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.”

“Richard called them all so

want to come will make it. Come on, enough chit-chat, you’re still in class right now. Let’s

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 all mixed together like a concerto. I’m guessing my brain also learned how to just sort what’s important or not, or else I’d have

get into this. It’s crowded as hell, but we head to the bar first to get at the center

target?” I ask, seeing as he keeps

Vamp,” he laughs. “Come

eyes on me, 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 that bite gives me a chill. Think about something else. I focus on the music again, and follow Bart’s lead. He’s an amazing dancer, I’d say. We dance like those sexy couples in movies, gathering all the attention on us. I feel even more empowered by his presence against me, sparking jealousy

while we dance and dance and 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

are you checking for?”

smelled trouble,

“Trouble?”

late and

“What about you?”

Maybe I’ll pick one for myself as

a target. I

type?” I ask,

can play on both teams, Baby. This boy has drunk nothing but quality alcohol all evening, has nice muscles and from the stares he’s been

he was 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 assholes who have been ogling me all along. I think I’m enjoying swapping the narrative around a bit too

“Another emergency exit?”

will be another street on your right. Check if it’s empty, then have your fill… I won’t be

alone?” I ask,

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

a quick

worry Baby, you’re a natural.

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

acting a bit unsteady on my 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

are you headin’,

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

let’s have

and one just grabs my wrist.

were dancing like a little spitfire earlier, Hun. Care to dance

“Shut up.”