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had been staring at the back of Mr. Harrington’s head when the young man called him over. “I wonder if I might trouble you for some meat,” he said quietly. As he did so, his left hand brushed against the footman’s thigh; only for a moment, too quickly for the other dinner guests to notice, and Edmund sensed that it was no accident.
    “Certainly, sir. What sort of meat would you like?” he asked, allowing a playful tone to enter his voice.
    “Oh, anything will do. There was still some chicken, I believe. Perhaps a firm piece of white flesh. I do so enjoy firm, white, succulent meat.”
    It’s commonly thought that vampires have no blood, since they’re constantly seeking that of others. This is, of course, a misconception. It courses through their veins as it does through that of humans and werewolves. But it generally does so slowly, methodically, which is the reason for their very low body temperatures and for their pallor. Occasionally, though, it surges, as in the case of the blood that shot in that moment to Edmund’s soft cock, filling it and causing his flesh to swell with a painful longing. He knew then that Harrington would be his; he had only to control himself in the meantime.
    He was glad that he’d gotten his fill of the old man’s blood the night before , and that he could now begin to consider the appeal of other bodily fluids. Very glad indeed.

 
    Chapter Eight: Night
     
     
    That evening when the guests had gone to bed, Ida found Lucy in their room.
    “Wait until eleven or so and then head out the servants’ entrance as usual,” she said. “Make your way past Dunston to Norville. It’s been a while since any of our folks have been that way; usually they go to Cranston, so you can quietly go about your business. Bring your most comfortable boots, mind. It’s a long run.”
    “I’ll be fine. I’m set, I think. I shouldn’t have waited so long since my last outing, though. I feel as though I’ve been suffering all day for it.”
    “You’ll get better at gauging your needs as time goes on,” said Ida. “Don’t be too hard on yourself. We’ve all had our urges…for blood as well as other things.”
    Lucy found herself surprised to hear this. “Even you?” she said.
    Ida laughed. “Am I so very ancient that you don’t imagine that I have needs?” she asked.
    “I’m so sorry. I only meant…”
    “I know. I’m only teasing. Yes, I’ve had mine as well. It happens. We are, after all, part human, and humans have needs as much as our kind does.”
    “Of course.”
    “You just be careful tonight, Lucy.”
    “I will, Ida. Thank you.”
    When eleven o’clock rolled around, Lucy donned her warmest dress and headed out into the misty night. She walked the length of the path extending from the servants’ door, not wanting to draw attention to herself by sprinting. That she could do when she was out of sight of the house.
    She thought she heard gravel crunching behind her and she suspected that it was a guest out for a walk. Best not to turn, lest she should be noticed.
    As she walked, the steps behind her seemed to grow closer and faster, and she tried to speed up her pace without breaking into a jog. But as she did so, the footfalls behind her quickened to a run and she turned to see who was behind her. She wondered now if it might be another member of the staff having fun with her.
    “Now listen...” Her words were cut off mid-sentence as she saw that Mr. Thornton was running towards her. Vile man. Attractive, but vile.
    “Hello, Lucy,” he said. So he knew her name. “I saw you from my window. It’s a bit late to be going for a walk, isn’t it?” He was smiling his charming, I-know-perfectly-well-how-handsome-I-am smile. Lucy looked around, feeling suddenly desperate.
    “I’m just going into town. Mrs. Drake needs some last minute supplies for tomorrow’s breakfast.”
    Mr. Thornton was in front of her now, just as he had stood before her in his room earlier. He