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  Every evening thereafter, I would anxiously check the lineup list. And every night, I became more and more disenchanted, when her name and mine were never coordinated. Growing increasingly anxious for a chance to be with her, I devised a plan.

  I would quit hoping and placing all my hopes in the hands of others for a chance to be with her. Instead, I would pursue her in the traditional sense.

  But where do I start? How does one go about that sort of thing? I have never really had a genuine relationship, only a string of sexual rendezvous and flings. And never before have I had to pursue a woman. They have always approached me! And since I have been at Sanguelascivia, all of my sexual needs have been satisfied by the multitude of encounters I have while performing. Rarely have I even had sex off stage, as I actually value my space and time to myself when not performing.

  Regardless, I had set my mind to it. I would woo Giuliana, make her forget she ever saw or had Sven. She would become mine and she would love me and only me. What that would mean for our future here, I did not yet know, though I was sure that things would have to change. If watching her with others was so tormenting when she was not even literally mine, than I could not imagine how exponentially agonizing it would be when she was. Not to mention how she might feel about me fucking other women.

  Well, we will deal with that when the time comes.

  The night after her initial stage performance, I was assigned to Inga, the same blonde who Giuliana had been with the previous night. Though I did not like her attitude, I cannot deny that strictly in the female attraction sense, she was one of the finest women there. She was everything most men dreamt of when they were busy… well, you know.

  Nonetheless, she is nothing compared to Giuliana.

  I was scheduled to perform in a threesome with two women, as was she.

  Well, this should be interesting. At least I can imagine them both to be Giuliana, though I had better be careful or I will not be able to sustain myself to complete the show!

  Somehow, I was able to manage, though I was finding it increasingly difficult to perform with other women. It was just not the same. The excitement of it all was sharply diminished. I was starting to feel that the only way I would be able to culminate the act was to think of her, and yet also, thinking of her would threaten to send me over the edge precipitately.

  The next night she was scheduled to do a show with two men, and once again neither of them was myself. I resolved I was not going to allow another night to pass without being close to her.

  It was customary before a performer went onstage for their featured act to be properly prepared by someone backstage, especially the women, so as to arouse them beyond their nervousness, and to the point of eager readiness. I suddenly felt foolish for not having thought of it earlier.

  I shall volunteer to prep her!

  Finally, I will know her scent, know her taste, know the feel of her skin beneath my hands.

  Donning my most gorgeous smile — and of course, nothing else— I strode towards her. Nervousness set in, as she watched me approach and I hoped I would not disappoint her.

  “Giuliana, I would be delighted to ready you for your show,” I stated, chagrinned by the nervous tone which sounded in my voice.

  To my delight, she straightened up her naked body as if to display it for me and smiled in what seemed to be acceptance. The beauty of it nearly turned me to putty.

  And then to my utter dismay, Lucia intercepted.

  “Thank you Vincenzo, you are so dear,” our stage director cooed, winking at me.

  My blood began to simmer.

  “However, there is not sufficient time, as Giuliana’s show has been moved up after the premature finish of our previous performers. Speaking of which, she tends to have issue with that herself, so I do not think she will suffer much from not having been prepped. She shall fare just fine. Why just last night, she climaxed without warning as Marco readied her. I am sure the two fine specimens of man flesh she is to perform with will have her moist and panting soon enough.”

  Poor Giuliana’s face flushed at Lucia’s humiliation of her.

  How can she say such unkind things about her?

  Giuliana lifted her eyes, and were promptly met by mine. I was comforted by the obvious disappointment I read in them, telling me that perhaps she was not yet lost to me, perhaps there truly was still a chance for me to win her heart.

  Leaving me to my incessant unfulfilled longing for her, she sauntered out onto the stage to meet the two privileged males who would have her body tonight.

  My own show shortly thereafter was with just one woman and in my mind, she was Giuliana. I made love to her as I never had before onstage. I noticed Giuliana watching my performance from the side curtains, a strange expression upon her face. I was unsure as to what it meant. However, when next I looked, she was no longer there, which saddened me. But then, why would I want her to watch me another woman? Perhaps it was merely because that was as close as I could get to being with her while doing that. With her at least there for me to look at, I could more so imagine she was the one I made love to.

  Occasionally one of the solitary female Vampire patrons would convince the staff to let them be taken on stage— and for some reason, I seemed to be their chosen favourite. Doing them was nothing like having sex with a human woman. Aside of the obvious cold-skinned thing, they would never fail to seize control of the entire situation, fucking me wildly, nearly into exhaustion. Then they would always command me to release my climax in their mouths, so they could relish it, greedily swallowing every drop of it down their throats. This primed them all the more for the grand finale— their drinking from me.

  Of course, beholding all of this would incite the Vampires in the audience into a frenzy, male and female alike. After a couple of catastrophic mishaps, eventually the proprietors of Sanguelascivia wisely decided to place a sanction on those shows. However, till this day, their patrons have never given up requesting them. I feared that the desire to keep their indispensable patrons satisfied and coming back would in time cloud their judgment.

  That night, rather than the males which I tended towards, I selected a female Vampire to entertain privately. Only this time, I was determined to take control of the situation. This was to be for my advantage. Though no one could come close to the lovely Giuliana, she possessed a vaguely similar appearance, enough to fulfill my fantasy. Unlike some, this one was accompanied by her mate, who was also Vampire, and he happened to be blonde, of obvious Scandinavian descent.

  Yes, this is going to do nicely.

  I needed to relieve some steam and rid myself of insecurities and I knew this would likely be a good way in which to accomplish that.

  As Vampire males had the most illfated disadvantage of being unable to fully perform, and therefore keep their female mates satisfied— who by contrast tended to be exceedingly highly sexed— they would resort to escorting them to an establishment such as Sanguelascivia, and at least have the privilege of being with their mate while they were being serviced. And to be honest, I never had felt entirely comfortable with that particular situation.

  But tonight, I was not about to let it get to me. Instead, I planned to use it entirely to my advantage. First, I would command him to stroke and suck me to get me nice and hard for her while I lavished her body with my gifted tongue. He would not be able to decline because this was about her pleasure, and knowing the females’ lascivious natures, she would not pass up the chance to see it. Once I had her adequately writhing, I would give his female the finest fuck she had ever had, making her purr and moan and scream out my name, while he sat back observing.

  And I was going to relish each and every minute!

  Because this time, in my mind, I would be having sex with Giuliana, while it was Sven who was forced to do nothing but observe and see how a real man pleasures a woman, how much better I could satisfy a woman like Giuliana.

  Of course, for her participation, afterwards I allowed the satiated f
emale Vamp to drink her fill from me. I was even generous enough to allow her mate a taste.

  It went rather well, precisely how I had envisioned it. Nevertheless, while I felt completely invincible during the session, afterwards, I did not feel as relieved as I had thought I would. Though my body was amply satisfied, still I was left with a strange sort of empty feeling, my heart aching for more.

  Or was it merely due to my diminished blood supply? No, I had experienced that before. But this feeling, I was certain I had never experienced anything like it before. It almost hurt.

  Was this love?

  Chapter Four

  I seemed to be just as popular among the male Vampires as I was with the females at the club and since I liked to keep things fresh, over the years, I had had my share of them in the VIP rooms.

  Of course, it was a whole different game with the males. Although, with them, things could go in two vastly different directions.

  Some desired primarily to dominate me, donning a belt with a phallus fashioned of leather and ordering me to suck them before penetrating me with it. Of course, the grand finale for any of them was the moment they sank their teeth into me and imbibed my hot blood into them to fill their own hollow veins. The dominant, sadistic ones scared me the most, for I feared they would become carried away and take things that one step too far, which in my position could prove to be fatal.

  Still, others preferred to play a more submissive role, seeming to cherish the opportunity to worship my large, rigid organ with their hands, as well as orally. I decided they did it in reverence of that which they no longer possessed. I found that they relished tasting my seed, just as did the female Vamps. I suppose it was because, like the blood, it was another life affirming fluid. Perhaps, it made them feel more human, more alive, if only for an evanescent moment.

  And then, there were the ones who chose to take on both roles. If there was one thing I was sure that I knew about Vampires, it was that they could be quite unpredictable and difficult to decipher. Though, I suppose ones’ existing for hundreds of years could prove to be rather mundane after a while.

  They had to do something to excite their soul. Well, that is, if they even possessed one. And I was not one to believe that they did.

  But then, one day, I met a male Vampire who seemed to disprove all of my previously established opinions of their kind.

  Offering his hand out to me, he introduced himself in the most gentlemanly manner. “I am pleased to be of your acquaintance,” he began rather eloquently, although still, that meant little to me at the time as many of them initially presented themselves in quite a deceivingly refined manner. “I am Niccolò.”

  Though with him, I did not sense the typical underlying menace that was usually always present with them. And after four years of dealing with their kind, trust me, my instincts had become finely honed.

  “Likewise,” I replied, attempting to quickly assess him. “I am Vincenzo.”

  Niccolò was of average height, a bit on the stout side, with well-kept curly hair black as night and eyes nearly as dark. His genuine smile made me feel even more at ease, for he seemed to radiate compassion.

  I simply did not know what to make of him.

  And that made me anxious.

  He must be very good at his act, to fool even me as this.

  With him following, I led him back to the VIP room.

  “Please, make yourself comfortable,” I instructed, motioning to the settee, for he seemed slightly uneasy.

  Perhaps it is his first time back here.

  “Thank you, Vincenzo,” Niccolò replied graciously.

  My chest already bared, my hands moved to my leather pants and began to unfasten them.

  “Oh no, Vincenzo, please, there is no need for that,” he stated, exhibiting just a slight bit of embarrassment. Though, he also made no pretense about taking in the sight of my bare muscles. “Let us just become better acquainted, shall we?” Niccolò patted the settee beside him, smiling that ‘too nice guy’ smile again.

  I was in shock. This had never before happened to me with a male Vampire, since the core of their manhood had essentially been taken away from them, leaving them mentally so sexually frustrated, they jumped at the chance for any sexual interaction to prove themselves once more.

  So I sat beside him and we chatted for some time. He seemed genuinely interested in learning about me, about the kind of person I was. I told him of all the adventures I had experienced, both since I had been at Sanguelascivia, as well as before, when I was an actor. We talked about nearly everything.

  Everything, that is, but Giuliana.

  “Ah, Vincenzo, how I would have loved to see you play Romeo!” Niccolò remarked. “It is one of my regrets, that Shakespeare is one man I never did have the occasion to meet.”

  I smiled at him, thinking of all the famous artists he had relayed to me that he had known in his time during the Renaissance, back when he was turned.

  What a fascinating life he has led!

  I kept waiting for him to suddenly snap or something, for the Monster to reveal its true form.

  But it never happened.

  And even stranger still, I actually felt quite comfortable with him. Never had I let my guard down with one of them before. My interaction with them was merely duty, albeit at times with the added benefit of being sexually pleasurable. But never had I come close to being able to consider one of them as any sort of friend. They were just Vampires.

  But not Niccolò. He was clearly different, and I found myself genuinely liking him.

  After more than an hour had passed and we had done nothing but converse, I realised that perhaps with the sort of refined gentleman he was, he was waiting for me to offer my blood to him, rather than presuming it was his to take.

  “Forgive me, would you care to taste of me now, Niccolò?” I offered, tilting my head away from him to expose myself.

  His eyes shot to my bare neck, and flared, his tongue hastily slipping out to lick his lips.

  Ah, here it is, the Vampire in him about to emerge. I was beginning to wonder if he was even truly a Vampire at all…

  But then, to my surprise once more, he recomposed himself.

  “Oh, thank you, Vincenzo, for your most generous offer,” he began. I thought I could detect the slightest hint of regret in his voice, though if it truly was there, he covered it well. “Nonetheless, I believe it would be to both our benefits to wait till another time.” He rose from the settee to stand, and taking my hand within his, planted a tender kiss upon it before turning to open the door.

  “Until next time, my dear Vincenzo,” Niccolò said, kissing both of my cheeks in turn. Then he left me, bewildered.

  There is no figuring this one out!

  Niccolò returned to see me several more times, and always it was the same. No attempt whatsoever at anything sexual. Merely conversation and companionship.

  He is the most peculiar Vampire ever I have encountered! He almost seems human…

  On his fifth visit, after my habitually offering my blood to him just before the end of each time, finally Niccolò accepted. When he pierced me with his teeth, I could scarcely feel any pain, and he drank from me with the utmost of care.

  Never had I experienced anything quite like it with another Vampire.

  At last, realising perhaps he was merely too genteel to approach a matter of such decadent flavour, I decided that the next time he called on me I would put him to the test.

  Exactly one week later he returned to Sanguelascivia.

  And I propositioned him.

  And he declined.

  I was in utter shock! Never before had my highly sought after sexual services been rejected!

  “Trust me, Vincenzo, you are an incredibly attractive man. Anyone would desire someone like you. And I do desire you. But not like this, not here. If I may confess, I want more from you than tawdry sexual thrills in this back room. Not to in any way demean what you do, of course… and I am sure you are quit
e good at what you do…” His eyes drifted off for a moment as though he was contemplating the vision which he had just evoked.

  Ah, so he does shroud some sexual part of him deep in there. I was beginning to think I had met the one celibate Vampire!

  Mildly embarrassed for his distraction, Niccolò continued, “Forgive me, I digress. As I was saying, I have grown rather fond of you, Vincenzo. It would be my honour if you would consent to be mine. I would like to offer you a permanent position with me in my home as my companion.” Finishing his speech, he gazed to me hopefully.

  “Niccolò,” I began, the tone in my voice already conveying my answer. “I am flattered by your offer, truly I am. And if ever there was anyone whose offer I would consider, I assure you, it would be yours. However, this is just not the best time for me. There is something I wish to pursue. I would never forgive myself if I did not wait to let it properly play out.”

  “Ah, I see,” Niccolò responded, his tone one of sudden comprehension. “A woman… Even after these several years of being exposed to countless women, now at last, for the first time in your life, you have fallen in love and it has you spellbound.” His lips turned up into a perceptive smile. “Yes, trust me, I can understand.”

  I looked at him, stunned at his enigmatic ability for insight.

  How could he know?

  Never had I felt so bad turning an offer down. And, believe me, I had had my share. But never any that I would have actually given the slightest consideration.

  But I truly had grown to be quite fond of Niccolò.

  And now, there was no way I could accept.

  Giuliana…

  No, I could not possibly now.

  Not that I ever had the slightest desire to accept any of their offers before. Even if it did come with the benefit of putting a halt on my aging as a human for the duration, that was just not the kind of life I wanted— being slave to one Vampire’s thirst—to their twisted sexual demands. I had been perfectly happy where I was, having sex with different females every night. But now, I had a quite different reason to stay.

  “Yes, that is exactly it,” I replied, still astounded.