And Power surged between Darcy and Zanzibar, the man, Luciano acting as a conduit to combine the sources of otherworldly energy. They both soaked up the sparks of human vitality, basking in the roiling satisfaction that met pleasure with pain. Just as Darcy was ready to unleash the hell force upon him and clench the deal for his soul, the man stiffened. His eyes shot open and he searched as if listening to a warning. Darcy looked in the mirror, but saw no one come to disturb their little sex nest.<br/><br/>Luciano pushed past her, nearly knocking her down. Zanzibar made a grab for him, but with a blink of the eye, their quarry was gone.<br/><br/>“Did you see what he did, Mother?” Zanzibar said with a quizzical look on his face. “He was scrubbing at his lips with the back of his hand as if he had a bad taste in his mouth. What is wrong with that man? I love the taste of  your lipstick.”<br/><br/>Darcy stared at the closing door as if it had answers for her.<br/><br/>“Something happened. Something out of the ordinary. We picked the wrong person for this little recruiting session. But no matter. Come Zanzibar. Out there is more fresh meat and I’m feeling famished.”<br/><br/>Together, they left the men’s room, staring down any one who looked at them in curiosity. They made their way through the open bar’s gathering room, singling out giddy females and the two men who were practically salivating over Zanzibar. One whisper, one touch and this menagerie fell into step with them. Darcy was taking no more chances. She casts a spell and the lot of them were transported to their lavish room with the big round bed spread with satin sheets and appointed with leather restraints. This night would bring out the desired effects. What was one defeat amid such glorious victory?