novelzi Chapter 380: End of days
Chapter 380: End of days
Somewhere off in a more lively area, a pale woman with a wicked model-like figure stood at the top of a building. The building itself was a brothel, Elena nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, my lord. Always."
Duncan's smile was like a knife's edge. "Good," he purred, his fingers trailing down her neck. For a moment, Elena thought he might bite her too, might finally grant her the dark gift she secretly craved. But then he pulled away, leaving her breathless and aching.
"Clean up this mess," Duncan ordered, gesturing vaguely at the closed doors hiding the drained women. "I have business to attend to."
With that, he strode away, leaving Elena alone in the hallway. She sagged against the wall, her heart pounding. The night's events replayed in her mind, a mix of horror and exhilaration. She knew what Duncan did to those women. And she couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through her at being part of it all.
Shaking herself, Elena set to work. She called in her most trusted aide, Drake who knew how to be discreet. They tended to the women, erasing any evidence of what had truly transpired. By morning, the girls would remember only a night of incredible pleasure.
The next day, Elena reclined in her luxurious chaise lounge, basking in the dim light of her grand manor's sitting room. The heavy curtains were drawn tight against the afternoon sun, creating a cocoon of shadow perfect for a vampire's daytime rest.
She sipped slowly from a crystal glass filled with a rich, crimson liquid - not blood, but a rare vintage of red wine she'd been saving for a special occasion.
Today marked the second anniversary of her brothel, and Elena allowed herself a moment of reflection. Two years of working under Duncan with the promise of more power and greater things, two years of better learning to navigate the complex world of vampire society while maintaining her human facade.
Inside, the brothel hummed with quiet activity. Soft music played, mingling with the low murmur of conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. The scent of expensive perfume and even more expensive liquor hung in the air.
Elena moved through the space like a queen surveying her domain. She greeted regular clients with a warm smile and a knowing look, made sure the new girls were settling in, and kept a watchful eye on every interaction.
The night progressed smoothly. The new client was suitably impressed, already hinting at a return visit. One of the new girls showed promise, while another would require some additional training. All in all, a successful evening.
As the last clients departed and the cleaning staff began their work, Elena retreated to her office. She spent an hour reviewing the night's receipts and making notes for future improvements before finally allowing herself to anticipate her upcoming meeting with Duncan.
She left the brothel in the capable hands of Drake and drove to Duncan's estate on the outskirts of the city. The grand gates opened silently at her approach, recognizing her car.
Duncan awaited her in his study, a room that always seemed to Elena to exist in a perpetual twilight. As she entered, her eyes were immediately drawn to his imposing figure.
His tall frame cut a striking silhouette against the dim light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. He wore a impeccably tailored Tom Ford suit in charcoal grey, the fabric seeming to absorb and reflect the shadows around him. A crisp white Brioni shirt provided a stark contrast, accentuating his pale, flawless skin.
His signature salt-and-pepper hair was swept back, revealing a face that seemed carved from marble - ageless, beautiful, and utterly captivating. Steel-grey eyes, holding the wisdom of millennia, locked onto Elena's, sending an involuntary shiver down her spine.