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          “Ladies and Gentlemen, Club Deception is very happy to have you h ere on this momentous occasion.” I don’t know how he did it but the words ‘to have you’ sounded vaguely sexual. The crowd went silent as t he large screens usually used for laser shows , pictures, or close-ups of the bands on stage lit up with channel 12 news.
        Holy s hit, I know my mouth dropped open and I was not the only one. There was a palatable sense of panic in the air. Someone in the crowd actually screamed, smart girl, I wanted to scream but the sound somehow got stuck in my throat.
        The woman on screen , Jessica Hawthorn, a local reporter stood next to Governor Dean and Dayton Tameron.
         Usually Tameron was gorgeous; he stood at about 6’4 and weighed about 230 lbs .
       His black hair splayed across his shoulders and down his back like a waterfall of midnight silk or maybe like someone had dumped oil over his head. Midnigh t silk made me think things I wasn’t wanting to think of while thinking of Vamp ires .
       His amber eyes reminded me of honey the kind they bottle up and sell with very little factory time.
       His skin was a perfect white I often wondered if he wore makeup or used his power to make his skin appear so flawless.
       His clothing always bespoke money. Silk shirts, ass-hugging tailor made pants; ev en his shoes were usually Gucci.
        Today he was dressed to please, a dark blue silk shirt buttoned up to leave only a nice view of his throat. A black dress jacket that matched his black dress pants and yet he still managed to look relaxed as if he’d just finished lounging on the couch or just gotten out of bed and thrown something on . That black hair spilled across his shoulders just a shade or two darker than that of his jacket. I had always wondered what that hair would feel like. I wasn’t brave enough to find out.
         Tameron , while Vampires all had first names they tended to go by their family names, smiled at her knowingly but he wasn’t wearing his human suit today. I looked around checking to make sure I wasn’t the only one who saw him. Sometime s I saw through t heir human suits on mistake, I was still learning control. The Vamp ire nodded to something she had said a moment before off-screen . “So Mr. Tameron, you are a Vamp ire ?”   The reporter had the good sense to back away from him a little. Her blond hair blew wildly in the wind blocking the view of her eyes from the camera. I wondered if she was as scared as I was the first time I’d seen one.  
       Governor Dean was dressed conservatively in a dark grey suit it went well with his dark hair. His brown eyes lit upon Tameron like he was an angel and not the exact opposite.
        Dayton Tameron looked up a t her from under his sable lashes and smiled shyly. Like he was feeling slightly embarrass ed. That look had a very sultry quality to it. “Yes, Ms. Hawthorn. But don’t worry my dear I assure you , we are quite harmless.” His voice was warm making the women in the crowd gasp slightly. Oh, my God he just admitt ed it. I felt a little sick. We don’t talk ab out our little hidden world , we just don’t! It’s the only thing the Shadow-born and the Ao agree on.
       He smiled again . T his smile was less sultry , hungrier . He looked quite harmless; e xcept for those fangs protruded ever so slightly from beneath his lush lips . T he fact that the irises of his eyes were as yellow as a glow stick. The way his skin clung to the bone and glowed with a soft white light giving him a gaunt starved look, oh yeah, and he had those claws for fingernails.
      Harmless… ri iii ght …   T he scary thing about Vamp ires is the legends are true . T hey are sexy as hell. It makes them better hunters. It is so much easier to hunt , when your food begs you to take it.
        A woman near me shuddered and it didn’t feel like a fear shudder, she was smiling and leaning toward th e screen. Wow,