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

Come on, enough

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

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

I ask, seeing as

easy Baby Vamp,” he laughs. “Come on, let’s dance

I’ve never felt so confident with my body. I feel taller, stronger… sexier. Bart starts moving, and I just let myself move along to the music. The Caribbean rhythms are starting to get to me. I can’t remember the last time I danced, or felt so free… I’m aware of all the eyes on me, and they can keep staring.

dance non-stop. I get drunk on the dancing, on the vivid sensations 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 who’s around, what’s going on. He makes me spin, and I land back against his

checking for?” I

I had smelled trouble, but nevermind. We’re

“Trouble?”

dish, Baby? It’s getting late and Richard should be up soon. Last one for today, so choose

“What about you?”

pick one for

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

your type?” I

drunk nothing but quality alcohol all evening, has nice muscles and from the stares

keeping an eye around and close to the bar… Does the taste 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 Bart, I’m more interested in the chase of the prey than their diet. Once again, I can’t ignore a pair of

“Another emergency exit?”

you’re going to have to walk out the front door this time. Take a hard turn left, and there will be another street on your right. Check if it’s empty, then have your

me do this alone?”

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

chuckles, and puts a quick

a natural. I’ll be

then turns around and walks away, visibly pretending to be headed for the bathroom… Oh, he just signaled his prey. They 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

feet. Soon enough, I hear them. A couple pairs of feet, following me, flat and heavy enough to be male. I smile, but I’m a bit nervous without Bart around. What if I do make an “accident”? It was pretty hard to stop last time… Perhaps I should stall a bit so he has

you headin’,

look that’s enough to trigger a couple of

for us, let’s have a little chat,

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.”