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War, so the rise of nationalism was understandable. For a while, the Weimar Republic was in charge, and that was a really good government. They just couldn’t keep the economy in line, and they could never seem to stop the rumblings of revenge. They did for a while, but hatred of the French and others finally took over. Germany was consumed with national pride. Germany: love it or leave it. We wanted all the German-speaking people in nearby countries to be part of our fatherland, and we wanted a buffer of land to keep back the Russians and others.
    We all eventually figured out that the Nazis were assholes and needed to be stopped. It took a while to come to that conclusion.
    The vampires even tried to figure out a way to get Adolf Hitler himself. The trouble was that he always changed his travel plans at the last minute, and he was never where we thought he’d be. I wasn’t a sniper at the time, and I certainly didn’t have a high-powered rifle. If I had, I would have gotten the asshole or died trying. That’s just the way I’m built.
    Maybe Hitler knew about vampires and how dangerous we could be. It doesn’t matter now: he killed himself. So long, farewell, auf Wiedersehen, good-bye.
     
     
    “ H AMLET ? Oberon?”
    It was Pierre. We hadn’t heard from him for a month, since we’d met him and the queen in Bern.
    “Palace in five minutes.”
    “Okay,” I answered in mind-words.
    “Wear black, Hamlet.”
    “Okay,” Hamlet said. I had no idea where Hamlet was, but he was part of the mind-word conference call.
    Five minutes would leave me just enough time to dress and feed. Oberon would have to do without his morning nookie today.
    I dressed as fast as I could and flashed to the library. Without looking at the spreadsheet, I raised my voice. “Who is a donor for today?”
    There are two doors in the library. The one toward the back of the house leads to the staff quarters. They have a lounge area just off the library, and there are blood donors in that room almost all the time. One of the men came into the library and offered me his arm. I was all business. My fangs found their mark, and I took my twenty seconds of blood before sealing the wound with my tongue. The donor leaned over and planted a wet kiss on my mouth. I saw he had a raging hard-on, so the donation must have been pleasurable for him.
    Within seconds, I felt his blood go swoosh inside my body. Human blood is an instant high to a vampire. It doesn’t go through the regular digestive process. Human blood is attacked by vampire blood. It is like microscopic machines in my own blood. The machines attack the human blood and convert it to vampire blood. I am almost blinded for a second or two when the change first happens. It is a total rush.
    By the time I came to my senses, my donor had his dick out of his shorts and was stroking himself. I didn’t object. In fact, I put my hands between his legs and pulled him closer. I had gotten his blood, and now I wanted to swallow his cum. Within just a minute, he was ready to shoot. At the last minute, he put most of his dick in my mouth, leaving just enough outside to let him continue pumping his rod.
    Yum.
    “You got up quickly,” Oberon said, standing near the other door. That other door leads to the main section of the house. It is how we get to our bedroom.
    The blood and semen donor looked embarrassed. He knew Oberon and I were a couple, but he didn’t know that we have a completely open relationship.
    “Sorry,” the donor said as he left the room.
    “No problem,” Oberon said. “I’m happy you enjoyed my husband.” He winked at the blood donor.
    “Hamlet and I have an errand,” I said using mind-words as Oberon walked over to my chair. He straddled my legs and sat on my lap. He hugged me and gave me a really sloppy kiss.
    “Ummm,” he said, “that cum is tasty. What was his name?”
    “I don’t know, but could you find out and put him into the spreadsheet for me?”
    “It’s