Page 127 of Eternal Obsession

Alex peered into the throng, admiring the dancers. He was enticed into the hypnotic mood. The liquid enhanced the ambience. He wanted to join them. Neon lights jumped and pulsed to the thumping bass.

Alex was seduced by the music. The poison raced within him, inflaming his every desire. A handsome mortal stepped before him, staring at him. Reading his mind, Alex detected the man’s intensions. Alex held his breath, glancing at me for permission, and on receiving a nod, he stared back at the mortal.

Alex studied the man’s form, his height and dress. The mortal enchanted him. Alex felt empowered and reveled to be found exquisite, beholder of an ethereal beauty. He glanced again at me. The blood thirst overwhelmed him, and he allowed the mortal to take his hand and guide him into the center of the gyrating crowd.

The mortal moved seductively, perfectly in time with the bass. Alex judged him to be no older than twenty-four. Any previous doubt he had disappeared. Alex could no longer resist. Led on by obsession, he leaned in and placed his bared teeth against the balmy neck. The gullible man snuggled in close, embracing him.

I placed a distracting hand upon Alex’s shoulder and drew him back.

Alex caught my gesture of disapproval.

“Not here. We’ll go into the private part of the club,” I shouted over the noise.

With the ghost of a smile and a tilt of my head, I promised without words that the heart of the club held pleasures yet unknown.

They both followed me.

On entering the lavish room, I nudged them to the furthest corner. The music thumped through the walls.

“This is more like it.” I sighed. “Now remember, slowly. Enjoy it, and not too rough.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” the mortal snapped. “You can piss off.” He headed back into the club.

“I am Orpheus,” I said.

He hesitated and turned. “It’s your club?”

“It is,” I replied.

“I . . . well, I’m just not into this kind of scene,” he said.

“Funny, that’s not what I heard, Edward,” I said.

“Have we met before?” Edward asked.

“No.”

Edward was confused. “Then how do you. . . ?

“Let him go, Daumia,” Alex said.

“Excuse me?” I glared at Alex.

“What I meant was . . .”

“I’m waiting,” I said.

“Waiting for what?” Edward said.

I checked my watch. “Perhaps, Alex, you would rather return to the basement and have a third round?”

Alex reeled. “Daumia.”

I stepped closer. “This is a form of torture, Alex. Put him out of his misery.”

Alex wavered.

“Right then,” I said, “back to the basement, now.”