Page 11 of Guardians for the Vamp
Next to Xander is his new mate, a human named Evangeline. The short and thick woman laughs at whatever Locheran just said. She shakes her head and rolls her eyes. I immediately like her because exasperation is the only way to react to Locheran Perrier.
An older woman with gray hair stands beside Evangeline, and I sense her power from clear across the room. She’s a witch but one I haven’t met yet.
My eyes travel around the rest of the grand hall.
Malachi, the fae prince is here with his court.
Gregor, the werewolf alpha, stands at the back with his beta. They’re speaking quietly while glaring at Philandria, alpha of the wolf shifters, who is here with two ofher pack members. Wolf shifters are different from werewolves, who require a full moon to shift while wolf shifters can turn at will. There are also other animal shifters like panthers and bears, though they aren’t as prominent as the wolves.
Saoirse, witch and coven leader, stands off to the side with a small group of witches.
Aaron, a spirit, lingers in the shadows. He’s the only one not dressed in his finest attire, since he died in the 90s wearing punk rocker clothes. Ghosts are tethered to the place they died, which might be the only reason he’s here tonight. He has nothing better to do.
Wylan, tribe leader of the centaurs, is along the wall, arms crossed as if he’s ready to fight.
Gorgan, the only dragon that I know of living on the East Coast, is in his human form and mimics the centaur’s pose.
Hallerin, griffin prince, flirts with some of the women in Malachi’s court—who are clearly ignoring him.
Lorian, a demon, sulks in a chair at a back wall clearly not wanting to be here. He must have been nominated to attend the party since there are no leaders amongst the demons. They're all degenerate cunts.
Not surprisingly, there are no angel representatives here because they’re also degenerate cunts.
Despite the righteous angels, everyone who could physically be here is here. The entire supe community has been obsessed with Layla’s succession. Her coronation was historic.
There are tens of thousands of supernaturals living in the Big Apple and each species has its own leader. Leadership that rarely changes power, like Xander who has reigned over the gargoyles, protecting New York City since it was merely a settlement called New Amsterdam. And Millie who reigned over New York City vampires since the mid-1800s.
That’s why crowning a new vampire queen was exciting for our world. Being immortal means running out of new experiences. It means no longer finding joy in things, in everyday life, in companionship. It means skirting rules and morals just to get a spark of adrenaline. It’s why vampires go mad with blood lust, or why the fae like to make sketchy deals with humans.
Owning supernatural nightclubs, I’m constantly around a variety of these supes but they mostly keep to themselves, rarely interacting with other species. There’s always been a disdain amongst our kind. Some supernaturals are more powerful than others and stubbornnessgets in the way.
This plan to unveil ourselves to the humans is truly a test. If we are unable to unite and get along—and I’m talking about more than one night—the humans won’t accept us either.
We have to prepare for anything. It could be brilliant, or it could backfire on us. If we gain a human’s trust, and reveal our life-changing secret, will they accept us or will they feel betrayed and hunt us down?
There could be war.
I have no doubt we’ll find plenty of accepting humans. The ones who advocate for gender equality and don’t condone genocide. Ones who have always believed but others saw them as crazy for doing so. Ones who read about fictional worlds involving the strange and unusual.
One problem we might run into are the people who’ve heard the urban legends that say supernatural beings are dangerous and evil. While we may have killed humans in the past, most of us did it to survive or in self-defense. It’s not like that anymore. We are not a threat, aside from a few rogue supernatural beings who we make sure are caught and reprimanded immediately.
I take a place at the front and once the room is filled, a side door near the stage opens and Layla walks out, surrounded by her security team.
She’s breathtaking in the violet puff sleeve dress with a sparkling full skirt. It complements her light brown skin, which fails to have that deathly vampire pallor to it. Her purple jeweled crown shines atop her curly mahogany hair.
I scan her body, despite most of her curves hidden by the fabric of the dress and imagine peeling it off so I can run my hands over her small breasts and rounded stomach, her thick thighs and meaty ass.
Layla’s new gargoyle guard shifts on his feet behind her. His large hands are folded in front of his groin.
I take a moment to admire his beauty as well. He’s taller than me, at least seven foot to my six foot three. He’s massive. Thick arms that threaten to tear the short sleeves of his black tunic, tree trunk thighs stretching his pants and testing the seams. He has wings and a tail as I do but gargoyle tails can do marvelous things during sex.
An image flashes across my thoughts of the gargoyle fucking Layla while his tail fucks me, andmytail fills his asshole.
He shivers, as if I had broadcast that image to him, and runs a four-fingered, clawed hand over his scarred face. The urge to ask him how he got the mark surprises me into silence. It’s not like me to care about another being’s life story, but I want to know everything about this gargoyle. Istill don’t know his name, but I want to hear all about his adventures, his heartbreaks, what makes him happy.
Layla too.
Who are these magnificent creatures? Why are they affecting me so deeply?
