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window
in the house had disappeared. All that remained was the hard, brown
stone of bricks.
    “ That is,” she purred into
the vampire’s ear…the wrong ear to come from the telephone
receiver, “if you can get in.”
    The connection went dead.
    Luca shook his head wearily, yet he had
a smile on his face. She had more tricks than he’d seen in any one
witch before. She might be even trickier than his own psychotic
sire. A part of him trembled as he thought of his old mistress. She
drank him dry inside the church he had attended since birth—so much
for the protection of his god. She had tucked him away after she’d
forced the blood on him, hiding his corpse in a small crypt, where
the prior occupant had long ago wasted away to dust. She woke him
three nights later by dripping holy water on his bare
chest.
    She’d taken his virginity that night,
his arms and legs chained to the altar as she gave him such great
pleasure, and dealt him such terrible pain, dripping the acid-like
water in time with her own undulating hips. From that night on,
pain had been irrevocably linked to the pleasure of sex.
    How many times had she cut him deep
with a silver blade just as he’d climaxed? How many times had she
branded him with a crucifix as she rode him to her own
orgasm?
    He gulped, but then felt a little
thrill start to burn in his chest. It rose in intensity until he
thought he would burst into flames. He could only hope the witch
was so inclined, and so creative.
     

Chapter 5
    To Luca’s frustration, not only were
the windows of the witch’s house now gone, but so were the doors.
He knew where the front door had been, but as he ran his hands over
the unforgiving bricks of the outer walls of the house, he could
not find it.
    And that’s all he needed: a door he
could smash to a thousand splintery pieces. Now that he had an
invitation, all he needed was an entrance. Fangs fully extended, he
seethed with aggravation. He had to get into the house. His thirst
for the witch’s blood was excruciating.
    As he circled the brownstone he
sporadically beat his fists against the brick walls, and searched
frantically for a windowpane he could break in through. But he
found nothing but more infernal brick.
    Ultimately, he stood once again across
the street from the house and stared up from the shadows to where
there should have been windows. He knew that if he did not enter
the house before the sun rose, the next night the invitation would
be lost. But if he could just get inside, even if he didn’t kill
her, he would be free to enter anytime he wanted.
    Of course, that was if he could find
his way into the house for a second time…and since he wasn’t doing
very well with that at the present, he wondered if he was being
overly optimistic.
    And what if the witch knew how to
revoke the invitation? He had heard that it had happened a few
times in the past, but truthfully he hadn’t put much stock into the
rumors. Of course, until tonight, Luca had never once considered
not killing his prey. Maybe those tales of revoked invitations had
also been brought on because one of his brethren had wanted to turn
his prey into his companion.
    Maybe this is an
omen? Luca rubbed the back of his neck.
Ever since the moment he’d laid his hands on the witch’s creamy
soft skin, he had felt an incredible burning at the back of his
neck, right at the base of his skull. Maybe that was an omen too.
And the way that electrical connection had been when he’d touched
her. Not to mention the fact that the witch’s blood was what had
lured him to the blasted city in the first place.
    Luca’s attention came to rest high
above where the windows had been, up on the gabled rooftop. There
stood a large stone and brick chimney—and there wasn’t a bit of
smoke wafting out to smudge the clear, black night sky.
    Ah…just what I was looking
for…
    Luca, as with most vampires, was a very
good climber. He had heard stories of vampires who could fly. But
that,