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Boss uses sexual blackmail to defeat the law.
He only has his teeth going for him at this point- so even if he fails you'll most likely only end up with a nasty scar."
My chest rose and fell with a single large breath. "I heard you say sacrifice earlier. I'm not that stupid." My eyes clouded. "If you're really going to kill me, I'd rather just know."
Norma shook her head. "You're not listening. Sacrifice really means giving something valuable. Bobby's sacrifice will be not killing you when his lust is at its peak. And you know how we're going to get his lust to its peak, don't you?"
My eyes widened.
She nodded. "That's right. Like I said, some of our sacrifices do enjoy themselves."
"So he's going to, like, fuck me?"
"Yeah," she said. "Exactly like that. You see, the other reason for the ritual is his body needs to be rid of his spermatozoa." She paused to grin. "All of it."
My nose wrinkled. "What?"
"You heard me," she said. "His temperature has killed all the little swimmers, but his body is still reacting to them, kind of like the body reacts to dead viruses too, only worse. But don't worry. Vampires don't carry disease and you can't get pregnant. But really, those should be the least of your worries- after all, you could be dead come sunrise. Let's go."
She started to turn, but stopped when I put my fingers to her forearm.
"Wait," I said with a swallow. "If I do die, can you make it, well, you know, a death that my father won't be ashamed of?"
She smiled. "If you die, I'll see that you even get to say goodbye to him- if that's what you want."
My brow dropped. My head leaned to one side. "And how will I do that if I'm dead."
"Hello?" she sneered with her eyes way wider than they needed to be. "I'm dead. Grow a brain."
My lips formed a purse. I took another deep breath and leaned until I was well within her personal space. "Quit inferring I'm stupid," I insisted in a slow whisper. "I may not be old enough to have fucked George Washington, but that doesn't make me an idiot."
She looked away and tongued her upper lip. "You're right," she said, turning back to me. "I apologize. And I'm not quite old enough to have known Washington, thank you. Now let's get on with it, shall we?"
I followed Norma into the dark structure, across a narrow foyer, and up a steep flight of stairs. With me still on the topmost step, she turned and looked back, her face lit only by the moonlight slicing through a gabled window. She pulled the package of gum from her jacket, extended a stick, and held it my way.
"No, thanks," I said with a shake of my head.
She nodded, unwrapped the gum, and popped it into her mouth. "Bobby picked you for his last," she said, wadding the wrapping paper. "Out of everyone, he chose you. Isn't that sexy? I mean, first time is kinda special- but last is the berries."
I leaned my head to one side. "The berries?"
"I guess I'm dating myself." She paused to smile and issue a subtle giggle. "The last time is the bomb, don't you think?"
"I guess so," I said with a shrug.
She stopped chewing. Her eyes roamed my form. She tossed the tiny ball of paper over her shoulder and leaned my way. I stretched up to meet her. A split second later, her cold lips met my warm ones. This time she tasted of cinnamon candy instead of ash, but I think I'd have kissed her back anyway.
She put her hands to my cheeks and urged me up that final step. There she pulled my body to hers and, for the better part of a minute, our lips massaged one another. Her hands roamed my form, first petting, then caressing, and finally groping my flesh.
Funny how long a minute can be. And not.
"I so want to be you," she whispered the instant our lips parted. She shook her head once, then turned and took two steps away from me.
For longer than we had kissed, she looked at the closed door in front of her.