My name is Kiki. I am named so because I am that, a key.
"The only way I serve man is chopped up in a stew with a tomato base. I do not serve you, I help you. You are my friend, my love, my companion, not my master."
I looked at him from toe to head. He wore black snakeskin cowboy boots, black jeans that hugged his muscular thighs, a gray pullover shirt the that did everything possible to show the rippling muscles of his abs and pecs beneath it short of ripping every time he breathed (or pretended to breath being that he wasn’t alive to begin with). My eyes lingered on chest his a little longer. I saw his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed, his chin with a deep cleft in it, those full thick lips and those pools hot fudge brown eyes with a natural arch to his thick brow, his hair cut short but you could see if he grew it longer it might be curly.
My sister was over in the corner squirming around
“Oh my god he’s got snakes on his feet, I am going to be sick”, she said
“Go over there in corner and don’t look down silly”, I answered.
My pack was different. We had alpha males and they had to fight to be leaders but our pack was really one of matriarchal rule. The males fought in order to be the lead man, but the last word to be had was given by the one who is the mother of the pack. Alpha males and mothers were bound together for a period of ten years. If the mother was still able to give birth, then males fought for a position in her bed.
But I had pissed off a lot of brothers in my pack by making space in my bed for a vampire.
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