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eyes narrowed when she tried to move. He knew she would try to bite him. This he could not have. Her mouth moved closer to him, but not fast enough as he grabbed her neck with his hand. His fingers applied more pressure to her neck while she struggled to free herself.
    Again, Dorian thrust harder inside of her until the breath released from her lungs. She may be a vampire, he thought, but she still felt good. He enjoyed the warmth the humans provided. But all in all he admitted he enjoyed the feeling of Alessandra. After all of their years together, her body molded to his with ease. He fit perfectly inside of her. It didn’t matter to him how many men she had, they were still no comparison to him. He released another laugh, watching her tight breasts bounce against his thrusting.
    Dorian’s eyes traveled from her breasts down to her mid-section. She did have a very appealing body. Slim, toned and beautifully shaped breasts despite her pale features. Her blood thirsty red eyes were once a dark brown, but that was before he had turned her.
    Dorian thought back to that moment when he first met Alessandra. It was shortly after he acquired Caitlin. Dorian’s discovery of the curse had left him in a discomforting frenzy. He went into town to take out his frustrations on someone. Any whore would do at that point.
    The dirt roads of the little town were often dark and lonely. After dark, the only few people who remained were found at the local tavern. A tavern where Dorian visited only when he needed something more than what the local hunting provided. It was not good to stay in one place very long, for a vampire anyway.
    Most people in the little town didn’t know Dorian’s true identity. However, the locals still carried the gossip and many questions arose as to Dorian’s dark demeanor and presence.
    Dorian made his way through the dark night to the tavern. He was more or less bored and needed something to entertain himself. His coven remained behind as he strolled into the little pub.
    The local music played loudly, laughter and voices filled the air. Once inside, the smell of whiskey and malt brew was strong. The scents of human nonsense, Dorian thought as he found a shadow hidden table in the corner of the small place.
    Then he saw her, a beautiful woman who reminded him of Caitlin. He glanced down to his hand. It reminded him of what happened that night. In his haste to remove the necklace from Caitlin he didn’t think the burn from the cross was going to be as bad. His eyes flicked up to the beauty that moved in his direction. His fist tightly closed and he forced out a warm smile to her.
    “What will it be tonight?” Her voice was charming.
    “Whiskey.” Dorian smiled broadly. He watched the red color flush her checks.
    “Whisky it is. And what would you be having after your whiskey?”
    Ah - yes, you my dear, Dorian thought as he leaned forward towards the girl.
    “Well, that is a bold proposition,” he stated fully aware the tavern served no food.
    “Times are tough and tips are harder these days. My mother is ill, so every penny counts.” Her voice denoted a hint of pain.
    Dorian eased back in his chair and brought his hand to his chin. Yes, this may just work, he thought.
    “Bring me my whisky and I’ll make you a proposition of a lifetime. I promise you will never have to worry about money or a sick mother again.”
    Alessandra did as Dorian asked. She brought him his whiskey and lingered with him a few minutes for a brief conversation. Dorian didn’t reveal to her the truth of what he was, not until long after she agreed to go back to his home.
    Once back at Dorian’s home, Alessandra wondered about Dorian’s elaborate wealth…not to mention a few others who looked like him wandering around the large estate.
    “What are you?” Alessandra quickly turned to Dorian.
    “One who will give you what you asked.” Dorian strolled toward her. “I just ask for one thing in return.”
    “You said you will