do them justice.
Tall, check .
Built, check .
Mean, check .
Ridiculously
hunkalious, double check .
Several
women swooned. One woman, closer to the front, fainted. Medics pushed their way
through the thick crowd and placed the young women on stretchers.
The
king on the left was slightly shorter, from tabloid pictures she’d seen, he had
to be Zane. Although short was the wrong description, the big vampire must be
at least around six and a half feet. He was meaner looking, with close cropped
hair. From this distance she could tell that he had dark, hard eyes. A nervous
chill radiated through her body.
King
Brant was taller and even though he had a massive chest and bulging arms, he
wasn’t quite as broad as the scary one. Neither was classically good-looking. Though
both radiated raw energy and sex appeal like nothing she’d ever seen before.
“Pick
me!” One of the women closer to the platform shouted waving her arms.
The
kings ignored her.
A
group to the side hoisted a ‘ Look over here’ sign. What was it with
these freaking women? For some reason it bothered her that they were so
desperate to become one of the next vampire queens that they would do anything
to get noticed? And the question of the hour was, why?
Turning
back to the platform, she noticed that the taller one, Brant, had medium length
dark hair, his eyes were dark and his mouth generous. Tanya was certain he
would be even more attractive if he smiled.
Both
men were tense. They just stood there, hands fisted at their sides. The crowd
grew restless. Some women tried to push to the front while others tried to
catch the attention of one or both of the men on the elevated platform.
Eventually,
Zane stepped forward, his hard eyes were fixed on her. What the hell? Adrenaline surged through her blood, but her mind immediately rejected the idea
that he was actually looking at her. It had to be some sort of mistake. His
eyes seemed to stay on her for a few more seconds. Just as she began to feel
the need to look around her for the true object of his fascination, his gaze
moved to the back of the crowd. She breathed out in a gush.
“You,”
his gruff, smoky voice was a low vibration. He pointed somewhere behind Tanya.
An
equally big, equally mean looking man came onto the platform from the side. King
Zane didn’t take his eyes off the female he had set his sights on the entire
time he spoke to what had to be his head guard. All of the surrounding men were
dressed in full leather. Though, this one wore a silver family crest on his
chest.
Tanya
shivered, thankful she hadn’t been chosen by the likes of him.
Zane
continued to shout orders. The head guard, flanked by two vampires, stepped off
the platform and stalked through the crowd. Tanya shifted to the side as they
approached. They were big bastards. The women surged forward. One dared to
touch. The king’s head guard paused, without turning to face the culprit, he
growled. His top lip curled revealing sharp fangs. The air caught in her lungs.
Her pulse quickened.
They
were so close, Tanya could smell a musky male scent, could almost feel heat
radiate off their huge bodies as they passed.
“You,”
a deep growl sounded through the crowd.
“No,”
a feminine wail responded. “Let go of me!”
Tanya
was too afraid to turn. So close to the action, she was fearful of being
noticed.
Another
wail, louder this time.
“Put
me down!” the woman shrieked. It seemed Tanya was not the only one there that
didn’t want to be chosen.
Tanya
moved with the crowd as the guards passed, the woman was slung over the
shoulder of the head guard. She kicked and screamed. The big vampire didn’t
seem to notice though. Tanya caught the look of sheer terror on the young
woman’s face.
This
wasn’t right.
How
could this be allowed to happen? Tanya looked
around her at the multitude of willing ladies. Women that were practically
throwing themselves at the vampire kings. Why did the SOB have to go
Tall, check .
Built, check .
Mean, check .
Ridiculously
hunkalious, double check .
Several
women swooned. One woman, closer to the front, fainted. Medics pushed their way
through the thick crowd and placed the young women on stretchers.
The
king on the left was slightly shorter, from tabloid pictures she’d seen, he had
to be Zane. Although short was the wrong description, the big vampire must be
at least around six and a half feet. He was meaner looking, with close cropped
hair. From this distance she could tell that he had dark, hard eyes. A nervous
chill radiated through her body.
King
Brant was taller and even though he had a massive chest and bulging arms, he
wasn’t quite as broad as the scary one. Neither was classically good-looking. Though
both radiated raw energy and sex appeal like nothing she’d ever seen before.
“Pick
me!” One of the women closer to the platform shouted waving her arms.
The
kings ignored her.
A
group to the side hoisted a ‘ Look over here’ sign. What was it with
these freaking women? For some reason it bothered her that they were so
desperate to become one of the next vampire queens that they would do anything
to get noticed? And the question of the hour was, why?
Turning
back to the platform, she noticed that the taller one, Brant, had medium length
dark hair, his eyes were dark and his mouth generous. Tanya was certain he
would be even more attractive if he smiled.
Both
men were tense. They just stood there, hands fisted at their sides. The crowd
grew restless. Some women tried to push to the front while others tried to
catch the attention of one or both of the men on the elevated platform.
Eventually,
Zane stepped forward, his hard eyes were fixed on her. What the hell? Adrenaline surged through her blood, but her mind immediately rejected the idea
that he was actually looking at her. It had to be some sort of mistake. His
eyes seemed to stay on her for a few more seconds. Just as she began to feel
the need to look around her for the true object of his fascination, his gaze
moved to the back of the crowd. She breathed out in a gush.
“You,”
his gruff, smoky voice was a low vibration. He pointed somewhere behind Tanya.
An
equally big, equally mean looking man came onto the platform from the side. King
Zane didn’t take his eyes off the female he had set his sights on the entire
time he spoke to what had to be his head guard. All of the surrounding men were
dressed in full leather. Though, this one wore a silver family crest on his
chest.
Tanya
shivered, thankful she hadn’t been chosen by the likes of him.
Zane
continued to shout orders. The head guard, flanked by two vampires, stepped off
the platform and stalked through the crowd. Tanya shifted to the side as they
approached. They were big bastards. The women surged forward. One dared to
touch. The king’s head guard paused, without turning to face the culprit, he
growled. His top lip curled revealing sharp fangs. The air caught in her lungs.
Her pulse quickened.
They
were so close, Tanya could smell a musky male scent, could almost feel heat
radiate off their huge bodies as they passed.
“You,”
a deep growl sounded through the crowd.
“No,”
a feminine wail responded. “Let go of me!”
Tanya
was too afraid to turn. So close to the action, she was fearful of being
noticed.
Another
wail, louder this time.
“Put
me down!” the woman shrieked. It seemed Tanya was not the only one there that
didn’t want to be chosen.
Tanya
moved with the crowd as the guards passed, the woman was slung over the
shoulder of the head guard. She kicked and screamed. The big vampire didn’t
seem to notice though. Tanya caught the look of sheer terror on the young
woman’s face.
This
wasn’t right.
How
could this be allowed to happen? Tanya looked
around her at the multitude of willing ladies. Women that were practically
throwing themselves at the vampire kings. Why did the SOB have to go
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