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done.
    He stared at his bed and accepted that he was exhausted. Yet there was an exhilaration running through his veins in unaccustomed glee. He had a task, a challenge before him, the likes of which he’d not imagined in his wildest dreams.
    Sidney turned his back on his inviting bed and quit the room. He was seeking his sanctuary, the study that overlooked the ocean.
    It was there that he kept his most precious possessions—his books. And it was there that he found the one he was looking for…a fifteenth century grimoire written in almost undecipherable Latin.
    It dealt with the creatures known as Mortuus Victus .
    The Dead Who Live .
     
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    Her hair dazzled him, shards of flaming heat that pierced his eyes. He watched her helplessly, unable to look away.
    As he had done for close to ten years now, Adrian tossed in his sleep, moaning a little as images of Thérèse plagued him. A vision that was as fresh and as distinct in his mind on this day as it had been the day after she had “turned” him to the darkness.
    A part of his mind knew what this vivid nightmare meant—he would need to feed soon. She always appeared to him more strongly around the time his body began to crave fresh sustenance.
    He wished he knew more about the whole process. About how he had been made and how he could be un -made or at least die. All these questions danced in the back of his mind, but in his somnolent state she danced in the front of his mind, obliterating most everything else in the way of coherent thought.
    She moved before him as she always did—naked and sensual, an invitation that could not be ignored or declined. There was no music and yet he could hear a melody in the movement of her limbs as they sinuously wrapped around her own body, stroking, caressing—gliding over skin he knew too well—all silk and cool cream.
    She spun and twirled and touched her breasts, a smooth slick of her palms—no more—but it was sufficient to arouse her nipples and send a bolt of lust through Adrian’s body to his loins. His cock was growing harder by the moment and the urge to take her, to plunge his swollen length into her cool pussy and ravage her, built inexorably within him.
    He felt the strain of his need lying solidly down one thigh, rigid evidence of her presence within his dreams. He was somewhere between wakefulness and sleep—in a twilight world where temptation played and evil knew no boundaries.
    Adrian sighed as Thérèse slid her hand slowly down over her abdomen to the icy red fire that glowed between her thighs. Long white fingers threaded through shining red curls and she spread them apart to reveal the glistening shape of her clit, which stood out wetly from her swollen pussy lips.
    She smiled, a gleaming white spread of teeth, and made sure he saw her fangs as they protruded over lips as red as any ripe apple. He knew what was to come—and it  wasn’t him .
    She beckoned and sure enough a figure appeared. As if drugged, the man—he was a pale blond this time—staggered into Adrian’s vision and collapsed at Thérèse’s feet.  His cock was solidly erect and with much sensual writhing, she sank down and straddled it.
    Adrian could almost feel the embrace of her velvet sheath, the touch of her thighs and the grasp of her fingertips. She made sure he could see the shining length of cock as she raised and lowered herself on it. She gleefully shared the pleasure she was experiencing, her mind playing tricks with Adrian’s and arousing him to the point of painful ecstasy.
    Finally she broke, shuddering into her orgasm and turning her head to stare into Adrian’s eyes at that exact moment. Then she lowered her head, and without breaking eye contact, she bit into the neck of her victim.
    Adrian howled silently, his cock rigid and aching, his mouth opened wide and revealing his own fangs. He hungered for her, and for the blood she was taking. Maddened by the twin desires he struggled against himself and—as