Xander's Chance (Chapter One, page 1 of 14)


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Present Day

Los Angeles

Xander made his way through the rave. Multi-colored strobe lights pulsed around the overcrowded, vampire-themed club while electronica drowned out most attempts at conversation. The air was filled with marijuana smoke and the scent of bodies sweating as people danced, drank or huddled with friends. His glowing red eyes didn't draw attention in a club where everyone was pretending to be a vampire. It was his size - combined with a prey's instinctive sixth sense warning it of a predator - that caused people to move away from him.

He always fed at night, and hunger made his senses sharper, especially when he was surrounded by so many potential sources of dinner. His fangs were out in anticipation. With his choice of prey, he narrowed in on a gorgeous blonde who seemed out of place, one of the few not wearing fangs or dressed from head-to-foot in black. She wore a tight red dress and sky-high heels that would put her at his chin, no small feat given he was seven feet tall. She was just the way he liked them: sexy, sleazy, experienced. `

He lost her somewhere around the bar and enjoyed the idea of hunting his next meal-toy. He'd give her the same offer he gave every woman: fuck him or not. None had yet to refuse, and all consented to the orgasmic night of sex and blood. He didn't turn them into vamps or kill them; he had an agreement with the local Guardians - charged with protecting humans from vampires like him - that he'd let them go. In exchange, they left him alone.

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