Crimson: An Ultimate Power Series Novella (The Ultimate Power Series #1.5) by L.H. Cosway Page B
Authors: L.H. Cosway
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club below me. The humans move about in a sea of intoxication. My mind is slightly elsewhere, since Nicu's presence is causing my thoughts to wander to my father, and how he is no longer with us. Of course, it has been almost two decades since he passed, yet it always hurts to think of his death.
We had not been on the best of terms when he'd died after being viciously attacked by a group of vigilante vampire slayers while on a trip to Rome with one of his concubines. He should have lived for another three hundred years, and yet, his life was snatched away from him by a few measly humans because they had caught him alone and unawares.
We had fought before he had gone on the trip. His persistent whoring had finally worn away at my nerves and I had accused him of being disrespectful to the memory of my deceased mother. Well, I had expressed my anger in words much more unsavoury than that, but I won't repeat them now. So, he had gone away furious with me and I with him, and we had never had the chance to reconcile our differences.
This is perhaps the main reason why I now keep my half-sister Delilah so close to me. My father had loved her greatly, even though she was a dhamphir, because she had been his only daughter. I had never cared for her particularly up until his death, but I had decided that protecting her and giving her the best life possible would be my way of making things right with dear old dad.
It's funny really, because now I would not give her up for anything in the world. She has grown on me a good deal. There are many vampires who look down on the fact that I allow her to live among us, and not on the other side of the city with the rest of the dhamphirs. They can complain all they want. It won't do any good, because Delilah is staying exactly where she is.
Nicu clears his throat then, distracting me from my thoughts. “So Cristescu, shall we get down to business?” he asks, rising from his current seat and shooing the women who had been seated next to me away so that he can sit down.
“Of course,” I answer smoothly.
For the next half an hour we discuss the terms for him supplying the club with a stock of alcoholic beverages from his warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Nicu is one of those vampires who always has his fingers in a wide range of pies, wholesaling being one of them.
I have had a variety of different businesses over the years, but currently I am focusing my attentions solely on the running of Crimson. It's quite the little earner too. I've only been open for four months and already I'm making a phenomenal profit. Perhaps the humans are subconsciously drawn to the allure of the vampires who dwell here, who will feed on them and give them a wonderfully euphoric high. All it costs is a drop or two of their tasty blood.
Nicu's voice becomes slightly hushed once we begin discussing a new beverage he is distributing, designed solely for the consumption of vampires. Red wine laced with a hint of human blood. My interest piques at this, and I agree to give it a trial run at the bar in the VIP section, where the vampire clientele order their drinks.
Once we are finished with the business talk, Nicu goes back to the vampire lovelies on the other side of the table, and the two who had been sitting next to me earlier return to their places. They talk to me of various inconsequential topics of conversation, but I'm not particularly in the mood to bed either of them tonight.
Delilah is still sitting silently close by, sipping on a glass of white wine. I gesture for her to come and join me, as it will provide me with the chance to get rid of the overeager ladies currently seeking my affections. Stubbornly, they move out of the way for my sister and she comes to chat with me for a bit.
After a while Delilah falls silent, and I notice her attention is latched onto something or someone beyond where we are seated. She seems intrigued, which is a first because it takes a great
We had not been on the best of terms when he'd died after being viciously attacked by a group of vigilante vampire slayers while on a trip to Rome with one of his concubines. He should have lived for another three hundred years, and yet, his life was snatched away from him by a few measly humans because they had caught him alone and unawares.
We had fought before he had gone on the trip. His persistent whoring had finally worn away at my nerves and I had accused him of being disrespectful to the memory of my deceased mother. Well, I had expressed my anger in words much more unsavoury than that, but I won't repeat them now. So, he had gone away furious with me and I with him, and we had never had the chance to reconcile our differences.
This is perhaps the main reason why I now keep my half-sister Delilah so close to me. My father had loved her greatly, even though she was a dhamphir, because she had been his only daughter. I had never cared for her particularly up until his death, but I had decided that protecting her and giving her the best life possible would be my way of making things right with dear old dad.
It's funny really, because now I would not give her up for anything in the world. She has grown on me a good deal. There are many vampires who look down on the fact that I allow her to live among us, and not on the other side of the city with the rest of the dhamphirs. They can complain all they want. It won't do any good, because Delilah is staying exactly where she is.
Nicu clears his throat then, distracting me from my thoughts. “So Cristescu, shall we get down to business?” he asks, rising from his current seat and shooing the women who had been seated next to me away so that he can sit down.
“Of course,” I answer smoothly.
For the next half an hour we discuss the terms for him supplying the club with a stock of alcoholic beverages from his warehouse on the outskirts of the city. Nicu is one of those vampires who always has his fingers in a wide range of pies, wholesaling being one of them.
I have had a variety of different businesses over the years, but currently I am focusing my attentions solely on the running of Crimson. It's quite the little earner too. I've only been open for four months and already I'm making a phenomenal profit. Perhaps the humans are subconsciously drawn to the allure of the vampires who dwell here, who will feed on them and give them a wonderfully euphoric high. All it costs is a drop or two of their tasty blood.
Nicu's voice becomes slightly hushed once we begin discussing a new beverage he is distributing, designed solely for the consumption of vampires. Red wine laced with a hint of human blood. My interest piques at this, and I agree to give it a trial run at the bar in the VIP section, where the vampire clientele order their drinks.
Once we are finished with the business talk, Nicu goes back to the vampire lovelies on the other side of the table, and the two who had been sitting next to me earlier return to their places. They talk to me of various inconsequential topics of conversation, but I'm not particularly in the mood to bed either of them tonight.
Delilah is still sitting silently close by, sipping on a glass of white wine. I gesture for her to come and join me, as it will provide me with the chance to get rid of the overeager ladies currently seeking my affections. Stubbornly, they move out of the way for my sister and she comes to chat with me for a bit.
After a while Delilah falls silent, and I notice her attention is latched onto something or someone beyond where we are seated. She seems intrigued, which is a first because it takes a great
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