Blood Moon edited

CHAPTER 1

            Anya Pettrucelli surveyed herself in front of her full length mirror. “Yes,” she nodded approvingly, “I think the green dress is the way to go.” She hung the three other outfits she’d tried on back in her closet, closing the pocket doors behind her. “Now for accessories,” she muttered. She sat down in front of her jewelry chest and pulled out her favorite sterling silver necklace with a malachite pendant, and put the matching bracelet on her left wrist. Next she pulled out matching dangling earrings, to complete the look. Anya took one last glance in the full length mirror, smiling at her dazzling reflection. Her mahogany colored hair cascaded in soft curls around her face to just below her ears, framing the earrings just right. The malachite green matched her intense eyes, and her porcelain skin showed off the sterling silver brilliantly. She stood five feet, five inches tall and her slender frame held a few extra pounds that she hoped to lose soon, now that she'd started running again. Overall, she was pleased with her appearance. “Oh, yes, this should definitely work.” A car horn blared from outside her window. She leaned out the window hollering, “Haven’t you ever heard of ringing the doorbell like a normal person?”

            “But I’m not even close to normal,” came the reply from her friend Nicolette Spruce, who hoisted her five foot, nine inch frame onto the car door, tossing her long  blonde hair over her shoulder. Her azure blue eyes matched the dress she wore on her slim model like figure. “Hurry up! I want to get a decent table!”

            “I’m on my way out,” Anya laughed. “Hold your horses. The club isn’t going anywhere.” She whirled around and flew down the stairs to say good night to her parents. “I don’t imagine we’ll be that late tonight,” she assured them. “I have my keys so you can lock up if you turn in before I get home. I don’t have classes tomorrow, so don’t panic if I stay out a little late, okay?”

            “Be safe, honey,” her mother replied warmly. “You two stay together. We don’t know anything about this new club you’re going to.”

            “We’ll be fine, Mom,” Anya planted kisses on her parents’ cheeks. “I hear this club is all the rave now. I can’t wait. I’m sure all our friends from school will be there, too.” She flitted out the front door, and buckled into the passenger seat of her friend’s car. “Okay, Nic, let’s get this show on the road.”

            “I know, I can’t wait,” Nicolette answered beaming. “I’ve heard this place is just great.”

            The girls arrived at Blood Moon and produced their ID cards. They stopped at the bar, ordered drinks and started scoping for a table.  Finding nothing immediately available, the friends took stools next to each other at the bar, and scanned the crowd for people they might know. The club was ablaze with noise, people, dancing and billiards, a cacophony of noise raising the roof.

            “I can’t believe all the tables are already taken,” wailed Nicolette. “This place barely opened an hour ago! We should have left sooner.”

            “It’s no big deal, Nic,” Anya raised her voice enough to be heard over the noise. “We have all night. Just keep your eyes open, I’m sure a table will open up.”

            “You could always join me and my friends at our table,” a man’s voice rang next to Anya’s ear. “I’m Edgar Mayes. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Edgar’s thick black, wavy hair curled just below his ears, and his eyes were such a deep brown, they looked almost black in the dim light of the club. Anya estimated that he stood about six feet two inches tall, and was muscular, but not in a body builder sort of way. He had chiseled good looks that drew her to him. He extended his hand to the girls.

            “I’m Anya, and this is my friend, Nicolette,” Anya grasped Edgar’s hand firmly, shaking it. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, as well.” She glanced at Nicolette. “I think for the moment we’re just fine at the bar,” she said, “but thank you so much for the invitation.”

            “My pleasure. I haven’t seen you here before, have I?” Edgar pressed the conversation on. “Your first time here, I take it?”

            “Actually, yes,” Anya replied. “You must be a regular, then, if you say you haven’t seen us before. This place hasn’t been open for very long, a couple weeks, maybe?”

            “Going on three, but yes, I’m a regular. This man here,” he gestured toward the bartender, “is a very close personal friend of mine, Lewis Throckmorton. We recently moved to town, and heard that a new place was opening. So, he applied for a job, and I keep him company.” Edgar’s eyes shone merrily. “Please put Anya’s drinks, and her friend’s, on my tab, would you, Lewis?” Lewis nodded, knowingly, at his friend. Lewis stood five feet, ten inches tall, with salt and pepper colored hair. His brown eyes were very warm and expressive, and he had distinctive cheekbones and a cleft chin. He was so muscular he could easily have passed for the club’s bouncer. Anya bet no one messed with him.

            “You got it, Ed. All taken care of.”

            “Oh, no, please! That isn’t necessary,” Anya protested. “We’re perfectly happy paying as we go.”

            “Nonsense. We haven’t had new customers here in over a week, so this is my treat,” he flashed a brilliant smile, and seated himself next to the girls. “I absolutely insist.”

            “Well,” Nicolette replied, “if he insists, who are we to argue, Anya?” She motioned her eyes to a drop dead gorgeous man headed their way. “I think this may be one of his friends,” she mouthed to Anya.

            “Would you like to dance?” the newcomer asked Nicolette. “I’m Shane Reed. Pleased to meet you.” Stunningly handsome, Shane was five feet, eleven inches tall with hazel eyes. He had rounded features, was solidly built and had medium brown hair with blonde streaks. He and Nicolette looked amazing together.

            “I’m Nicolette, and I would love to dance!” her face lit up. “It’s nice to meet you, too.” The couple headed for the dance floor. Edgar moved his stool a little closer to Anya’s.

            “So, tell me. Where do you work?” he asked, showing no signs of leaving her side. Anya sighed lightly and settled down on her stool.

            “I work nights at the pub on the corner of eleventh and Hastings. I go to school days part time at ITT Tech here in Oklahoma City. What about you?” she smiled coyly. “Tell me about yourself.”

            “Well,” Edgar began, “I moved here from Dallas a little over a month ago to start another business. I have one going strong in Dallas, one in Phoenix, and another in Seattle. So, I thought I’d try my luck here, too.”

            “What type of businesses?” Anya asked impressed.

            “Entertainment,” he replied elusively. “Nothing fancy, I’m afraid.”

            “Sounds enticing!”

            “Nah, not really,” he chuckled. “So, what are you studying in college?”

            “I’m earning my Bachelor’s Degree in toxicology so I can get my degree as a forensic scientist.”

            “Wow! That’s terrific. You must be an amazing student. You’re certainly bright enough to pull that career off,” he added with a smile. “Why don’t you join my friends and me at the table now?” he offered again.

            “That would be lovely, Edgar. Thank you.”

Eventually, Anya let her guard down, and decided that maybe Edgar wasn’t such a bad guy after all. “Do you want to dance, Edgar?” she asked.

            “I would,” he answered, smiling down at her. “I thought you’d never ask.”

            “Then why didn’t you ask me?” she laughed, taking his hand in hers.

            “I didn’t want to come on too strong and scare you off.”

            “Nah,” she batted her eyes up at him. “I don’t scare so easily.”

            “That’s good to know,” he breathed in her ear as he pulled her close to him. “Very good to know, indeed.”

            Edgar gathered Anya in his arms. His touch caused all the hair on her arms and the back of her neck to stand straight on end, and she felt herself becoming excited by his holding her so close to him. ‘God,’ she thought, ‘it’s been two years since I’ve felt this way about a man. I bet he wouldn’t give me any crap about not being adventurous in bed like Josh did.’ She shuddered involuntarily at the thought of the break up with her ex-boyfriend. Edgar held her a little tighter.

            “Are you cold?” he asked, feeling her shudder.

            “N-n-o,” she stuttered. She blushed with embarrassment that he felt her shiver. “I’m fine. It’s just been a while since a man held me this way,” she admitted. He buried his face into her neck, and she could feel the warmth of his breath in her ear. She erupted in goose-bumps and could feel the hot tingle of blood running to her nether region.

            “Well, I’m glad you chose to let me be the one to hold you, then,” he whispered in her ear. She melted into his embrace.

            “So am I,” she murmured back.

            The couple returned to the table, where Shane and Nic talked, taking a break from dancing. Lewis approached Edgar, motioning to him.

            “I just got an unscheduled delivery of whiskey,” he said. “Would you come help me unload it so the other bartender doesn’t get overwhelmed for too long?”

            “Of course, Lewis.” He turned to Anya and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. “Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.” His lips electrified hers, and she could feel herself getting wetter by the second.

            “I’m not going anywhere,” she replied, licking her lips seductively. “Hurry back.”

Edgar and Lewis headed out the employee entrance. When they came back half an hour later, Edgar took Anya’s hand and led her to the dance floor for another slow dance. She held his hand firmly as they slipped onto the dance floor and into each other’s arms, as though they’d been a couple for years. They looked deeply into each other’s eyes, and began to kiss. Softly at first, then more passionately. Edgar’s hand slid down to her ass, and he squeezed it firmly, drawing her tighter into his arms. Anya caught her breath sharply and pressed her body against him to let him know she accepted his advances. She could feel his dick getting hard through his pants, and she breathed heavily into his ear. His other hand found her braless breast and began to caress it as he kissed her harder and more aggressively. She let her hands freely roam his body, and took his erection into one of them. She heard him take a sharp deep breath, and he buried his face back into her neck.

“I want you so bad, Anya,” he breathed.

“I want you, too,” she replied, “more than you know!”

After several dances and a few more drinks, Anya began feeling dizzy. Her vision blurred as she stumbled back to the table. Edgar held her around the waist and guided her across the floor, catching her when she tripped. She eased herself into a chair and wiped at her sweaty brow with a napkin.

“I can’t believe I’m feeling so tipsy,” she said, fanning herself with the napkin. “Does Lewis mix drinks stronger for you and your friends?” she asked.

“Sometimes, yes,” he replied, his gaze clouded with concern. “I’m sorry. Did he get you drunk?”

“I’m afraid so. I didn’t think I drank enough to hit my limit, but it’s obvious I have. I should probably head home and sleep this off.” She took a fresh napkin and scrawled her cell phone number on it, squeezing it into his front pants pocket. She smiled a wide, sultry smile. “Give me a call when you have time,” she purred. “We need to pick up where we left off on the dance floor.” Edgar’s face lit up and he leaned in to kiss her.

“We most certainly do!”

Edgar raised his hand and signaled to Lewis at the bar. Lewis had another server cover him, and he came to Edgar's side.

"What's up, Edgar? What can I do for you? Time for refreshers?"

"No, Lewis. Actually," Edgar placed his arm around Anya's shoulders protectively, "Anya isn't feeling very well, and I think she needs a cab to get home. Her friend has been drinking this evening, too, so I wouldn't let either of them drive home. If you'd be so kind as to call the cab, I'll take Anya outside and wait with her for it to arrive." He smiled warmly at Anya. "I want to be sure you're taken care of, my dear. Would you mind, Lewis?"

"Not at all, Edgar," Lewis answered, nodding. "I'll take care of it. Would you please get the car keys from her friend for me? I will call a cab for her later when she's ready to head home. They can leave their ride here overnight, and claim the keys from my bucket when they're sober and can drive safely."

"Absolutely, Lewis," Edgar replied. "Thank you for your help. I'll bring the keys to you in a moment." He motioned to Shane to come back to the table. "Shane, please relieve Nicolette of her car keys. When you two are ready to call it a night, Lewis will call her a cab, and you might want to wait with her to ensure her safety." The men exchanged glances.

"Of course, Edgar," Shane answered. He held his hand out to Nicolette expectantly. "The keys, please, sweetheart. No drinking and driving for you." Nicolette fished the keys out of her purse and handed them over reluctantly.

"I haven't had that much to drink," she whined. "But if it makes you feel better," she shot him a sultry sidelong glance, "then I'll take a cab."

"Or perhaps you'll allow me to drive you wherever you need to go." He flashed a brilliant smile. "Either way, you'll be safer than driving yourself." Shane handed the keys off to Edgar. "Here y'go, Ed. Take these to Lewis for the bucket." Edgar took the keys, and kissed Anya's cheek.

"I'll be right back, sweetie. Sit tight. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

Anya blushed as she leaned into his kiss. His incredible charm made him hard to resist. Edgar went to the bar, handed Lewis the keys, which Lewis plunked into a bucket by the cash register. They exchanged a few words, nodding at each other, and Lewis picked up the phone. He nodded again at Edgar, replaced the receiver, and Edgar returned to the table. 

"It's all set," he breathed into Anya’s ear. "Instead of calling a cab, Lewis thought it would be safer if my driver and I took you home. He's on his way. Shall we get some air and wait for him to arrive?" He held out his hand to help her out of her chair. "Lean into me, hun, I've got you."

"Thank you, Edgar," Anya said, wobbling to her feet. She leaned in planting a long sensuous kiss on his luscious, full lips. The electricity shot through her like a lightning bolt, and she jumped in shock. Then she whispered, "I hope I see you again soon. I find you interestingly irresistible." He smiled.

"I have every intention of seeing you again, dear, Anya," he replied. "I find you just as irresistible. Let's go outside." Anya and Edgar waved good bye to Nicolette and Shane who were back on the dance floor.

"Is she safe with him, Edgar?" she asked. "I mean, we've never split up before. I'm a little disconcerted about this. I think she should leave with us, and stay at my place tonight. I really shouldn't leave her here."

"I promise you, she's in good hands," Edgar replied, looking deep into her eyes. "No harm will come to her. He will see her home safely. You have my word." Edgar leaned against the wall in a darkened corner of the club outside, and pulled Anya to his chest. He held her securely, kissing her neck tenderly. "You're so beautiful, Anya," he murmured into her ear, his breath on her neck causing goose bumps to erupt all over her body, and she felt her nipples tighten, standing erect from the spark he elicited in her. She leaned lazily against him.

"I feel safe with you," she whispered back to him. "I hardly know you, but I feel safe."

"You are safe." He kissed her sensually, his tongue darting between her lips, exploring her mouth. "I promise you that. Come home with me for a while, we can have a night cap and talk some more," he pleaded with her. "I don't want to seem forward, but the connection between us is so strong - I want to know more about you, spend more time with you." He kissed her again, deeply. She melted into his embrace, kissing him back with fire, exploring his mouth with her tongue. She could feel her warm juices flowing with each kiss.

"I shouldn't," she whispered pulling back, "but I want to." She looked up into his eyes, meeting his gaze. "I really want to, but I'm afraid," she said. "I've never done this. I've never gone home with a man I've just met. I want to take it slow." Edgar's face clouded over.

"We can take it as slow as you want to," he said glumly. "But come home with me tonight. Please. We'll have a drink or two and talk. I promise." Anya looked into his cloudy brown eyes. She could see she'd hurt him with her hesitance.

"Okay," she said, "but slow. Please?" Edgar's face brightened.

"Yes," he kissed her again, lustfully. "Slow and easy. However you like." He glanced at the parking lot. "My driver's here. After you." He gallantly held the door open for her, as she climbed in the back of his limousine. "The lady will accompany me to the Hoover Mansion," he instructed the driver, and he settled in the back with Anya in his arms. He stroked her hair tenderly. "You've made me very happy," he whispered, "and I promise I'll make you happy, as well."

Chapter 2

Anya cuddled into his shoulder for the ride to the Manor. When they arrived, Edgar helped her out of the limo and escorted her up the front steps. [DESCRIBE MANOR ENTRANCE] They went into what appeared to be a study, and he poured her a tumbler of whiskey. They sat together on the antique sofa, and Anya asked, "What type of entertainment businesses do you own to afford a place like this?" Edgar laughed.

"This Manor has been in my family for generations. We have many relatives in our clan who stay here, and there's no mortgage on the house after all these years, so we all just pitch in for the utilities and whatever else we need. My great-grandfather left quite an estate when he passed." He grinned at her and his eyes sparkled, "but as long you're asking, I'm actually the owner of Blood Moon."

"Wow!" exclaimed Anya. "I had no idea! That's wonderful. That club is just what this town needed. And this house is simply amazing! When can I have a tour?"

"We could take care of that in a few minutes," Edgar's eyes sparkled with amusement, "but first, I'd like to pick up where we left off." He leaned in and kissed her aggressively, his tongue probing hers as their lips locked together.  He nibbled at her neck and her earlobes while his hands slid up her skirt caressing her bare thighs. Anya sucked in a sharp breath. Edgar knew then that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her. His other hand found her breast and stroked it, rolling her nipple through her dress between his finger and thumb. She moaned in anticipation. He slid his hand between her thighs and felt her open them slightly wider at his touch. His hand glided higher up her skirt, resting on her panties. He stroked her wet spot through the lace for but a moment before he slid his finger through the side and plunged it deep into her saturated pussy.

Anya arched her back wildly gasping with pleasure. Edgar took that opportunity to snatch her erect nipple between his teeth and roll it some more flicking it with his tongue through the fabric. Anya couldn't bear it any longer and opened her legs wider inviting him to do as he pleased. He whisked her panties off, spread her lips with his fingers and buried his face between her open legs, tasting her hot juices. He repositioned himself in front of her on his knees, slid two fingers inside her with his free hand, and sucked her clit into his warm, wet mouth, probing it with his tongue, making her writhe with passion and lust. Anya screamed in ecstasy, arching her back even farther. She raked her fingers through his hair as she swiveled her hips to grind her snatch harder into his face and fingers, and he bit her clit as he inserted a third finger inside her, searching wildly for her g-spot.

"Oh, my god, Edgar!" Anya screamed, panting. "Oh, my god, I want you so bad!"

She felt his mouth leave her lips but his hot breath was still there as he whispered gruffly, "I want you, too, but not here." He yanked her dress over her head, leaving her fully naked before his eyes, and tossed it into a heap on the floor across the room. "Let's start that tour with my bedroom suite," he said as lifted her naked body into his arms.

"Oh, yes," she breathed heavily, searching for his mouth with hers. "Let's absolutely start there!" He bolted out of the study holding her in his arms and all but ran for the winding stairway. There was a couple necking on the stairs, but Anya hardly noticed them as Edgar carried her, naked, up the stairway. She was so horny she didn't care who saw her - Edgar could take her right there on the stairs in front of anyone and she would have let him, she wanted him THAT badly. He laid her gently on the bed, and started to undress. "Allow me," she said coyly, as she reached for his pants. She undid his belt, slid the zipper down and deftly unhooked his snap in one fluid motion. “Do you have a condom handy?” Anya whispered seductively. She took his erection in her hand, rolled on the condom he handed her, and wrapped her mouth around it, sucking him down all the way to the base. She cradled his balls in her hands and heard him moan with lust and pleasure.

"Oh, my god, you're so talented with that mouth!" He gazed down at the beauty while she sucked his cock and stroked his balls. Anya released his cock and tucked her tongue under his balls at the base, licking them sensuously all over while she pumped his erection with one hand. His breathing became heavier, and she stroked harder and harder before she wrapped her lips back around it and began sucking furiously again. "Oh, dear god, you're going to make me cum and I haven't had you yet!" He tried to pull his cock out of her mouth, but she sucked even harder, shaking her head slightly.

"I want you to fill this condom before you fuck me," she crooned, releasing his cock long enough to speak. That sent Edgar over the edge quickly, and he pumped his hot load into the condom, roaring as he thrust deeper into her throat.

"Oh fuck, yes!" he growled in sheer ecstasy as he came hard. He pumped his cock a few more times into her throat, making sure Anya got every last drop of his seed. She released him and came up for air. "Now, it's your turn," he panted, pressing her gently onto the bed.

He took her breasts in his mouth together, biting both her nipples, and sucking them while he thrust three fingers firmly into her dripping wet snatch. Anya screamed again in ecstasy, begging him to fuck her. "Not yet," he said, and he buried his face between her legs, exploring her wet pussy with his tongue. Edgar slid one of his wet fingers into her ass, probing it gently with soft even strokes. Her body quivered and bucked in pleasure. He licked her clit, sliding a second finger in her ass. She yelped a bit, tender from the touch, but didn't ask him to stop. He continued the firm even strokes in her ass as he continued to finger her snatch with his free hand. It wasn't long before he found her g-spot and gulped down her squirting juices. Anya screamed with each gushing orgasm.

"Edgar!" she screeched. "Take me now! I need your cock in my snatch! Please!" He made her beg a few more times, then swiftly rolled a new condom on and drove his cock into her hungry pussy with hard, deep, confident strokes. Within moments, Anya wrestled him to his back and straddled his erection, humping furiously with sheer lust. He slapped her ass, leaving a stinging hand print behind. She bucked his cock harder, screaming, "Harder! Spank me harder!" Edgar happily obliged. 'This one is full of spirit for certain,' he thought. 'Time to make her mine.'

He flipped her over onto her stomach, and entered her hard and deep from behind. She continued screaming in rapture. "Yes! Fuck me hard! Make me cum harder, please!" He could feel her massive orgasm building inside her, and grasped her neck firmly, choking her lightly, as his strokes became faster and deeper. Anya gasped for air.

He leaned into her and growled hoarsely, "I'm going to make you all mine now!" He delivered the final stroke, loosened his grip on her neck just enough to plunge his fangs into it, and Anya gulped the air down as she felt both pleasure and pain that was unparalleled to anything she'd experienced before. Then, as that pleasure and pain comingled inside her somewhere, she could feel herself slipping away from consciousness - yet strangely, she was unafraid. Everything faded to black...

[INSERT MURDER SCENE]

Chapter 3

"Don't you think you should get Anya up now?" Mrs. Pettrucelli asked her husband the next morning. Sheila Pettrucelli’s chestnut brown hair hung in a long French braid down her back. Her build was similar to that of her daughter, with round, petite features and grey eyes. She only stood two inches taller than her daughter.

"I'm sure she needs the rest," he answered. Martin Pettrucelli stood five feet, nine inches tall, harbored a few extra pounds on his frame, and had gray hair, chiseled features and green eyes, like his daughter’s. "I never heard her come in last night, so it must have been late."

"But it's almost ten o'clock. She never sleeps in this late."

"Well, she said she didn't have any classes today, so let her get the extra rest. She works tonight, doesn't she?"

"I suppose you're right. It wouldn't hurt anything to let her sleep," Mrs. Pettrucelli reluctantly agreed. "Oh, my gosh! Martin, turn up the TV!"

"Why, Sheila? What's wrong?"

"The club the girls went to last night is on the news! Turn it up, quick!" Martin turned the volume up on the television, and the news anchor related the story.

"The police discovered a body this morning in an alley behind the new club, Blood Moon. Authorities decline to comment so far as to the cause of death and whether or not they suspect foul play. We will keep you informed as we know more about the situation. The victim's identity has not been released to the media at this time. Stay with us as we follow the movements of the Oklahoma City Police Department regarding this breaking story."

"Oh, my god, Martin! Do you think Anya saw anything that could help the police? Go wake her up now!" Martin flew upstairs and burst into his daughter's bedroom without knocking.

"She's not here!" he hollered, clearly panicking. "She never came home! Try her cell!" Sheila grabbed the cordless phone and hit the speed dial for her daughter's cell phone.

"It's going straight to voice mail. She turned it off... She NEVER turns her cell off!" Sheila hung up the phone and grabbed the remote control for the TV. She rewound to the beginning of the news segment. "I want the name of the detective that's handling this case. We need to call and let him know that our daughter's missing," tears welled up in her voice.

"Hold on, Sheila. Try calling Nicolette first," Martin suggested. "Maybe Anya stayed at her house last night and her cell is out of charge. No need getting the police all riled up if she's just at a friend's." He held his wife reassuringly in his arms. "Let's not assume the worst just yet."

"Ok," Sheila agreed. She looked up Nicolette's phone number on the refrigerator and dialed the number. "Nicolette's cell phone is also going straight to voice mail." Sheila's face drained of color. "Well, let me try her parents before I call the police. Maybe her mother knows what's going on." She dialed Nicolette's home number. "Tina? Did the girls spend the night at your house last night? We just went to wake up Anya, but she never came home, and both girls' cell phones are going straight to voice mail. We're a little concerned."

"Let me check Nicolette's room. I never heard them come home, so it must have been pretty late." Tina Spruce paused as she went to her daughter's room. "Nicolette is here, but not Anya. Nic says Anya left with a man last night who said he would take her home. What do you want me to do?"

"Stay there in case she shows up at your house. I'm calling the police. It was just on the news that the police found a body in an alley behind the club they went to. I'm really worried that something awful has happened." Sheila choked back tears. "I hope that body isn’t my Anya!” She burst into hysterical sobs as she hung up the phone. "My baby is missing! How could I have let this happen?"

"Sheila, calm down," Martin tried consoling his wife. "Anya could have spent the night at someone else's house and just didn't call because it was so late. We'll call the police and see what they recommend we do." He held his sobbing wife. "We'll find her. Somehow, we'll find her." Sheila grabbed the phone, and called the number the news show had posted.

"I need to speak to Detective Gainer immediately please. My daughter went to that club, Blood Moon, and she didn’t come home last night. Her best friend said she left with a strange man who said he would drive her home. Her cell phone is going straight to voice mail. We need help right away!" The receptionist placed Sheila on a brief hold.

"This is Detective Vance Gainer," a gruff voice stated. "How may I help you, ma'am?"

"My name is Sheila Pettrucelli. My daughter went to the club Blood Moon last night, but she never came home. Her best friend said Anya left with a strange man who said he’d drive her home," Sheila wailed into the phone. "We saw on the news that a girl's body was found in an alley behind the club this morning, and are worried it might be her. What should we do?"

"I'll send a car for you now, Mrs. Pettrucelli, and have you come to the station so we can discuss this. We'll gather all the information you have and issue a bulletin right away. Do you have a recent picture of your daughter?"

"Yes, sir, we do. We'll look for the car and be ready. Thank you for taking this so seriously so quickly. I know the normal procedure is to wait twenty-four to forty-eight hours before filing a missing person's report. But this is completely unlike Anya. She’s a very responsible young lady."

"It's no problem, ma'am. Given the recent news, you did the right thing to call us. We'll sort this all out and find your daughter." The car arrived shortly, and escorted the Pettrucellis to the precinct. A uniformed officer showed them into an office, where Detective Gainer stood up and offered his hand to them.

"Detective Vance Gainer, folks. I'm sorry we're meeting under the current circumstances." Vance was ruggedly handsome, with auburn hair, steel blue eyes and a ruddy complexion. His five foot, eight inch frame was stocky but muscular. He received their introductions and motioned for them to sit down in the chairs provided. "May I have the picture of your daughter?"

"This is Anya," Sheila said, extending the photograph. "She's twenty-two. She left last night wearing a short green dress and black heels. She had on her favorite jewelry - sterling silver with malachite stones. A necklace with a pendant, a bracelet and dangling earrings," she stifled a sob. “They matched her eyes.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Pettrucelli. That is a great deal of information that you’ve given me. Most parents these days wouldn't even notice what their kids wore when they out, so you're a step ahead of the game," Vance reassured her. "Too many families lose track of each other in their daily lives, and the amount of information you've provided shows me that your family is close. That's a huge help, thank you." He scrawled some notes on a legal pad on his desk. "What time did the girls head out last night? And you're sure they didn't change their minds about the club and go somewhere else?

"They were too excited about checking out this new club to change their minds," Martin answered. "I'm sure they didn't change their minds."

"Anya came down from her room and said good night to us before she left about eight thirty," Sheila said.

"Okay, that's helpful," Vance answered. He picked up the phone. "Would you come here please? I need to have bulletins made up immediately. Thank you." He put the receiver back down, and focused his attention back on the parents. "I'm going to use this picture to issue bulletins for Anya. We'll have the news run the story every hour until we start getting some leads to follow, and then on the regular news shows. I can tell you that the body we found doesn’t match the description of your daughter, so there's a very good chance she is still alive. I know this is going to be hard," he paused to hand off the picture to his assistant, "but you have to stay home and by the phone in case there's any contact from her or potential for ransom calls if she’s been kidnapped."

"Oh, my god," Sheila and Martin breathed in unison. "Do you really think she’s been kidnapped?" Martin asked.

"It's a possibility. When young ladies go missing, it's a very real possibility." He sighed heavily before continuing, "I'm sure Anya would have called one of you by now if she just went off somewhere and there was no foul play involved."

"I suppose that's true," Martin agreed. "Anya knows better than this. I hate to admit, but foul play sounds like the most reasonable explanation." Tears welled up in his eyes. "We should never have let her go."

"This is not your fault," Vance stated firmly. "Things happen that are beyond our control every day. You cannot blame yourselves. Now, I'll have an officer take you back to your home. Here’s my card, with my cell number on it," he handed it to them. "Call me if you can think of anything else. I will keep you posted as we get any leads from the bulletins. I'm very sorry you're going through this, but we’ll do everything in our power to find your daughter and bring her home safely."

"Thank you, Detective," Martin said. "We appreciate your help."

"You're most welcome, and please call me Vance."

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Chapter 4

Back at Hoover Manor, Anya's eyes fluttered and she opened them. She remembered going home with Edgar, and their amazing lovemaking, but not much else after that. She rubbed her eyes, looking around the room. Edgar was sitting next to her holding a glass with thick red liquid in it.

"Isn't it a little early to start the day with a Bloody Mary?" she giggled.

"Trust me, love, you need this," he handed her the glass. Anya took a large gulp, and gagged.

"Edgar! That's blood!"

"Yes, dear, I know." He leaned down and kissed her lightly. "I'm a vampire, Anya, and I turned you last night." Anya gasped and turned white.

"You have to be kidding," she whispered. Clearing her throat, she said, "Vampires don't exist!" Edgar leaned in close to her face, and bared his fangs.

"We are very real, my love. Please drink up, you need your strength now, more than ever."

Anya chucked the glass of blood against the wall in fury. “You unbelievable bastard!” she screamed. “How could you do this to me? What the fuck were you thinking?” Her face flushed crimson. “You’re telling me that now I’m a vampire, too, and I’m going to have flunk out of college because I can’t go out in the daytime? And that I’m going to have to kill people to feed on their blood, or turn others into vampires to get nourishment? Is that it? So, I was just your next victim, and a one night stand? Fucking nice. Thank you so much for ruining my life.” She flopped onto the bed sobbing uncontrollably. “What the hell did I do coming home with you? How could I be so stupid?”

“Anya!” Edgar pleaded. “You need to calm down and listen to me.”

“I have nothing more to say to you, you asshole! Now get out of here!”

“It’s not at all like you’re thinking,” he replied softly. He sat next to her on the bed, stroking her silken hair. “You most certainly were not a one night stand.” He drew her to him. She clawed at him viciously.

“Leave me alone!” He blocked her swings and wrestled her into his arms where she collapsed and continued crying.

“You were not a one night stand. And you aren’t banned from daylight. That’s a Hollywood myth. Most vampires can easily live a normal life in the daytime. Only a handful of them develop photosensitivity.”

“Photo-what?” Anya sniffled.

“Photosensitivity. An allergy to sunlight. Hollywood turned that misconception into such a drama, but it’s not true.” He held her tightly. “So, you won’t have to quit college. Nor will you have to kill humans to feed. We have someone in our clan who works at a blood bank, and he has an arrangement where we can get all the blood we need to survive without being uncivilized.”

“Oh,” she answered, visibly calming down. “But still, I can’t believe you did this. I’m hungry. And I feel weak and dizzy.”

“You need to feed, baby,” Edgar said. With one of his fangs, he cut open his wrist and offered her his own blood. “Drink. You need it.”

Anya did as she was instructed. It wasn’t warm like human blood, but chilled. It tasted salty and sweet, with a touch of tang to it. It surprised her to find that she liked it. When she’d taken enough of his blood, Edgar pulled his wrist away, licked the wound, and it closed leaving no scar.

Someone knocked lightly on the door. "Come," Edgar called. Anya saw Shane, the man Nicolette danced with at the club the night before.

"You need to turn on channel seven, Ed," Shane said. "Could be trouble." Edgar reached for the remote and switched on the TV, changing it to channel seven. There on the screen was a picture of Anya.

"If you have any information about this woman, please call Detective Vance Gainer at the number below. Again, Anya Pettrucelli is missing after having gone to Blood Moon last night. She never returned home, and her cell phone appears to have been switched off. A body whose identity has not yet been released to the media was found in an alley behind the club early this morning. There is no indication yet if these incidents are related," the reporter stated.

"Oh, my god!" cried Anya. "Edgar, what time is it? Shane where is Nicolette?"

"Sweetheart, it's almost noon. Shane drove Nicolette home last night. She's fine."

"Dear God, I can't believe Mom called the police on me!" Anya wailed, searching for her clothes as she held the sheet tightly about her curvy body. "I have to call her and tell her I’m fine. What do you know about that body?" She glared at Edgar, trying to hide her mounting fear.

"It wasn't anyone here who did that. It must be a rival clan," he answered her reassuringly. "I told you, we’re civilized. We revere human life. We would never take the life of a human except in self defensive, or to defend one of our own," he stroked her hair tenderly. "I promise you that."

"Did you turn Nicolette, too?" she asked Shane.

"No, I didn’t,” Shane replied quietly. “At least not yet. You need to call your folks and have the police stand down. We don’t need any bad press or investigations going on here. Vampires wouldn’t sit well with the cops."

"Ugh. My mother freaks out about the smallest things. It wouldn't go over very well if I told my parents I went home with a strange man..." her voice trailed off. She sank onto the bed, letting the sheet fall to her waist in her despair. "Good grief, I've never done this before. You must think I’m a horrible slut." She hung her head in her hands, ashamed. Shane exited to give them some privacy. Edgar sat next to Anya on the bed and gently pulled her to him. He pressed her head onto his shoulder, his touch gentle and arousing in unison. Anya shuddered in spite of her anger and shame.

"Not at all, Anya. Not at all," he responded.

"What the hell have I done?" she tried to pull out of Edgar's embrace, but he held her tighter.

"We'll work this out together, love," he whispered to her. "I promise. Here's your cell phone. I'll get you some clothes." Edgar disappeared into a walk in closet, and emerged a moment later holding a pair of denim capris and a tee shirt. "These should fit you, I think." Anya climbed out of bed and stepped into the pants and pulled the tee shirt over her head. Edgar brushed her face gently with the tips of his fingers. His touch still sent shock waves through her and she erupted in goose-bumps again. Anya switched her phone back on and pushed the speed dial for her folks.

"Please, tell them you just woke up, and are going to have some lunch before you go home. We have some things we need to sort out before you leave," Edgar said. Anya looked into Edgar's eyes. She could see his concern and a note of urgency in them. After a moment she shrugged.

"Okay, Edgar. I guess that couldn't hurt."

"Thank you." Anya called her mother and told her that she would personally call the detective in charge of the investigation. She said she would tell him what happened, and apologize for wasting his time. She assured her folks she'd be home in a couple of hours, and hung up.

"Well, that went about as well as expected," Anya heaved a sigh. "They called Nic’s mother, and Nic told them I’d left with you. They'll never let me out of the house again."

"Then maybe it's time you moved out and in here with me," Edgar said softly, kissing her desirously, caressing her breasts under her tee shirt. "I can't be kept away from you, it would kill me." She melted into his embrace. She could feel her juices starting to flow again, and her body ached to have him inside her again. Then she recoiled, regaining her senses.

"You just met me last night," Anya retorted, “and you want me to move in with you? What happened to taking things slow?"

            “I just thought after what we shared last night, and the intimate bond we now share between us would make you comfortable enough to want to live here with me.”

            “You had no intention of taking things slow, did you?” she spat at him. He looked like he’d just been slapped.

            “I did!” he cried. “It’s just… You’re such an amazing woman, Anya and I lost control.”

            “Ya think?” she hissed back at him. “I told you it’s been a long time since I’ve been with a man, and asked you to take things slowly with me. You promised you would,” she grabbed a pillow and smacked him with it, “but you seduced me and turned me into a vampire anyway!” She hit him again. “You said I was safe with you. How does turning me into a vampire equal being safe?” Her eyes spit fire as she raised the pillow again. Edgar snatched the pillow from her, flung it across the room and grabbed her arm gruffly.

            “I’ve never felt the kind of passion I experienced with you,” he growled the words at her. “I lost complete control in the midst of our lovemaking and had to have you. I’m sorry, but that’s the best I can offer for an explanation.” She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her firmly.

            “Edgar!” she cried, terror in her eyes. “You’re hurting me!”

            “Are you done attacking me?” he asked quietly. “Because even though it’s a pillow that didn’t feel too great either!”

            Anya released her body’s tension and hung her head. “Yes,” she whispered. “I’m done.” He let go of her arm, and moved to hold her. She relented and held him back, gripping him for dear life. “Edgar, I’m terrified. I don’t know anything about this life. I’ve never lived away from home before. I’m not ready to move in with a man I’ve just met, no matter how strong the bond between us,” she paused. “And no matter how incredible the sex is. Maybe I should talk to Nic today about getting our own apartment and that way, you and I could still see each other, my parents won’t be trying to control my life, and we can start taking it slow again.” She met his gaze with wide eyes. “Would you be okay with that?”

            “I don’t know,” he whispered. “I really don’t. It’s going to kill me not having you in bed beside me every night. But I’m willing to try.”

            “Okay then. I need to call that cop now before I forget.”

"Call him, and then we'll make love again before we eat lunch," Edgar breathed into her ear. "I have to have you again, now!"

"Mmmmmm," breathed Anya, her nipples tightening as her wetness started soaking through the denim. She pushed him away. "But what if I'm still angry with you for having turned me into a vampire without at least giving me a choice?" she asked him, eyes flashing.

"Would you have said yes?" he asked back. She leaned back against the wall.

"I don't know, Edgar," Anya replied. "If we'd made love like we did, and then you gave me the choice, I suspect I would have happily offered you my neck on my own. But now we’ll never know because you took away that choice. You manipulated my free will." Edgar turned her gently to face him.

"Then I'm sorry I didn't give you the option," he said. "But since you think you would have agreed anyway, there's really no harm done, is there?"

"I guess not," Anya agreed reluctantly. "It still would have been nice to have been given the choice." She looked up into his eyes. "And if you'd let me choose, and I said no, would you have turned me anyway?" Edgar's eyes clouded over.

"I suspect I would have," he admitted. "I'm not proud of this, but I HAD to have you. I needed you to be mine, completely. I can't explain it," he pleaded with her. "I've never felt like this for a human woman before. And the rules of this house are that no vampire couples with a human - not EVER. That's why I had to turn you. The clan would have executed me no questions asked if I hadn't." He paused somberly. "And they would have executed you, too." Anya pulled away from him.

"You just finished telling me that your clan would never take the life of a human except in self-defense!" she cried. "Was that a lie to make me feel better about the dead girl they found at your club?"

"No," Edgar stepped toward Anya, but she recoiled. "If I hadn't turned you, the others would have executed you to protect the clan. That was the other part I told you."

"This is getting way more complicated that I thought it would a few minutes ago," Anya retorted annoyed. "We'll talk about this after I call the police and call off the search." Her glare softened. "No round two today. I’m still too angry with you." Edgar moved closer to her again, and this time she didn't retreat.

He placed his lips on her neck and breathed softly, "I bet I could change your mind." He slid his hand up her thighs to her wet spot and pressed firmly on her clit through the denim. Anya sucked in her breath, adjusted her legs slightly so Edgar had easier access to her pussy, and lifted her chest so her cleavage was in line with his vision. He bent forward and began kissing her breasts and caressing them with his tongue. "Call the detective, while I get you worked up some more," he breathed in her ear. "I want to see you squirm while you try to keep a straight face." Anya unzipped her pants and kicked them to the side of the bed, in acceptance of the idea, and pulled her nipples out of the tee shirt. Edgar quickly scooped them into his mouth and sucked on them furiously as he slid two fingers inside of her wet snatch, pumping them in and out slowly at first, then deeper and harder making her whole body quiver. Anya dialed her cell phone, saying, “I bet I can do this better than you think I can!”

“We’ll just see about that, sweetheart,” he retorted, adding another finger inside her crotch.
Chapter 5

"Vance Gainer, how can I help you?" said the voice on the other line. Anya sucked in her breath again sharply as Edgar thrust a fourth finger deep inside her snatch. She steadied her voice quickly and answered the Detective.

"Good afternoon, Detective Gainer," she managed. "This is Anya Pettrucelli. I understand my folks called you because they thought I went missing." Anya's voice was shaking and breathy while she attempted to keep her orgasms under control as she spoke. "I've already spoken to my folks," she gasped in spite of herself with an extra thrust in her snatch of Edgar's four fingers, "and they gave me your cell number. I apologize for any inconvenience I might have caused. Oh!" she cried, unable to mask her pleasure when Edgar pressed his thumb inside her with the rest of his fingers.

"Anya, are you all right?" Vance asked. Worry rang through his voice.

"I'm j-j-ust f-f-ine," Anya stammered, insanely powerful orgasms flooded her body as she realized that Edgar inserted his entire fist inside her hot wet snatch, all the way to his wrist. His hot breath on her neck drove her even deeper into the throws of ecstasy. "Suck my titties, baby," she whimpered, forgetting she was on the phone. "Please suck my nipples and make me your slut!" Edgar swiftly moved his mouth to her nipples and taunted them as she remembered what she was doing. "Oh! I'm so sorry," she said, her embarrassment apparent in her voice. "I spent the night with friends, and simply forgot to call my folks. I’m terribly sorry!"

"It's okay, Anya," Vance replied. "Just take care and try not to worry your folks again," he chuckled. "I suspect they wouldn't have been so worried if the other bit of news hadn't erupted."

"No," Anya agreed. "I suppose you're right. Oh, god!" Anya arched her back again as Edgar withdrew his fist. "I really have to go, I'm so sorry," her voice was almost a whisper. She moaned lustfully as Edgar's covered erection penetrated her in a deep, hard thrust.

"I have your cell number," Vance continued, "so could I call you later or tomorrow to see if there's anything you can recall about last night that might help the investigation?”

"Mmmmm... Oh, yes! Harder!" Anya screamed dropping the phone. She recollected it and answered Vance, "Oh, yes, Vance, that would be fine. I HAVE to go." Vance heard Anya screaming "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" before she clicked the phone off. He realized he was staring into Anya's eyes in the photo her folks left for the bulletin, and that he now had a raging hard on.

"Damn," he whispered aloud. "Whoever her lover is, is one lucky bastard!" He flipped the photo over and called his assistant. "You can take the bulletins down about the missing Pettrucelli girl," he said. "She’s turned up and just called me personally. Thanks." Vance flipped the photo over one last time to gaze at Anya's lovely face. "Too bad she's already got a lover," he murmured wistfully, knowing his thoughts were completely unprofessional. "We could've had a lot of fun..." He went back to his paperwork while he waited for his hard on to disappear, not looking forward to the case of blue balls he was certain would follow.

Anya clicked the phone off and let it fall from her hand. Edgar tore the tee shirt off her and let it fall to the floor. He turned her to face the bed, and bent her over at the waist. He fondled her breasts and thrust his cock deep inside her from behind. He kept the strokes slow and deep, letting Anya's orgasms build inside her again. After several pumps of her snatch, he pulled out, knelt down between her legs and buried his tongue deep in her well of juices, slurping.

"You taste so sweet," he breathed. "I’ve never tasted a sweeter pussy!" He plunged his tongue deep inside her and explored her. Anya began grinding her hips in unison with his tongue thrusts, moaning euphorically.

"Oh my god," she cried out, orgasming again, "I've never had a man this good with his tongue!" She collapsed forward on the bed. Edgar flipped her over and plunged his cock back inside her. "Edgar, you feel so good inside me!" She lifted her buttocks just slightly off the bed to allow him deeper access. "I can't believe how hard I cum with you!"

"I want to cum in your ass," Edgar growled, putting more and more force behind his thrusts. "I can't wait to feel your tight ass swallow my cock, baby," Edgar started to pull out and switch holes, but Anya grabbed his ass and gouged his buttocks with her fingernails. Edgar hissed in pleasure.

"Not this time," she whispered hoarsely. "I NEED you to come right where you are!" Edgar's face grimaced as he began to orgasm deep inside her hot wet pussy. "Oh, YES!" Anya screamed. "Deeper! Deeper! I want you so deep inside me that I'm still dripping your cum at dinner!" Edgar went deeper and deeper as he came harder and harder. He spewed so much cum inside the condom that Anya's pussy spilled over with it. Once he withdrew, she reached her hand between her legs, scooped up some of his cum, and licked it all off her fingers. "Mmmmm... You taste amazing!" she whispered breathlessly, licking her lips. There was a knock at the door.

"Come," Edgar called. He replaced the condom and slid back inside Anya. Anya was shocked to find herself oddly comfortable with his allowing someone to enter while they fucked. Shane entered, letting Edgar know that the kitchen staff was ready to serve lunch. "Tell them we'll be late, but to serve everyone else." He glanced into Anya's eyes as he continued stroking her pussy with his cock. He leaned back and pulled her to a sitting position, showing off her beautiful naked body to his friend. "I'm not quite ready to let her off my cock yet."

"Very well, Ed, I'll let them know," Shane replied, enjoying the view. "We'll see you soon." Shane withdrew, and Edgar explored every inch of Anya's body with his hands, his tongue and his cock.

"We should get ready for lunch," he finally said, reluctant to let her go. "I can't get enough of your body, Anya. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever had."

"You're unbelievably sexy, too, Edgar," she replied, kissing him fervently, still grinding her hips on his cock. "I'd rather fuck some more than eat." She pushed him backwards and started riding his cock again. "Suck my nipples again, please!" she begged him. "It drives me insane when you suck them together! No one's ever done that before, and it feels so good!" Edgar pushed her tits together and sucked her nipples into his mouth. Anya immediately gushed from her pussy. "Oh, Christ, that feels so good!" She bucked harder and faster on his cock. "Keep going! I'm gonna cum so hard!" Anya screamed, almost there.

"Ride my cock, you luscious whore," Edgar uttered in reply. "Cum hard, wash my cock with your pussy juice! Get me good and wet." He sucked harder on her nipples, biting them, and flicking his tongue over them. "Mmmmmm, YEAH!" he hollered. "That's it! That's gonna make me cum hard," he growled in anticipation. Another knock on the door irritated him. "WHAT?" he hollered, pissed. Another man walked in the room, pausing to watch the live erotic action before him. "I didn't say come in," Edgar hissed. "What do you want, Paul?"

"The cops are calling to talk to you," Paul Fulton replied. Anya couldn’t help noticing his washboard abs, cappuccino-colored eyes and a runner’s build. His hair was a sandy blonde and his features were striking. “You better get down there soon.”

"I’ll head there shortly. Can't you see I'm busy?" Edgar sat Anya back up on his cock, and she arched her back, giving Paul a perfect view of her entire naked body. Anya quickly realized she liked the exhibitionism, which surprised her. She pulled her own nipple into her mouth and sucked it, locking her eyes with the stranger in their room. Paul smiled at her, and turned to leave. "Fuck me, Anya," Edgar ordered. "Make me cum, my little slut!" Anya happily obliged. She bucked her hips in circles, working her way up and down his cock, the full length of his shaft. He finally flipped her onto her back and pumped her full of his cum again, collapsing on top of her, spent. They lay together, catching their breath, and finally agreed they had to get out of bed. [INSERT E] They cleaned up in the suite’s bathroom, and Edgar had his driver drop off Anya at home on his way to the club to meet the police.

            [INSERT D] – start with Edgar dealing with the police at the club and the precinct; then fight between Anya and parents. Anya leaves and goes to see Nic. Gets call from detective to come in and answer some questions about last night.

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