"Don't you say a fucking word!" Sammy snapped at me, and I felt all of my words immediately dry up, not to mention all the joy in my life. "I still haven't decided on if I'm going to murder you or make you listen to some bad poetry and then fucking murder you."

Through my brief moment of intense guilt that Sammy had triggered, something stood out to me. "Why bad poetry exactly?"

"Because that's what that asshole you pawned me off on made me suffer through!"

Sammy's aim with the dildo was remarkably deadly accurate. Her throwing technique involved just whipping it forward and letting the dildo fling out into the air as an extension of her arm, whipping through the air with hardly any wiggle, startlingly beautiful and graceful in a perverse way that only a flying twelve-inch dildo could be. It actually distracted me to the point where I found myself watching the dildo make its way toward my face before I remembered to duck. The dildo bounced harmlessly off the back shelf—

THWACK!

That one got me up on the temple, and I turned to see a Fleshlight go bouncing through the air. When Sammy had grabbed that to throw, I hadn't even seen since I had been so distracted with the flying dildo, but apparently, she wasn't wasting time. Goddamn, she was accurate.

"You ghosted on me, dude! If you didn't want me around, you could have at least had the decency to tell me!"

"Sammy, what the fuck are you even talking about?"

Sammy hurled another pair of dildos, and I deflected them both as I made my way into aisle three which had much better cover from the aerial assault. My mind raced, trying and then ultimately failing to piece together any of the not-remembered snippets of memory from the last four days.

Sammy advanced through the store, unwrapping another piece of merchandise. She brandished it at me, and I flinched, expecting the throw.

"The other night at the club, you motherfucker! At HTDK!"

Oh shit. I had run into Sammy at the club? No wonder I was feeling this nagging guilt. What the fuck had actually happened?

Okay, proceed carefully...

"Exactly how high would you say I was at the time, do you think?" I asked carefully and hopefully. Hopefully, because Sammy had stopped mid-throw and was possibly reconsidering the situation. Since she was no stranger to getting seriously fucked up from time to time and regaling me with tales of her partying and subsequent regrets, she was the one person on earth right now who could possibly understand what I had been going through. At least as long as I didn't mention anything about blood.

"Really fucking high," she admitted after a moment. "You were seriously fucked up man. So fucked up, you wouldn't even share whatever it is you were on."

"You totally did not want what I was having. Trust me. Did I at least put you on my tab?"

SMACK! The previously upthrown and still unwrapped Pocket Pussy(TM) smacked me right between the eyes. Admittedly I had deserved that one. The following barrage of products, however, was definitely questionable.

"You have a TAB?" Dodge. Sensual Massage Oil. "How the fuck do you have a tab at HTDK?" Smack! 10 oz bottle of Flavoured Lube. "You don't even like clubs!" Duck. Jar of Make Me Cum Clit Sensitizer. "And you're as broke as fuck!" Slap! American Whopper 8 Inch Vibrating Dong with Harness.

"It's a thing I'm in! Kind of a secret society thing. Has a great benefits package!"

Sammy paused her throwing, definitely curious.

"Is that what you've been off doing for the past week? We thought you were dead or something. Claude even stopped by looking for you and the Boss hired some other moron to fill your slot." Sammy gave me another look and lowered the giant strap-on she had been about to throw at me. She considered me carefully before she asked the next question. "How the fuck do you even have your job back? The Boss said he was going to murder you if you showed up here again."

"Seems there's a lot of murdering me going around right now. Can we, and by we, I mean you, stop throwing things at me now?"

"Maybe," she said, and then dropped the dildo and breezed past me, glaring all the way. "But this isn't over yet buddy."

"You won't believe the week I've been having."

"Unless you died, I'm really not interested."

"You missed the funeral."

"How was it?"

"Expensive."

"I swear when I die, just cremate me and put my ashes in a ziplock container and throw it onto the first garbage truck you see. The price of a burial urn these days is horrible."

"You got it."

Sammy snorted and looked at me with what I could only consider to be fondness. "I'm glad you're back Bob."

"So does this mean you're going to forgive me for the other night which I swear I don't remember?"

"The only way I might even think about forgiving you is if the King himself were to walk through that door and personally invite you to go partying with him."

Right on cue, the bell rang as someone entered. We both turned, wondering which of the night's particular perverts had decided to pay us a visit. Sammy's greeting turned into a squeak when she realized that the black fur coat wearing, tall black man in the midst of the three gorgeous women in little black dresses was, in fact, the King. The women went through the merchandise while the King made his way over to the counter, sunglasses on and apparently high out of his mind.

"Hey King," I said, way more casually than I had any right to.

The King pulled down his sunglasses and looked at me over the top. He grinned when he recognized me.

"Bobby! My man! I almost didn't recognize you without any general destruction around you." He looked around the store at the mess Sammy had made with her barrage of pornographic missiles. "Close, but no cigar. Still sore from this morning's trip?"

"Teeny tiny bit," I admitted.

Sammy couldn't believe her eyes and ears. She looked back and forth from me to the King and back again.

"You know Bob? Bob, how the fuck does the King know you?"

The King had spotted Sammy now and took his sunglasses off all the way, intrigued. He walked towards her, completely ignoring me, eyes only on Sammy.

"Remember that club I was telling you about before?" I asked as the King closed in.

"You mean the one that sounded totally made up?" Sammy was not looking away from the King for anything.

"Yeah, that's the one. We're both members."

The King towered over her, and I could have sworn Sammy was about to swoon as he held out a hand for her to shake. Sammy put her hand into his, and he smiled.

"Hi there sugar tits," the King said, and I winced, expecting Sammy to spoil the whole tableau and rip his head off. Nothing of the sort occurred.

"Hi back to you. Aren't you going to ask me to dance?"

"There's no music so we might have to skip the dancing."

"I'm not that type of girl."

"What type of girl are you?"

"The type where you'd better make some music up so we can dance. Go ahead and sing. I'll follow along."

The King laughed loud and lustily. He grinned at me, taking his eyes off Sammy for a second.

"I like this one, Bob. She's not yours is she?"

"Sammy's kind of her own person, but I feel I must warn you that she's a predator posing as a house pet."

"Shut the fuck up Bob," Sammy sang as sweetly as she could.

This was getting awkward, being stuck between the two of them.

"Hey, can I move now? Bit of a third wheel thing going on and your friends might need some help, so..."

The King backed up and allowed me to slip past him into the fresh air and away from their lusty stares. What the fuck was happening? I'd never seen Sammy get so weak in the knees over anyone, but from the moment the King had walked in it had been all over for her. It occurred to me to wonder if there was some kind of look that vampires had that could influence people, but then I instantly wondered if the King could teach it to me.

"Hey, King," I interjected when Sammy had escaped going get something from her bag, most likely every bit of her contact information. "What are you doing here anyway?"

The King looked around the store to his three lady friends who were looking over the merchandise. One of them was chasing another with an enormous strap-on we had on the shelf for demonstration purposes while they all laughed uproariously. They were into their own thing and obviously didn't care what was going on with the King.

"The girls wanted to make a stop for some toys. Having a bit of a private party. You want to join us?" He leaned in to whisper the last. "You're looking like you could use a taste."

"Just a little craving, Nothing I can't handle, but yeah." I nodded towards Sammy. "Are you planning on using Sammy to get your fix?"

The King looked taken aback by that. He looked over to Sammy and the smile on his face surprised me. It looked intrigued and surprisingly gentle. It was the smile of a man who was completely smitten by a woman.

"Naw man," he said. "I'm not going to do her like that. She's a special kind of girl. I mean at least I think she is..."

"Oh good," I said, "because if you fucked her over, you know it's going to be my fault, right?"

"Aren't you going to threaten me or something? About breaking her heart and shit?"

"Nope. Sammy is her own person. Her mistakes are her own to make. She's a big girl."

Sammy was walking over to us. I clapped the King on the shoulder and grinned.

"Time to forgive me Sammy! Guess who's going partying with the King?"

***

Thing is, I hadn't really realized just how much I was craving the blood until I sucked on one of the girl's necks and the blood had spurted into my mouth, hot and salty and so, so, sweet. It was everything that had been missing from my life, was everything I needed and more.

As I felt my mind open up, the high of the blood opening my eyes to the extraordinary once again, I knew I was hooked and that there would be no going back.

I was a vampire and life was never going to be the same again.

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