After laughing for a while, the guy pinned a glare on him “Okay, loser. That is enough entertainment for the day. Get your poor face out of here now before you make me lose my job”He said dismissively and he turned to join his partner who was checking people’s invitation cards at the entrance. A red haze coloured Damianus' vision and he felt like snapping the guard’s burly neck as he followed him. His master’s warning rang clear in his mind though and he gritted his teeth before saying in the most pleasant tone he could summon “I am not…”The guard swung the baton in his hand behind him without looking back to see where it would hit him. Damianus who never thought that was a possibility reacted late. Even though the baton missed his head, it cracked against his shoulder.The pain was nothing to Damianus but the humiliation was. That would be the first time anyone would strike him, not even his master had ever done that. He felt a primal urge to sink his fangs into the bastard’s neck

Damianus wondered when this humiliation would end as he looked back to see three lavishly dressed young men strolling towards them. The one in the lead seemed to be their leader as two others followed him behind.The leader was all dressed in Hermes customised clothing, Oxford's high-polished shoes and a pricey Patek-Phillipe watch that was well on display as he had his hands in his pockets.His followers were dressed in Louis Vuitton products as none of them dared dress fancier than the heir of the Bentall Business Empire, Ashton Bentall.Ashton gave Damianus a distasteful look without acknowledging the manager’s greeting. The person who spoke before was the boy to the left. He still had a grin on his face as he sized up Damianus. Damianus was truly at a disadvantage standing beside these rich kids. Not only was his old-fashioned clothing so dowdy beside their luxurious, high-brand wear. It was nothing to write home about and they have never set their eyes on such type of old-schoo

Michael apologized over and over again to Damianus when he got back to The Abode. That was the name the vampires of New Order gave their underground city. Damianus dismissed his apologies and told him that he couldn’t have known that would be the outcome anyway. Then he asked about the history of the men he met at the hotel. He of course knew that the Unclan was one of them. His deductive powers were unlike any other and being an Originer, he could detect one of his kind from miles away. He was interested though in the economic power that the man wielded. From the little he had seen of the human world, he knew that their rich were snobbish and the boy’s father wouldn’t have demanded that his boy apologized if the Unclan was not a man of affluence. “He is the CAC chairman” Michael explained. Then he explained what CAC was about. They were sitting out on the porch of Michael’s house after Mathew had excused himself. The bungalow was modest for a man of Michael’s worth and when Dam

The man’s eyes widened a bit when he finally took a good look at Damianus for the first time. He had never seen such a beautiful man before. His hair might look weird and his clothing…did he get that from a trash can? But his eyes. He felt his cock twitch when he got a good look at his rare blue eyes. A lascivious smile curved his lips and his grey eyes lightened a bit in his soft, pampered face. His hands went automatically to smooth back his dishwater blond hair as he could already picture the young man on his knees in front of him… then he remembered that he just dared to butt into his business. The bastard might be passably attractive but he was not allowed to talk when he was talking. Especially in that cheap, old clothing that was poorer than what his mother gave out in her ridiculous charity drive. How dare the pauper even breathe when he was breathing?“Who the hell are you?” he asked in anger when he saw that Damianus was not looking away in fear like many do.Damianus, who

Dressed in the first of the new clothes he got the day before, Damien looked up the trellised road carved from the edge of the Macmillian’s property to their home, the mansion stood majestically on a high rise as if lording it over those around it.Many believed that the only advantage that The Macmillns could say they have when compared to the Benthalls was their ancestral home that had been built when the first Macmillan rumoured to be a postman had gotten the land then from the will of his deceased wife of few months. The wife was a child of a wealthy merchant who willed the land and other properties to his only child before his death. The girl was sickly as well by the time she married the postman she had not even been able to leave their house for any activity.She died a few months later, leaving all her wealth to her husband, the husband took another wife and invested in cotton and cocoa. The cocoa business was dropped somewhere down the line of his descendants but they built