self-righteous group of vampires who thought themselves above everybody else, they’d incarcerated him and others like him for several months and forced them to undergo a detox program. Rehab they’d called it!
He and the other vampires had been addicted to special blood from Chinese blood whores that a blood brothel in Hunter’s Point had provided. But one day the blood brothel had disappeared and shortly afterwards, Scanguards had killed its owner and the guards, taken the girls away, and rounded up the clients. To make them undergo treatment!
What a crock of shit that was! He knew that now. And the reason he knew it was because there at one of the luggage carousels, one of Scanguards so-called bodyguards stood, his arm around one of the blood whores he recognized. And from the fragments of conversation he picked up, he realized that this vampire, who he’d met before and whose name was Oliver, if he wasn’t mistaken, was getting married to this blood whore.
Hadn’t the people from Scanguards said that all the blood whores had been sent home? Clearly, they’d dished up a bunch of lies, trying to pacify him and the other addicts, while behind their backs they were keeping the blood whores for themselves.
His mouth salivated as the girl’s smell drifted to him. He pulled the scent deep into his lungs. Instantly, his sense memory projected vivid images into his mind. He’d never experienced anything as exhilarating as the blood of these women. It was special, and it acted like a drug to a vampire. He’d experienced that drug and had never felt a high as powerful as when he’d been suckling on the neck of one of the blood whores.
His gut clenched as the same hunger resurfaced now. He’d thought he was clean, but it appeared rehab hadn’t worked. He wanted the drugged blood of this woman. And it wasn’t fair that the people from Scanguards kept this treat for themselves. What hypocrites! They’d made him and the others suffer through the symptoms of withdrawal while they gorged themselves on the delicious blood.
The woman he’d followed earlier was forgotten, as was his flight to New York. He wasn’t leaving. No, he would stay and get his fair share. The Chinese girl on Oliver’s arm would become his meal. He would show those arrogant men from Scanguards that he had just as much a right to this blood as they.
He would show Oliver that he had no right to monopolize her.
3
Oliver set the two suitcases down inside his room and turned around, motioning his soon-to-be in-laws to enter.
“I hope you’ll be comfortable here.”
Ursula’s parents stepped into the room and let their eyes roam, while Ursula walked in behind them, her eyes equally examining the bedroom, though he was sure she was searching for her bra. Blake had not texted him back, therefore it was possible that he’d either not received the text instructing him to search for the bra or was out.
“We could have easily stayed at a hotel,” Ursula’s mother said. “There was no need to go through all this trouble.”
“No trouble at all,” he replied quickly. “My parents thought it would be best if you two took my room. And Ursula will be in the guestroom. That way, you’re all together, which makes it much easier for all the wedding preparations.”
Ursula’s father looked at his daughter. “You’re staying in this house, Wei Ling?”
“Uh, yes, Dad, but only because of the preparations for the wedding. I just moved my stuff from the dorms this morning. It would be such a trek each day to get over the bridge from Berkeley and back. I would waste too much time, and there’s so much to do,” Ursula replied hastily.
“I don’t think it’s appropriate for you to stay in the same house as Oliver. It’s bad luck,” her mother cut in and turned toward Oliver. “I’m sorry, Oliver, but we can’t do that. We can move to a hotel with Ursula. Somewhere central.”
Oliver took a steadying breath. Ursula had warned him