Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 3

[Part 3]

Day One-Hundred-and-one of photo shoots with the hot man, and Vanda stood at the side, watching as he owned the entire photo shoot. Ever since his initial photo shoot with the perfume, the man had been contacted by tens and hundreds of companies, looking to use his great figure and alluring face to attract millions. They worked all through Parthenon Studios, and Tori was given the honor to be the man's agent while Vanda did her best to handle Tori's managing jobs while fixing her own schedules.

It was a rare break that she got to share with Tori, as she stood at the side of the studio, watching the hot man play around while advertising the watch he had around his wrist. Diamond encrusted and premium leathered, Vanda doubted that the man knew exactly how much the watch cost –with the way he held it with extreme ease.

Then again, he was a vampire, and it probably made him rich as hell. Such a watch was probably peanuts to him. She had long gotten the idea that he was an old as hell vampire, but she had never gotten a real year out from him. At least he had hinted that the last time he was in the Americas was when women still wore bonnets and rode carriages, which made him at least as old as Laz was. She couldn't be sure if he was older than Jean-Jacques or Jack, but the man was so updated to reality that he appeared as if he were a real-life twenty plus.

"I really don't know what sort of luck I bumped into that day." Tori sighed beside her, watching the same man as her. She wasn't sure if her best friend was regretting scouting the man, or still hyped up over the fact that she could spend her precious time arranging and watching the man pose for amazing pictures.

"I'd wager something good." Vanda suggested. So far Kay hadn't shown any signs of wiping Tori's memories, nor hadn't bitten the woman yet. Vanda was obviously dealing with a loose cannon, for he had never shown an inkling that he followed the practice of taking Blood Pills, or vowing to not control minds. The Council had already been informed of his presence, and though they were disturbed that the man had yet to visit them to announce his arrival on the land, they had agreed for Vanda to keep him under close watch.

So far the man hadn't shown any signs of aiding the Russians; though he did come across as a man of mixed morals. There was never any clear line of good or bad with Kay, and she endlessly wondered what was the motivation behind his 'nobody can tell me to do what I don't want to' attitude. Was he labelled the good guy or the bad guy? Vanda had seen him once bully an innocent kid and extorted a meagre sum out of that kid. But when he passed a beggar, he had given the stolen money and a few extra tens along with it. Another time, she had seen him spring a surprise on an unsuspecting kid with toys and ice cream, while kicking at a beggar asking for money ruthlessly.

"I don't know. He's hot, and he might be great on the bed. But he's really whacked out in the head."

Vanda turned to her friend in surprise. It was usually everyone else telling her and Tori that they were the whacked-out, crazy bitches of the Studio, and here Tori was saying that Kay was more whacked-out than she was?

"This coming from Tori?"

"Look, he told me to give all his earnings to this girl called Regine. I thought she was his mother or girlfriend or something, but when I went to give her the money, she was working in a freaking brothel. She's definitely not his mother either; she's young enough to be in school, and he's funding her to be a prima donna in a brothel when she should be studying." Tori leaned in with a whisper, though Vanda had no doubts that the man himself could hear every single word loud and clear in the studio –considering how vampiric he was.

"There could be some sort of explanation." Vanda offered back, though hiding her shock. Kay had not been afraid in professing that he had been visiting the brothel that she'd first suggested to him, but Vanda never expected that man to make arrangement to have an under-aged girl selling herself there, and support her for doing so. The man had seemed friendly to everyone that she internally shuddered at the thought of Kay forcing a young girl to offer dirty services.