Sanguine Rave - A Vampire Romance (Paranormal Romance, Vampire) Read Online Free

feeling totally sated both in hunger and sex in a complete way.  She gave him her address, which she hadn't intended to do and let him drive her home.  He even walked her to the door, giving her a hot kiss and a swat on her behind with a wink before he walked away.  She almost tried to get him to stay, but this had gone so well that she was content to let him feel in control.
     
     
     
         I'm lonely, and I really don't like admitting that.  I'm used to being wanted, and that's fine but I can't say that I've felt the sort of connection I think I'm just made to want.  I miss Isaac but I'm starting to think he's never going to come find me even if he did get whatever made him send me away taken care of.  I wish I knew the truth.  Did he get bored of me?  I know he said he loved being with me, but thinking back as hard as I can, even with this fog of memory I have?  I can't remember a single time that he said he loved me .  I never thought of that before, it just didn't occur to me to wonder because he did take care of me.  Maybe he just found someone that he wanted to be with more, or someone he knew from the past.  I know I was a 'happy accident', but still that's not the same as making a mutual choice to be with each other.
     
         Which of course makes me feel pretty cruddy and even more lonely.  Is that pathetic or what?  I'm a vampire, everyone thinks it must be totally awesome but of course it's just like being alive except well, I guess we're not, not really.  I know if I got shot before I was made what I am, I'd have a gaping hole in me and would likely die without emergency surgery.  Now I could get shot and laugh, though it would hurt like the dickens.  But somehow being lonely sucks worse now than it did before.  Maybe because I feel things more deeply, more immediately.  Memory tricks again, and I wish it wasn't like that.  At least I have something to look forward to now, that building is going to make an awesome club.  I even know what I'm going to call it.  Sanguine Rave.  That's going to look amazing on shirts and I bet eventually we could even sell those to regular club goers.  I just feel really, really positive about it and I like having this in my future.  Because I bet dollars to donuts if we're as busy as I think we'll be I just won't have time to mope around and wish I wasn't alone anymore.  Elle's Diary, pages 35 – 37
     
     
    ***Three Days After the Fire***
     
         Elle sat at the little corner office she'd set up in the living room of her little house and went over the reams of paperwork dealing with the fire that had gutted her club and sighed.  Thankfully her lawyer and her partners had already done most of it, she just had to read it all and initial where she was supposed to.  The Fire Marshall's report sat in a separate pile and she flipped through it with one hand while initialing with the other.  His report was sort of ambiguous and she didn't like that; it didn't sit well with her that he had concluded that the fire was accidental but noted that with all the liquor on site that it wouldn't be too hard to conceal a fire set with that as an accelerant.  It was good enough for the insurance adjuster, who was remarkably willing to work with them which Elle supposed was something in their favor.  They'd be getting the payout sooner than expected too, and now came the back and forth on whether to rebuild at the same location or maybe move to a new location.  Elle felt an unexpected pang in her heart at that thought, she knew in the end that she wanted to fix what had been taken away from them and maybe part of that was an 'I'll show you, universe!' - or if not to the universe to whoever had done it if that suspicion she felt from the Fire Marshall's report was actually correct.
     
         The question of course that was dogging all of them, would be who would want them closed down?  They had brought in jobs, kept a lawful business and didn't