Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 (3 page)

“If you need any help with those
bribes, let me know. I have a feeling you will be a good
investment,” Sebastian said rising quickly and going to the door.
“Before you go, we should probably exchange numbers, so we are able
to keep contact.”

It was a good idea, so I got my
phone out ready to enter his information. “Just in case either of
our phones is compromised we should probably come up with code
names, then you aren’t immediately linked to me.”

“Great idea,” he said after
thinking for a second. “How about this, you can call me Hawk in all
of our communications and I will call you Cheeseburger?”

“You are joking, right?
Cheeseburger. Can’t you come up with something a little more, I
don’t know, sexy?”

“No, I think Cheeseburger is
perfect. I have never been able to taste one before and as much as
the humans go on about them, I am sure that is just what you taste
like. You have a kind of special sauce taste going for you,” he
said with a wink.

“Whatever,” I said ready to leave
his presence after that remark. We exchanged numbers and I
hurriedly made my way back to the front of the building without his
assistance.

Over the years, it turned out that
he didn’t call me once a week. It ended up being once every three
weeks or so. I imagine during the down time he has had other people
to snack on and that is fine with me. No matter how sexual in
nature the feedings are, we aren’t exactly romantically involved.
He is well aware that I have a fake boyfriend in the Collective
community and I don’t know for sure, but I imagine he has a harem
of women just waiting at his beck and call.

It has actually been a month since
our last meeting for this purpose and with how busy I have been I
am happy he has been able to find other sources. I pull up into my
usual parking spot a couple blocks away from Sins. With how
recognizable I have become these days, I have had to work at
concealing myself from wandering eyes. I put on my blonde wig and
blue contacts which is a total one eighty from my usual long black
hair and dark brown eyes. The curls on the wig tend to make me want
to vomit, but no one would expect me to look like this.

I climb in the back of the Suburban
and quickly change into an outfit more fitting of the environment.
The bright pink, plastic mini dress is another thing people would
not expect to find in my black outfit laden closet, but it fits
well with the wig. One of these days, we will have to find a more
beneficial place to conduct these meetings, but in the past three
years neither of us has come up with a good solution.

For now, I climb out of the van
putting on gold sparkly stilettos that may or may not have knives
that shoot out of the heels. Hey, besides the little bit of space
under my wig, where I hide a small gun, there isn’t a whole ton of
room for weapons in this outfit and even with Sebastian’s
protection, I have to be ready to throw down in case anyone
recognizes me.

I walk down the street allowing my
hips to sway and ingrain myself into the persona I become in this
outfit. If anyone asks, I am Kitty and I can make anyone purr
within minutes. Yeah, I know, it makes me vomit every time I think
about it, but it is necessary. There is a lot of vomiting going on
in my mind right now.

Chapter 3

Just a little midnight snack

As usual, when I walk through the
doors of Sins, the smell of sweat and perfume assails my nose. It
always turns my stomach and tends to make me want to immediately
leave. With the amount of sweat and the temperature in the building
it feels humid and sweat humidity is really nasty. The scenes
before me are uninteresting. It must be Beginner’s Night at Sins.
Sebby, my personal nickname for Sebastian, doesn’t want to scare
away potential customers, so things tend to be tame at least one
night a week.

The walls of the place are
different shades of red and pink with the overhead lighting casting
red shades throughout the room. The floor is black and white tile,
but other than that the pink and red theme carries through the
showroom. It kind of reminds you of someone eating a Valentine’s
Day cupcake and throwing it up on every available surface. There
are pink couches and pink comforter coated beds spaced around the
floor with red dividers interspersed giving couples or groups that
want a little privacy the illusion that it exists.

If you cannot tell, it isn’t my
idea of cute decorating. I guess I shouldn’t really talk, though,
because I come in wearing a pink dress to only add to the vomit.
That is probably part of the reason I usually wear this color here.
If I want to disappear, I just have to go stand up against one of
the walls.

I carefully make my way towards the
back of the building doing my best not to draw attention to myself.
It usually isn’t hard because people are either watching or a part
of one of the shows going on. Today is no different and I easily
make my way to his office. When I arrive I knock softly as a
courtesy. Sebastian already knows I am here.

“Come in, lover,” I hear him say
softly and I open the door.

The place hasn’t really changed
much since the first time I visited. In fact, other than a few
personal photos he has put on his desk, it is the exact same. Oddly
enough, the photos are of me and him, but none of the photos
actually show my face and some are in my disguises to give the
illusion they are of more than one girl.

“You know I hate it when you call
me that,” I say taking a seat next to him on the sofa allowing him
to wrap his arms around my shoulders as he pulls me close and
smells my hair.

“I know and it is because you don’t
think the term applies in our situation, but I beg to differ. So,
did you have any trouble with your target tonight?” he asks giving
me a quick kiss on the neck.

“Does it smell that bad?” I ask
aware that I must have left over werewolf guts on my hands or
something from picking up my chains.

“To someone without my acute sense
of smell probably not, but to me it is a little rancid. Do you want
to wash up first? Are you in a hurry to get back to the
Collective?” he asks.

“A shower would be great if you
don’t mind waiting. I had no other plans for tonight, so I was
actually glad to see your text. Ryan has been acting weirder than
usual and I was hoping to spend most of my time out this evening,”
I say standing up and heading towards the secret panel leading to
his living quarters. “Can I trust you to stay out of the bathroom
like a good boy or do I need to lock the doors?”

“I am always a good boy around you,
my love. Go clean up, then we can enjoy the night without having to
smell dead werewolf,” he says not moving from his spot.

The plan sounds good to me, so I
quickly make my way to the bathroom grabbing a pair of black
workout clothes, which I leave over in case I want to change. I
shimmy out of the dress and chuck the wig off to the side and jump
in his very large and awe inspiring shower.

After I wet my hair, I glance at my
options for shampoo. Sebastian loves different scents, so he has a
wide variety. I find a coconut pineapple variety that I don’t
remember seeing before and decide to go ahead and give it a try.
The bottle feels full. I am guessing it really is a newer
purchase.

I soap up my body making sure to
get everything cleaned, especially under my nails where guts like
to hide. When I finish, I step out of the shower and grab my towel.
Yes, it is my towel; it even says Cheeseburger on it. Isn’t that
romantic? I dry off and throw my sweats on not bothering with
underwear. I wrap the towel around my long hair and leave my wig,
dress and shoes to retrieve later.

I walk out of the bathroom into
Sebastian’s bedroom and find him lying on the bed. It doesn’t
really shock me these days. I am just happy to see he has remained
in the majority of his clothing. His shirt must have spontaneously
combusted on his way in, though.

I settle in on what is considered
my side of the bed while I am here. “Better?” I ask.

“You used the new shampoo that I
got for you. I like it and yes, you smell much better. So, do you
want to tell me why you are avoiding your ‘boyfriend’? I can only
hope he has offended you in some way that you are finally ready to
end the charade,” he says rolling over to face me.

“I would love to end it. He has
gotten way too wrapped up in the acting and has started carrying it
over behind closed doors,” I tell him.

“That sounds like we have an issue.
I am okay with sharing you to keep the idiots from making
derogatory comments about you because they seem to upset you, but I
will not allow him to have any other part of you,” he says
angrily.

“I think you are getting a little
possessive of your dinner there, buddy. Plus, this day in age
anyone making fun of me is just a tad bit moronic, if they do it
within my hearing range. Your anger, though, is kind of sexy. You
don’t usually get worked up over such little things,” I say
brushing my hand across his cheek.

“We both know, love, that you are
more than just a meal to me. You have been from almost the very
start,” he says leaning down to kiss my forehead. “If the boy makes
too much of a nuisance for you, just pack your things up and move
here with me. You can still pick up their little contracts, without
having to be under their watchful eye. I have even offered you the
head security position here, if you want to get out of the assassin
business altogether.”

“I know and you are a sweetheart
for giving me options. I will talk with Ryan tonight and see if we
cannot get this worked out. It’s been the only home I have known my
whole life. Even with the way the others act around me, it would be
really hard to leave,” I tell him.

“I just want to make sure you don’t
forget those options exist. So, aside from pea for brains, how have
things been going for you? We haven’t had a nice sit down, or lie
down, talk for a while. You have been so busy that I didn’t want to
bother you.”

“I trust Hamburger and Milkshake
have kept you nourished without me,” I say with a laugh. “Things
have been good. Lots of paranorms acting out right now, so I have
been spending most of my time seeking the riffraff out. Got a short
trip to Paris out of the deal running one of them to
ground.”

“I am guessing you didn’t actually
get a chance to enjoy the scenery. Maybe sometime we should take a
vacation there. Get away from the dreary underground of Night Owl
City and spread our wings.” This is a new tactic. He hasn’t ever
tried to get me to go on vacation with him before. It is somewhat
intriguing. “And just for the record, I am surprised you haven’t
figured it out, there is no Hamburger and Milkshake around when you
are off crime fighting. That would feel like cheating and I find
that very distasteful.”

I stare it for a full minute after
that comment. What is it about the guys in my life revealing things
I am not sure I want to know? First Ryan acts like we are a real
couple and now this.

“There is no way that is possible.
Vampires have to feed every day to even function. You wouldn’t be
here talking to me, if you hadn’t fed in the last
month.”

“Well yes, most vampires would need
to feed that often, but I have two things going for me that make it
so daily feedings aren’t necessary. One I am old, really old. I
don’t go around town telling people my exact age, but suffice it to
say I am probably the oldest vampire anyone can find. Because of my
age, even when we first met I only had to feed once a week. From
the beginning you were always meant to be my only source of
nutrition.

“The second reason I can go so long
is your blood itself. I didn’t realize it at first, but eventually
I started testing how long I could go without having to call you.
As you can see, we are up to a month now and I called you more
tonight because I missed you than really having to eat. Don’t get
me wrong, I still hope to have a bite of my cheeseburger, but I
wouldn’t go insane or weak without it,” he says lifting up my arm
and smelling my bloodlines.

“Seriously, I am the only vintage
you have tasted in about three years? You don’t even take that
much. I guess I hang out with more werewolves than vampires, but it
just seems odd,” I say as he starts licking my arm. “I would think
you needed more.”

“You should stay away from other
vampires when not in my presence. I don’t think it would have the
same effect on them, but I don’t want to chance someone else
finding out about you. This vintage is one that I have bought the
entire stock of,” he says as he sinks his fangs into my
wrist.

Briefly pondering why he thinks he
is special, I am quickly wrapped up in the normal feelings that
come with Sebastian eating his dinner. He quickly figured out how
to make it so we both feel completion during our intense feedings.
Like usual, the second he bites down I am taken to a world so full
of pleasure a tornado could rip the building to shreds around us
and I wouldn’t care.

“Oh God yes,” I hear Sebastian
scream as he releases my arm.

I become aware enough to realize
that at some point during his snack, I grabbed his arm and bit down
hard enough to draw blood myself and am now slowly having my own
unexpected meal. I quickly release the arm and try to figure out
how and why that happened.