Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Calista's point of view

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When in Paris, I usually stay in Aldi's building. The view of the Eiffel Tower is amazing, and the staff takes care of all my needs. However, I decided to stick to a hotel this time because Serina and Drago were there, and spending the whole weekend with them might be too much.

I had no intention of hovering over Serina and her boyfriend or to intrude on their time, but she told me so much about him, and I was itchy to meet him. Is it possible that such a perfect male specimen exists?

Everything about him sounded fantastic, other than the part where he left her on her own because he thought that's for the best. Bastard. How can he leave an enamored teenage girl on her own with an excuse how that's good for her?

I was aware that Serina is absolutely smitten with the boy, and I wanted him to know that she is not on her own.

If he dares to play with her heart again, I will cut his balls off. It's that simple.

Serina called him Duke, but I understood that's the nickname she created and no one else calls him like that, so I settled with Drago.

I was relieved and amused when I saw them look at each other with equally stupid expressions.

Ah, kids.

Serina glared at any woman Drago spoke with (me included), and after we placed orders, I had to say, "You need to get out more often."

"Why?", Serina asked.

"Because you looked like you were about to scratch that waitress' face while your boyfriend was talking to her."

Drago chuckled and put his hand over Serina's. "She can't bear the thought of anyone else getting my attention." He turned to Serina who glared at him. "As much as I enjoy you claiming me as yours openly, I hope you know that no one compares to you. I am all yours and yours only. Do you think I waited to be with you this long only to mess it up by fooling around?"

Serina's frown morphed into a goofy smile, and I rolled my eyes. She is so easy to pacify.

Dinner was tasty, but I was definitely the third wheel, eating dog food Serina and Drago served mercilessly as they ate from each other's plates and exchanged sweet nothings like I was not there.

I wondered how it feels to be the center of someone's world. Serina looked more than pleased, but I feared that if I end up in such a situation, I will suffocate when the novelty of it wears off.

I am a free spirit, meant to roam the world and experience its wonders!

I couldn't wait to finish this human food and head to the nightclub.

I was determined to hit the dancefloor as soon as we reach "La Nuit Noire".

My goal was to find myself a suitable companion for the night. Maybe one that can provide some fun in the club before we go to the bedroom, and after a round of carnal pleasures I use him as a meal.

Aldus warned me not to leave a bloody trail behind, and I'm quite good at controlling my urges. I perfected my skills to the point of them waking up with a headache and what they believe is a trail of hickeys.

I smacked my lips in anticipation. The food in the restaurant was fine, but not satisfying.

I am a vampire, and there is nothing better than sinking my fangs into tender flesh. The feeling of warm blood pulsating into my mouth is ecstatic and it can be further enhanced when the bite happens during orgasm. Sexual energy makes the blood sweeter, but it also introduces the risk of me getting carried away and taking too much. Accidents happen.

We had no problems getting in. Jacque (aka the big bouncer at the door) knows me, I'm a regular. I even made a reservation because Serina told me that Drago's assistant will be joining us.

I don't mind an extra person; the nightclub is massive and one more or less won't make a difference.

I wished that he joined for dinner. Maybe he would be a god chatting companion, or we could roll our eyes together at the constant PDA by Serina and Drago, and I would feel less like the third wheel.

Serina and Drago were impressed with the interior that looked like a fancy brothel from the 1970-ies (I've been to a few, so I know).

I fell behind the two lovebirds as I eyed the dancefloor while walking to my usual booth. I was looking for my meal (cough... cough...), my companion for tonight.

"Are you coming?", Serina's call reminded me that they are with me and I should at least go with them to the booth before I ditch them.

Ah, there is someone in my booth! Three people!

I observed them while contemplating if I should call security or deal with the squatters on my own.

If I ignored two nobodies who laughed exaggeratedly, the guy between them was actually quite handsome, and the way he looked at me silently whispered that he knows how to please a woman.

I wondered if he would taste well because he looked sweet with just the right amount of tartness, but a second later my mood dropped when his expression switched from seductive to stupid.

What the hell happened? I thought I was looking at my toy (and meal) for tonight, but then it was gone, and there was no way I would have any contact with that creepy man.

I saw Drago approach the man in a friendly way, and I realized that must be the assistant person.

I was irked.

Well, at least he was not some impostor who occupied my booth without permission, but why did he make himself at home with two girls, like he owns the place?

No matter how I looked at him, that man rubbed me the wrong way.

I thought that it can't get any worse until I approached the booth and smelled a dog.

I looked at Serina in disbelief. Why didn't she tell me that Drago's assistant is a werewolf?

Wait! Maybe she told me, but I forgot. It's easy for me to disregard dog-related information.

I wanted to say that they can enjoy their time and I will go to the dancefloor, but then Serina spoke enthusiastically, "Cali, this is Sergio, Drago's assistant. Sergio, this is Calista. I don't know who the women are, so Sergio should introduce them."

He nodded in greeting absentmindedly, completely ignoring to introduce us to two women who are enjoying in MY booth!

I wondered if the stories of how werewolves have a high tolerance for alcohol were a lie because the dog staring at me in a daze definitely looked drunk.

I turned to Serina. "I will go and dance."

Serina grabbed my hand. "We just arrived. How about getting a drink first? There is a good chance that once we go dancing, we will separate for the night."

I smirked. "I thought that you can't wait for some privacy with your boyfriend."

"True. But I was also thinking about your words how I'm unable to share him with anyone. This is a great chance for me to learn to control my urge to rip into pieces any woman who dares to lay her eyes on my Duke."

I looked at Serina in disbelief. Is this the same sweet and innocent Serina? How can she talk so openly about ripping people into pieces? Isn't that something humans find immoral? Or maybe it's just illegal.

Drago burst into a hearty laugh while pulling Serina closer to him. He was obviously enjoying this.

Crazy kids.

I glanced to the side and realized that the dog was still staring at me like I was growing a second head.

What's his problem?

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