King of the Damned

Part 2 - The Proposition

Song: Desire - Meg Myers (I highly recommend listening to this song after they're done 'talking' ;P )

Of all the places Harry expected a "creature of the night" to lead him to, a Holiday Inn was not one of them.

He wondered if he was being punked.

If not for his own intuition and the effects of her he could physically feel on his body, he would assume that one of his friends was playing a joke on him.

Because seriously? A Vampire Queen just took him to a fucking Holiday Inn.

Her amusement was obvious at his confusion. "What? You expected me to take you to my secret lair? Maybe you wanted to see a coffin?"

He felt a rush of blood rise to his cheeks because, well, yeah. He kinda did.

He lowered his gaze to the floor, feeling a little embarrassed at his stereotypical assumptions. But really, what else did he have to go off besides stereotypes from stories and movies?

"Sorry, I just.... Well... I don't know what I expected exactly. But I definitely didn't expect.. a Holiday Inn." He defended.

"Yes... well... let me ask you this: do you feel safe here?"

Harry thought about the bright lobby, how many people were close by, and how familiar it all was. And he thought about how he would feel if he had been taken to an unknown location, not knowing who else was around, and no one to hear him if he called for help. She had told him she wouldn't hurt him (without his consent), and he understood this was her making sure he really knew that. She did this to make HIM comfortable.

Realization dawned on his features and he felt a new sense of appreciation for this woman. This....Being.

He looked back into her eyes, "Yes.... I do.... Thank you."

She smiled at him and gestured for him to sit wherever he wanted. Again, a choice. He could choose bed or chair.

He chose the bed. It was softer.. and if there was even a chance of her joining him, he was already going to be there, ready and willing. He removed his shoes because it felt fundamentally wrong to wear shoes on top of any bed, and sat against the headboard, waiting to see what she would do next.

She seemed to float to the chair across the bed and lowered herself down as if it were a throne. He realized it didn't matter what the setting was. Party or cheap hotel room, she still exuded an air of royalty about her.

"I will answer your questions now. And then I will tell you why I brought you here."

She was letting him start? He supposed to keep him feeling somewhat safe and in control. It was working. He felt much more relaxed than he did while they were at the party. Well, as relaxed as he could be with a semi pushing against the seam of his tight leather pants. Just being in her proximity had that minimal effect on him.

But questions....Where to begin? He tried to organize his thoughts to make the most of this rare opportunity.

He cleared his throat, "Well, I suppose the first question is the most obvious one, just to make sure I really understand what you said back at the house.... You are a....a..Vampire...correct?" He somewhat stumbled over the word 'Vampire', still not fully believing he was having this conversation. In a Holiday Inn hotel room.

Her full lips curved up into a breathtaking smile, showing off two pointy fangs in the front row of teeth. She allowed the predator to flash briefly as her eyes glowed bright gold, ringed with red.

"Yes...." She purred, sending out her compulsion energy in one strong wave that hit Harry like a tsunami. It washed over him, coating him in a desire that overran any possible fear. A desire to do whatever this woman wanted him to do. Pupils dilated, he shifted to his hands and knees and started to move to crawl over to her, when just as suddenly as it hit him, it disappeared. Like his head breaking the surface of a wave that he didn't realize he'd been dragged under. Leaving him shaken .... and painfully hard in his pants.