I still have this vague memory of arriving at the club. Three of the women whose names I had spent most of the day forgetting escorted me from the back of the boat-sized Uber Black, directly into the club. It was fast and efficient and for a while I was wrapped up in my own version of reality. The women were gorgeous and loved to walk around naked, so I had spent most of the day occasionally either sucking their blood or fucking whoever happened to be close by until I was exhausted. The sad thing was that I couldn't even remember the actual sex, or even enjoying it after a point. I was just too fucking stoned to care. I still have no idea how we made our way upstairs, or how we commandeered the corner table with the comfy chairs almost at the back of the room. I do remember some of the other vampires throwing knowing looks our way. Some of the looks were definitely shady, but I really didn't give a goddamn. My personal universe was just me and the girls.

"Enjoying yourself?" Beatrice had appeared from nowhere or maybe it had been from everywhere. It was remarkably easy to sneak up on me. My entire world was made up of beautiful women who treated me like a Prince and how the hell could you beat that? An army could have snuck up on me and shoved a rocket launcher up my ass at that point.

"Hey! Beatrice! You vanished on us!"

"Are the girls treating you well?"

"The girls are absolutely amazing. So beautiful. So fucking accommodating." I smiled up at the dark haired girl, she of the long limbs and amazing blowjobs. I wanted to say her name was Connie, but I knew that wasn't even close. I kissed the inside of her wrist and noted the slight puckered scar that was all that remained from where I had sucked at different points during the day. Remind me to tell you sometime about the remarkable healing powers of vampire saliva; I'm still tripping balls that nobody has bottled and synthesized it for sale from the drug companies.

Beatrice smiled at the three women, but it was a smile that wasn't one hundred percent friendly.

"Thank you for your services ladies. Beat it," she said, and all at once the women disentangled themselves from me, fixed their sexy and sparkly little black dresses and walked away into the crowd. I looked desperately from them, back to Beatrice.

"But I love them! Especially the brunette one. Connie?"

Beatrice shook her head "no," obviously not impressed.

I tried again. "Sheila?" No. "Madeline?" No. Fuck it, I gave up and looked at her imploringly. "Make them come back. They're awesome."

"You don't even know their names." Beatrice settled into the opposite chair. She didn't look impressed. "You spent all day in my condo having a grand old party and you never even bothered to learn their names?"

"I can learn. I promise."

"How high are you right now?"

"On a scale of one to extremely?" I grinned, and tried to look somewhat sober, but failed magnificently. "Are you here to tell me to pull myself together? Not to make a scene?"

"On the contrary," Beatrice said and she was already distracted, staring off through the crowd at something or someone. "You're not my responsibility, so I really don't give a shit."

Oh damn. That was a bit of letdown. Just when I thought we had hit it off so well too. I tried to gather my wits, but when you're high as fuck, you're also slow and stupid and sloppy.

"You know, Harry said I need a mentor—"

The kiss caught me by surprise, coming out of nowhere like it did. Beatrice's lips locked on to mine, warm and sweet and there was a neediness in her kiss, a kind of desperation that I could almost smell. Her hand circled in my hair, pulling me close to her with force—

WHACK!

If the kiss hadn't caught me by surprise, the slap across the face sure as hell did, all feeling in my skin dulled for just a few seconds before the blood rushed back to wake up my nerve endings, which all wanted to scream at me all at once. I could only stare at Beatrice in shock as my face screamed at the insult; the surprise boner she had provoked, wilted in fear that it might be next.

"What the hell was that for?"

"I couldn't decide if to kiss you or hit you," she said.

Oddly enough, that seemed to make sense to me.

"Good luck finding a mentor," Beatrice said and got to her feet. She emptied her drink, still distracted, but managed a smile at me. "I'm not your magic elf dude. Go out there and use your charm. Make some friends. Don't trust anyone. Just don't call me, I'll call you."

"Oh."

"That last one was a lie," she said. "Bye Bob." And with that, Beatrice was gone, vanishing into the crowd, leaving me to my own devices.

Looking through the crowd, I caught Harry looking my way, just watching me from a distance. He saw me looking and nodded deeply and I knew right then that I was being watched and more than anything else, I was being judged. I looked away and there was another look from another vampire, and then another one from a passing pair of trust-fund kiddies. All at once there was this feeling that everyone was watching and waiting for the inevitable, just waiting for me to completely fuck it all up.

I looked away, feeling way too vulnerable, way too sober.

I somehow found my feet and stumbled away to the balcony overlooking the dance floor where clubgoers were still coming in, oblivious to the watching eyes above them and for a moment I was jealous of them, wanted to be one of them again... then I almost slapped myself silly. What the fuck was I even thinking? I'd never been one of them either. The only thing I'd had in common was the fact that we were all human and thought that we would all live forever or at least die trying.

That reminded me: I really needed to ask somebody about immortality. Was that even a 'thing'? And exactly how the hell did that even work?

I glanced over to the upstairs bar and where my former playmates had gathered. The black girl

(whatthehellwashername?Melanie?)

glanced my way and gave me a wry smile before turning her attention back to an extremely good looking man in a very expensive suit. The message was sent loud and clear and even though I couldn't remember her damned name, it was still a punch to the gut, that sting of rejection. Ow, fucking ow.

I looked away irritated, as I realized my high was fading away and that all three of my former party girls were now going to be unavailable to me for whatever reason Beatrice had decided. I had been cut off and left on my own, like it was some kind of test. A seriously fucked up test that I was now going to have navigate while sober.

Fuck that.

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