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Funny thing about vampires, no one ever tells you that life gets far more interesting when you stop breathing. There might be a lot of upsides to being immortal, but it's not all that it's cracked up to be. There are rules, laws, that have to be followed. The Masquerade.

Dagaz had already broken the law by existing.

He could remember being at the party. It was New Years Eve. He remembered drinking, dancing. He remember fucking. But he couldn't remember where it was, or who was there. The party was one big blur to him. All he could remember was being taken by the hand and led to one of the bedrooms, but from that point on things get more than a little fuzzy.

There was a woman, of that he was sure. He could recall she was dressed well, the dress she had on looked like it cost his entire month salary and then some, not to mention her shoes on top.

He could remember the incredible feeling of having a skilled pair of lips sucking his shaft, the rich timbre of her laugh as she made him cum in her mouth. Dagaz remembered the tightness off her pussy gripping his shaft as she rode him, her crying out as she climaxed, but couldn't make out the details of her face in his memory.

The sex was better than good actually, so good he could still feel the echo of his orgasm make his cock twitch at the memory the morning after. And he remembered the pain that followed, the feeling of fangs piercing his jugular, the beat of his pulse slowing to a crawl as the blood drained from hie body.

He remembered dying.

Temporarily.