Free The Obscurati by Wynn Wagner Page B

fucking raining,” Hamlet said. He was dressed in what looked like black Spandex, head to toe. He wore a black overshirt too. Stylish. This was probably the butchest thing in Hamlet’s wardrobe. He would be able to move however he needed to move, and the clothes wouldn’t be in the way. I wore black leather.
    “Bye, husband,” Oberon said to me. “Don’t break a nail, Hamlet.”
    And with that, we were off. Hamlet got above the rain clouds in record time. On my way through the cloud, I felt a tingle. It was a thunderstorm. One lightning bolt actually chased Hamlet.
    “Woooo,” he shrieked. I don’t think I ever saw a vampire hightailing it any faster than Hamlet on his way to the clear skies above the rain.
    The wind dried our hair, but I’m sure Hamlet was stressing over the possibility of having frizzies. We made it to the queen’s fortress with a minute to spare. Considering that we had fed and I got a mouth full of cum, that was fairly good timing. As we walked to the building, I saw Hamlet checking his hair. He saw something that he didn’t like, but there wasn’t anything to be done.
     
     
    A MAN who looked like he could have been an accountant or FBI agent met us in the lobby. He asked us to follow him, and he took us to a foyer kind of room that had two lifts (elevators). Instead of pushing the regular lift button, he went to a small numeric keyboard mounted on the wall and typed in a code. I couldn’t see what he typed because the keypad was under a metal shield. As soon as the code was in, he bent down and let a red light scan his eye. The scanner apparently liked the man’s eyeball, because one set of doors opened with a ding .
    It looked like a lift door, but it wasn’t. Maybe the other door was a regular lift, but the one that opened was not ordinary. The casual observer in the lobby would see nothing unusual, but that was only for appearances. It would fool any humans who were in the lobby when the fake doors opened. As soon as we stepped into the lift and the doors closed, the roof of the “cabin” opened to reveal a shaft. It was nicely tiled with modern-looking shapes of different colored tiles, not the industrial concrete you would find in most actual shafts.
    “Please follow,” he said when the ceiling opened. He flew up the shaft and waited for us about two-thirds of the way up. We floated up to the man’s level.
    We were at a regular door, made of metal. To the right of the door was another box of electronics. The man typed a code, and then he put his eye close to the box. It was some kind of biometric security device. You had to know a code, and your retina had to be on the computer’s list of vampires approved for entrance.
    I looked up and down the shaft. It seems like every other floor had one of these doors. The other floors had regular doors, but I couldn’t tell if they opened or were just for show. Each lift door was numbered: one, two, three, etc. The metal doors were lettered. Our door was marked “K.”
    Very clever. The queen’s fortress was hidden in plain sight. Half the floors were served by the other lift, but half were accessible only if you were a vampire who could float. I have no idea what you’d do if you were one of the vampires who couldn’t float. Maybe you just stayed home or something.
    When we stepped into the room, it was full of computer monitors on one side and what looked like a lounge area on the other. On the far wall were heavy-looking doors, each with its own biometric security box. They took security seriously here. Everyone I saw was vampire. I didn’t sense any humans on the floor, and my senses would have known. The room was full of vampires.
    Our guide (chaperone? docent?) walked across the floor to one of the large metal doors on the far wall. He typed in his code and let the biometric box look at his retina. A buzzer sounded, and the door unlocked. The man pushed the door open and motioned for us to follow. I could tell that the door