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I have a summer dream.
I will not do this thing again, if you expect me to, I will consider our agreement null and void and I will do a great deal more than simply ruin your business."
Raven growled at her, eyes flashing. She stared defiantly at him, daring him to say anything else.
He sighed, "Fine, you won't have to do that again. You have my word, now can we get back to what we were doing?"
She stepped back from him, "I think not, I believe I will be going now. I have had enough of your company for one night." She spun on her heel and stalked out, signaling to the jaguar that was waiting patiently by the door.
He padded after her, pausing to throw Raven a calculating look over his shoulder. The werewolf could almost hear the big cat, "I am watching you, dog," he seemed to say.
Raven sighed, "Good night."
Bianca gripped her steering wheel so tightly she heard it groan slightly in protest, she forced herself to loosen her grip before she damaged it. Shaman chuffed at her from the passenger seat.
"What?" she asked, glancing at the big cat, who shook his head at her, ears flapping, he snorted at her and looked out the passenger window.
Bianca sighed, "Smartass cat."
Shaman simply flicked a near at her in response. She pulled up to a stoplight, not glancing at the car beside her, where she knew the occupants were staring in disbelief at a Jaguar sports car with an ACTUAL jaguar in the front seat. The thought caused her to smile slightly, relaxing a bit. Men, she thought, they never change. She remembered a time long ago, when she was still human and getting started in her "career", she had several experiences with some not so savory individuals. Once she learned her way around, things changed, her reputation soared and she became the most successful and wealthy courtesan in Venice. Which, ultimately led to her transformation.
She shook her head slightly as she accelerated from the stop light. Memories flashed through her mind, it had happened on a perfectly normal night. She was out with one of her regular clients, a devastatingly handsome man, when she was attacked. Religious zealots had invaded the city and a mad priest had approached them, shouting about the sins of the flesh. When she tried to brush past him, he had pulled a knife and thrust it up under her ribs on her right side. It had pierced her lung and she began to slowly drown in her own blood. She still bore the scar. As she lay there bleeding out her life on the docks of Venice, her lover had scooped her up and swept her back into the boat and ordered the gondolier to take them home immediately.
Bianca lay in his arms as he applied pressure to her wound, he lowered his head to her ear and whispered, "I can save you, all you must do is ask."
Her eyes fluttered open, "Yes," she gasped, blood bubbling on her lips, "please."
When the boat reached her own private dock at her home, he gathered her up, soothing her whimpers of pain, and carried her up to her bedroom.
"My love, look at me."
She struggled to focus on him, the world becoming gray around the edges and her breathing shallow. She coughed painfully, blood trickling out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes fluttering closed.
"No, no doll, you must stay awake."
She opened her eyes again, starting slightly as she met his gaze, his eyes startlingly bright blue.
"Do not be afraid," he whispered as he tilted her head, exposing her neck. She gasped at the sharp, brief pain as fangs pierced her neck. He took little, she had lost so much. He withdrew from her, raising his wrist to his mouth and slashing his veins, he pressed the bleeding wound to her mouth. She remembered the hot blood flooding her mouth, the sudden jolt of NEED and the sweet copper taste. He fed her from his wrist until she could drink no more, lying back with her head pillowed on his chest.
As the blood began to take effect, she started to shake, the world seemed sharper suddenly, more intense, richer.