Free Four Centuries (Damned and Cursed Book 7) by Glenn Bullion Page A

completely unfamiliar territory.   Amit wasn't exactly just someone dropping off her luggage.
    He read her mind.
    "Don't worry about gratuity, Victoria.   I'm more than well-compensated."
    "I appreciate everything you've done."
    He bid her farewell, with yet another reminder to call if needed.
    Five minutes later, Victoria had every suitcase opened, spread about the floor.   She looked through her blouses, dresses, shoes, underwear, bras, everything.   Satisfied nothing had been tampered with, the next item on her list would have made anyone, mortal or vampire, pause and stare.
    She found the largest, barest wall, and took a picture with her phone.
    Smiling, she emailed it to Kevin.   Everything about Kevin amazed her.   But his ability to create portals was breathtaking.   With just a printed picture, the witch could literally travel the world.   Kevin used them to save gas, visit his girlfriend, even go on vacation.
    They were also the perfect escape route.
    Victoria didn't think she'd need to escape New Delhi, but nothing bad ever happened from being prepared.
    The first gathering of the vampires wasn't scheduled until the next day.   She had another day to kill.   The hot tub was speaking to her from across the room.   In no time at all, she was naked and enjoying the steaming water, sipping on a glass of blood.   Classical music, Mozart, blasted through the entertainment system, echoing through the room.   She'd met Mozart once.   He tried to seduce her.
    "I guess things could definitely be worse," she said aloud.

CHAPTER 4

    The first hour of the first meeting was fascinating.
    There were somewhere between twenty to thirty vampires total.   Victoria had seen some of them before.   Slowly, they trickled into the conference room.   She was one of the earlier arrivals, conducting business on her laptop while waiting.   The conference room itself was large, with a round table and projector mounted overhead.   Like everything about the top floor of the hotel, it had been customized for them.   There were large windows, protected by shutters, that wouldn't be opened until much later in the evening.   A refrigerator in the back was filled to the brim with bottles of blood.
    Vampirism had the ability to reach across all walks of life.   The supernatural beings surrounding her were a mix of young and old.   She herself was four centuries old, in the body of a thirty-year-old.   A vampire she recognized across from her was merely one hundred years old, but in the body of a sixty-year-old man.   She stared longer than she meant to at another member of her race that resembled a fifteen-year-old girl, yet moved with the confidence and grace of a being much older.
    The appearances would have also provided a provoking character study.   Everyone was beautiful, of course.   But some vampires chose to embrace their appearance, their pale skin, while others wore spray-tans.   Was it to blend in with the young mortals around them that worshiped the sun and a darker complexion?   Or were they truly unhappy with their skin?
    Victoria loved herself exactly how she was.
    Not long into the meeting, a vampire several seats away made his way to the phone in the back of the room.   After a quick, hushed call, a young mortal woman arrived to the conference room.   He excused himself, and fed from the woman right out in the hallway, complete with the muffled sounds of sex and an orgasm.   Every ear in the room belonged to that of a vampire.   Victoria knew she wasn't the only one who heard, yet no one else even flinched.
    After the first hour, the fascination began to wear off.
    Victoria waited for something interesting to be said.   And she waited.   And then she waited some more.   They talked about issues that she knew were important on some level, but she simply didn't care.   A pack of werewolves destroying a small town in Australia.   A vampire claiming to be a God to a tribe in Africa.   A psychic who