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site that made Bas commit his name and address to memory for the future.  He realized this guy had skills he would have need of in this battle.  He realized it was time for him to fully embrace the modern world…cars, computers, the internet, jet travel, and so much more that he had been avoiding this century.  Time to grow, or be left in the dust.  No matter how powerful his vampire skills, there was an enormous power in technology.  Bas was behind the time, but he wasn’t an idiot.
     
     
     
     
     
    It was deep into the late night, early morning, when a very tired Park pulled into her underground parking space and watched the highly alarmed, highly secure door drop into place and safely seal her and her car.  She was home, and thank god, because she was exhausted, hungry, and still a little off with the events of the past twenty four hours.  But the familiar surroundings of her beautiful home went a long way towards helping her recover normality.  The first thing she did, the first thing she always did, was open the double French doors onto her balcony that displayed the Pacific ocean.  Nothing brought her back to her state of serenity better than that gently rolling magnificent body of water.  She was grateful her chosen profession provided her a good enough living to make a house like this her own.  The view, the space, the privacy…her lovely bed with curtains of tulle hanging from it…made her feel at peace, happy, when she had never expected to be happy in her life.
    So, after a quick heating of a frozen vegetable lasagna, her favorite satin pajamas, and a few moments of local news on a twenty four hour cable channel, she let her eyelids drop and fell asleep on the couch.  When she awoke abruptly some time later, she didn’t have any idea how long, her heart beating rapidly, her mind racing, a small sense of panic, she checked all the doors and windows to be sure they were locked, the alarm system was engaged.  Everything was okay.  So she killed the lights, except for the one that stayed lit on the balcony, which shined like a night light into both her living room and bedroom off the wrap around balcony that spanned the entire back of the house.  She dropped into her huge California king and pulled a light sheet over her, sighed, and fell asleep again easily.
     
     
     
    He watched her sleeping, curled up, one leg thrust out, hanging off the edge of her huge bed, a pink satin sheet barely covering her.  Her hair was still loose and covered her entire pillow.  She looked at peace.  He was sorry to destroy that.
    So this was his little blood-bond in her natural habitat.  Nice.  Really nice, as nice as some of his homes.   Which meant she was doing well for herself.  The décor was soft and feminine, it looked like her…he knew she’d be sorry to leave.  Not that there was any choice.  He wouldn’t leave her to Shanks unmercifully brutal hand.  And he still wanted to know what she was.  And then there was the connection…  That he wasn’t sure he wanted to know about.  In all his years, he had only ever been in love once, and he had still been human then.  It had been painful and horrible to watch her age and die.  He’d never do that again.
    Back to the present, though, and the problem at hand.  Even with a deeper bloodline, she still had been able to defy him.  He had no idea how to get her to understand the serious danger they both faced.  Unless…   It was time to wake her.
     
     
     
    Park groaned.  Ahhh….   She was dreaming…of him.  He had his mouth on her, moving against her lower abdomen, teeth nipping, biting softly, not tearing her skin, no blood this time…just the most sexy things with his mouth.   His tongue was cool, but moved expertly to excite the smooth hard stomach she worked so hard to keep.  She rolled over, letting the dream continue, feeling the warm wetness pooling between her legs…the place she wouldn’t think of.   The place her