Free e.Vampire.com by Scarlet Black Page B

seemed totally unaffected.
    She laughed to herself at the thought that anyone would believe these people were actually vampires. And yet, did their cheeks seem rosier in color, their skin less pale than before they’d gone into those rooms?
    Christ, I really am drunk, wasted actually , she thought. Surely her mind was playing tricks on her. There’s no such thing as vampires!
    She looked back at the door through which Dorian Taylor had exited, hoping he’d return. He didn’t. Her legs felt like Jell-O. She plopped down onto one of the splendidly soft kid-leather couches. There she sat seething with anger. Who the hell did he think he was, anyway?
    There were so many other good looking guys in the room. One had just come over and asked her to dance. He was a tall man with dirty blonde hair, very Swedish looking. She said no.
    She searched the room for Julie and Ian. She wanted to get the hell out of here before she passed out. She felt like a wallflower sitting there, pining away for a man who was a stranger; a man who’d just rejected her. How humiliating. What would a guy like that want with a girl like me? She preferred being angry with Dorian Taylor than this self-pitying emotion which was threatening to overwhelm her.
    Julie finally noticed the state she was in and came over with Ian in tow.
    “Jesus, Jen. How many drinks did you have?” Julie and Ian both looked concerned.
    “Um . . . a few.”
    “Where’s Dorian? I thought you were with him or I wouldn’t have left you alone.”
    “He just left me standing there, alone on the dance floor, Julie.” She was slurring her words and felt the heat of tears begin to well up in her eyes. 
    “Can we please go home? I don’t feel very well.”
    “Of course. We’ll leave right now.” Julie and Ian each took one of her arms and led her out.
    Finally, they settled her in the passenger seat of the Corvette where she stripped the mask off.  She breathed the warm night air, but it didn’t really help. Miami didn’t have the cool , refreshing air Maine had. It was damp and heavy as usual.
    Julie said goodbye to Ian. He leaned over and kissed her lightly, promising to call the next day.
    Jennifer must’ve fallen asleep because when she awoke, she was in her own bed. There was a note from Julie letting her know she’d call her later. She groaned, feeling her stomach lurch. She rushed to the bathroom and threw up. After that, she felt a little better and padded out to the living room, picked up her laptop and signed onto the e.Vampire.com site.
    She looked again at Mr. Dorian Taylor. Just the sight of him took her breath away. As good as his photograph looked; he was even more handsome in person. She’d been in awe of the confident way he carried himself and that English accent. He was exquisite in every way. Rude, but exquisite , she thought, remembering the way he’d left her standing alone on the dance floor.
    She shook her head to clear it and opened her e-mail, anxious to see if her membership to e.Vampire.com had been accepted. There was unopened e-mail from the site. Her heart pounded. She took a deep breath and clicked on the e-mail.
    “Oh you’ve got to be kiddin g me!”
    On the screen, in large red letters was the word Rejected .
    Her emotions were churning. Her confidence was the first to plummet. She wasn’t good enough for any of those men, especially Dorian Taylor. She felt sad as well, knowing she’d never see the man again; a man who’d affected her like no other. And finally, anger seeped in.
    She got up and slammed the laptop shut. “Fuck e.Vampire.com! And fuck Dorian Taylor too!”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
    Chapter 7
     
    Jennifer was glad it was Saturday. The thought of having to face Julie, Mary Lou and Suzanne made her heartsick. This time she had no quirky, funny stories to tell. Friday night had been a humiliating disaster.
    She