Got Bitten: William's Story

Chapter 4: Private Party

*Has sexual content***

Thanks for reading. This will be a short story not as long as the other one. Hope you enjoy it.

Xoxoxo

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Marcus and I are walking to a tailor shop in Paris, France. We have a week that we arrived here.

I miss France to be honest. It has changed though but hopefully for the best. We get new suits and hats.

"Aw, doesn't it feel nice to have new beautiful clothes on you?" Marcus asks.

I nod. "It is a good feeling."

We walk out.

"So any friends in Paris?" Marcus says.

"No," I answer.

"Okay, well, I am going to the bank. Meanwhile, why don't you go back home?" He asks. "We will attend a dinner party later."

"Okay."

I cross the street and head my way to the house.

I walk in and go to the kitchen. I see Old Man Rob cutting vegetables. "Hello," I say.

He looks at me. "Anything I can do for you?"

"No, but can you tell me if Marcus has a library?"

"Yes, upstairs to the right."

"Thanks."

I go to the library and read random books. I feel so dead. I only agreed to come here because Marcus told me there are others like us. But I don't feel like being here. It's a complicated feeling.

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I am standing in front of a big wooden door. Marcus knocks in a distinct pattern on it and it opens slightly.

Marcus opens it and I walk in first. As we walk in, it is dark but there is a light coming from the end like a fire. I soon smell individuals and blood, lots of blood.

"Welcome to a vampire party," Marcus smirks at me. His fangs are out and his eyes are red.

I walk a step foward and I am amazed and shocked and somewhat disgusted. I see couples kissing, having sex with each other, killing humans and even animals, I see them drink wine and growl at each other.

"Hello," a curve woman suddenly is in front of me. "I see you are new."

"This is her party Matthew," Marcus says. He walks towards two women kissing. He sits between them and says hello.

"This is hell," I say to the woman. I step back but the woman gets my arm with a very strong grip. "Stay."

"Let me go, this isn't what I want," I say.

"We are blood suckers like you," She smiles.

"Hhmm, yes," a woman moans from another room.

"Call me gypsy," the woman says.

I feel her hand on my cheek and she turns me around. She kisses me. Her lips taste like a man's blood. I pull away, "stop."

"Give him wine, he needs to get loose" Marcus says. Then another woman gets my hand. They both push me out into a small room with only a leather couch. I get push to it.

The blonde woman says her name, "Catherine," and points at herself. "Am Russian," she smiles.

Gypsy chuckles, "she got bit five months ago by Marcus. She was a prostitute in Russia. So she isn't good in either English or French."