Six Sentence Sunday

Welcome sixers!  Today's snippet comes from my recent blogpost series, Vampires and That Time of the Month.  The premise is that I've never read about a vampire that prefers his/her blood source to be somewhat south of the border during their food source's monthlies.  

I know, the concept is kind of gross and a bit twisted.  When my husband read it, he looked as if he had serious doubts about my sanity (like I've ever been completely normal, honey!).  Regardless of my spouse's misgivings, this seems like a great idea.  The vamp gets his/her nutrition and the human donor gets what is usually the requisite sexual side effects without any biting. Not to mention the added benefit to the human of less cleanup on aisle one once a month as well as what they might save on feminine hygiene products. 

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In all his four hundred years as a vampire, Constantine was tortured by his insatiable need for human blood.  Sometimes, the hunger was so fierce, he tended to inadvertently kill his food sources.  And when he did, he wallowed in guilt. Then, one night he had an epiphany of sorts.  He was about combine his two favorite pass times - feeding and fucking - with a particularly luscious woman when he was momentarily distracted by the trickle of blood between her legs.  

Yum, he thought.  Now I can eat and eat at the same time.  

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If you enjoyed this, there are five installments of Vampires and that Time of the Month on this blog.  Check them out!  And check out all the other sixes at Six Sentence Sunday.

Vampires and That Time of the Month, Part 3

Here's the next installment of my WIP.  If you missed the first two, go down.  It's Constantine's favorite was to scroll....

As time went by, his friends told their trustworthy friends.  In a matter of months, Constantine had a new, ever expanding waiting list for vampires that shared his culinary proclivities.  This was no problem for Madge; she developed her own software to keep everything flowing smoothly.  When the demand inevitably exceeded the supply, she implemented a clever - and successful - marketing strategy to recruit more women to the fold.  Constantine was skeptical when she pitched him the idea of advertising on Facebook, but apparently social media was perfect for introducing the concept.  

Soon, it wasn't only local women who participated.  Menstruating females from around the country started coming.  In response to the new influx of ladies without local accommodations, Constantine opened the extra twenty bedrooms of his sprawling mansion not being used as feeding stations for the out-of-towners.  The whole enterprise had become wildly successful as the vampires thought nothing of paying exorbitant fees to join the exclusive "club."  

What began as a simple solution to an age-old dilemma had blossomed into something bigger.  This was Constantine's legacy, his calling.  Never in his long, undead life had he imagined such a future, and while it pained him to admit it, he had become something stranger than a vampire.

Constantine was a Madame.

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