Lafitte licked the virgin blood from his long fingernail. He shuddered at the energy that suddenly blossomed in his gut. So unusual to have a 23 year old virgin dumped in his lap like this. Not that he was complaining, mind you, he was just reflecting on his bargain made in hell with the voodoo Queen.

He knew deep down inside his blood seeking body he was in fear of the Queen. She looked into his timeless eyes and she could read his every thought. He had absolutely no powers of persuasion over her and he was smart enough not to even try.

The pretty college girl stirred in his...