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Authors: Jez Strider
all pieces to one of my dresses.   I don’t know how he preserved it for so long without it crumbling to dust or if it was just a replica.   This outfit had always been a favorite among the men I entertained.   It was clothing fit for royalty of the time.   The fabric was emerald in color with intricately sewn patterns.
    “Come, now.   Help her dress.”   Within seconds after a few snaps of his fingers, a young girl came into the room. She couldn’t have been long out of high school and I immediately felt pity for her.   Bite marks on her neck and her obvious enthrallment with Dante left little hope of help from the girl.   She made the attempt to help me undress.   Apparently, I was going to be forced to play dress up in front of everyone.
    My two most recent lovers held each other in a locked stare.   Antonio’s shame was starting to be replaced with anger, while Marcus’ anger was already boiling over.   I protested as the blood slave tugged at my clothing.   Calmly but swiftly, I felt Dante’s hand around my throat.
    “Cooperate, my love, or I will see them both dead.   Even the young one’s pledge of loyalty won’t save him.”   The elder vamp’s cool collected tone left chills running down my spine.   “If you do as I say, he will live.   I am a man of my word.”
    I had no choice but to do as he asked, even though I didn’t expect him to keep any promises.   Neither Marcus nor Antonio gave me a glance as I was being threatened.   Perhaps this situation was proof of my bad taste in men.   Dante released his grip and the girl resumed dressing me in the fine attire.   It was humiliating.
    When she finished, I could see the pleasure visibly in Dante’s eyes.   He made a motion with his finger for me to spin.   I did as I was told, all the while wondering how in the hell I ever stood to wear such clothing.
    Men make me foolish, but I seem to have the same effect on men.   Out of the corner of my eye, I caught the target of Marcus’ gun change and Antonio move beside the door.   Everything happened in an instant before I even knew what was happening.   Marcus squeezed the trigger without hesitation and let off several shots into Dante’s back.  
    The ancient being was in motion before the clip was emptied.   He’d turned and was lunging toward Marcus faster than either of us could process.   His fangs extended as he tackled him, knocking the gun across the room.  
    Antonio had locked the door when Marcus fired the first shot and the guards were now breaking it down with shotgun blasts.   The screams of the club’s patrons rang out through the building.   As the first guard climbed through the broken door, Antonio cracked him over the back of the neck with his elbow, killing the man instantly.   The second guard caught sight of his fallen comrade and turned tail, fleeing down the hallway.
    I ran for the weapon as best I could in platform heels, but Dante’s young thrall got to it first. My own fangs extended and I made the split second decision to attack Dante anyway.   I knew Marcus only had moments before he’d be ripped to shreds.   The girl fired once and missed, sending sparks flying from one of the surveillance monitors.  
    My teeth were tearing into Dante and he did what I wanted, releasing Marcus and wriggling to get me off.   He backed up and slammed me against a wall.   Oh it hurt, but I wasn’t about to let go.   I just buried my teeth deeper and drank as much blood as I could from him.   After all these years I was still learning the truths of what I was and it was true that you could get stronger from drinking from the elders.   Drinking from Antonio quickly revealed that much to me.
    I heard a shotgun blast and turned instinctively, ripping Dante’s flesh.   Antonio had picked up the fallen guard’s gun and killed the servant girl.   He looked appalled with himself but she’d been on the verge of firing the weapon again and this time in point

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