The Vampire Queen's Mate

Chapter 3: A Night Out

A few hours later they all piled gracefully into the sleek black limousine as Igor held the door for them attentively. Bianka had outdone herself on the outfits this time. She selected a dark red as her theme for the evening. Each of the women wore a dark red dress and black designer stilettos. Sascha insisted on a classy black mink fur shrug to compliment her outfit and adorn her toned arms. If there was any doubt they were members of an elite wealthy circle from their attitudes, the outfits told a story of wealthy high class women out for a night on the town, and that’s exactly what they were doing enjoying a night on the town selecting the most delicious desserts to lure back to the penthouse. 

In Russia, where a vampire runs the city, there are several underground “clubs” the undead control and often frequent. In some of the lower end facilities vampires feed openly from visiting guests dancing in  hypnotic trances to the music that blares through the speaker. A vampire of Sascha’s status would never be caught in a facility such as that, no Sascha frequented the most elite clubs reserved for only the highest ranking members of the coven. In these exclusive clubs patrons were taken to individual private rooms where they could party with friends enjoying drinks and a personalized selection of dinner guests. While lounging on plush designer furniture. Some clubs offered themed experiences for their guests with month-long waiting lists. The lower facilities are generally filled with thrown out familiars desperate for the next fix, addicted to a vampire’s bite. Whereas, the exclusive clubs stocked only fresh familiars. You wouldn’t find bite track marks on any familiars at the clubs Sascha belonged to or owned. Yes, sometime back as the club scene really began to rise in popularity Sascha had purchased her own private and elite club. It became quite successful and generates enough income to contribute to the investment funds. It was so successful Sascha now owns three such clubs, one in the United States, the one in Russia, and another in Japan. They have most recently explored opening a second U.S. location as well as one in Italy. 

The elegant black limousine came to a smooth stop in the rounded driveway of a once mansion. Soft lights glowed from the windows of the mansion turned club. It would almost pass as a normal home still if it weren’t for the onslaught of limousines and expensive cars endlessly pulling into the circular drive to deliver their fanged guests for an evening of fun and delight. Viktor and the three women patiently waited for Igor to come around and open the door. Viktor emerged first as always. He accompanied the Queen on every outing as her personal bodyguard, a title he has donned for many ages lifetimes over. Viktor turned to help Igor assist the three women. Sascha was the last to emerge from the limousine. 

Sascha turned to Igor as she wrapped her arm through Viktor’s awaiting arm and whispered silkily, “thank you for providing my favorite limousine on such short notice, be sure to settle up with Jasper in the morning, and be sure you are here waiting for us when we are ready to retire for the evening.” 

Igor gave Sascha a wink and nodded in agreement. He knew tonight might get messy and for his services he would be handsomely rewarded with a large transfer to his bank account. Igor closed the door gently and rounded the car sliding into the driver’s seat like he had done a million other nights. He pulled the car into the exit line and veered off down the private drive to park the limousine in the carriage house around the back. He parked the car and handed the keys to the carriage house guards before heading into a rear entrance to join Viktor on bodyguard duty. He quickly made his way to the Queen’s personal suite and joined Viktor outside the door. They nodded to one another. Tonight would be strictly business, Igor and Viktor would be on high alert. 

Behind closed doors the girls were already enjoying themselves. They sipped on martini’s and watched as many attractive familiars danced seductively to the music. It didn’t take long for Bianka to find a handsome victim to catch her eye. She winked at the girls and ambled off in his direction to sample his sweet blood. Milana and Kataya were a bit more picky. Milana only likes men with green eyes and dark hair. When she found one dressed in a designer suit she sultry crossed the room with her best supermodel walk. He was seated in a large wingback chair sipping a scotch. She confidently sat down in his lap making herself comfortable. Reaching up she stroked his neat and trim goatee sensually before sliding her hand gently up his thigh causing his already enlarged member to bulge even more. Kataya, preferred to feed on seductive and scantily clad women. After a second drink she noticed an attractive girl across the room and left to enjoy her main course. Kataya danced erotically with the beautiful women for several songs before running her hands up and down her body and delivering icy cold kisses across her neck and collarbone before biting down hard to feel the rush of blood flood her mouth. 

Sascha was the most picky of the three but finally she spotted an attractive young man. She was drawn to his large shoulders and crystal blue eyes. Unlike the other women Sascha preferred to stalk and scare her prey before enjoying them. She slinked off into the shadows of the room waiting and planning to attack him once she could feel his anxiety hanging in the air. Blood always tastes better when it’s full of fear she thought to herself before jumping on the familiar's back and ripping into his jugular. Blood sprayed everywhere and ran down Sascha’s lips. 

“Mmmmmm,” he really was delicious she mused. As tempted as she was to finish him off she decided to show some restraint and pace herself. This was only the first club they were visiting tonight. These victims merely appetizers; and Sascha couldn’t wait to bring dessert home.