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     "Why am I here?" Veronica asked the stranger who had taken her to an uptown apartment after meeting here in the alley, "And, if you don't tell me who the hell you are, I swear I'm going to have to put a stake through your vampire heart!"
     "Well, my name is Damien," his black eyes twinkled with amusement, "and you're here because as I told you back at the alley, I'm going to be your protector, and immortal lover."
     "No. You. Are. Not." Veronica responded immediately, "I hunt you blood-sucking fiends, and am certaintly not going to be with you.  Was it my sister who sent you to find me?
     "That is why I'm here, but I don't work for her, I work for myself," Damien replied vehemently, his eyes turning hard and cold, "it's insulting," he spat, "that you would think me of all people to work for her."
     "Aren't all you leeches the same?" Veronica whipped back at him, "You all work for her, she is your queen!"
     At that, Damien snapped, he moved like lightning, and had her pinned against the wall so fast, it made her head spin.  Instead of feeling threatened though, like he had wanted her to be, she was painfully aware of how close his body was to hers.
     "She is not my queen," Damien whispered, "you are."
     A flash of passion flared in his eyes, as if he had just become aware of their close quaters, and instead of backing away, he pressed his body closer to hers.  She fit next to him perfectly, and without thinking, she wound her arms around his neck, and stared directly into his eyes, as if daring him to kiss her.
     Pure lust reflected back at her, and she raised up on her tip-toes to put her face closer to his.  Inch by inch his face crept closer to hers, and finally their lips touched.
     It was as if fire works had gone off, Veronica reactled wildly, she jerked closer to him, and passionately kissed him back.  Damien's hands skid down her, and she arched in pleasure under his devious hands.  As he slid his hand underneath her shirt, and cupped her breast, she moaned a low throaty sound.
     Suddenly, Damien froze, and rasped an "Oh, shit," as a sickly sweet voice said from somewhere behind them, "Aren't you doing to greet me that way Dami, baby?"