Chapter One Hundred Thirty-One- George Atwood- 24 yrs old

George set the human back near where he’d found him. His mind missing his time with George and his wallet a little fuller. George fed from him and made sure the male human didn’t suffer unnecessarily for being his meal. The money wasn’t much, but the blood meant survival for Adriana and himself.

Once the human was safely back among his kind, George moved on to do the same thing himself. He entered a small social club. There weren’t many of these and from the outside, it looked like a private men’s club. Which it was, for male vampires, that is. With a front where a few male humans could smoke, drink, read, and converse with each other. But there was an entirely different space for George’s kind where they could do the same thing. It all had to be done quietly. With prohibition in action until a few years ago. The idea of men drinking with each other kept most of these humans keen on the public, not being aware of what went on within these walls. Oth