Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 4

[Part 4]

Kay was beginning to find the downside of his newfound fame, because things were beginning to get a little too lively for his liking. Tori had already warned him about attracting attention like bees to honey, but he hadn't predicted that the States these days was so great at stalking. Back when he had been travelling in Asia, he had heard about stalking incidents of overly-enthusiastic fans for their idols. Left in the middle of a conservative society a few years ago, Kay had sighed to know that he would not have to be put through that kind of thing in the countries he visited in the region.

Right now, he wasn't so sure.

Kay looked around at the eyes turning to him, connecting him to man gracing the front page of magazines, hanging on billboards. He had liked how he looked on the big screens, but it was garnering a little too much attention.

Sighing, he pulled up his hood and hiked his bag further up his back. It was branded good –compliments to one of his employers who had been so impressed with how he sold their good. He decided that pulling a little mystery on the attention on him was going to make life much more fun, and he turned into a dark alley, sure that eyes saw him walk in. He could hear the pitter patters of a few women who struggled to follow him, curious at what could be in a dark alley.

He made sure the shadows covered him top to toe, and he fixed a new place in his mind, willing his body there.

The air was filled with the smell of chocolates, and Kay grinned without even checking his own reaction. He always liked a bit of chocolate every now and then. He knew guys weren't supposed to like chocolate like him, but then again, he didn't know any other guys with metabolism as crazy as his. His stomach was like a black hole, and it was almost like nothing he ate ever affected his body at all.

"Master Kay." A maid was surprised to find him standing in the middle of the living room, bowing low quickly to greet him as he spun around at the humble greeting. "I didn't see you come in."

"It's quite alright." He replied politely. "I didn't let anyone see me come in."

If the maid was confused at his reply, she didn't make a comment about his peculiarities as she smiled back. "Mistress Regine is waiting for her appointment in ten minutes. I can postpone it if you want to talk to her."

"Who is it this time?" He asked casually, dropping his bag on the couch but stepping forth with relief to know that she was around. Regine had gotten a little scared for awhile at how fast he had become famous, how fast he had earned money and made her a wanted social escort, and had not dared to look at him, dared not to be staying in the mansion he bought her.

"Confidential, but between you and me, it is a certain businessman who has dabbled with the financial industry and struck rich when he hit jackpot on shares from investing in Lowren." The maid let him in, and he was pretty sure that it must have been a big news in the States if this said customer could be easily pinned down by his sudden rise to success. Still, Kay hadn't been in the States long enough to connect a name to that description –not that he was at all interested with it.

"How is Regine doing?" He asked, accompanying the maid up the marble steps, rounding gold-gilded railings. He decided that giving a mansion and full reign to his money to an underage social escort was something that had gone down well and he had been fully entertained in the entire duration.

"She is doing very fine, Master Kay. It is all thanks to you."

"She will continue to do fine. She makes a good prostitute." He answered crudely, looking up at the newly installed chandelier that he hadn't spotted the last time he had been around.