"Cut the bullshit." Ezra said, holding her gaze. "I heard you guys talking about Counts and Griffins."
Genesis stared at him, the smile on her face disappearing into a neutral mask. "You heard that?"
"Yes, I did." Ezra nodded. Others would think it's better to pretend he hadn't heard them but not him. It was better for him to know what he was getting into now rather than never. Besides, he was the one in a position of power in their relationship. They both needed him while he didn't need any of them.
"I see." Genesis said before sighing. "Very well. We'll tell you what all this is about. But after dinner, okay?"
Ezra stared at her. He didn't trust them. Not yet. But building trust could be taken little by little. "Alright." He nodded. He'd wait.
"That's why I like you, Ezra." Genesis purred seductively.
That was when he noticed what she was wearing. She had on a blue, super tight crop top under a black leather jacket with the zipper open and black leather pants that clung to her shapely hips.
His vision immediately turned sharp and he was instantly able to see every subtle blemish on her skin that couldn't be seen with the normal eyes. When he'd seen her as a human, she'd looked like a goddess but now, she looked… normal. Beautiful, but normal.
That was the power of vampire vision.
He nodded to himself before something occurred to him. "What time is it?" he asked. "How long was I out?"
"Twenty-four hours." Genesis smirked. "You sure took your time."
"Shit! My job!" He looked around in panic. All that he had left was his job! He knew he couldn't pay off his mountain of debt with his salary alone but it was better than having nothing.
"Relax." Genesis grinned. "I already sent an email with your resignation."
"No!" Ezra stared at her in horror. "Fuck! You shouldn't have done that!" He snarled. How would he survive now? How would he pay off his debts?
"Have you forgotten you're a vampire now?" Genesis deadpanned. "Don't worry about money. There'll be plenty of opportunities to make some later. Besides, I'm sure Olivia has a stockpile of cash somewhere. A few million, I'm sure."
A few millions credits?
Ezra rocked back in shock. His mind whirled and reality finally settled in.
He was a vampire now. He is now immortal and can easily make money in ways a human wouldn't be able to dream of. It did make sense. If one lived for hundreds of years as a vampire but was still poor, it was better to just walk into the sun and die.
He sighed in relief, one hand coming up to sit on his chest. "Thank the fucking lord!" He didn't need to be in the rat race and could take life easy now.
Now that he was calm, he finally noticed where he was. The room looked like the home of an upcoming startup CEO. With its white walls, minimalistic design and also white curtains covering what were surely floor to ceiling windows, it radiated an aura of understated luxury on a budget.
Ezra lifted himself out of the bed, his every movement graceful and intuitive. It was like becoming a vampire had removed some kind of delay that had previously been between his thoughts and actions. His body moved automatically the moment he made the decision to move!
"Don't worry, you'll soon get the hang of it." Genesis smiled, noticing the amazement on his face. "Come, it's time for your first meal." She beckoned at him.
As if on cue, a tantalizing aroma filled the air. "What the?" Ezra muttered. The aroma was unlike anything he's ever smelled.
Standing upright, he stared downward and frowned. Why did the ground look much farther than before? He shrugged. Maybe that was another quirk of vampire vision.
Moving gracefully, he followed her out of the room. As they passed the corridor, he saw a full-length mirror leaning against the wall and decided to check himself out. When he caught sight of his reflection, he froze.
Gazing back at him from the mirror was a face he could hardly recognize. It was him and yet, not him. His formerly brown iris was now a bright red, spinning lazily in his eye.
His facial features had been aligned to be perfectly symmetrical and he now sported a sharp jaw making him look like a young aristocratic heir.
Dressed in a tracksuit, his formerly black hair, now a vibrant dark blue, fell down silkily to his shoulders.
Before, he stood at an average five feet eight inches but now, he stood a solid six feet. His shoulders were broad, giving him a perfectly athletic look without making him bulky.
"I look like a movie star." He whispered to himself.
"Get over here." Genesis said casually from the living room. Her voice was low but he could still hear it from the corridor.
Saying a sad goodbye to his reflection, he smiled at having busted a vampire myth. It seems like mirrors don't really affect vampires.
He followed the corridor out to a living room that matched the aesthetic of the room he'd woke up in, all white walls and minimalistic furniture. A whole wall was taken up by a large floor to ceiling window, displaying a beautiful view of the night skyline of First City.
Even with the garish greenhouse towers spewing carbon dioxide into the air and the various delivery drones zooming round the place, it was like a beautiful painting by a street artist.
With his enhanced vision, he could pick out the faces of the people walking on the street.
"Is this a penthouse?" He blurted.
"Of course not! We're not that rich. This isn't even ours. It's Count Griffin's safe house." Genesis laughed from her spot at the dining table.
Ezra frowned. Why were they in Griffin's safe house if they wanted to distance themselves from him? He'll have to add it to his list of questions for after dinner.
Olivia stood there at the kitchen dishing something onto three plates. Wearing a blue apron over a red dress, she looked like a model for kitchen appliances.
Ezra approached the table with a big smile on his face. According to the contract he'd signed, he now had two beautiful vampires to cater to his every whim. He sure had a beautiful life ahead of him.
"You're up? Not bad." Olivia commented as he sat at the head of the table.
"Yeah. So, what happens now?" He asked.
"Dinner first, talk later." Olivia moved and placed the plate in front of him. When he saw what was on it, he did a double take.
"Is that... chicken?"
On his plate was chicken coated in blood. When the aroma reached his nose and he inhaled, it smelled exactly like chicken but with the now familiar, tantalizing and tangy scent from earlier.
"What the fuck?" He muttered to himself. "I thought vampires drink blood exclusively. What's with the chicken?"
"Blood may be delicious but try having just blood for hundreds of years. That's the first step to insanity." Olivia lectured like a particularly hot teacher. "When the ancients became tired, they found ways to infuse blood into human dishes. This way, vampires can enjoy blood with human dishes and digest it. This is my marinated blood chicken recipe."
"Don't think I can't hear the pride in your voice." Genesis laughed. "Thankfully," she winked at Ezra, "I'm in charge of providing the blood wine." She picked up a green bottle of wine and placed it on the table.
Ezra stared incredulously at the spread in front of him. This wasn't what he had in mind when he heard the word: meal. With slow movements, he picked up his utensils, cut a piece of blood coated chicken and placed it into his mouth.
In a word? Paradise!
The flavors burst into his mouth. The familiar taste of chicken mixed perfectly with the new and delicious taste of blood creating a new flavor that had him chewing with pleasure.
"This is the best meal I've ever tasted." He complimented Olivia as Genesis poured wine into his glass.
A hint of a smile appeared on Olivia's face. "Thank you." She nodded at him as she took her seat. While her face was still as neutral as it always was, he could see that she was pleased with his compliment.
Silence filled the room as they all savored their meal. As he ate, Ezra couldn't help but think about his life.
In the span of twenty-four hours, he'd gone from an average orphan with a stressful and draining job to a handsome vampire with two vampire wives. It would take some getting used to.
Before long, the food had been devoured and Genesis had taken care of the dishes. Ezra steepled his fingers and leaned forward. "It is time."
Olivia frowned.
"How much trouble are we in?"