gate-crashers who didn’t want to be turned away. Our group of vampire warriors stayed out there for several minutes. They wanted to make sure that there weren’t others who were about to mount an attack.
Like Pierre had called to them (and he probably had done just that), the vampire posse turned and headed back to the office building. They were very fast. What little I saw of their faces didn’t give away any emotion. It was like they were ninja accountants or something.
Hamlet was watching, and he was impressed. I got the impression that he would have liked to be out there in the fight. What had I created? Prancing Hamlet, the killer vamp. It is truly a weird world.
We all got back to our duties. Every couple of minutes, a new delegation would come. Pierre was busy for almost an hour, greeting the visitors and showing them where to go.
It was an efficient operation, and Pierre was friendly to all of the arriving royals. They seemed to appreciate that the queen had a high-ranking Marine-looking vampire out as the official greeting party. None of the visitors said anything to those of us in the circle. They didn’t even acknowledge our presence. Later, Pierre reminded us that they knew what we were doing and didn’t want to be a distraction. It wasn’t that the royal visitors were rude. They were just respectful of our job.
Things settled down after awhile. It got completely quiet. I rolled onto my stomach just to change things up a little.
“Mårten,” Pierre said.
“All right already,” I said as I turned up so my feet were pointing to the ground again. “Sorry.”
It was like I had committed some huge blunder, but I didn’t argue. Pierre wouldn’t have said anything in my head unless he had a reason. Maybe he didn’t want any of the guests to think I wasn’t taking my duties seriously.
We stood there until it was almost sunrise. Pierre, who had flashed into the middle of the circle, called to us. I almost jumped into the ionosphere. He can sneak up on me. I’m a good tracker, and it is really hard to move anywhere without me sensing it. Pierre had a talent. He was totally stealthy.
“We have the perimeter secured with humans for the day. You can all go home if you want, or you can stay here. We have plenty of space in the basement, and there are several hundred human blood donors. Either way, but I need you all to be back here tomorrow night. No later than five minutes after dark. It was a good night, everyone. Thanks.”
Hamlet and I decided to stay. I told Oberon using mind-words, and he didn’t ask what was going on.
“I’ll see you when I see you,” he said.
The basement of the queen’s building was like a big dormitory. Those of us who were staying were assigned rooms. They had put Hamlet and me into a single room with one double bed. I’m not sure why, because we aren’t lovers. Plus, we’d be dead for the day within the hour. We stripped and just fell onto the bed. Hamlet crawled into my armpit and put his head on my chest. I liked it. I’ve known Hamlet for a hundred years, and we are both comfortable with each other’s body. Somehow it isn’t a sexual thing. I love Hamlet like a brother, but he isn’t my husband. Tonight he wanted to die to the world with his head on my chest. We cuddled.
Just as I started to get drowsy, Hamlet turned onto his side. One ear was on my chest, and one leg was on top of my shins. He gently cupped a hand and let it rest on my dick and balls. Somehow it wasn’t sexual, but more like a friend would put his arm around your shoulder. I think that’s how we spent the day, because it was the last thing I remembered.
W HEN I woke, he was already out of the bed and dressed in his judo gear. Hamlet was talking to someone at the door. No, talking to two someones. Breakfast?
We didn’t have much time, so one of the human blood donors walked over to the bed and gave me his arm. Before I grabbed it, he gave me a nice kiss. Cool, Switzerland
Like Pierre had called to them (and he probably had done just that), the vampire posse turned and headed back to the office building. They were very fast. What little I saw of their faces didn’t give away any emotion. It was like they were ninja accountants or something.
Hamlet was watching, and he was impressed. I got the impression that he would have liked to be out there in the fight. What had I created? Prancing Hamlet, the killer vamp. It is truly a weird world.
We all got back to our duties. Every couple of minutes, a new delegation would come. Pierre was busy for almost an hour, greeting the visitors and showing them where to go.
It was an efficient operation, and Pierre was friendly to all of the arriving royals. They seemed to appreciate that the queen had a high-ranking Marine-looking vampire out as the official greeting party. None of the visitors said anything to those of us in the circle. They didn’t even acknowledge our presence. Later, Pierre reminded us that they knew what we were doing and didn’t want to be a distraction. It wasn’t that the royal visitors were rude. They were just respectful of our job.
Things settled down after awhile. It got completely quiet. I rolled onto my stomach just to change things up a little.
“Mårten,” Pierre said.
“All right already,” I said as I turned up so my feet were pointing to the ground again. “Sorry.”
It was like I had committed some huge blunder, but I didn’t argue. Pierre wouldn’t have said anything in my head unless he had a reason. Maybe he didn’t want any of the guests to think I wasn’t taking my duties seriously.
We stood there until it was almost sunrise. Pierre, who had flashed into the middle of the circle, called to us. I almost jumped into the ionosphere. He can sneak up on me. I’m a good tracker, and it is really hard to move anywhere without me sensing it. Pierre had a talent. He was totally stealthy.
“We have the perimeter secured with humans for the day. You can all go home if you want, or you can stay here. We have plenty of space in the basement, and there are several hundred human blood donors. Either way, but I need you all to be back here tomorrow night. No later than five minutes after dark. It was a good night, everyone. Thanks.”
Hamlet and I decided to stay. I told Oberon using mind-words, and he didn’t ask what was going on.
“I’ll see you when I see you,” he said.
The basement of the queen’s building was like a big dormitory. Those of us who were staying were assigned rooms. They had put Hamlet and me into a single room with one double bed. I’m not sure why, because we aren’t lovers. Plus, we’d be dead for the day within the hour. We stripped and just fell onto the bed. Hamlet crawled into my armpit and put his head on my chest. I liked it. I’ve known Hamlet for a hundred years, and we are both comfortable with each other’s body. Somehow it isn’t a sexual thing. I love Hamlet like a brother, but he isn’t my husband. Tonight he wanted to die to the world with his head on my chest. We cuddled.
Just as I started to get drowsy, Hamlet turned onto his side. One ear was on my chest, and one leg was on top of my shins. He gently cupped a hand and let it rest on my dick and balls. Somehow it wasn’t sexual, but more like a friend would put his arm around your shoulder. I think that’s how we spent the day, because it was the last thing I remembered.
W HEN I woke, he was already out of the bed and dressed in his judo gear. Hamlet was talking to someone at the door. No, talking to two someones. Breakfast?
We didn’t have much time, so one of the human blood donors walked over to the bed and gave me his arm. Before I grabbed it, he gave me a nice kiss. Cool, Switzerland
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