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snoring Jenny. She had forgotten that she passed out in her bed. She loved her friend but not enough to listen to her snore all night long. She grabbed a blanket and pillow and decided on sleeping on the couch.
     

 
     
    Chapter 11
    Maurice glanced at the whore he already had in his car. She was patiently waiting as she counted the twenties she’d been paid with. The car was running and heated, and she seemed to be enjoying the time in a warm vehicle. It was an unusually cold night but the whores on eight mile still dressed in tiny flashy outfits to attract customers. Maurice used to hate the cold but after a few Detroit winters he enjoyed what it meant. Long nights and many humans tucked away in their homes. Just what a hungry Vampire wanted. His phone buzzed with a text message. He looked at it and saw it was from Brian.
    Javon at Bloodlust with blonde female. Waiting on further instructions.
    This was interesting; very interesting. Javon never stayed with any female more than one night—and to take a female to the club… He wondered if she knew Javon was a Vampire. When he first got into town, he considered taking Sally to make him suffer but the love of a maker was nothing compared to that of a destined mate. So he waited and now it seemed like it finally happened. Javon had found his eternal mate, or at the very least someone he loved. He opened his phone to dial Brian.
    “Brian, I received your text; just keep watching.”
    “What is the plan? Are we still going to take her?”
    “Be patient. I will tell you what is necessary.”
    Maurice hung up the phone. He knew the time had finally arrived. Javon finally had a weakness he could exploit; he had a human girlfriend. How pathetic. The whore was still waiting in the car. He walked over and got inside and smiled.
    “I know a spot that we can go to have a bit more privacy,” Maurice said to the whore.
    She had dark skin and black curly hair. She smelled like cheap perfume and wore a very short skirt and crop top.
    “Not too far; I like to stay nearby,” she replied. “My name is Candy, by the way.”
    “Buckle up, Candy,” Maurice replied.
    Maurice drove fifteen minutes away, then pulled into the parking lot of one of the many abandoned factories in the Motor City. The building was brick and all the windows had been broken out.
    Maurice got out of the car. Candy followed and gave him an I don’t think so look. “What the hell? We are not fucking in there,” she shouted.
    “Fine then bend over the car. Those are your only choices unless you want to give me my money back?”
    “The car then, but I’m not getting naked; it’s too cold out here.”
    Maurice positioned himself behind her. It was a good thing Vampires couldn’t catch diseases; who knew what this whore was carrying. He lifted up her skirt and ripped off her panties. He immediately pushed inside her and pounded her from behind with his cock. His fangs extended as his blood hunger rose inside him. He latched onto her neck from behind. Candy gasped as she felt pain then pleasure, but that only lasted a moment. Maurice didn’t want anyone feeling pleasure. As he pumped into her with his cock, he increased his drinking; it became more forceful and painful for her. He unlatched as he moaned and came on her back, she didn’t deserve to have him come inside her, and she was just a dirty whore. Candy turned around with a horrified look on her face, holding her neck wound as she bled all over herself.
    “What are you?” she screamed with fear. Candy backed away and tried running. But she didn’t get very far. Maurice, using his Vampire speed, quickly ran ahead of her and she ran right into him. Maurice laughed. He loved it when they fought; it made the blood taste so much sweeter.
    He smiled with her blood still on his teeth. “I am a Vampire, you fucking whore, and in a moment you will be dead.”
    “Please, no. You can do whatever you want. Please don't kill me,” she begged.
    He lunged