the Vampire's Mistress part two

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a young man with a fashionable salt and pepper hair and twenty four pair of pearly white pepsodent teeth, he only flashed quite frequently in Clara's direction.

i watched as Clara stuff  ten, different cocktail dresses on the salescleark's waiting arms.

said something that might have been a thank-you-but-none-of your dresses really suited my taste, then turned toward me.

i could feel the inscupicious looks of four, salesladies at me, and at the pair of black, high-heeled gladiator sandals i was innocently holding to get a better look.

they had their arms crossed over their chest.  eyeing me like i was some, dirty, street urchin who had the nerve to touch their precious, highly expensive designer shoes.

waitig for me to return it back to the glass shoe rack so they could sneer at my retreating back.

i marched right at the cash register and paid for the sandals with the platinum credit card Mark had given me.  feigning complete nonchalance to the suprised looks of the four hypocrite salesladies and other shoppers.  while secretly smiling a gloating smile.

for good measure, i threw in three of the dresses that Clara rejected.

a couple of  NEW ARRIVALS   bolero jacket to match two of the dresses i bought.

one was made of satin, the other, a see-through black fabric that would compliment the strapless, curve-enhancing black dress that i would never, ever dare to wear.

with shopping bags on each arm and a laughing Clara on my right, we headed out of the quiet, cobbled stone streets back to the vacant  curb  in front of an old building across the boutique.

where the silver Lexus was parked.

it  was what i picked from other luxury cars on the manor that was parked idly lon the basement like some display for a car museum.

David and Allen's parants offered to give it to me as a homecoming present to their nephew's mistress.  if i hadn't pointed out that it was a foreign car and did not look forward to the tiresome process i have to go through, to make smuggling it back to the U.S.

legal.  so they finally agreed on only lending it to me.

Cyrille and Khan was already waiting for me, they were on either side of the car.

but neither of them was quick enough to beat the tall, breath taking figure of Mark, from stroding eleganntly toward us and taking the shopping bags from my arms.

his hair was a little damp, he had probably taken his evening shower in the manor then headed straight here.

again, he only spared  the briefest of glances on Clara and threw an acknowledging nod.

the thought that he looked good enough to eat flitted through my mind ins such a way, that when Mark asked me where i wanted  to go next, i had absent-mindedly said,

" To a restaurant i'm hungry."    i really wasn't. and i suspected that Mark knew this as well, but he only arched an amused brow in my direction.

then proceeded to open the car door for me.  i was about to go inside,

 but social manners dictated that it would be of utmost rudeness to just leave your shopping companion. even though she had been such a nuisance.

so it was almost reluctantly and only out of politeness, that i asked Clara if she wouldn't mind joing us for dinner.

i could tell that this gesture surprised her.   she had that odd, funny look on her face that indicated how ludicrous she thought my offer was.

which was just as well.  i knew that vamps who stood in the same category as Mark and the Elders cannot digest solid food.