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16. Devil (Bondage, addiction, sexuality, materialism)

There were several reasons why a hundred and sixty-six year old vampire still came to places like the Last Drop. One of those reasons was an obvious one: the blood supply. No vampire could resist coming here just for the easy access to all blood types. The second reason had to do with order and representation: the vampire sherif conducted his meetings in this place and required the town’s vampires to show up from time to time. The third reason, well, that was the one that really mattered: freedom.

A place like the Last Drop attracted several college students who were more often than not, drunk off their asses. Therefore, it was fairly easy to get away with anything a vampire wished to do. For Mr. Cree it didn’t matter what place he was at since he could compel any human to do as he saw fit. This underground location though, was one that all vampires could speak freely without having to worry about a witch turning up or a civilian growing scare if they saw someone biting another persons neck. How so? Well they would either be compelled to forget or would take another tequila shot to forget what they had seen.

Even though it had been several years since Logan had come off fey blood, the ache and craving was still inside him. But he knew, regular human blood would have to be enough. Occasionally Logan went out to snatch up a quick bite from the streets or any other place he was at. Tonight however, he wanted to let go of the restrictions he had placed on himself and let his fangs sink into more than a single humans flesh. Smirking as usual, Logan looked across the table he sat at towards the woman in a red dress who had been eyeing him the whole night. She’s wearing red, she’s asking for it, his pure vampire self reminded him. Chuckling a little, he stood up and had all intentions of playing with the human when he saw a familiar face walk towards him. “Well well luv, don’t you look stunning.” Logan admired, gesturing with his hand in her direction and letting his eyes roam her body with the devil’s smirk growing on his lips.

“You look like you could use another drink? Care for another, on me of course.” Logan Cree asked, with a smirk playing on his lips as he gestured to their empty glass in front of them.

“Do I?” Juliet asked, a chuckle escaping her lips as she noticed Logan beside her. “That depends on what kind of drink it is, Logan.” She eyed him, tilting her head to the side and letting her loose hair fall over her shoulder. “I’ll let you surprise me.”

Logan allowed the smirk to grow on his face as he glanced around and shook his head. "Not here...the owner of this place already doesn't like me because of my past and late night activities that I did back then..." He paused an turned to look at her while raising an eyebrow and tempted, "Craving something warmer love?" He knew the answer of course, but what Logan didn't know was Juliet's appatite.