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Bloodlust . I had a few Red Wine Good Time drinks and I was basically drunk.”
    Javon burst out laughing. “You drunk-dialed Connor the werewolf. Oh my, wait until Abby hears about this.”
    Sally slapped Javon upside the head, reprimanding him. “You will not breathe a word to anyone. You are still my fledgling. You will obey me.” Sally stood up to leave, but Javon stopped her, bringing her back to sit on the couch.
    “I won’t say a word. I’m sorry. I want to hear what happened. Really.”
    “I basically jumped him; I took advantage of him after he brought my drunken Vampire butt back here. I’m so embarrassed. How will I ever face him again?”
    “Don’t be silly. He wanted you. You know that. Just talk to the guy. It will be fine. We all do stupid things when we’re faced with a possible Mate.”
    “Javon, don’t say that. You know I can’t mate with him. I just don’t know if I want things to change. We have such a good time together; I don’t want anything to change.”
    “It sounds like it already has. Like it or not, you can’t take back what happened. The big question is what are you going to do now?”

Chapter 7
    C onnor arrived at the VC office after a quick stop at home to change. He was finally able to be with Sally, but at what cost? She was drunk and would probably never forgive him for it. He should have had better will power and resisted her drunken advances. He just sat down in the office when his phone immediately started ringing.
    “Yes,” he responded.
    “Mr. O’Connor, there is a Mr. Randall from Detroit Vampire Relation on the line for you.”
    “Put him through.”
    “Mr. Randall, this is Malice O’Connor. What can I do for you?”
    “Mr. O’Connor, thank you for taking my call. I wanted to get in touch with you concerning the Vampire situation.”
    “Mr. Randall. The Vampire situation, as you put it, won’t be any different than it’s been for the last millennia. The only difference is that now I have government officials such as yourself breathing down my neck.”
    “I’m sorry you feel that way, Mr. O’Conner.”
    Connor took a deep breath, realizing that he was taking his frustration over Sally out on Mr. Randall. He needed to regroup and save the situation. The last thing he needed was to have this weasel tattle to the Vampire Council that he was less than accommodating.
    “I’ll tell you what, Mr. Randall. Why don’t you stop in my office tomorrow night at 2:00 am? I can go through all our procedures and rules and you can ask all the questions your government office may have.”
    There was a brief pause before there was a response on the other end of the phone.
    “Thank you, Mr. O’Connor. Is there a possibility of making it a little earlier? I work daytime hours.”
    “First thing you need to do, Randall, is change your schedule. You need to keep Vampire hours—dusk until dawn. I’ll see you at 2:00 a.m.”
    Connor hung up the phone with a smirk on his face. He could have made the meeting a little earlier, but didn’t want to make it too easy on the man. He checked his emails and had more than the usual amount. Several from the Vampire Council concerning hiring additional Vampire enforcers to keep the Vampires in line, as well as setting up additional offices in Lansing and Grand Rapids. The whole coming out business certainly wasn’t going to make his job any easier.

    D akarai sat in a Vampire bar—the kind he never went to—the kind that only catered to live drinking. It was called Red Stuff . It was a small dimly lit building. Vampires had excellent night vision so any light was optional, mainly for the humans. This wasn’t anything like Bloodlust where Mary worked. This was a horrible place. The walls were a dingy grey with cheap wood chairs and tables; he could smell the misery and desperation emanating off all the humans. He could sense most of the females who worked there. The blood whores took drugs, alcohol, or just didn’t eat