Page 9 of My Mr. Vampire

“If I can be brutally honest, I don’t even know why I did it. I might have turned him because of you.”

“Because of me.” What did he mean?

“But I did turn him and now I have a son.”

“A son?” I could feel my eyebrows arch back into my hairline.

“Not that kind of son. He’s an adult. It’s taboo to make children into vampires, but of course, some of us do make children vampires for selfish reasons. It’s not a big deal. You can meet my protégé at The Castle tonight.”

“Your new vampire son?” I practically choked the words out.

“Yes.”

My mind did cartwheels. I glanced back down at my cell phone screen. “I know what you said earlier. Can vampires procreate?” Somehow, I knew the answer to this question, but I asked it anyway. I had to be sure.

“We cannot. Not the way humans do. Our only children will be the ones that we turn or adopt. I believe our internal organs are dead.”

“Huh, so that means you have a maker.”

“I do. He’s older. His name is Gillian.” Zand shifted his weight on the couch. “I believe he’s in L.A. where he should be.”

Something in Zand’s tone let me know there was something going on with his maker. Now wasn’t the time to ask him about this man. I had a hundred and one other questions I wanted to ask. As soon as I asked one question, a million others popped into my head.

The sound of Zand’s cell phone ringing interrupted my thoughts. We both had the same cell phone, but I was holding mine in my hand.

Zand removed his cell phone from the front pocket of his black jeans. He looked at me before answering.

“Yes… The Castle…I will be there tonight… No… I thought he left town…” Zand stood and left the room, leaving me sitting on the couch. I didn’t mind. It was clearly something urgent regarding the club. He had to run a business. All my vampire questions could wait for another time.

CHAPTER THREE

CHANEL

Ihad grown accustomed to taking naps during the daytime so I could hang out with my man, my man, my man, in the nighttime. I loved calling him my man. Praying to the good lord to keep me from being possessive wasn’t working. I was just happy I was keeping all those feelings on the inside.

Because he owned and operated a nightclub, as his girlfriend, I had to make my presence known. I had to let these goofy groupies know that the boy was mine. I only had to show up and be with him. That was literally all I wanted to do. So, it worked out for me. Spending time with him was my drug of choice.

I didn’t know which vampires knew I was aware of their secret. I tried to treat everyone the same way I did before I knew about their little secret society. I tried not to stare at these deadly people. Pretty difficult when I was surrounded by vamps, and something about that level of danger was odd and exhilarating.

I was dressed in a skintight leather dress and peep-toe black Louboutin pumps. Both the dress and shoes were gifts from my mister vampire. I strolled inside the club on his arm withmy pediatric nurse hat off, and my baddies Midwest hat fully activated. Zand was proud to show me off.

As we entered the club, I told Zand that I loved being his girlfriend, but I didn’t really need him to announce it to the world. I didn’t want a target on my back. Plus, a single club owner was more appealing than one in a serious relationship. I wanted to make sure his business stayed successful. If women come to The Castle because of the handsome club owner, I was going to have to deal with it.

Zand made me feel loved. So, I didn’t need to be claimed in the way I did with the men from my past. I was secure in this relationship. He was opening up to me. Even though he was a vampire, I didn’t fear he was going to snap one day and kill me. I felt fear when dating human men so many times there were too many instances to count. And since every six hours a Black woman or girl was killed by a man, mostly in domestic situations, I thought that maybe I was safer dating a vampire. This was me, in the woods, choosing the bear. My bear was a vampire.

“Do you need a drink?” Zand asked, bringing me out of my morbid thoughts and into the moment.

“Yeah, but I can go get it myself.”

“Go to Marco. He’ll hook you up.” He pointed toward the bar.

“Purple hair and tattoos?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s Marco.”

I never knew his name. I remembered he was nice to me and Morgan the first time we came to The Castle. He looked Hispanic.

I pushed the see-through curtain back and left the table in the VIP section, and I couldn’t even get up good before Natasha rushed over and sat right where I was sitting. I fought the urge to roll my eyes when I looked back at her. She was so damn extra.I could tell her and Zand never had anything sexual between them. She was more like an annoying little sister.

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