Eventually Tom relieved Mathew. The event was nearly halfway over and Eliza’s hunger had begun to take over her attention. The sight of so many others feeding and the cacophony of different smells enticed a ravenous hunger. She confessed her urges to Tom. “I’m hungry.”

Tom smiled and led Eliza around to one of the sofas which had been set up atop a hill which ran along the far side of the temporary dance floor. When they sat down Tom leaned close and began to speak into her ear. The music was loud but Eliza’s increased sense of hearing had no trouble listening through the jumbled EDM. He whispered, she assumed, so that others understood that he was with her and not just near her. “If I bring someone over, will you share them with me?” Eliza nodded. “We will have to be careful. I’ll do what I can to keep you from becoming too excited.” He looked deep into her eyes. A smile stretched across his face, he kissed her forehead and left her alone on the couch.

Tom returned with a handsome and muscular blond. The man couldn’t have been more than 25; his youthful blue eyes alight with innocence and excitement. His platinum blond hair framed an angular face. It was Henry. Tom sat down and bid the blond sit between them. With a slight giggle he wedged himself between Eliza and Tom. “No need to be gentle,” he said as he tilted his head back to expose his pale neck. He seemed not to recognize Eliza.

Tom reached over him and caressed Eliza’s cheek. He guided her to the man’s neck. He was clearly willing. Eliza felt an intense excitement as her stomach leaped at the sight of his vulnerable neck. She kissed and then bit through the skin.

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The music provided the perfect ambiance to their relaxation. Mathew was now behind the DJ station.

Suddenly the music stopped. Eliza looked over at the stage where Mathew was fumbling with vinyl records. To her surprise there was another there. Standing over six feet tall with short black hair and a pointed nose, the man spoke into the microphone over the loud speakers. “You have broken the law. This is a prohibited gathering.” The man’s tongue clicked against the roof of his mouth and a disapproving rhythm.

Eliza turned to look at Tom. He was already on his feet. Tom’s green eyes were wild with fear as he bent his knees and seemed to brace for an impact. “Eliza,” Tom said in a low and dangerous voice. “You must get out of here.”

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