Blood & Roses:Warriors of the Krieger(3)

By: Theresa Hissong


We prepay for access to the clinic. Lydia and I fork out about $2000 a month each, for a live B positive donor. We can acquire bagged blood to keep at home for an additional fee. A case of blood will run you about $300 for a thirty day supply. It will do in a pinch, but it’s nothing like the real thing. I keep some stored in the refrigerator for emergencies. Usually Lydia and I split a box and it last us a couple of months.

She elbowed me in my side to get my attention. I followed her eyes and found the most luscious donor in the room. Not just because of his tasty blood, but for his absolutely gorgeous body. Of course, I have never tasted him. Because she always gets him first, but Lydia swears he taste better than any human she has ever had. Lydia was infatuated with the dark haired human. I watched her literally drift over to his chair. I mean, rise up about six inches and float! One of these days, I would learn to do something like that.

His name was Kyle and man was he hot! Jet black hair hung down just past his brows; not quite covering those dreamy emerald green eyes. Soft tan skin covered washboard abs and finely tuned biceps; every woman’s dream. He looked up as Lydia approached. Kyle’s smile was earth shattering. He rose from his chair and hugged Lydia lightly.

While Lydia drooled all over Kyle, I searched for my favorite donor.

Robbie was a college student who used his money, from being a donor, to put himself through medical school. Donors were paid well and Robbie used that to his advantage.

“Good Morning, Ms. Harwood.” Robbie was a polite, soft spoken and very handsome doctor-to-be.

“Please Robbie, I’ve told you many times to call me Charity,” I demanded, politely of course. Man, he looked good tonight. Faded jeans, a green hospital scrub for a top and a gold pinkie ring on his left hand. He had short brown hair and amazing blue eyes. Robbie was also gay. I don’t care, he’s still hot!

“Yes ma’am,” he chuckled. I pulled up a stool and sat right in front of him. He leaned forward and tilted his head to the right, offering me his left side. The vein in his neck throbbed in anticipation and my need spiked. I placed a quick kiss on his cheek, as a sign of respect, and then bit deeply into the yummy source in his neck.

Bless his little heart, Robbie ate apple pie today. Oh man, he was getting a big tip tonight. Blood taste like, well blood, but with an undertone of what the donor consumed a few hours before coming to the clinic. They were not allowed to eat a high concentration of garlic, because that would be bad for vampires. Someone invented a little machine that takes blood from the donor to check for the amount of garlic in their system. That makes the newer vampires a lot less nervous. Us older ones have learned to detect if the human has garlic in their system. We can smell it. Too much garlic intake will throw a vampire into the equivalent of anaphylactic shock to a human. But not pie!

I let out a small chuckle and Robbie patted my hand. He laughed too and sighed, “I remembered, Charity,” he said proudly.

I released him and washed my tongue over the puncture wounds to heal them. “Thank you, you didn’t need to do that.” I pinned him with a stare, but laughed. There was no way I could be mad at him.

“Oh, it’s okay. I wanted to indulge myself tonight, for the both of us,” he blushed. How cute! Too bad he didn’t play for my team. A girl can’t catch a break!

Lydia peaked over my shoulder impatiently. “You ready?” she asked.

“Goodbye Robbie. See you next time,” I said, standing up from the padded stool, but not before I slipped him a hundred dollar bill. He blew me a kiss and like that, it was over; so much easier than all those years of hunting down humans.





We arrived at our club, Nights, just a few minutes before opening. Lydia and I parked in our private spots at the back door to the club. I selfishly installed plaques over the spots, mine read OWNER, and hers read MANAGER, just because I could. I recently installed security lighting in the alley behind the building. Lycanthropes have been seen in the area and tensions in Port Royal were high. They were known to attack in the city as well as out in the suburbs. As scary as that sounds, we had our own protectors.

Krieger are vampire warriors. They are our police force. Most Krieger are very old and very powerful. Imagine bulky, medieval fighters walking around modern day looking like professional wrestlers, but much larger. Yum!

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