Prey
By Dan Bonser

	As I stare at the sky, my right hand toys with the silk lace around my left wrist.  The night sky, the only sky I will ever see again for the rest of my existence.  The silky fabric tickles my fingertips in the wind, a reminder of my task tonight.  This beautiful night, with the moon hanging in the sky, yet moving so fast to my eyes.  My new eyes.  Does not seem like it has been a month since my change...how many people have a killed?  All in the name of survival.
	The glass behind me slides open just a fraction, permitting the sounds of the ‘ball’ to drift out on the terrace.  My task...such a heavy burden this night.  I adjust my costume, dark green suede, a full suit of it, with white lacy silk shirt flowing down my chest, and out from under my coat cuffs.  A gala party of the elite money makers in New York.  God, I hate these things.  Before...in my...past life...I avoided these things like the plague.  Richies flaunting money in extravagant medieval garb.  A throw back to what most of these humans think actually went on in the Dark Ages.
	I turn slowly, listening to the gothic reincarnations of classic rock tunes flowing out through the breach in the doorway.  I take in the scent of human flesh that wafts out also.  Through the glass are many others dressed as queerly as myself, the women are dressed closely to the same time period, flowing gowns, tight bodices, ample cleavage that heaves during every breath, hair done upwards, neck...exposed.  A smirk comes to my face as I think about how stereo typical a vampire I am, thinking about the easiest exposed artery.
	The crowd stirs before me, as the glass closes behind me.  A redone tune done by a band unknown to me echoes through the room, drowning out the people talking around me.  My...prey watches me enter, and glaces, nonconspicuously as possible towards me, her big blue eyes showing her...wantonness of me, as they meet mine, the drop, towards her breasts, attempt to lure me towards her bosom.  I was never a breast fan, though her cleavage is impressive, especially in her brown dress, closely made to the fashion of the evening, yet going further down in front.  I smile at her eyes as they come back up to meet mine, trying to convey my appreciation of her danger of falling out at a deep breath.  Shawna smiles back, and dances...closer to the man she is on the dance floor with, as if it would turn me on more....
	I take a moment and completely survey the crowd, the entrance from the terrace is a tad elevated from the rest of the floor, in the spacious room.  I don’t try to count the large crowd, to many people milling about makes even estimating a chore.  The survey of the crowd suddenly reveals another set of familiar eyes staring at me from across the room.  Rachael’s smile radiates with recognition, her beautiful grey eyes shining under her long blond hair, which is down, unlike the majority of the women in the room.  Her apparel seems to be different from the rest of the women also, as I approach her, and the bar, it becomes more and more apparent.  Her hair, a little more lengthy then mine hangs down her back, and flows over her shoulders, her deep blue suede male suit somehow hugs her figure and makes her more alluring then any other woman in the room.  Under the jacket, instead of the male silk shirt, is a corset, which, of course, has the same affect as the other dresses in the room, forcing even her diminutive bosom to spill out alluringly.  Her pants are tight, and her knee high boots hug her calves and meet the ground on large stiletto spikes.
	My mind tickles with past memories as I approach her.  My first big breakthrough in the world of technology and software came with her.  We had been partners, way back in the day, just after my wife left.  I had been a recluse, holing myself up in my garage, needing a partner.  I put out an add, and she turned out to be the most qualified.  For 2 months we worked without money, without air conditioning, without the outside world, buried in a garage, wearing sweats, shorts, sometimes even shirtless, her in a bra, depending on the urgency of the latest breakthrough.  Oddly though, we never found each other attractive, it was all work, no play...until....
	“Its been too long, Wraith.”
	Rachael smiles at her old nickname, “So it IS you, Ken, I thought you said you’d never attend one of these...things.”
	My heart fluxuates at the speaking of my...old name.  As...She...said it would.  I think she is right, it will never be easy to hear it again....  “I thought we BOTH said that.”
	Her oh so familiar smirk shines up at my face, “So we did,” A sigh flows through her, making her breasts swell, memories well up of laying with her, after we completed our task....  “Its good seeing you, old friend, how’s the business?”
	“I’ve retired.”
	Her right eyebrow cocks, “That good, huh?  I’m almost there.”  A small giggle follows her statement.
	 Her eyes suddenly spot someone behind me, and I turn to greet a woman Bobbi, a married woman, well known for her...affairs.  Her sly smile beams up at me, as if she owned me, “Keneth and Rachael, two of the elite here among us, how many of my invites have you two spurned over the years, and what makes the both of you join us this evening?”
	Rachael smiles, “I was hoping to maybe catch some old friends, and then Ken walks up....”
	I smile...like a predator, at the young married woman, make sure she notices, my glance down the front of her dazzling blood red dress.  Her medium size breasts looking the largest in the room even though the amount of skin showing is the most conservative, most like.  “I was just hoping to have a little...fun, see what the night brings....”
	To my surprise, her breath actually...catches in her throat, her breasts jiggle as my gaze digs into the soul behind her eyes, devowering her.  I was not using my Compelling power, I don’t think, but I am still so...new...it is hard to tell.  “Excellent, I hope the night brings you...many interesting things, this night...,” finishing her stammering statement, she bows and moves off into the crowd towards her husband.  As I turn back to Rachael, my eyes rest briefly on Shawna, now dancing to a gothic remix of a Bowie tune, the man she is with, obviously getting into it, think he will get into her later, too bad for him, her display is for my benefit alone.
	“What in the world was that about.”
	I smile coyly at Rachael, “Once you hit retirement, you will realize.  The leeches, like Bobbi and Shawna out there on the floor suddenly want your money, and they have a plan for it.”
	Rachael takes a sip of her drink and says, “Yes, I know them, marrying men for their money, then divorcing them and taking it all.”
	“Exactly, Wraith, that’s what I’m doing her tonight, Shawna invited me,” my smirk doesn’t exactly quell the odd feeling radiating from Rachael, so I continue, “So, tonight, I’m going to play both of them, have a little fun, and then have a good laugh....”  Then a whim overtakes me, “Want to play along.”
	Her mind races, remembering the funny little conversations we had way back when, about how when we became rich and powerful, we’d screw over the people that tried to screw us over.  She was always the playful type, “Sounds like an interesting time.”  Her eyes glace over to Shawna, making her way through the crowd towards us, her man looking...helpless on the dance floor.
	I lean over, and whisper in her ear, “Did I ever mention how grateful I was to your playful side in breaking the code in Our project?”
	Her hand catches mine and she whispered back, “I think our celebration afterwards was thanks enough.”
	“Am I interrupting?”
	Rachael and I both turn to look at Shawna, in mocked shock.  I make sure my eyes glace at her breasts first, before making their way up to her eyes.  “Shawna, I would have never have thought you to be so rude.”  A pout takes over her face, but I continue, “but I’m sure Rachael will forgive you.  She’s a shy type, and doesn’t like it when people nibble her ear in such a public place.”
	Rachael nudges me in mock shock and adds, “Ken!  Excuse him Shawna, he’s a bit, horny tonight.  You are not intruding at all, in fact, we were...both admiring your dancing.”
	“Yes, that poor sap is having to go to the bathroom straight way, I hope he doesn’t ruin those icky dark orange suede pants of his.”
	Shawna blinks at our replies, not quite expecting to be hit on in such a way.  Then her mind clicks over, her fake black hair falling in ringlets around her face from her done up hair style sway as she thinks of what our replies could possibly mean.
	I take advantage of her confusion and take her hand, pulling her closer, I lean in and say, “Me and Rachael here were thinking about doing something...a little off the wall tonight.”
	Rachael’s eyebrows quirk at me but she takes up on the plan, “Yes, we’d like someone,” at this moment Rachael’s hand gently caresses Shawna’s stomach, “with your,” her hand moves upwards to just under Shawna’s ample breasts, “body to join us for a little....fun.”  The last word said in whisper in Shawna’s ear.
	It is my turn to cock my eyebrows at Rachael.  Shawna takes in a deep breath, looking down at my face, as I sit on the short barstool, the breath heaving her breasts, and both nipples pop out directly in front of my face, my hands lift, up and gently insert them back in her dress, as I do so, she breathes, “Yes,” several times.
	Then I lean forward, my hands tenderly caressing her breasts, “Not just yet,” I whisper, “You must also bring a friend.”
	She smiles into my face, “I know just the gir....” 
	My finger stops her lips, I almost grimace as her dark red lipstick stains my finger, but I keep my composure and say, “Actually we had someone...particular in mind....”
	Shawna then leans forward, “Who?”
	Rachael leans in with the answer, “Bobbi.”
	Horror creeps over her face, “But...Bobbi is married,”
	I smile and say, “When has that ever mattered to her, let alone you,” my finger pokes in between her breasts as I point.”
	She takes the finger to her lips and kisses it, “I shall...do what I can.”
	Rachael takes Shawna’s and my hand from Shawna’s lips and kisses both, “Take her out on the floor for a spin....”
	I take up on Rachael’s cue, reach up and expose her right breast, “Show us a little skin while your up there, also, if you take my meaning....”  I then kiss her nipple before I reinsert it in the dress.
	Shawna then, stunned, turns and starts making her way towards Bobbi, Rachael leans closer to me, “No fucking way.”
	I smile at her shock, “Yes fucking way, talk about your interesting nights, I never thought we would get a show like this, let alone possibly net both of them.”
	Rachael takes my hand and pulls closer to me, leaning her chin on my shoulder in a sort of embrace, “I told you when we first me, that we could do anything together.”
	I look at her and kiss her tenderly on the lips, “Why did we lose contact after you moved to Europe to work on that European Union bank networking problem?”
	Her finger run through my hair, as she stares deeply into my eyes, “I don’t know, but I remember missing you so much, there were times I missed you so badly, I cried myself to sleep.  But you had moved from LA, and changed all your addresses, not even Jonathon knew where you went, so I gave up.”
	I kiss her again, deeper, I sense a sudden shock as her tongue passes between my parted lips, and over my slightly elongated canines.  Luckily, I found, after my transformation, the vampric teeth of legend actually retract somewhat.  As the kiss ends, I kiss her tenderly on her nose, as I did before and after our ‘celebration’ and whisper, “I’m sorry, a big corporation hired me in secret, no contact with anyone, you hadn’t written in two months, else I wouldn’t have taken the job.”
	She then kisses me on the nose too, “Its both our fault, we’ll make it up later, right now, your prey are doing as asked.”
	I turn to see Bobbi saying something to her husband, him smiling back, I read his lips saying, “I trust you, my love.”  I shake my head at his naivety.  Rachael and I curl up in each other’s arms as we watch the two make their way to the dance floor, Bobbi trying not to look over at us, Shawna smiling at us triumphantly.  They make their way to the middle of the side of the dance floor facing the bar, so that Rachael and I will get an eye full, I’m sure.
	Rachael then gets up, and sits in my lap, whispering, “You’ll need to give them a show, also.”
	As she slides into my lap I put my hands on her stomach, “Not too much of a show though, not as much as they are gonna give us.”
	Rachael kisses my cheek, “I trust you, Ken, whatever you think is necessary.”
	I don’t tell her that I don’t think a show is necessary.  I just smile at Shawna as the song starts up, Bobbi looks one last time in the direction of her husband, to make sure he is out of sight.  On the other side of the room entirely, Robert is completely oblivious.  A rappish version of a Jimi Hendrix song comes on, hard to mistake Hendrix’s guitar playing.  Shawna and Bobbi start to dance, quite erotically, to my surprise.  Bobbi seems to be the one most into it, rubbing all over Shawna, crotch to breasts, Shawna doing the same to her, lips barely touching, in slight kisses and caresses, their bodies sometimes grinding against each other.  Every now and then, one of their sets of eyes would look over at Rachael and I, to see how much they were...pleasing us.
	My hands roams all over Rachael, in a passion that I actually did feel for Rachael, I hardly watched the girls on the stage.  Her familiar scent was mingled with the sharp scent of her blood, pulsing through her body, just under her beautiful skin.  Through her corset, set tight against her body, I can feel her heart pulsing.  Suddenly she lays her head back against my should, her neck, long, slender, beautiful, fragile, laid mere millimeters from my lips, which hide my teeth, as I feel them lengthen.  The test proves hard, I kiss her neck tenderly, not opening my mouth in the slightest.  Rachael then looks up at the girls on stage, my eyes follow hers.  My right hand massaging her crotch, the other tracing around her right breast.  Both girls on the stage look at us at the same time.
	As all our eyes meet, the next song comes on, a very slow, very deep song, at first I think it is Type O Negative, but it turns out not to be.  Bobbi’s hand extends around Shawna’s hip, and cups her bottom, bringing their bodies closer together than before.  Their breasts rub up against each others, the fabric of one dress pulling the fabric of the other, which pulls Shawna’s full breasts out.  Bobbi arches her back at seeing her partner’s nudity, Shawna moves her hand to pull Bobbi’s dress down, but she stops her gently, then makes the mistake of looking at me.  I nod, looking on intently.  I watch her sigh as she herself exposes her right breast, and Shawna rubs her nipple against hers.
	Rachael’s right hand seeks out the front of my pants, and starts massaging the hardness beneath, I then whisper to her.  “Suddenly I feel a pang of regret, I don’t want either of those sluts to join us, I want you all to myself.”
	Rachael makes an ‘mmm’ as she continues to rub.  Then the song ends, and I decide its time to make my move to bring the prey into the den.  Rachael and I stand, the girls on the dance floor see this, and move to get off of it.  I start towards the elevators, one in particular, I look up on the balcony, and my breath catches.
	Her short hair bushed out a bit, to look more gothic, than she already does, her pale skin radiates from under then liquid leather dress.  The most beautiful woman in the room...in the world looks down upon me, her smile....approval.  My heart fills with elation, and I smile back.
	Rachael and I enter the elevator, and hold it for the following girls.  I hit the ‘close door’ button but someone stops the doors.  The young beauty enters the elevator and Shawna is the one that speaks, “Get out, Linda, this one is ours.”
	“It’s a free country, bitch, I can enter any elevator I want.”
	Bobbi spins her around, “First off, she wasn’t talking about the elevator, slut, she was talking about HIM.  Second off, its MY elevator, and MY build, so get out of both!”
	Linda takes a back step out of the elevator and the doors shut right in front of her face.  The Bobbi uses the vocal command, “Honeymoon suite,” which is just above the ballroom, on the 8th floor.  I then say, “Hold.”  The command stops the elevator just as it starts.  Shawna fingers the lace on my chest, “In the elevator?  Doll, I didn’t know you were like that.”
	I caress her bottom and say, “Actually, I’m not, but I had somewhere else in mind.”
	Bobbi puts on a pouty look, “It will be the safest place in my building.”
	“Nope, there’s somewhere more secret...that noone knows about, not even you....”
	Bobbi laughs, “Are you saying I don’t know my own building?”
	“Dungeon, Pass: Evil.”  At the command the elevator starts moving.  “Your second to last ex husband had a third basement installed so he would be have a place to...play without anyone knowing.”
	Bobbi stands shocked, I just told her that one of the men that she cheated on...cheated on her.  Shawna’s interest was souly me, her hands roaming, Rachael’s more curious than anything, it seems.  When the elevator stops descending, Bobbi is the first out the door to explore, a part of HER building she’s never seen.
	I lead a wide eyed Rachael and an obliviously groping Shawna to a seat on the edge of a very large bed in the center of the back wall.  The elevator closes behind us, a smile keeps across my face, as the doors seal behind us, sealing the women’s doom.  Bobbi walks about the room, exploring.
	It is not very large.  The bed separated from the rest by a sheer sheet that one can see straight through.  An open air shower stands in the center of the room, exposing whoever would be showering to anyone.  No lavatories apparent, but several drainage places.  On the left side of the room (facing the bed) is a large cage, complete with shackles and a rack.  And on the right, a scattering of odd bits of torture devices.
	“A torture room?  What was Richard into?”
	“Dick was into BDSM, Bobbi.”
	“I never knew....”
	“Bobbi, come here.”
	Brought out of her distraction she walks over to the bed, I push the other two girls to their feet.  Shawna goes reluctantly, not quite understanding.  “All three of you, stand in front of me.”  They do as they are told, I look them all three up and down, devouring their physical presences.  All three look at me not quite understanding.
	Finally Shawna says, “What is it you wish us to do, dance for you?”
	I laugh slightly, and with a large smile on my face, “I want you and Rachael to take Bobbi’s clothes off.”  Bobbi’s gasp echos off the stone walls, with no other sound in the room, it seemed quite loud to even her.  “But you can make a dance of it.”
	Bobbi stands rigid, as the two girls start moving around her, lightly touching her shoulders, their fingers dragging behind them as they walk around her.  Shawna moves in close, and grinds against Bobbi’s waist, as her hand finds the hidden zipper in the back of Bobbi’s dress, and slowly unzips it.  Bobbi’s breath starts getting ragged, Rachael, kisses her cheek and says, “Fear not, you’re among lovers.”  With that statement, her hand slides around Bobbi’s right dress, caressing it, as the dress slowly starts to fall way from her body.  Shawna finishes zipping, and helps the dress fall to the floor.  Underneath are a corset, and the full arrangement of garters, panty, and hose.
	Rachael sees my hand extend, and she lifts Bobbi’s left leg towards me, and Shawna undoes the garters.  I slowly pull away the hose, kissing the flesh as it becomes more exposed.  The same is done with the other leg.  I motion for her to turn as Shawna undoes the straps on the corset.  Rachael stands in front of her, and pulls it away from her as it falls.  Rachael then kneels in front of Bobbi, and slowly pulls down her panties.  I smile as the strap of her g-string unwedges itself from her tight ass.
	As her panties hit the floor, I lean forward, and kiss the left cheek of her bottom.  I then say, “Shawna, dance with Rachael.  Music, Chantal, Jetplane.”  Suddenly music starts playing, a beautiful melody of a woman singing a remake of an older song.  I kiss each vertebrae of Bobbi, all the way up her spine.  A quick look at Rachael, I motion for her to undress Shawna and follow my lead.  She nods in what I hope is understanding.  I reach Bobbi’s neck, and kiss the nap of it, as I pull the clip out of her hair.  I turn her nude form and look into her eyes as her hair falls around her shoulders.  I don’t even have to use Compulsion, with her enraptured gaze staring into my eyes, I take her on a slow dance.  Her dress forgotten, she spirals with me around the room.  Her surrounding forgotten, I spin her, hands in the air.  A sharp click signifies the end of the song.  I hear a second click from behind me.  Bobbi’s eyes suddenly get wide with fear as she realizes that I’ve shackled her, hands in the air.  I kiss her, trying to disarm her, take away her fear, long and deep I kiss, finally she melts, and I turn from her.
	Shawna, laid out on the rack, only has her dress barely pulled down passed her breasts.  Rachael smiles in triumph. I smile and give her a peck on the cheek.  I then whisper, “Time to have some fun.”
	Shawna, I find, only has her right hand bound to the table.  Her other limbs are in the shackles but not latched.  She smiles an ultra sly smile, waiting for me to capture her.  I do her feet first, very far apart.  I trace my hand up her body, and up her left arm.  My lips envelop hers as I latch the last shackle.  I then let down her poorly died hair as I walk passed the table and to the edge of the cage.  All three girls hear the metal scrape as I pick up the large knife.  Bobbi is the only one that seems scared, Rachael comforts her by slowly tracing fingers over erect body.
	Shawna then smiles at the blade that I pull beside her and says, “What do you plan to do with that?”
	“I plan to see how much you trust me.”
	I then raise the tip of the blade to between her breasts.  The blade glints in the light, only one side sharpened.  I use it for its original purpose.  I glide the tip under her dress, and corset, and slice through her entire dress, corset and panties like butter.
	“Trust?  You just ruined my dress...what am I supposed to wear when I leave?”
	“Thinking that far ahead?”  I raise my eyebrow at her comment, said seductively, I followed with a jest.  I then smirk and say, “I expect you’ll walk out on that dance floor nude.”  I trace my fingers where her pubic hair should be, a tang of regret hits me, I dislike shaven mounds.  “All those eyes seeing your nude body, as you waltz out to the dance floor and start dancing.  Your mind would race with dreaming of all the hard cocks that want inside you, and all the women getting wet at your site.”  I put a finger inside her, her back arches, “I can’t think of anything that would please you more, then as you dance around, other people start taking off their clothes, and you are the focus of one...huge....orgy.”  My fingering of her ceases at her brief orgasm.  I smile at how simple it is to get a woman worked up to a quick payoff.  I know she isn’t satisfied, and part of me aches to know that she’ll never be satisfied again, in less than an hour, all she’ll know is fear, for as long as she remains alive...fear....
	I pull the remnants of her clothing off the rack and discard them outside the cage.  Seeing that she is nude and wanting, I turn my back on her, and walk toward Bobbi.  Bobbi is not the kinky sort, but knows excitement.  Her mind races, unknowing if she even likes what is going on, or what she thinks is going to happen.  I kneel in front of her, I almost laugh as she goes up on her toes, to spread her legs, just slightly.  I then shackle her ankles to two other chains coming from the top sides of the cage.  Obviously to suspend the shackled person in the air, prostrate.  I look to the doorway to the cage to a lever, Rachael takes my key and walks over and pulls it.  I step back as Bobbi’s feet are pulled out from under her, a slight yelp escapes her as her legs are pulled apart and upward.  I motion Rachael to stop when Bobbi’s pelvis is at my hip level.  She obviously doesn’t like the pain, but seems ready to endure it for what she is expecting....  Her eyes closed in strain, she doesn’t see as I slip the gag around her and tighten it.  Her muffled yells alarm Shawna.
	“What ARE you doing to her?”
	I look over at Shawna’s vein attempts to try and see, “Pleasing her in a way she’s never been pleased before.”  From my vantage point, with Shawna’s feet pointed towards me, I watch her get more wet with anticipation.  I then walk over and run my fingers through her hair.  Bobbi left to thrashing about, moaning.  Rachael looks on from the cage door.
	“What is Rachael doing to her now?  Sounds like she getting beat.”
	I caress her cheek, “Eating her out, she appears to be quite good at it....I’ll let her do you next....but first....”  I pull out another gag, and dangle it in front of her.  She smiles in anticipation.  I tie it around her, and she looks at me anxiously, wanting....and then Rachael walks up beside.  With Bobbi thrashing about Shawna suddenly realized that Bobbi actually is struggling.  Her eyes starting to get frantic look to me for solace.  “Well, Wraith, we tricked these disgusting sluts into their own traps.”
	Rachael giggles, “That should teach them a lesson, but I doubt they’ll really learn.  You two are disgusting bitches, preying on people just for their money.  I am ashamed to have even touched you in the slightest.”
	“As am I....”  With that, I shut the cage door behind me, and press a button, a clear tarp lowers from the ceiling, laying over the cage, silencing their gagged screams perfectly.
	“Amazing, what is this made of to completely block out sound like that?”
	“I’m not entirely sure, I mean.  I’ve seen the blueprints and chemical recipe, but you know I’m no good with that stuff.  Bobbi’s last two husbands designed it together, and Dick used it down here, for obvious reasons.  James was going to mass produce it after Bobbi divorced Dick, but then he married Bobbi, and boom, no more money for the idea.  Bobbi did find out about it, but couldn’t make heads or tales of it, neither can her current hubby.  She’s been writing Jonathon about it, I think he’s her next conquest.”
	“And you’ve warned your friend?”
	“Yup, even sent him the plans for it, he’s going to come out with it next year some time, insider tip for ya, hehe, buy his stock.”
	Her laugh is so disarming, and actually takes my mind off the cattle trapped in the cage, ready for slaughter.  The blood lust can wait.  One of the things I learned, my body can last at peak efficiency without having blood for three full days.  I’ve only been without for two.  Rachael then hugs me close, and whispers, “God, I’ve missed you, Ken.”
	I pull her into a kiss, her body extending upwards to meet my lips, her jacket falls to the floor, exposing the flesh of her shoulders and almost all her back.  “Music, NIN, Random.”
	As a slow, pulsing, wanton Nine Inch Nails song starts up, Rachael starts to dance with me, a slow...erotic form of formal dancing.  Before I know it, I’m lost, in the rythem, in Trent’s voice, the slow beat, the swaying motion of Rachael’s hips against mine, the beautiful smell radiating from her.  Before I know it, we are both nude, and crawling onto the bed, kissing, groping....loving.
	Much later I sit tracing lines in the sweat on her pale skin.  She smiles up at me, “Its time I should be going, I have a meeting tomorrow.  Promise me you won’t stop talking to me this time.”
	I stop tracing between her breasts, over her heart.  I don’t see the mist coming out of the elevator shaft doors, but I feel it.  I place my hand over her heart.  “That isn’t quite possible.  I’ve gotten myself into something.”
	She sits up, clutching her hand to her heart.  “Something bad?”
	The melodic voice from the elevator doors shocks her, “Some would say so.”
	“Wraith, this is Natalia.”
	Rachael looks at the woman that I didn’t even turn to look at, yet knew.  Her pale skin, her stark beauty, her...elongated teeth.  I feel Rachael’s temperature drop, then I say, “This one lives, Love.”
	No sound comes from behind.  I look into Rachael’s eyes and she says, “So...that’s why you don’t sweat? ...Shawna and Bobbi...?”
	The lithe woman says, “Yes.”
	My eyes don’t leave Rachael’s.  She whispers, “Me?”
	I then say, “No, I lured Shawna and Bobbi down here for...a reason.  Not you.  I brought you down because....”
	“He loves you, but doesn’t realize that he’s not like you anymore....”
	“I don’t care, Love.  I love her, I always have.  She will live.  I trust her more than...existence.”
	Tears well up in Rachael’s eyes again, but this time not in fear...in love.  “I love you also, Ken, I will take your secret to my grave.”
	I kiss her as I help her stand.  “I will come to you again, though, in the future.  When we worked together before, you were so much younger than I.  I will let time settle on you for awhile, then seek you out, keep me in your heart till then.”
	The elevator doors open behind Rachael, he eyes, so full of love, and understanding.  “Goodbye, my love.”
	I kiss her whole heartily as Natalia gathers Rachael’s clothes from around the room, and tosses them into the elevator.  The kiss ends...after what seems to be an eternity, and she takes a tentative step backwards on the metal floor of the elevator.  I then say, “Ballroom.”  The doors start to shut and I say hurriedly, “You should probably dress, it’s a no stop trip to there, you wouldn’t want the doors to open revealing you naked.”
	With that, the doors close, and the hum of the elevator starts and the last mortal love I ever knew left my life, for the moment.
	“You realize that you can’t make her into a Vampire, neither can I.  We have to wait for about a century before we have the...way to do it grow in us.”
	“You once told me there was another way for immortality.”
	“Yes...there is....  I will teach you of it one day.  But for now....”
	“For now we have food to last us an entire week, a room secluded from the sun, and all the time in the world to kill.”
	Her nude body slides up to mine, her hugging caress filled with tenderness, “Good job, Love.  You have finally passed the tests, you captured two people whom you knew in your past life, without mercy for the cattle.”
	“Now I get to learn about our people’s history?”
	“Soon, first, we make love as equals, Love.”
	As I lay down on the bed, my eyes look into the cage, with the two woman chained, dangling, waiting for death to come, their lives to be snuffed out.  Shawna Jones, and Bobbie Lovelace, maiden name of Turner.  How many have I already killed?  As tears escape my eyes, for the first time in a month, “What have I become.”
	My cock slides into Natalia as she mounts me and says, “Immortal, Loved, Forsaken, and Powerful.”  After that...time drifted into the nothingness of ecstacy, for what seemed an eternity of love and pleasure, but was really only a week.....