A hand slithering along his thigh caught Niles Gule completely off guard. The vampire glared as a handsome twenty-something African-American slid alongside him to feel him up. The man smiled. His eyes glimmered with promise.
“I’m taken,” Niles stated. He hoped his disapproving tone would drive his assailant away.
“Aren’t we all, sugar?” the gentleman responded. “Doesn’t mean two boys can’t have fun.”
Niles considered the environment in which he stood. The Hippodrome throbbed with a heavy base beat while a soulful woman belted out lyrics he thought might be “hurry home” or “curry comb”. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t adjusted from symphonic music to the Beatles, let alone hip hop. This new stuff utterly confused him.
The dance club was awash with brilliant lights in red, green, purple and blue. Several hundred people packed the dance floor and bobbed in unison to the beat while the DJ in his…
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