Paranormal Romance: Chosen By Two Vampires (New Adult Threesome Vampire Romance Short Stories MFM Menage MMF Alpha) by A.J. Lewis Page A

said.
    “Turn left,” said Ana.
    They turned left and went up the hill, winding between the old stone houses, avoiding the tourists who climbed slowly with their backpacks and red sunburned shoulders.  
    “Take a right here,” said Ana.
    “It's one-way.”
    “Well, it's to the right of us, so you need to turn right.”
    “Well, I can't because it's a one-way street.”
    “Mum, it's just there.  You can see it.”
    “It doesn't matter, I can't turn into that street.”
    “Don't be stupid, it's ten yards away.”
    “Hey,” said Jenny.  “That's enough.”
    She drove on to the top of hill and turned right along a main street and then took the first right back down again.
    “Is this the street?” Jenny asked.
    “Next one,” muttered Ana.
    They found the guest house at the end of the street.  It was a grand old terraced building made from stone, warmly lit by the afternoon sunlight. 
    “Oh,” said Jenny, “good choice, honey.  Looks very traditional.  Hope we get an old-fashioned guest house owner with her hair in curlers and a cigarette in her mouth.”
    She parked at the end of the street and stepped out of the car and stood stretching, breathing in the fresh air.
    “Feels nice,” she said.  “The sea air.”
    Ana stayed in the car and Jenny leaned in through the window and said, “Did you print out the booking?”
    “On my phone,” said Ana.
    “Well, come on then,” said Jenny.

Chapter Three
     
    They walked up the path through a neatly tended rose garden tot he front door and Jenny pressed the doorbell.  She moved down her sunglasses to survey the street and as she turned back to the door she looked at the large bay window next to her and involuntarily jumped backwards, feeling Ana jump back with her.
    Staring back at her, not three feet away was a white face, peering between the red velvet curtains.  It had extravagant black eyebrows that curved over large eyes either side of a long sharp nose.  The chin was similarly sharp and upturned.  The face was framed by lank, black hair that was slicked into a parting that Jenny couldn't say was either very fashionable, or really the very opposite.
    The curtain was opened and two hands pulled up the window and the head ducked out.  The man was wearing a black roll-neck sweater that exaggerated the whiteness of his face and hands, with their long, bony fingers.  Jenny thought he looked like a mime artist.
    “Good afternoon,” the man said with a heavy European accent.  He laughed.  “My apologies, I think I may have frightened you a little.”
    He grinned at them.  Taking his time to look at them, first at Jenny and then at Ana.  Jenny felt Ana shift a little, uneasily.
    “I trust you had a pleasant journey,” he said.
    “Very good,” said Jenny.  “Traffic wasn't too bad at all.”
    “Excellent,” said the man.  “Excuse me,” he said and unexpectedly took out a cigarette and lit it, exhaling smoke into the street.  “Ahhh,” he said, with obvious satisfaction.  “Excellent,” he said, nodding.  “Excellent.  The traffic in England can be very tiresome, can it not?”
    “Sometimes,” said Jenny, “but we didn't have too far to come.”
    “You are English?” the man asked, pointing the cigarette at both of them.  “Hmm,” he said, not waiting for their answer.  “I see.”  He considered them and smiled as if to say, yes, it was acceptable to be English.  “Excuse me,” he said, “I am Razvan.”  He said this as if they should have been impressed and for a moment Jenny wondered whether she had seen him before.  He seemed familiar, as if she had seen him on a reality television show about odd people. 
    Razvan held out his hand to her and she shook it.  The fingers really were very long.  They wrapped around her hand completely and she could feel the bones not very far below the translucent skin.
    Then he held his hand out for Ana too, which Jenny was unsure about.  Ana took it and shook it