Julien had scoffed at the ludicrous invitation that had arrived earlier in the week, that little Irritating 'King' of Nevada Philip de Castro and his lackey Victor. Children that had ambitions way beyond their capabilities! Through his PI and various contacts he knew that Bill Compton, Eric and their entourage were all going for the Grand Opening of some Casino. REALLY?? That's one of the most pathetic entrapment for rich humans that could possibly be; glamouring them into giving him whatever he wanted. Please have a little imagination for Christ's sake!
He was worried about Sookie going, but again knew the Northman would see to her safety, the only thing he worried about was her feelings beginning to deepen for him once more. Yet again, he had to remind himself to have patients, that in time perhaps her feelings would change, once she got to know him better, the good that still lay within his dead heart, that beat only with the thoughts of her. Sunshine, honeysuckle and a pure heart. That was the reason he waited, he had no wish to snuff out the spirit and beauty that made her who she was, the most magnificent woman to walk this earth.
His mind began to drift off, thoughts of her within his arms, arching into him as he devoured her, loved her, worshiped her with every loving stroke and move he knew. Growing hard with thoughts of her, he decided he'd better head out for the evening, before he did something stupid, like head to Vegas. She'd be fine, well protected, he had nothing to worry about, other than needed some feminine flesh and several pints of blood. NOLA sounded like the next best thing, he always had good luck with the woman down there. Taking flight from his balcony, he was off for an evening of debauchery at it's best.
He was worried about Sookie going, but again knew the Northman would see to her safety, the only thing he worried about was her feelings beginning to deepen for him once more. Yet again, he had to remind himself to have patients, that in time perhaps her feelings would change, once she got to know him better, the good that still lay within his dead heart, that beat only with the thoughts of her. Sunshine, honeysuckle and a pure heart. That was the reason he waited, he had no wish to snuff out the spirit and beauty that made her who she was, the most magnificent woman to walk this earth.
His mind began to drift off, thoughts of her within his arms, arching into him as he devoured her, loved her, worshiped her with every loving stroke and move he knew. Growing hard with thoughts of her, he decided he'd better head out for the evening, before he did something stupid, like head to Vegas. She'd be fine, well protected, he had nothing to worry about, other than needed some feminine flesh and several pints of blood. NOLA sounded like the next best thing, he always had good luck with the woman down there. Taking flight from his balcony, he was off for an evening of debauchery at it's best.
