Vampires Don't Drink Whiskey

<p>I'd dreamed of him again. Now if I'd known that Juandre would haunt my thoughts day and night for the past ten years I would never have had the man. I couldn't dispute my incisors had prickled at the sexy Hispanic ever since he'd pulled over and smiled a cheeky smile at me. As if I couldn't already read into that I knew what he would ask me even before he asked. The thing was I had felt a little peckish and hoped a meal would stop and take me home with him for the night. Prolonging my hunger was never good.</p><p>That final night of debauchery and discovery was the last item on my list to check off before my year-long sabbatical to clear my head and decide whether I wanted to run away or dismantle the Disciples. Over the years I had managed to surround myself with them and only Tony and the few men in our inner circle knew the true reason for Lord Andrew Whiskey.</p><p>He'll be in his early thirties and I'll still look exactly like I did ten years ago. Will he even remember me?<br><br>Would he stir indignation against the world he now lived in or would he accept himself even with the false background he'd painted? Would he utterly disregard himself as a gay man and be the opposite of the man he'd led me to believe he was?<br><br>This story contains explicit graphic depictions of gay sex and crude language unsuitable for young or sensitive readers or anyone offended by gay sex.</p><p>Copyright © 2025 Vampires Don't Drink Whiskey: New Beginnings Novella 2.6 by Kashel Char. All rights reserved.</p>