of a decade in the early 20 th century in Edinburgh. A beautiful city that I have always adored.
“Oh, just wonderful,” he replies, a wide grin on his dark face as he clutches the ladies on either side of him even closer. I feel a small touch of nostalgia listening to Nicu's accent, as it is so like my father's had been – changed over the years of a long life, but still with that slight hint of Romanian.
“Good. I hope my staff are keeping you well lubricated,” I tell him, and he smiles again agreeably while toasting me with his glass of champagne.
I allow Nicu to focus his attention on the ladies for a time, while I scan the main area of the night
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