Hex Factor - Andie M. Long Page 0,1

women falling at my feet, especially after I’d drained them to the point of anaemia.

We’d been ignoring carnal glances from women and a few men since we’d arrived and given some of them would be devastated at getting to this second round and getting a 'no', later I could give them a ‘yeeeeesssss’.

This time we had to stand in front of a producer in a room by ourselves. The female redhead had the same bored personality as the man before her.

“And sing.”

We began singing, our voices harmonizing, although Zak was the lead. The producer's face became more animated, a brow rising.

“It’s a yes. Let me have your details and we’ll be in touch about the next stage of the competition.”

“You mean I don’t get to meet Carmela today?” Zak whined again.

“Nope. That’ll be next time.” She licked across her top lip. "But if you're free for a drink, I'll be finished in…" She checked her watch and sighed, "about another six hours."

He shrugged his shoulders. “Probably a good thing. I’m exhausted. Maybe another day?” Once again he secured a telephone number.

As we walked out of the audition room, a runner came towards us with a tray holding tea, coffee, and water. As she passed by other people, drinks were swiped off her tray and by the time she got to us, she was empty. “Can I get you any refreshments?” She asked, super-enthusiastic. "I'll just have to pop back to the kitchen to re-stock."

“Yes, please. I’m parched.” I told her. “I’ll follow you there.”

We didn’t get to the kitchen. The show’s runners were supposed to keep everyone happy and the dark-haired one now sucking my cock was doing just that.

“Yeah, baby, just like that.” I grabbed the back of her head, fisted my hand in her hair and thrust myself closer so I went further down the back of her throat. Her eyes watered a bit, but bless her, she carried on like a trooper. Before long I was emptying my load down her throat. I looked at the runner’s lanyard. Her name was Aria. By tomorrow I’d have forgotten it, but right now that shit was important.

“Hey, Aria, baby.” I beckoned her up to me with my right index finger and she scrabbled up from her knees to come closer.

“Yes?”

“I think you have something on your neck. Let me see.” I did my best concerned gaze as I pushed my hands, one on her temple, one on her neck slightly to tilt her head, so I could peer closer.

“What is it?” Aria trembled a little which made my cock harder.

“Me.” I growled as my fangs descended and I bit through her skin. Her lovely human blood sang to me as it rose in a merry dance into my mouth. I greedily took what I needed before my tongue licked the wounds closed. Aria’s eyes were lust-filled as euphoria hit her system.

“Fuck me.” She whimpered.

So I did. Bending her over the sofa in the empty dressing room she’d taken me to, I pulled her panties down and off and then thrust straight into her wet heat. She groaned as I took her further towards paradise. Being drained and given multiple orgasms did that to a woman. After I’d shot my load (no babies from this undead guy), I laid her on the sofa in the room and whispered in her ear. But these were no whisperings of love, rather those of vampire compulsion to tell her that she was feeling ill and needed to rest.

When I made my way back to the audition room there was no sign of any of my bandmates. We were used to each other’s different ways after meeting at college years ago.

Feeling on top of my game now I had recently fed, I allowed myself to get excited about the fact we were through to the judges rounds of Britain’s Best New Band. My teenage dreams could potentially become a reality.

Leaving the building, the smug smile I was wearing slid straight off into my boots as I came face to face with a contestant making her way inside.

Stacey Williams.

My ex-girlfriend.

The girl I’d loved, but who I’d given up in order to pursue my dreams of fame.

Her eyes met mine and her mouth turned down in a sneer. Then she pushed past me, knocking my shoulder hard and was gone inside the building.

She was entering the competition?

That meant she was my competition.

My rival.

There was a fine line between love and hate and it appeared Stacey had