Darker Than Blood

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Her hand on the golden handle.

Her heart drumming in her ears. .

She pulled the handle down. . making sure to do it as quietly as possible. .all she had to do was just peek in.

And she did peek in. .the crack barely letting her see but still she managed to take a look in and what she saw was enough to shut the door.

People moaning.

The slap slap of skin against skin.

Sarah felt like she was scarred for life . .and then shaking her head she moved towards the next door.

Peeking in.

Pulling her head out.

A vampire getting his fill from a human host. The ahhhs of her filling the room.

Then she checked the next door .

No Damien . .

As she shut the door close, feeling a pit in her stomach . . glancing at the row of doors . .did she really have to go through all of them? All the twenty doors?

She didn't want to know what was happening behind them. Just three doors in and she wanted to run to the hills.

As she was looking , a strange kind of thought hit her.

Her eyes zoomed in on the door at the end of the corridor.

The room where she had almost gotten ra—

She couldn't even say the word.

Sarah felt an odd pull to that room like there was something in it that was calling her or pulling her— as if drawn to the door. .her legs moved on their own accord.

A frown on her face, all she could see was that door.

With every step the door seemed to get close and her heart would beat violently against her chest as if it knew .

Knew what was inside.

Her lips dry and skin tight. .she was right in front of the door. Staring at it as if it was telling her a secret .

In a slow-mo, her hand lifted and gripped the handle . . leaning in. . cracking the door open . .just enough to peek —

And maybe time froze right there.

Maybe Sarah froze right there.

She couldn't seem to move because of what she saw.

The room wasn't bathed in extreme darkness. . no. .the room had bright white lights washing out. . nothing was hidden like the other rooms. .and she saw. . him.

Like a thirst crazed camel, Sarah took her drink.

Filled her heart with him.

Clapped her hand on her mouth to stop from crying out.

Body slightly trembling.

Saw him sprawled on the couch lazily. Decked in a black silk shirt and some black pants.  Both of his hands on the back of the white couch. .legs slightly apart. Eyes focused on nothing particular. Fulls lips pressed in a line. Face devoid of any expressions. Any emotion.

Even the stripper shaking her boobs in his face couldn't get anything .

A fire like no other broke out in her. Seeing the blonde woman cupping her breasts , shaking her hips in a sensual way . .her trained sexy look  slipping a little at his uninterested face.