Last Kiss from the Vampire Read Online Free

put it on the passenger seat and continued driving. It was already close to nine in the evening.
    At the club, Megan was already hanging out with some of her vampire friends. The club, built into an old barn, had a very rustic interior with no windows to let pesky sunlight in and a second floor with boxes in case anyone wanted to crash in the daytime. For an additional fee, double boxed could be rented from the club owner, who ran a tight ship, but understood his guests did hook up every now and then.
    She was wearing a blue dress with a belt and talking to some of her friends from the next county. Although they appeared to be a middle aged couple, the Johnsons were in reality six hundred years old. The aging process slowed down to snail’s pace when a person turned, another reason vampires weren’t made very often. They tended to be a select bunch, but, as in Megan’s case, mistakes did happen.
    “…so he’s gotten just too dependent on me,” she was telling them with a glass of wine in her hand, “and I’m getting sick and tired of having to tell him everything to do. He wanted to know if it was okay to cum last night. Can you believe that? What man asks to cum?”
    “I wish someone would at least let me know in advance,” Mr. Johnson said a split second before his wife rabbit punched him. “Ow!”
    “You were the vamp first in your relationship,” Megan said to Ms. Johnson. “How did he deal with it?”
    “The situation was a lot different back then,” Ms. Johnson said. “You really can’t compare. We were both members of the landed aristocracy back then. You could get away with a lot more than you can now. But then the revolution came and poor Queen Marie, but you know the rest.”
    “You had me as your personal servant,” Mr. Johnson said. “Don’t you remember? I had to wear servant’s clothes and go find you fresh young men every week. It was not easy. Then you beat when you were displeased.”
    “And you started enjoying my cane too much, so I turned you. I remember now. Just wasn’t sure of the sequence of events.”
    “The problem is, dear,” she said to Megan, “you have to think about yourself. Are you happy with the relationship? Because if you’re not, then you need to do something about it. Find another donor or just cut him off. It can be painful, but sometimes it has to be done.”
    “Well you seemed to have worked it all out,” she said to Ms. Johnson, “taking another sip on the wine glass.”
    “I worked it out by turning him. Are you willing to do that?”
    Megan put her glass down on the bar and was silent.
    “I’m not sure,” she said. “I’d have to find the right vampire to do it. I don’t think the viscount would help me. A mortal Steven is bad enough. Having a vampire version playing video games for the next two hundred years on my hands would be a nightmare.”
    “It might change his way of looking at things,” Mr. Johnson said to her. “You changed. So did I.”
    Megan brushed back her hair and looked at the other vampires in the club. It was a quiet night since it was Thursday. There were only twenty or so guests in it. Most of the others were at tables in groups of three or four. They all seemed in deep conversation. One of the advantages of the club was its “vampire only” policy which kept out the gawkers and blood chasers. Legally the owner couldn’t keep anyone out, but it wasn’t an official club, so he got away with a lot.
    She saw one the other new vamps take an interest in her from a table on the other side of the room. He was tall, solid and dressed in a perfectly tailored suite. The man had a build on him that would make sculptors weep. He’s been a competitive body builder before some lady vampire decided she wanted him as an eternal boy toy. After being turned Dominic, as that was his name, decided he could do better than being stuck with a woman three hundred years his senior. He’d dumped her and was there with a woman his own age