Zauran by Poppet

because other women are now reaching hands to grasp hair where they dance with neuri predators, each reaching for a kiss and intimacy, cupping heads and curling fingers, bouncing light off nail polish and lip gloss.
    Tease.
    Darn that man is sex on legs. He's so hot he's a long tall drink of mean.
    Returning my focus to Darise, I look at my old lover and friend. We had one night together; just one. He was the only vampyre to ever show any interest in me. Pravus was new and I was searching for meaning in this cruel world.
    He shared secrets; told me he was the child of a human and vampyre, and that vampyre are in fact fallen angels. They don't need to bite but do to give their mates pleasure.
    I want to be a mate, and I'm too fucking late. The truth shattered every myth told about vampires, literally ostracizing the lies perpetrated by Hollywood and the lower level series industry from my life. I devoured vampire novels until I met a real Vampyre and learned the truth.
    They aren't dead, don't need blood but do like it, never bite necks unless it's their mate's fantasy; they are hot blooded with slow heartbeats and can do a multitude of things. They see through all solid objects at will, can create anything they desire with a single thought, and never compel a human. They have shadows and reflections and don't need to be invited in.
    We even spell their name wrong because the defining aspect to a vampyre is the pyre burning in their blood which makes them so balmy. A hug from a vampyre is like lying on a tanning bed with a gazillion volts of UV aimed at you.
    My world shattered into a million pieces with heartbreak. My tainted desires were crushed as inconsequential, until I learned how incredible these vampyres are. Moving from place to place with the speed of thought; tall, muscular, fallen angels, who have such spiritual insight they are vehicles for enlightenment rather than damnation.
    It was an appealing paradox.
    I still wanted the dirty grit of my fantasies but found the fact that they are angelic a complete turn on. Darise was once my walking aphrodisiac, and now I'm left with nothing but the mystery of the neuri to redirect my hankering for a mate who is more than a man.
    He's gone and turned into a mortal and now he's dead boring. He's an impostor in an alien world.
    “ You don't belong here Darise. It's time you lived a mortal's life. Nine to five buddy, mortgages, tax, grocery shopping...”
    He shakes his head, leaning back my way, “I will never be that mortal. I manifest everything I want, or need. I may be mortal but it doesn't mean I have to bore myself to death with tedium.”
    “ So you never cook?”
    “ Nope.”
    “ Do you go out to eat?”
    “ Nope.”
    “ What do you do?”
    “ I take in museums, art, movies, that kind of thing. Culture darling, it's becoming in a man my age.”
    I know he's teasing but... B-o-r-i-n-g.
    “ I have to pee again,” I say.
    He winks at me, “You can't hold your liquor, lady.”
    I can hold it just fine, but I need to escape. I can't believe you were once my entire world. Whatever I saw in you was either pretentious and put on for my benefit, or you lost it in domestic bliss.
    In fact, he doesn't even have a girlfriend and I can't say that surprises me. You can be hotter than Lucifer but if you don't have swagger to your strut you are never going to land the elusive catch of the century.
    Swiveling on the stool, I stand up, almost bumping into that auburn haired gentleman. Behind him, oddly enough, is Jowendrhan, chatting up some chick with white-blond hair and perfect breasts.
    Now I'm just jealous.
    Jowendrhan has danger oozing off him like celestial cologne.
    Glaring at them, I squeeze through tables, almost missing my footing when the light blacks out in the pause before the red light comes on.
    The big guy with the widest shoulders I've ever seen stabilizes me with a fast reflexive hand on my elbow.
    “ You okay?”
    Wow, his voice is incredible. It seduces