“Claws” teaser 4
Opening his eyes, he looked down at Emily, staring into her blue eyes upturned to meet his. Her chin was nestled just where his diaphragm would be below the tunic, and he could feel her warmth in the cold room, a contrast to the barren wall behind him. He smiled for a moment, knowing what he saw in her eyes, knowing that she was the one person who understood everything that was happening, knowing that she was putting her fate in his hands this time.
“We have the signed document. Her blood signature, confirmed by Tech, is there. She is “in”, “all in”. If she backs out or betrays us, we can go public – the Prime Minister is a vampyre.” He was nodding his head as he spoke, whispering softly, running through part of the plan out loud. “She will be like us then. She will be persecuted, tracked, hunted, murdered, unacceptably different, a “monster” herself. How will it feel to be ostracized? No, they won’t fuck with us. They know how strong and how deep our network is. We would not have survived this long without a network.”
“Absolutely, Willem.” She looked up, watching his mind spinning through the details of the plan. “They cannot fathom the depth of the network here. And it’s your network here in the mid-Atlantic that is the reason your coven still stands, Willem. It’s a testament to your wisdom and courage. We were fools in New Orleans. We had no idea the needs we would have and how to meet them. I did my best, but cultivating an underground network there was very difficult. The superstition always inherent in that city, the voodoo, the black magic, the culture – it was always against us. We were competition, not persecuted. We were turned out, not allowed to co-exist. And when the government came to seek us out, we were too easily found. Everyone wanted us gone because we were the competition for the occult, the odd, the wildness of the Cresent City.”
She watched him. She saw the glazed look in his eyes as he turned the plan this way and that, searching for flaws, for openings to be exploited. She saw that he was only half listening, but she went on. He needed the boost right now, the extra confidence in a moment like this. “You, Willem, you put together quite a network. The vampyre race is strong here, yes, but the network of non-vampyre support is broad, and that has a lot to do with the economy and the mix of people. Also, Willem, you had something that we never had – political clout. How many Congressmen and Senators became vampyres? How many pages and aides and undersecretaries? How many chairmen? How many lobbyists? Even the Vice President? Killed, yes, by not everyone was killed. Money is old in Washington, Willem. Money is broad. Money still talks, even if you need a pint of blood rather than gin, moreso maybe if you need both.”
“I’ve watched things happening here for over a hundred years, Willem, long after they destroyed my coven. And I have seen how you cultivate the human contacts, contracts, agreements. You are not the mob, not a mob boss, but you can be one when the time is right and the situation calls for it. You are not a philanthropist, but you can be when it improves life for vampyres. You are not a businessman, but we do real business in this town and others. You are no longer a diplomat, but you have contacts, diplomatic credentials with those here, those former ambassadors or embassy workers who were stricken so long ago. No, Willem, the network is the key.”
His grip on her hands loosened, and she felt the tension ease, saw it slip from his eyes, felt it in his heartbeat. And she pulled away, dragging him along by his hands as she backed up.
“The hospitals were the key, Willem. My dear, the hospitals are the key. Vampyre doctors and vampyre nurses working side by side with men and women, humans, some of whom know and some who do not. And yet, the very people who were loathed so long ago are now accepted. I’ve seen the ER’s where our people work. I’ve seen the vampyre doctors work 30-40 hours straight with only an infusion to keep them going. A pint of blood and the doctor is back on the floor, saving lives.”
She stopped as she felt the edge of the iron table press against her lower back. “It was your stroke of genius, Lord. Make our people part of society. Don’t let them hide.” She leaned back, sliding her round buttocks onto the cool metal, feeling its enticing contrast against the warm, bare skin of her legs. “You, my dear, are the mastermind of this all, and it is working well. There is no doubt that we are well taken care of here in the District, under the very noses of the Council, living peacefully with sight of the Capital Building and the White House.”
She sat still now, pulling him in farther, opening her legs and wrapping them around his waist, dragging him closer still. “We drive the trains on Constitution Ave. We shuttle the VIPs in the skycabs. We put out fires in Bethesda. We are everywhere here, and no one sees us – not because we are hiding,” she continued, releasing his hand and reaching down, opening her shift, baring her pert breasts and hard nipples…..she was aching for him now, and it showed between her legs, her glistening lips pouting and full. “It’s because, my lord, my Master,” she breathed, “you have planned it that way, to hide us in plain sight…..” She slipped his belt off, unbuttoned his trousers. “….to put us out there to be part of the community, showing some that vampyres are not monsters, not to be feared. This is not the 21st century.”
She reached down and stroked his engorged cock, pulling on the skin, sliding her hand up and down, feeling his strength, the throbbing, the passion rising, and she pushed it down, pressing it against her, ready for him to thrust home. “And now we are yours, Master, to command. You have put us just where we need to be, even Michael, and we are here now to make your dreams and your plans come true for our better good, for us, for our community, and that of the humans.”
And with that, she leaned back, waiting, her head slipping back and resting lightly on the table, her chin turning to the right, exposing her jugular, eyes closing slightly in anticipation, feeling the pulse of his cock at her dripping entrance, feeling her blood coursing in her throat, open, expectant, accepting, submitting to his desire. “We serve you, Lord. Only please command us.”
“Yes, Emily…….I will,” he whispered, now looking down at her for the first time, and he growled, baring his fangs, feeling the hunger, tasting the memory of her blood, her cum. He leaned in close, inhaling her scent, pressing his lips to her supple throat, and plunged into her.
