Desire (Erotic Vampire Confessions #1) Read Free

glanced
up from my table in the Golden Skull bar. I watched as Lisa
surveyed my opened backpack, laptop, and half full bottle of
tequila.
    "Are you drunk?"
    "I'm not drunk, man. I'm settling my nerves.
Hair of the dog.” I giggled at the new expression I had learned
from Lisa. “I’ve only has a shot or two.”
    "Yeah, yeah, yeah. Alchy, come on! We gotta
go!" Taking a moment to toss her strawberry
blonde hair over her shoulder, she placed her hands on her slim
hips for emphasis and glared at me.
    "Where?" I retorted.
    "Stalking!” Her grayish
green eyes glowed with enjoyment. “ Adam is filming a movie
just down the street. And they have a shoot going on tonight. We
gotta check it out!"
    She glanced at me and I glanced at her, our
eyes instantly locked. We both knew it was a ‘must do’
adventure.
     
    Rose: You know what a fangirl I am
of the guy, right?
    Me: Yes.
    She resumed telling her story.
     
    As I closed the lid to my laptop and shuffled
together my paper notes I was writing up for a new blog entry, I
stuffed them into my notebook.
    "What about my stuff?" I asked as an
afterthought.
    "Leave it! We'll come back. Get Mark to lock
it up in his office for ya." Lisa stomped her feet and accidentally
hit one of the table legs in her excitement.
    I whisked my backpack off the table as I
looked around for Mark.
    Thanks to her kick boxing classes, Lisa’s
size six shoe could pack a blow to any passerby who got in her way,
including my laptop.
    "Good idea," I replied looking around for
Mark as I tossed the majority of everything into my backpack for
safe keeping.
    "How old are you girls again?" I heard Mark's
voice over my shoulder. Mark Evans, the bar owner had been in the
supply room at the back of the bar where my table was, listening.
When he appeared before us, I noticed his usual ensemble. Mark
favored wearing faded concert T-shirts and cut off jeans. On this
night he was in his favorite Jimi Hendrix “Are You Experienced”
T-shirt, frayed blue jean shorts, and worn-out gray hiking sandals.
His long white hair fell over his shoulders.
    I got Lisa’s attention to snag the power
supply cord from the electric plug in the wall. "Ten I think," I
replied to Mark.
    Lisa chimed in, "No sir, at least 12. We must
meet this man. You wouldn't understand, sir. Trust me." She
retrieved the cord and shoved it in my direction.
    "Obviously not. Go on, ladies. I'll watch
your stuff. Rose, it'll be in my office as usual."
    "Thank you, Mark," I yelled and we fled the
bar.
    After we made it a few blocks away from where
the the bar was situated at the corner of Clayton and Haight in San
Francisco’s Haight-Ashbury district, I asked, "Okay, what's the
plan?"
    "We're gonna swing by the park over there in
Chinatown, very casually like we're lost and see if we can sweet
talk a security guard into letting us in. I wanna get some pics of
him so I can upload them to my website. Jessica will be so jealous
if I get pics loaded before she does."
    Lisa and Jessica had an ongoing battle for
who posted recent pics of Adam first to their sites. I listened as
she rattled on about her plans for the website and how current
photos of Adam would increase its traffic and popularity, ‘blowing
Jessica’s out of the water,’ as she said. A sudden feeling of dread
lodged in my throat when I realized I had left my vials of blood in
my backpack. There goes my dinner I thought. Good grief. As we
neared the park, I noticed the lights and trucks parked in the
street blocking any entrance.
    “We better go around behind to the alley,”
Lisa decided.
    Suddenly an item in a showcase window of a
nearby bookstore stopped me dead in my tracks.
    Lisa rushed back to my side when she realized
she had lost me in the crowd.
    I had one hand plastered to the glass of the
small bookstore, eyeballing the golden book with red lettering. How
did I not know of this book? Was it real? Was it a biography? An
autobiography? Did we have company on Earth after all? The