Deacon Songs's blog: "the secret with in"

Devin heads straight to the kitchen to quench his ungodly thirst. Finding his sacred red fluid in the thermos that keeps his necessary beverage at a cool 61 degrees, he sips eloquently like hes at a tasting. Closing his eyes in a state of near orgasm like expression, swallows and licks his lips. Devins eyes flicker like a candle in the wind and the rings around the outer color of his eyes darken to almost midnight blue. One solitary sigh escapes his lungs and ends just as quickly as it began. Firing up his laptop perched on the breakfast bar counter, he signs in to check on an email from Micheal, his protege'. Typically vampires dont associate with Vampires whom were turned by another covenant, but Micheal is a Harvard Grad who went home with the wrong woman one new years in new york. Micheal has a business degree and has been a vampire for only 4 years, immature for vampires, but Devin needed a wall street mind to help with finances. Devin found the email he was waiting on. Dev, You will be pleased to know we just bought into a Gothic style clothing manufacturer officially. The lawyers convened this afternoon and we've become fashion designers! I signed the contract and own a 40% of the company. congrats! Ill be in Chicago on Tuesday so we can meet for celebrations. see ya soon. Smiling, Devin finished his blood cocktail and headed for the shower. It was a day for looking toward the future business of making more money, and that meant spending more money on toys and women. Which reminded him to call Amanda, the half breed were vamp. Like Father like son, he had a thing for were's and their sexual energy was much more enhanced when crossed with vampire. Speaking her name into the voice dial, the phone began to play the ring tone "wild thing". "Mmmmm Devin, just the man I love to hear from." Amanda purred. "What are you wearing?" Devin flirted "My skin, and bubbles." Devin licked his lips. "Such a tease you are, why didn't you stay?" "A girl needs her cosmetics if shes going to be seductive." She temptingly spoke. "I have business to attend to tonight. I wont be entertaining you this evening, but I am sure a rain check is in order." Dev, I am disappointed, but I do understand. Ill just have to substitute you for a less animate object." Amanda said in her most sultry tone. Amanda's tone woke Devin's most internal carnal lust with his visual of the activity she spoke of. "Some visual proof of this could be a welcomed distraction. As sexy as you are, you may find yourself with company after my itinerary is complete. I ...." "mmmmm oh my god, Ive already started baby!" with a sexual grunt she hung up! "Damn that woman." Devin said to the disconnected phone as he glared at it. As Devin showered, he pondered and struggled with the oddity of Milla's call. There was something devious in the tone of her voice. His senses are quite tuned, and picked up the chemical alteration to her voice from the emotional influence. Yet over the phone it was still difficult to embrace the origin of her yet to be disclosed agenda. With the undertow of his flirty chat with Amanda, Devin entertained a fantasy of Milla seducing him at the doorway as she arrived. Thrusting her against the wall and passionately kissing her and nibbling on her lip. Milla lifting her leg, exposing her smooth stocking less leg, running a hand up her inner thigh. With her biting his neck, and groping him madly, he rips the crotch of her G-string panties off with one strong pull. Milla reaching down to unfasten his belt and rip the button off dropping his trousers. Devin's fantasy has him engorged and his heartbeat rapid, begins to masturbate in a fiery frenzy he has seldom accomplished by imagination alone. Finishing his release, exiting the shower and drying off to examine his physique in the full length mirror, he catch's his breathe and steadies is heart beat. Ritualistically applying the sunscreen to his face arms and neck, he glares at his self in the reflection. His eyes a deep sea blue with an outer ring of such dark blue, its difficult to tell the difference in shade from the pupil. Wet locks of hair hang in front of his brow stopping just short of his eye lids, just slightly looking up, giving him a sinister glare at himself. He whispers " I am Devin, my success is only exceeded by determination." He repeated several times, to mentally prepare himself for whatever Milla's visit may bring to the table. Proceeding to finish dressing and grooming himself, so he can catch up on the days news. A moment later Devin arrives in the entertainment room, Darwin reading the Milwaukee Journal sports section at the table nearest the patio. Darwin has simple taste, he enjoys his sports, and has memory of statistics per player for every football team in the NFL, every basket ball team and player in the NBA. Devin often wonders how he remembers anything else, and frequently harasses him for his passion of sporting events. "Wasting your day reading NBA stat sheets is not very productive Darwin. I recommend you do something on the web with all that useless information stored in that grey head of yours." he smirked to insure his servant knew he was ritualistic in the harassment. "I also keep a mental record of every woman that has entered your bed, how many times she climaxed and screamed to God. Perhaps you would be as interested in reading a history of such, as I of the records Brett Favre has broken as quarterback. Im sure the total yards are comparative to women you have supplied orgasms to." Devin's loyal servant spilled with out looking away from the news paper. Devin just laughed and shook his head. "If I didn't know any better, I would think you were insulting me Darwin." Darwin looked past his John Lennon style reading glasses with out moving his head. with a quick wink of his left eye, he went back to reading the pre-game match ups for the upcoming Basketball game tonight. Devin sat in the leather love seat that faced the big screen LCD hung on the wall. He punched the power button on the remote that resembled a math professors calculator. As the television clicked, and came to life, ESPN Sports Center came on and Devin chuckled to himself as he changed channels to watch CNN. "Master Devin" Darwin called. "Is Master Romaine aware of Milla's visit this evening?" "Purely speculating, I doubt it. There was no mention of it either way when I spoke with her." "Yes of course, understood." Darwin clearly acknowledged, as he folded his newspaper and stood up to exit the room. "I shall leave you to your program then. I will prepare supper." Devin didn't utter a word, lost in his thoughts again about Milla. a solitary sigh escaped Devin's lips and he fell silent once again, completely oblivious to the news cast.

The Secret Within CHAPTER ONE (rough draft) April 19th 2009 Milwaukee WI The wind is cold coming off Lake Michigan as the sun sets, which is a great relief for Devin. The suns rays are just bearable for him during the daylight hours of spring time in Wisconsin. Soon though, very soon he wont be tolerating the ultraviolet rays as the earths rotation puts itself on axis in direct path of the sun. But for now the earths atmosphere and a bottle of sunscreen protect is skin from burning. Devin is very amused by Hollywood's interpretation of the vampires and sunlight bursting them to flames. In a few weeks Devin and his father, Hannibal will make their way to the southern hemisphere, for Argentina to avoid being forced into nocturnal state. Devin remembers a hundred years ago doing just that during summer months. Science definitely assists vampires and humans alike. In the recent few decades Devin and Hannibal have put their hands in the blood donation market and own donation centers in Milwaukee, New Orleans, Denver, San Fransisco, Tampa Bay and Brooklyn. several in South America, Asia, Russia and scattered throughout Europe as well. The hunting days are over and as Devin becomes older the thirst subsides, which leaves much needed time to continue other business ventures. being an adult club owner seems to suit his lifestyle just fine, where as his father doesn't approve completely and frequently complains about his choices. The clubs and websites have his finances affording him a custom Mercedes Mclaren as an everyday vehicle, along with an H2 and Dodge challenger prototype. Life has been fruitful to say the least. As Devin makes his way home from one of his gogo clubs, for a shower and something to cure his thirst, Milla calls him. looking at the display on his phone, a devious grin crosses his mouth, and anwers. "hello milla, have you dialed the wrong romaine?" Devin sarcastically questions. "If I had, wouldn't you be disappointed, I do need to speak with you about something important." in her British accent, that she tries desperately to conceal announces. "If you are carrying out my fathers agenda about my choice in business, save your breath." Devin blatantly says. "Not this time, you spoiled fucking brat!" sarcasm dripping from her tone. "I can always make time for a woman in leather." "Good, I'm coming into Mitchell international at midnight. I'll call you when i get checked in." she pauses for a few seconds, and continues. "or should I come right to your estate?' "Suite yourself, ill let Darwin know you'll be coming and he can prepare the guestroom for you." speaking as if he expected her to invite herself. "will you be alone this evening or will you be with one of your bloody whores?" she spat with a slightness of jealousy. "you never can tell, Milla. you know how i get after quenching." Milla hangs up with out saying a word. devin looks at his phone mused and sets it on the seat next to him in the mclaren. if it weren't for his enjoying driving his toys so much, Devin could simply tele-port home. it a skill hes mastered quite well and enjoys almost as much as the mclaren. as he makes a left turn on lake drive on the final few blocks of his journey home he playfully burns out down the street. pulling into his dive, pushing the garage door button on the console,opening the overhead door. smiling at the site of his h2, as if to talk to the truck, pulls in next to it, and heads in the house. "Darwin, Milla will be arriving shortly after midnight tonight. make the normal arrangement for her comfort and try to be pleasant to her. I know you despise Weres but she has been around long enough and proven her loyalty to the family." Devin said to his white haired 82 year old assistant. "as you wish, master Devin." darwin calmly states in his pompous french accent. Darwin turned and headed towards the room he would prepare. "by the way, there is fresh beverages for you in the kitchen and i took the liberty of sending Ms. Amanda home in a cab. she looked like you enjoyed her company this morning." Devin just smiled. Darwin has been Devin's butler for so long now hes considered an assistant. hes aware that his employer is a vampire, and saw him ravage a woman to death in an alley when Darwin was in his 20's. Darwin had just barely survived ww2 and was on a 2 year gin binder at the time Devin met him. He would have killed him to protect his identity as a vampire but the fact that Darwin didn't seem to fear what he saw,Darwin was spared. although Devin, for the most part, kidnapped him and imprisoned him in a wine cellar for a week in an old castle in Dublin, he didn't say a word about the incident. when Devin came back for Darwin he had consumed 17 bottles of wine in 4 days and drunk himself sober, to never touch booze again. Devin informed him if he ever wanted to see the light of day again, he would have to agree to two things. one, never speak of what he saw or that he had any knowledge of vampires and that he would have to be his well compensated for servant for the rest of his life. Darwin agreed by nodding and stated " don't make me what ever it is you are." Devin smiled and that was the end of it. he knew that he was a french soldier and had most likely seen the Germans do unspeakable things so the vampire thing wasn't anything to shock Darwin. which was the main reason Devin allowed him to breathe. the second reason being the loyal look in his eyes and Devin's telepathic abilities reading his thoughts.