Raven caught her just in time as Bianca wavered and went limp, nearly slipping beneath the surface. She focused her gaze on him and blinked a couple of times, shaking her head to clear it.
"Damn him. He does that every time. Because he is my maker, I have no defense against him."
Raven wrapped her in his arms and pulled her to him. "Well, he does not have any power over me, I can feel his power pushing against my mind, but I can block it."
"Interesting, I have never known of anyone who was unaffected by it, human or otherwise," she mused.
"Well I know one thing, you are coming back with me tonight, I am not leaving you here with him," he growled.
She nodded, allowing him to carry her out of the tub and set her on her feet, wrapping her in a thick towel. He dried himself off and they slipped out into her bedroom, Cass was nowhere to be seen.
"Good," she breathed, relieved that he seemed to have gone for the time being.
She motioned to Raven and they dressed and went down to her garage, taking her car back into town to the club. The sun was just beginning to lighten the horizon as they ascended the stairs to his apartment, shutting the door behind them. She moved past him and into his bedroom, when he reached the door, she had already climbed between the sheets and was already slipping into oblivion for the day. He smiled at her, leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead.
She smiled, and softly said, "Careful, someone might think you care for me."
Raven smiled as life left Bianca's body. He longed to lay next to her and sleep but had things to take care of first. Picking up a small box made of a deep rich ebony wood and going to one of the other rooms in his office he took a seat behind the desk as he slowly unlocked and opened the box. The little lock would not have even keep a human out but it was something. Inside the box where a few odds and ends from his past, a few stone arrowheads, and other pieces of stone, a bronze cross that he put to the side, and under it all, some very old pictures. Some were as old as the war between the states, all of them had Raven in them. In some he was with other women or men and in some he was alone. Looking through them was like jumping back in time to places he had been and people he was. He picked the cross back up and rolled it between his fingers remembering the day the men came to tell his people of the "new and true" god, and it must have been true, for the gods of his people where all dead now. Just then the phone on his desk buzzed.
Pushing the flashing light, he spoke into the machine, " Yes?"
The girl on the other end seemed happy she had called him first thing this morning before he could call down for a girl and was vastly relieved when he had not.
"Sir the new dancer is here for her interview."
Raven had forgotten, "Oh yes, tell her to head to the VIP room for her try out."
Bianca was again plagued by vivid dreams. She was again back in her beloved Venice during the time she was learning to hunt for herself without actually killing her prey. Cass was not the most patient of teachers, but he usually managed not to lose his temper with her first, clumsy efforts. She did have an advantage of having most of her meals not only come to her but actually pay her for the pleasure of her company as well. Tonight her guest was one of the most respected men in Venice, a member of the council and a very wealthy man. He had been a regular customer of hers for quite some time, he always paid well. She had attended a musical performance with him and then had taken him back to her rooms in her home and was in the middle of untying his breeches and sliding them down his legs. She sank to her knees and freed his cock from the codpiece. She took his flaccid flesh in her mouth and began to pleasure him and use her skills to lick and suck him to hardness. He absently stroked her hair as her head bobbed back and forth on his cock. She was being very careful of her small, sharp fangs as she did, not wanting to graze his tender flesh. He moaned as he began to rock his hips and moan, starting to build toward an orgasm. She stopped sucking and stood up, stripping his shirt from his shoulders and leading him to the bed. He sat on the edge and held her by the waist as she carefully straddled his lap. She slowly slid herself down on him, impaling herself on him one slow inch at a time. As she looked over his shoulder, she could see Cass sitting just barely concealed behind the draperies on her bed. He watched hungrily as she slid the last inch of him into herself. She kissed and nibbled her way from his jaw down to his neck, starting to grind herself against him as she paused over the pulsing veins in his neck. Cass nodded at her as she struck, sinking her fangs into him, his hot blood exploding in her mouth.
Raven felt the heat as he made his way to the VIP room, just a quick flash like something old and powerful then it was gone like it had never been. Opening the door, he knew right away she was a wolf but that could not have been the power he felt. Her heat seemed to be young and new, what he was feeling from her was the fresh not at all like the power that had rushed over him before. He would have to look in to what and who that was later. She was standing with her back to him looking at one of the brass poles on the little VIP room stages. He could tell right way she could not have been more than 5'2" with the darkest black hair he had ever seen. From behind he could tell she had a small waist but hips that got much wider and an ass that he could only call Brazilian, which matched her darker skin tone. As she turned he met a set of eyes as cold and dark as obsidian. Something in the back of his mind screamed but he did not know why.
She smiled, "Hello Mr. Raven?" Raven shook himself all over and but on his best smile, "I am sorry you just look like someone I knew a very long time ago."
The blush showed even on her tan face, "My name is Chel. I am here for the dancer job."
