Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 (8 page)

“Takes one to know one,” I say
sticking out my tongue. “Now that I have closed our bond, are you
still worried about me meeting this guy? I have a feeling that
might have made a difference.”

“I still don’t want you to meet
him. He was going to tell you about what I had done. Since he
cannot exactly do that, anymore, I don’t imagine he will change how
you view me. I have already taken care of making you upset with me.
I still feel threatened by him, but won’t go into detail why,” he
states.

“You know that is silly, right? You
have said it yourself we have to stick together now or we will
die,” I remind him.

“Yes, but you may take things back
to the way they were when you just stopped by every few weeks. I
was hoping you moving in here was a turning point in our
relationship, but I am afraid my underhandedness has set us back,”
he says.

“Since you could feel my emotions,
you knew how I felt before your big reveal. You knew that I was
thrilled we were what I thought was mates and was totally ready to
see where this ship takes us. You revealing that you pretty much
caused this did anger me, and I am still angry, but mostly because
you are an idiot and endangered yourself. Either way you look at
it, we still aren’t jumping into bed together to try to make little
vampire babies. Not that I am even sure that is possible, because
from what I have heard it is not. So, enough with relationship woes
for now, let’s go kill us a bad guy,” I say springing into
action.

Chapter 8

Road trip fun

I quickly change, in the bathroom,
into one of my assassin outfits, since we are going to a paranorm
community, I don’t have to worry about concealing my weapons, which
always makes me happy. Thankfully, the artillery I want to take
tonight are pieces I have multiples of, so they were packed in my
duffle bag.

I put on my skintight black jeans.
The material is a little bit stretchier than a normal jeans and
they may not even be considered jeans in some circles. The material
is specially woven to make it harder for bullets to penetrate, but
still flexible enough for me to move around easily. My top is made
of the same material and is a long-sleeved V-neck.

With clothing in place, I add my
thigh sheaths for my throwing knives. Tonight, I am carrying the
whole enchilada with six in each sheath. One set is silver and the
other is iron. I, then, wiggle into my triple holster. It is kind
of like putting a vest on. The right side of it has one holster for
my Smith & Wesson 9mm automatic and the left has two holsters,
one for my Colt 1911 and the other for my Beretta. The Colt has a
special bullet that stops vampires in its tracks. The others carry
silver. Technically no vampires are on my list tonight, but along
with the iron knives, I am prepared for practically anything that
jumps in my path.

Everything else I need is in my
vehicle, so I am good to go. “Have I ever told you how sexy you
look in that outfit?” Sebastian asks standing in the
doorway.

“You actually have once or twice,”
I say moving to exit the bathroom. “I just remembered that my
chains are probably still nasty from last night, so we will have to
make a pit stop somewhere to get them taken care of.”

“Already taken care of. I had one
of my day runners get it cleaned up. On the way from co-Hab to
here, I had to hold my breath the smell was so bad. Other than the
last known location, do you have any other details on your target?”
he asks.

“Nope, that is usually all it
takes. I am usually pretty good at picking up a trail. I am hoping
any new abilities that come with baby fangs will only make it
easier. We really do need to sit down so I can figure out what I
can expect. I don’t imagine I will be running around and flying
like you immediately, but I know you do those things.”

“No, probably not, but as I have
said you are a unique situation. Maybe when you finish this mission
we can do that sparring I suggested when you moved here. That will
teach you what it is like to fight a real vampire. So far, I
imagine you haven’t met anyone over the age of two hundred,” he
says.

“Sounds like a plan. So, how are
you getting out of here if no one knows you are here?” I
ask.

“Meet me at Sins,” he says and then
vanishes.

Freaky. I retrace my steps from
last night and make it to the Suburban without any difficulties. I
make the ten block drive over to Sins and see Sebastian waiting in
the parking lot. I pause long enough for him to jump in and then
start towards Emerald Town. It is a three-hour drive, so we have
plenty of time.

“Safe?” I ask wondering if we can
talk in the car.

“Yes, I had the day runner install
some extra sound proofing. No one will hear us,” he
claims.

“Good. So, are you up to answering
some questions?”

“You need to be more informed, so I
think that would be a good idea,” he says.

“As far as abilities, I was
wondering about your clairvoyance. How exactly does that
work?”

“It isn’t really anything that is
predictable or reliable. With free will, it is always changing. I
see glimpses from time to time, if I concentrate on a person, of
things that may happen in their future. I, by no means, see
everything. I didn’t see us in the situation for one. Your choice
to bite me changed the path I saw you on. You will still end up at
the execution for this target, but the circumstances have changed.
If I wouldn’t have mentioned it to you at all, you may have just
been done with the Collective after last night and would have never
met him,” he explains. “I guess what happens after this mission is
done really is my fault.”

“Nothing is going to happen. I go
in read my lines and kill the guy. If you want, I won’t even ask if
he has any last requests. That way he isn’t given a chance to
talk,” I say.

He laughs. “I would love to see you
try to do that. I have a feeling this guy is a talker. No matter
what, you and me will remain in each other’s lives, so I can live
with that. No one can technically take you from me without killing
us both, so that will have to be good enough.”

“No wonder I never spent more than
a couple hours with you. You are really morose and it is really
annoying,” I state.

“It is just the situation I find
myself in. You just watch, once this is over I will be my cheery
self again. In fact, I will be so cheery you will probably be
complaining about that. Why don’t you move on to other questions? I
don’t imagine glimpses of the future are in your future,” he
says.

“Fine. It was just the one that
seemed unique to you, so I wanted to know more. Lay it on me about
the rest. Smell is already coming online. When can expect hearing,
speed, strength, wings and whatever other things you can think of
normal vampires have?” I ask.

“I will say you already have a jump
up on most. Your diet and your sensitivity to light are two biggies
most other vampires will never see. Since you didn’t die to become
a vampire, you will be able to walk in the daylight, I am pretty
sure. It took me many centuries to even be able to stand some level
of ultra violet rays. As far as the other things you listed, yes,
those are typical and you may start seeing them surface in the next
month, or you may not. Everyone is different and usually they start
out weak and you have to train yourself to use them fully,” he
explains.

“I already know the myths about
wooden stakes to the heart are false, but you are confirming
sunlight is deadly?”

“For the majority, it isn’t really
deadly, but they will get burned horribly and if they stand in it
long enough they will not be able to recover. Infants usually are
scorched the second they step outside. They are actually the most
vulnerable to the myths. If I was able to lie you, I would insert a
joke about garlic being able to ward them off, but sadly I cannot,”
he replies.

“That is actually pretty funny. So,
what kind of things have you wanted to lie to me about before or
have just plain kept from me?” I ask.

“Let’s see, I neglected to tell you
I had bonded with you against your will. Oh wait, you already know
that one. Most of the things I have kept are things I see in the
future and my real opinions on the Collective. I didn’t want to
influence your path, so I kept that information to myself. As far
as not talking to keep me from covering lies, I actually cannot
think of anything specific. It was never anything major. I mean, I
kept quiet about my age the few times you have asked me. Just
little things like that.”

“Okay that doesn’t seem too bad. No
disgruntled girlfriends coming out of the woodwork?”

“No serious relationships within
the last century, so you should be safe there. I already know I
have Ryan to worry about on your side and I can only imagine how
fun that will be when he finds out what I did. The anger I was
expecting from you is going to be about a thousand times stronger
in him,” he says laughing. “From what you have mentioned and what I
heard last night, the boy has turned your fake relationship into a
real one. I, of course, see the logistics behind it, I mean you are
awesome, but he is rather delusional. Someone needs to hurry up and
find him his real mate before he goes off the deep end.”

“Maybe with me away from the
Collective he will have that opportunity. So, what are we going to
do about our relationship getting out in the open? I won’t be
working for the Collective anymore, but I do think I want to
continue doing assassination jobs. I get a lot of requests that I
have been turning down. Now with some more free time, I can
potentially use my skills to help others,” I tell him.

“I have no
problem shouting from the rooftop that you are with me. You not
being associated with the Collective probably doesn’t hurt, but I
imagine eventually people will realize that I have been your
accomplice. Of course, they won’t figure that out until they stop
scratching their heads on how in the world goodie two-shoe assassin
extraordinaire, Nyx Slaughter, ended up slumming it with the likes
of Sebastian deYork, the king of all things wrong in this world.
Can you just imagine the headlines?
 
The Incorruptible
Corrupted, Opposites Attract
,
 
Holy Cow! What is wrong with this
picture?
” he says laughing
hysterically.

“Seriously, you aren’t that bad and
I am not that good,” I say.

“Did you know there are rumors out
there that you are so on the straight and narrow that the
Collective handed you down an order to kill your father and you did
it? I have never brought that up because you have said you don’t
know about your biological parents, but I do find it to be an
interesting statement,” he replies.

“At the present moment I choose not
to comment,” I say and with my lack of comment, I am probably
saying more than I should.

“Interesting reply. I have a
feeling at least part of that statement is true and before the end
of the night, I will know which part,” he says
cryptically.

“Once we are in a place that I am
for sure is secure, I may just let you in on some secrets of my
own. I don’t know a lot about much, but there are a few things you
may be interested to know,” I reply.

“You know I love it when you are
mysterious. I am in no hurry to hear your secrets and if this
vehicle is not secure we are in a lot of trouble because we have
been followed most of the way. They picked us up just outside of
town.”

“I figured as much, but have
enjoyed living on the dangerous side. What we have said, so far,
only affects you and me. I can live with any of the repercussions
and anyone that has something to say about what we have been
discussing can take it up with me. Other people are not as
resourceful and I always champion the underdog.”

“See, the kick ass assassin with a
heart. That is what everyone sees when they look at you. It is kind
of an oxymoron if you think about it. Usually for that occupation
the heart has been removed,” he says.

“I know for sure no one sees me
having a heart, you are so full of it. Lucky you are going to be
able to see what I am really like, since we are living together
now. Let me just say that I clean up nice for the public, but after
being raised as an outsider, I don’t walk down the straight and
narrow as much as people think,” I assert.

“Oh love, this is going to be so
much fun. Why don’t you pull over and get some gas? I have the
munchies and that gas station up ahead is attached to a McDonald’s.
I can finally try a real cheeseburger and see how it compares,” he
says smiling.

I have a feeling he is going to be
sorely disappointed, but do as he directs. 

Chapter 9

What do you do when bullets aren't
enough?

“Oh my God, your face,” I manage to
get out in between laughs. We are still sitting in the McDonald's
parking lot. It is just after midnight, so it is pretty much
empty.

“You could have warned me,” he says
cringing at the thought of his Big Mac.

“I could have, but first what fun
would that be? And second, how was I supposed to know that your
palette would reflect mine? I have never been able to handle
processed foods, so fast food has always been a no-no for me.” I
start the vehicle back up and get back on the road. We are only
thirty minutes from Emerald Town and I would like to hurry up and
find the trail.