Guilty Pleasures: Chapter 2

Warning: This Chapter is rated Mature and may contain material unsuitable for readers under 18.

The neon glowed brightly. The line was backed up down the street to curl around the edge of the building. Inside, Dain was running the last system check before we actually started to make money.

I stood before them, knowing they could not see me. It was a warm night and for that I was grateful. I had my outfit for the night sent in from Italy and it would have been a bummer to freeze my ass off at my own grand opening. As it was, I let my knee-length black hair fall in waves behind me. My corset was made of the finest lace panels Italy had to offer, strung together in the front, back and sides with soft leather. In all actuality, I was wearing just enough so that when the police across the street finally saw me, they couldn't arest me for public indecency.

My skirt was also made of the same leather and was laced together on the sides, showing my pale skin. My ass-high leather boots met the back of the skirt, barely. I was all black and white and everytime I walked I falshed my thighs through the laces of the boots. The only color was the red lipstick.

I'd been standing out there for so long I was starting to think I would have to go back to make sure all the boys were still alive when Derrick and Daniel strutted out the doors. A half second later I felt their powers combine with mine to cloak them from the crowd.

Derrick and Daniel were twins. Their eyes were the extraordinary color of spring grass with streaks of red. Blood splattered grass I called it. They had their mothers eyes. Sharon had been my friend for three centuries and we had been lovers off and on for about twenty years. I had died inside the night the Church stole her from me forever. Of course, neither of her boys knew any of this. Shanon, nor I, even knew they are still alive. She died before she learned that horrid reality. I found them seven years ago when they arrived in my territory univited. I had neglected to inform them that I had known their mother once I learned who they were.

The year was 1696. The place, southern France. Sharon, then known only as "Cherie" (that still makes me cringe) and she was twenty and pregnant. As a servant of our former masters', she had no prospects. She never told me who the father was and I never asked. I had been with Pablo, my maker andmaster for a few years and I watched him watch Sharon. Nine months passed, we all knew he wanted her. But he waited. He waited for a mere three days after she birthed the twins. One week later and Sharon slept in the room next door. The twins were gone. Pablo had them sent to live with a farming family one province over. When they were nineteen, he changed them and sent them to live with a covenent in Italy. I only knew about the twins when they showed up here. We had all assumed Pablo had killed them.

All of this crossed my mind as they stalked towards me. A wind of their power blew tendrils of their waist length, black wavy hair back from their bodies, bodies covered by barely there leather thongs and boots that were exact replicas to mine. They really did have the most beautiful bodies the gods had ever made. They were both six feet and two inches of pure heaven and were easily a foot taller than me. They were orgasms wrapped in flesh and they were smiling in unison with those perfect, red, cupid bow mouths at me. There was a twinkle in their eyes as they glided down the steps. They stopped in either side of me and the three of us stood there, touching thigh-to-thigh-to-thigh, with me a little breathless.

Laughing, they turned into me and sank to the ground, settling around my legs, for all the world like great cats. Their hair pooled around my ankles, creating a lake of black. They had turned their backs to the street and both had stretched out one leg, displaying those gorgeous backsides and sinfully long, toned backs. Dain cut the flood lights and we were suddenly bathed only in the glow from the red neon above us. We were bathed in blood.

Two things happened at once, I released my power and the crowd could just suddenly see the three of us, as if by magic and second, my hidden mic was turned on from the building behind us. The three of us stood as still as statues, the complete stillness that only our kind could accomplish. We stood like that for a full five minutes before the crowd quieted down. I blinked and then very slowly began to breathe. The mic picked it up, as it was meant to. The crowd silenced itself and became intranced with the sensual, and rythmic sound of my breathing.

I spoke.

"Welcome, mon cheris, to the opening of Guilty Pleasures, where your every fantasy becomes our guilty pleasures. We invite you into our dark world on this night. The men that sit at my feet are but a taste of what you can find within our walls. If you beleive that you can survive our world, then please, my pets, follow me."

I gathered my powers and we "vanished". The boys stood and we quickly walked to the doors before the sonic boom from the women flattened us. The doors opened as we approached and Ben slipped past us, giving us time to slip in. I released the power as I exhaled. We were about to admit outsiders beyond our doors, for the first time.