The Dark Secret of the CEO by Sofia de Orellana

“We’re going to a different place?” I ask as he walks away from the bar, towards the main street.

“Even if you’re hot, Baby Vamp, it’s going to look suspicious if you keep picking up boys that don’t come back, no?”

Fair point. I sped up behind him, trying to rearrange my hair, pull down my dress… anything to make me feel like I didn’t just almost eat a random guy. I almost feel like there’s still blood dripping down my lip, but no, he wiped it all off perfectly. Bart chuckles at my nervousness, and puts an arm around my waist again.

“Relax, little sister, you’ve got this, I promise.”

“It’s not anything like I imagined,” I mutter. “I was thinking of something a bit more… action-packed.”

“You mean jumpin on the roofs, running in a forest? Yeah, no, this is the wrong century for that. We’d be on some stupid Social Media within an hour. A smart hunter is a hunter that makes the job quick and clean, Hera. We’re not savages… Although, some of us do like a messy job. But they don’t get to live long.”

“…Why?”

He glances around. We’re now immersed in the crowd again, looking like any other pair of young people, perhaps a bit more gothic with our pale hair and dark clothes. Nothing unusual for the ever eclectic London… Can any of these humans imagine that we are not like them? That we could… jump and kill them right now? A young girl walks by. She’s laughing with her friends, but all I can see is the fair skin of her throat, exposed, and that vein that pulsates vividly… Gosh, snap out of it. I’m getting mildly obsessed with exposed flesh now.

“The thirst is the first thing you need to learn to tame,” Bart drags me out of my pitfall thinking. “How well you can control yourself is what makes you less of a beast. If you try to resist it, it gets gradually worse. You have to resist the pull so you won’t kill your prey, but you cannot ignore it. It’s a thin line. You’ll lose control a couple of times while feeding, we all do. Accidents happen, we’re doing our best to avoid it. But it’s better than really turning into a beast. If you start to feel thirsty, go out and feed yourself long enough to hold back.”

“It’s like an addiction,” I sigh, my eyes on another neck. “If I feed too often, I’ll get addicted, but if I don’t, I’ll want it even more, did I get it right?”

“Yes. It’s our curse, there’s no end to it, you’ll have to find your own way to tame it.”

“…What happens if we make a… an accident?”

I feel him stiffen. He glances around.

“We… don’t like exposure. Risks. Some people got cocky and thought they could just go around emptying humans like blood bags. The problem is, if you get too addicted, you don’t stop. And if you don’t stop, you turn into a monster, and somebody else has to stop you. We will even attack our own kind, just like you hissed at me before. If you’re lucky, it’s your own family that intervenes. If not… outsiders get involved, and it gets messy. Trust me, our kind will take care of the problems before humans notice.”

“So other vamp-… Others could get involved?”

“Not often,” Bart shrugs. “Truth is, probably won’t, at least if you stay around with us. We usually keep the babies like you around until we’re sure they can manage on their own. Richard hates to get involved with others.”

“Are there a lot? Of others?”

“It’s hard to keep track. During some periods, it was easy to be what we are. Nowadays? It’s gotten complicated, to say the least. I’m guessing there will be fewer and fewer of us. Those who can adapt will be fine, but we’re already seeing some of… the older generations having trouble coping. They move to more remote areas, or just disappear. I can’t really blame them. Well, you’ll have a nice sample tomorrow.”

gasp. “Richard called them all so

who want to come will make it. Come on, enough chit-chat,

I have tasted warm blood… It’s odd how I was like any of them just days ago, and now I couldn’t feel more different. I’m like a foreigner, every single thing reminds me of how different we are. My senses are heightened, and I can hear hundreds of voices at once, close and far, and the various tones in them. I feel the stampede of hundreds of feet on the sidewalk, the ruckus of pans and utensils from the restaurants, the sounds of the busy streets

we walk in like we own the place. I’m really starting to get into this. It’s crowded as hell, but we head to the bar first to get at the center of the action, two new glasses of whiskey in our hands. It still doesn’t taste like anything stronger than

seeing as he

Vamp,” he laughs.

and they can keep staring. I’m fearless. I’m the predator, and they are innocent creatures with no idea what I can do to them… The mere memory

of my body, on following Bart’s lead. I laugh when he strikes impromptu poses, but I do notice he’s still scanning the crowd. He’s having fun, but also not letting anything out of sight, always aware of

are you checking for?”

had smelled trouble, but

“Trouble?”

Care to pick your next dish, Baby? It’s getting late and Richard should be up soon. Last one for

“What about you?”

point. Maybe I’ll pick one

I suspected, he’s already found a target. I see him gratify a dark-skinned, muscular young

that’s your type?”

has drunk nothing but quality alcohol all evening, has nice muscles and from the stares he’s been

change with their drinks? Good to know. Perhaps I’ll learn a thing or two. I can’t say I’ve been paying much attention until now. Unlike

“Another emergency exit?”

there will be another street on your right. Check if it’s empty, then have your fill… I

alone?” I ask,

kill them, we need to charm them anyway. You can try, but I’ll need

chuckles, and puts a quick

worry Baby, you’re a natural.

are going to do this in the bathroom? Yuck. I sigh, but time for another acting gig. I pretend to be a bit annoyed, as if I’d just been abandoned by my partner, and turn around, heading in the opposite direction. I don’t forget one last glance towards the duo of idiots. Will they both follow? Who knows. I fight the crowd a bit to get out, but damn it

and heavy enough to be male. I smile, but I’m a bit nervous without Bart around. What if I do

are you headin’,

I can slide back in the act like it’s a second skin. I flutter my eyelashes a couple of times and open my lips slightly, an innocent look that’s enough to trigger a couple of vile thoughts in bastards like them. Indeed, I see their pupils narrow a bit. The alley’s pretty dark, too, there are only lamplights at each end, and a broken one in-between. I keep slowly retreating, shoulder close

for us, let’s have a

they weren’t such morons, they’d realize a woman slowing down instead of accelerating is odd. I let them catch up to me, and one just grabs my wrist. It’s probably meant to be forceful, but I barely feel

a little spitfire earlier, Hun. Care

“Shut up.”