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corner, the resurrected band began to play. Some vampires
resumed their eternal dance.
    "Master," they
whispered, their rough voices grating his nerves.
    Casey turned and saw his way
blocked by the maids. They moved slowly, their limbs frozen from one hundred
years of sleeping. Their eyes flashed with hunger, their thirsty lips parting,
craving his blood. He pivoted and ran through the hall, upbeat music
encouraging the dance of the dead. The vampires' frigid fingers stroked his
skin, tearing at his clothes. He hurdled some bodies, dodged around others and
dived between someone's legs. Someone grabbed him and threw him against the
wall.
    "You woke the mistress from
her death."
    "It was a mistake. She's
beautiful, but I'm rather fond of daylight and solid food. In my world, the
living don't marry the dead."
    He was slammed into the wall
again. The man leaned closer, his tongue sliding over his lethal fangs. Turning
his head, Casey saw a pair of swords hanging up. He grabbed one.
    "Come closer and I'll make
you one foot shorter."
    The man bared his fangs, so Casey
pushed him away then stabbed him in the heart. The man fell to the floor. Casey
grabbed the other sword and ran. He spun out of a woman's grasp then swung his
sword, decapitating her. He snuck up behind a rising man and chopped his head
off. It didn't sail through the air like in the films but flopped to the side.
The man turned, his head dangling. Casey fought back vomit and sliced his neck
again. The head dropped with a thud then rolled. The body staggered then
crashed to the floor.
    "You are our master,"
another man spoke.
    "At best I'm a trespasser.
At worst, a murderer. I know I said I wanted to live here but this isn't how I
imagined it."
    He stabbed the man then tucked
the other sword under his arm and drove it backwards, satisfied at the death
gasp of the vampire behind him. The doors swung open. His arms dropped to his
sides. His bloodied swords rested against his legs. Crimson drips pooled on the
floor like spilled rubies. Sapphire stood in the doorway, candlelight
flickering over her stunning form. Her corset accentuated her curves. She moved
gracefully, her hips rolling sexily. Her skirt swirled around her ankles,
trailing on the floor. Her dark hair was a striking contrast to her ghostly
skin.
    "Why do you have to be a
vampire?" He groaned. "I don't care what teenage fiction says – in
real life this isn't fashionable. I can't take you home to meet my parents –
you'd bite them."
    "You're mine." Her
voice was husky.
    She circled him, her finger
tracing his jaw. He whirled around. He'd been watching her. How had she moved
so fast?
    "You're strange. Handsome
but strange."
    " Me strange? You're the
one living the Gothic fairytale ." He paused.
"You think I'm handsome? The girls usually go for Alex. He'll be here
soon, armed with silver stakes and garlic."
    Her cold touch caressed his face.
He blinked when he found himself staring into her scarlet eyes. Her fingers
raked his cropped dark hair. He closed his eyes, his scalp tingling. Her lips
pressed against his, her tongue flickering along his bottom lip. He moaned, his
tongue dancing inside her upper lip as he surrendered to the kiss. Her body
moulded against his, iciness seeping through him before desire ignited flames
inside him.
    "Casey!" Alex burst
through the door, wielding his branch.
    Casey stepped back, fumbling for
his swords. He thrust them into her chest. Vampires blocked his exit. Alex
walked through the crowd.
    "I leave you alone for five
minutes, you make out with a hot Goth chick and go on a killing spree. My mum
always said there was something odd about you. You'll be the death of me."
    "Run!"
    "Not a chance."
    The door slammed. The vampires
moved closer. Alex staked one with his branch, wrenched it out and staked
another. Casey watched in horror as Alex was dragged down by two female
vampires, his screams filtering through the hall. Casey fought them off and
dived on Alex. He stroked his