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indigestion.
    She'd tried increasing her intake of Prana from blood, but when her Donors, Ash and Hail, started looking spent she'd had to back off. It hadn't helped anyway.
    If the crystal healer she had scheduled in a few days didn't help balance her energy, she was going to visit a traditional doctor and inquire about antidepressants. She hated the idea of putting chemicals in her body, but if things didn't improve, she didn't know what other option she had.
    After pressing glitter into her ruby red lipstick, she chose her smallest, most delicate fangs and slipped them over her canines. Custom made by one of the best fangsmiths in the country, they fit perfectly and looked completely natural. Only veneers looked more realistic. She wore too many hats in her life for that option.
    Methodically and without interest, she moved through her warm up—a series of sun salutations and ballet stretches—until her muscles felt loose and limber. After checking her image once more in the mirror, she dusted her hands with climber's chalk and then made her way to the staging area.
    The singer from one of the bands also performing that night, From Death We Emerge, approached her, drinking her in appreciatively. She forced a warm smile to her lips.
    "Angel," he drawled, taking her hand and kissing it. His lips lingered on her skin longer than was respectful.
    "Evan."
    He released her hand, but his fingers trailed up her arm. "You look gorgeous."
    She forced the smile to stay. She knew the role she was expected to play—beautiful vampire seductress. At times, like now, the role was exhausting. She allowed his fingers to linger on her shoulder. "Thank you. Are you playing after my act?"
    "We are. Can I get you a drink later?" His eyes were lidded. " Any kind of drink."
    The implication was not lost on her. There were many anxious to become her Donor, or in this instance, play her victim. She had long outgrown the power thrill her image and identity gave her.
    There was some temptation in the proposition. Judging by the arousal straining his skinny jeans, his orgasm would no doubt explode the moment her lips touched his skin. The amount of Prana released would probably satisfy her needs for at least a day, if she could manage to absorb it all.
    She leaned closer to him. "I'll need a drink by then," she said, tracing the side of her neck with her middle two fingers, careful not to get climbing chalk on her skin. His energy spiked, the waves of sexual arousal pouring from him, thick with pheromones. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on drinking it in. It wasn't easy, but she'd gotten better at it. Her body reacted instinctually to the sex in the energy, blood surging to her core. The temptation to take him into a quiet corner and spill his blood suddenly overwhelmed her. She squelched the desire.
    Slowly she opened her eyes and met his.
    "I want you so badly," he said.
    The way the lust in his eyes greedily devoured her already told her that. She wanted his energy though, not his affection.  
    "I know," she said. The DJ was announcing her name. "Maybe after your set we can get that drink." The drink would be a martini or glass of wine, but he didn't need to know that.
    As she made her way on stage, she gave a portion of her attention to the glimmers of guilt she felt for exploiting his attraction to her, but only a portion. From the time she'd entered puberty, men, and sometimes women, viewed her as little more than a beautiful object to possess. She'd learned very quickly to use it to her advantage. Her goal was never to harm, but it was sometimes impossible.
    She thought briefly of Ash and pushed that guilt below the other regrets.
    As she approached her aerial silks, she turned her focus to the audience attentively watching her and the serene energy oozing from them. Gripping the smooth fabric, she began to climb, letting the music guide her pace. Snaking one leg around the fabric column and stepping on the material draped over her foot