Uo really resist the small woman in his p, An nodded aalking. “Back then all sorts of shows and traveliertainers came into town, it was a windfall for them.” He kissed the blood bunny on her cheek as well. “A different time. Street performers made up lots of these little side attras. It wasn’t unon to see huge snakes or strange lizards for free.”

  “I’ve seen pictures. I am a little of a history lover.” She cuddled into An’s arms. “Sounds like you e.”

  Memories of the age flooded into An’s mind, “I did. Very happy time.” He paused and walked his fingers over Veronica’s ned cheeks. “That is where I met Amos.”

  Fighting off the urge to li’s fingers, Veronica sighed and dreamily answered, “Amos? Amos who?”

  “You don’t know your Mistress’s creator?” An huffed lightly, “Iing. Amos Whitelock, If he is still around he’d be about three hundred now.” Taking a little liberty with his blood bunny, An slipped his finger dolucked a button free on Veronica’s blouse. “Typical guy really. Still has a British at, I think.” Happy that his light advance didn’t offend Veronica, An took the opportunity to unfasten a couple more buttons. “He and I met over a small bidding war on a pair of horses, of all things.” An ughed. “Virginia used to be rather known for horse rag, and I was trying my hand at it.” He shrugged and slipped his hand into Veronica’s blouse and rubbed her shoulder gently. “I found out ter, after wasting a fortuhat I was terrible at it.” He snickered, “Amos even said as much.”

  More than aware of what An was doing, Veronica turo face her new beau. “Mister Brown, I will thank you to not open my shirt anymore.” She winked and kissed him lightly on the neck. “I have been around so many vampires that unless you actually use your ability to take my will away, the st of a vampire no longer makes me…squiggly.” She ughed. “We will have plenty of pytime ter.” She reached for An’s and turned him to face her. “I like you. I am already fortable with you, so let things go normally, please.”

  Rolling his expressive brown eyes for Veronica, An smiled aantly sighed and ceded defeat. “Fine. When you put it that way, how's a vampire to resist?” He ughed, “I do find your blood mind boggling. How is it that I both want to feed and not feed?” He added, “What are you doing to me?”

  “Tell me more about my mistress and I will give you that little secret.” Veronica winked and whispered into An’s ear, “It’s all about why I am a blood bunny, my dear.”

  A fun shiver ran up and down An’s spine f him to adjust his seating. “More of that, young dy and I won’t be responsible for what happens.” He ughed then resumed, “Once we met, we just found that we enjoyed each other’s pany. It took a couple weeks of visiting pces iersburg and sampling all of the men’s clubs, before he trusted me enough to introduce me to Sylvie.” A his unfortable bulge diminish, “She didn’t call herself Sylvie back then. She still held onto her Native Ameri culture and called herself Taini.” He paused for a moment, “If I recall correctly, it meaurning moon.”

  “How absolutely adorable!” Veronica bounced lightly, “Such a fitting name for her. I love her eyes as they phase. I could watch them all day long.” Veronica paused when An raised his eyebrow, “What? I like eyes.” She grabbed his thigh tightly, “You really should see..”

  Holding up his hand, An had a feeling he knew what Veronica was going to say. “No, I don’t want to see those blue eyes.” He shivered, “You may see them as benevolent, but for most of us? That is the stuff of nightmares.” He cupped Veronica’s , “I prefer your brown eyes, Miss Brown.” He winked, “Anyway. The r twenties!” He cpped lightly, “Even theried to hide in pin sight, the veil and all.” He watched Veroniod, “Back then, we wouldn’t have risked having blood bunnies.” Reassuring her with a light pat ohigh, An tinued. “Even then, Sylvie stuck out. Her visions.” He tapped his forehead. “Something about them used to both fasate and frighten people. She is much better at hiding when she is getting one now, but back then?” He shrugged, “People believed all kinds of wild things blindly.”

  “So she’s been a visionary the eime?” Veronica questioned and started flipping a strand of An’s hair between her fingers. “I know it's my turn.”

  Leaning into the soft touch of Veronica’s fingers, An murmured, “Yes..yes she has, as least since I have known her. Fasating woman, forced to see things she never asked to see.” He cleared his throat and looked into Veronica’s eyes. “Now it’s your turn.”

  Using An as a partial bed, Veronica spread out horizontally across the chair. “I am sure that you have met lots of people who are obsessed with vampires and blood.” She heard a low snicker from An as he shook his head. “Good. It will make this easier to uand.” Using her finger, Veronica traced a soft line down An’s neck slowly. “Myself and the others, it’s not the blood. It’s not the bite. It’s the euphoria that is attached to it.” She looked deeply into An’s eyes, “The closest thing I pare it to is having an asm that is s that your body almost ’t ha.” Veronica smiled when An raised his eyebrows, “Notice I said pare it to an asm. I have had both..many times.” She winked, “Being fed from is at this point, necessary. I have noticed that through some trick of biology or..” Veroniickered, “..ic, I produce more blood than I should be capable of having.”

  “Aren’t you afraid of being drained into nothing?” An inquired and licked along the veins in Veronica’s neck. “I know many of my brethren would love the opportunity to try and do it for the sake of doing it.” He kissed his way down Veronica’s o the ter of her chest, stopping at her heart. “Vampires aren’t all that different from the people that they started out being. Some are pinly evil, some are just normal and trying to get by.”

  Buttoning her shirt for the sed time, Veronica sighed and sat up. “I am not worried about it in the least. I ’t expin why..” She tapped on her wrists, “..but my blood, the blood of the bunnies, it’s like filling to the point where you’d be forced to stop.” She shrugged, “Franco said he could taste his limit when we served him.”

  Scooping Veronito his arms, An stood up and twirled the couple ond the Veronica ba her feet. “Thank you for sharing.” He winked, “I fear if we don’t get started on these preparations, then Sylvie will be a little grumpy whes back.” An tapped his forehead again, “Given what I’ve seen with her tral eye?” He ughed, “I don’t want to tempt fate's eye on me.”

  Retrieving the dust rag from where she’d tossed it, Veronica twirled it in her hand as she spoke. “I would be more ed about what the mistress has already seen.”