First thing in the morning, Victoria entered Rowan’s
Tudor-style mansion. Upon entry, she was met with a group of large, muscular
vampires congregating in the billiards room to the left. One of them caught her
eye and stood as she waited in the foyer. From her peripheral, she saw him
nudge another bloodsucker seated at the bar with his back to the door. He
immediately turned at the gesture and noticed Victoria standing alone and
followed the other toward the front room. “Hey there, Sweet thing,” the first
man spoke, licking his lips as he circled around Victoria. “Are you lost?” he
asked in a deep voice, smiling down at her from where he stood at least five or
six inches taller.
“No. Are you?”
“You look lost,” the second man spoke, moving in behind
Victoria. “But, mmm my, oh my, you smell delicious. I was just saying how I was
feeling a bit famished. Who knew this place had a delivery service?” He moaned,
reaching up to grab a strand of her hair and rubbing it between his fingers
briefly.
“Yes, I could really go for a bite myself. It’s just like our host to cater to his guests, and you are just our type.” As Victoria prepared to defend herself, the man behind her threw her up against a wall, knocking the wind out of her, stunning her momentarily and the other moved in quickly. “What do you say we have a little taste?”
