Page 17 of Pick Your Poison

Eight

Lilith

I’m naked from the waist down, laying across his pristine, sculpture like body on the sofa in the spare office. He’s allowed me the chance to breathe, to rest, to gather my thoughts all while he’s stroked my back and tended to my neck that isn’t even a bit sore, surprisingly.

“I have questions,” I say, looking up at him from my spot on his chest.

“I’ll answer them.”

“Do you even come? Like… normal come? Orgasms?”

“We can experience the pleasure of an orgasm, but we don’t ejaculate, no.”

I push myself up to sit because I want to see his face during this conversation.

“How old are you?”

“One hundred and twenty-two years old.”

I exhale slowly. I knew the answer would be something extraordinary, but hearing it out loud is shocking.

“How long have you been… like this?

He smiles and reaches out to touch my face. “You can say vampire or immortal, or undead. I’ve been called many things, many names, but I’ve been frozen, as I say, since 1920.”

“How?”

He reclines back casually with one of his arms behind his head. “We really don’t know the science, or magic rather, behind it, but from what we’ve gathered, you have to be on the edge of death when you receive the bite. It takes you over the edge to death then you revive like this.” He motions to himself.

“And if you’re not on the edge of death when you’re bit?” I bring my fingers to the wound on my neck that’s no longer bleeding, but instead beginning to scab.

“Then you’ll be fine, no changes.”

I look around the room and the mess we’ve made of it, and address the elephant in the room. “Why me? What did you mean that you made sure I was yours?”

“Come here.” He pulls me over his lap again so we are chest to chest. “I want to tell you a story.”

I settle against him, comfortable in his arms, and in his presence.

“In 1925, I was just settling into my new existence. It hadn’t been many years at all. I hadn’t learned to control myself, neither had my brothers.”

“Brothers?”

“Not by blood. But the family of others like me that have built a life here with me.”

“I see, okay. I got it.”

“In 1925, I met a woman named Grace and she…” he looks down and smiles. “She knocked me off my feet. She worked here at the hotel and we developed a friendship.” He slides his hand up and down my spine, in a comfortable show of affection that makes me tingle in pleasure. “It was around this time that we were starting to establish parties here at the hotel so that we’d be able to feed without question and move on.”

“I don’t understand the connection…”

“Being this way, frozen, a vampire, brings forth every carnal urge you can have. We want to feed and we want to fuck. The parties became a way to have our cake and eat it too, no pun intended. We bring a variety of individuals, some we will use for ourselves, some that are simply there to enjoy themselves. That keeps the attention off of us, for the most part.”

“Why couldn’t I remember anything about my time there? I mean, I can now, but it’s hazy at best.”

“That’s us, that’s what we do. We can… influence… thoughts and decisions. We simply use that ability to make sure that anyone we are with for the evening has no recollection.”

“So why can I?”

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