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Cindy giggled as Lucius caught her leg. Playfully, she tried to crawl away but Lucius’s long strong arm grabbed her stomach and pinned her. She gave up resistance as Lucius had his way with her. From the bed, Cindy’s friend Angela watched with interest as her friends rutted.
Angela liked Lucius very much. Angela liked Lucius’s handsome face and his iron physique but what she loved the most about Lucius was his playful personality. Lucius was always playing; the last two weeks the girls had spent with him had always been fun. The girls had met Lucius through a friend of theirs, multi-millionare Gustav Knight. They had been introduced at an exclusive party in Knight’s mansion.
Lucius and Cindy finished their playful romping and Lucius put on his bathrobe. “I’m going to make a phone call; I’ll be right back,”said Lucius. He grabbed his powerful laptop as he went out.
Cindy had told Angela that what she liked about Lucius was his mystique. This was true, thought Angela. When Lucius talked about himself, it never went back more than a couple months. Nobody knew what country he came from; he spoke perfect Belgian Dutch but he was obviously a foreigner. He was very rich, that was obvious at least, and it was enough to buy him a place among the highest Belgian aristocracy.
Meanwhile, by the hotel jacuzzi, Lucius sat on a white plastic chair and unfolded his laptop. He pressed a few numbers, activating the speed dial number home to the city of werewolves, to the city of death. “You have reached a number that is disconnected or is no longer in service.”said the old lady in the recording. A frown crossed over Lucius’s brow. This made no sense, the phone number of the imperial mansion didn’t just disconnect. Maybe he was being cut out of the royal family. If that were true, they’d try to kill him soon. Frantically, Lucius pounded on the buttons. Good, I can still access the cameras, thought Lucius. Lucius pressed the activate key. Far away, in a vast field of ashes that had previously been Bonecruncher City, ten state of the art digital cameras pressed their heads above the ground. A picture of devastation appeared on Lucius’s. Where he had grown up and where his family had lived for thousands of years, there were only colossal piles of ash, quickly being carried away by the wind. Lucius switched cameras to the other side of the city but the same image greeted his shocked eyes. They were all dead, thought Lucius. Lucius thought of his sisters and his stern, powerful father. He thought of his shallow, flighty mother.
They were ash now and there was nothing to go back to. Lucius puzzled over what had happened. Something had gone terribly wrong but he couldn’t figure out what. Had there been a civil war; a revolt? This was possible. What if the humans had killed them? That was possible.
Lucius shrugged; he didn’t care anymore. Perhaps a human might have mourned or had some emotional reaction to the loss but this is not the nature of a werewolf. When one wolf dies, the others eat its carcass. A werewolf is filled with hatred for other species and for his own kind.
Lucius went to an airline website. He pressed a few buttons and an electronic female voice came over the speakers, “Your first class tickets from Brussels, Belgium to Los Angeles, U.S.A. will be waiting for you at the Alaskan Airlines ticket counter.”
Lucius folded up his laptop and went back to the hotel room. When he got back, the girls were still there, naked and giggling. “Hi Lucius,”said Angela invitingly. It was her turn now.
“Hi Angela, Cindy. Why don’t you get dressed and go home now?,”Lucius said, smiling but firmly. The girls did as they were asked. “Here’s a thousand Euros for each of you; I’ll call you later.”
“But we’re not whores, Lucius,”said Cindy, refusing to take the money.
“I know. It’s just a present. Take it.” She did.
“Bye Lucius,”said Cindy sweetly.
“Bye Cindy, Bye Angela,”said Lucius as the girls walked out the door.