chapter 6 (epilogue) also nc-17

After he dropped Sam off at his building, Aurelian drove back home, parked the Jag, changed his clothes, and went out to find something to eat. He was hungry, for more than just blood, and he hadn't told Sam about his being a vampire, and he needed to think out the best way to do that. So he walked, because it helped him think, and if he should pass someone who looked like a good appetizer, he could stop and snack without having to pull the car over or find a place to park.

Many many years ago, he'd lived in Paris for a while and had drunk from high-class courtesans, some of whom even catered to the undead population of the city, residents and well-heeled tourists alike. There were places like than in Eden too, some very posh and beautiful and expensive, and some at the far end of the spectrum that were more like crack houses.

( cut for smut and blood )