As she had hoped the vampire was again dead. His mug was forgotten on his lap. Ansuya took the mug and placed it on the coffee table. She then stood behind the dead body and spoke softly into his ears. She spun yarns in his head of images both grotesque and sublime. Images and memories of sexual acts that were perverse and pleasurable. She painted him as the dominant, performing sexual tortures on her body. She told him of different positions that she had taken and he had taken her, filling his ego with memories of impossible stamina and power, giving unspeakable pleasures to both of them.
She left the dead body in the sitting room as she had done before. She walked into her bedroom, locked the door, and went to sleep.
She woke up in the afternoon. She performed her morning rituals in the bathroom and ate a light breakfast. Alexander was still dead on the couch. She took the time to exercise once again. Her ongoing diet of solid food and her continuing exercise were giving her results. She already felt much stronger than she had a few days ago. She was able to complete her initial dance warm ups with only a few loses of her balance. Her pushups were improving too. She took a nice long shower this time, having no fear of Alexander waking up any time soon.
She got dressed in one of her less conservative outfits that Alexander had bought for her. She looked at herself in the mirror. She still had an emaciated look, but her clothes seemed to fit her just a little better than they had at first. Maybe she was gaining weight, which was a good thing. She prepared another meal for herself in the kitchen. She watched the wall as she slowly ate, watching the minutes click by on the microwave touch screen.
She finished her meal and cleaned up the kitchen. She waited till an hour or two before sunset and then shook Alexander. “Baby, wake up. Wake up, we have work to do.”
The dead form of Alexander was a lead weight. She knew that vampires couldn’t go out in the daylight but she was aware that they could be awake and move while the sun was up. He was cold to her touch and didn’t budge even while she was shaking him. With no pulse and no breathing, he was truly dead. She didn’t have time to wait for the sun to set.
She prepared another serving of blood for her vampiric “host” and took it to him. She held the mug under his nose for a moment or two letting the smell invade his dead senses. Then she carefully tipped the mug and dripped some of the warm liquid over his lips. She only let a few drops fall. Alexander’s eyes suddenly flew open. Ansuya smiled warmly down at him and offered him the mug.
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The vampire took the mug and swallowed its contents quickly. She took the mug from him and grabbing the used mug from the night before from the coffee table she disappeared back into the kitchen. When she came back out, she glided into the room with all her elegance and femininity on full display. The effort was not wasted on Alexander who visibly relaxed back into the sofa.
Ansuya said, “Baby, you need to get me Kenneth’s address. Once we have it, we can start planning how to get into his compound and what we’ll do with him when we finally have him.”
“You said we were going to kill him,” replied Alexander.
“Yes, baby whatever you want. You can do it or I can, it doesn’t matter. I’ll follow you in whatever you want to do,” Ansuya’s voice was deep and sultry and very convincing.
Alexander nodded, “I think I want to kill him then you can mangle his body, so that it looks like just another murder from one of your kind.”
Ansuya smiled, “Yes baby, of course. I’ll do whatever you want.” This was exactly what she had suggested to him the night before. Her influence was growing over the vampire and he would continue to be led by her suggestions and her ideas. Soon she wouldn’t need all the ego stroking and role playing that she was doing. Alexander would come to her eventually.
Alexander nodded, “Okay, okay then if we’re going to do this then I should get started.” He stood up and looked around. “I am going to need to do this quietly. My whole House will know about what happened to me last night so it’s going to be very hard to get people to help me out. I need to get a hold of some people that I trust, after that, well, we’ll see.” The vampire walked into his office and closed the door.
Ansuya couldn’t imagine what he would have to go through to find a simple address. It would be incredibly naive of anyone to think that each House didn’t keep tabs on the higher-ranking members of the rival Houses within the city. But if Alexander really was as short sighted as she was learning that he was, maybe he really didn’t see a need to keep up with the goings on of his enemies. If that was the case it wasn’t too terribly hard to figure out why Wolfgang had demoted the vampire in the first place.
Ansuya spent the rest of the night by herself. Alexander kept himself shut inside his office. He hadn’t demanded anything from her and she wasn’t willing to offer anything. She ate again and did some light exercises. She was careful to be ready for him if he immerged from his office suddenly. She didn’t want to tip her hand that she was actively working out and getting back in shape. She ate another small meal in the early morning, as she had done the past few days. As the sun began to rise, she went to her bedroom, locked the door, and slept.
She woke in the late afternoon. She silently berated herself for over sleeping. She quickly went to the bathroom and performed her hygiene routine. Then she worked out again. Her dance forms were coming to her easier now and she felt stronger when she did her pushups and sit-ups. She ate again, this time making a little more food. She ate slowly and carefully as she had done but she ate a little more. She pushed herself to feeling comfortably full. Then she cleaned the kitchen and took a shower. By the time she got out of the shower the sun had set.