Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 (9 page)

“Well, since I got my appetite for
food from you, it might have been nice if you mentioned what I
could actually handle,” he says throwing his one bite short
cheeseburger out the open window.

“What did you just do? You
littered. You are as bad as all the papers say,” I comment still
chuckling.

“I am so happy you find me amusing.
We are pretty close, have you picked up anything yet?” he
asks.

“Don't think so. All I can smell is
baked bread and with your cinnamony flavoring it has me wondering
is a cinnamon roll would taste good. I am guessing there, for some
reason, is a baker in the neighborhood getting a jump on things,” I
reply.

“Just for giggles, why don't we
follow the smell? Maybe I can see what your face looks like when
eating something new and different,” he says.

I find it odd that in a closed
vehicle I am actually able to smell something other than cinnamon.
Must be this ramped up new nose. I do as he instructs and end up
parked at the edge of a forest.

“So what are we
looking for, the witch's house from
 
Hansel and
Gretel
?” I ask trying to look through
the trees.

“Highly doubtful, love,” he says
taking my hand. “This is where the fun begins. Keep following the
smell and see where it leads.”

“I am looking for a target, not a
fricken bakery. Let's go back to town and show his picture
around.”

“You said it yourself, you are good
at tracking. Follow the scent,” he says sternly.

“Woof,” I reply and run off into
the woods. At this point, I am not sure if I care that Sebastian
follows. He is being a bit of a dick.

Without vampire speed, I run slower
than I would like, but quickly track down the source of the scent.
I enter a small clearing and find a man sitting on a rock looking
at me expectantly.

“Babe, you made it. I heard the
contract went out a few hours ago and wasn't sure if you would be
here tonight or tomorrow, so I have been waiting around,” he
replies. It would seem I have stumbled on my target without even
trying.

“I have promised to make this
quick, so for now I am ignoring that you called me babe. Alexander
Graham Monroe you are sentenced for death for taking three human
children's lives. A jury of your peers has already convicted you. I
am just here to carry out the execution. In the name of the Grand
Collective, I remove you from this world to make it a better place
for others,” I say and take out my Beretta. Without further ado, I
pull the trigger and watch as the bullet hits him in the arm. Dang
it he moved, but no matter the silver is in him. The death will
just be a little slower than I anticipated.

“Now you've done it. Since you
brought your friend,” Alexander says tipping his head towards
Sebastian who has made it to the clearing, “I have to assume you
are being followed. Things would have been easier if you had come
alone. At least, that is how I always pictured our first
meeting.”

I stare at him harshly. “Me being
followed shouldn't be your concern. I just shot you with a silver
bullet, so you don't have all that much time left on this
earth.”

“One would think that was true with
me being a werewolf and all. Luckily, I have an ace up my sleeve.
Since we are being closed in upon, why don't we carry over this
conversation to tomorrow night? Try to lose the tail and meet me at
Molly's at one. Day or night, it doesn't matter, I will be there at
both times. I suppose you can bring your friend if you choose the
night option, but I wouldn't mind meeting alone,” he says just
before shifting into a pitch black wolf and running off into the
woods.

“Time to go,” Sebastian announces
and then grabs me and pushes off the ground to launch us into the
air as enormous wings spring from his back.

“Holy crap. Why are we in the air?”
I ask wrapping my arms tighter around his neck.

“The mutt was right. Collective
agents were closing in. We are going to need to lose them tonight.
It wasn't bad on the road because they were just reporting back a
location, but since I am under the assumption they are out for
blood now, we are going to need to be more careful,” he
answers.

“How do you know they are out for
blood? They might have just wanted to make sure the job was done
and take back the goo for evidence,” I say.

“I have my reasons; you will find
those out tomorrow. Until then, we need to find a place to stay and
figure out where Molly's is. I am not aware of one here in Emerald
Town.”

“I am hoping you have ideas on
places to stay because I don't know of anything other than a hotel
and with the Collective on our asses I am guessing that would be
the first place they looked,” I supply.

“I have numerous acquaintances in
the city. We should be able to find a place to lay low. There are a
few tunnels that I am aware of that we can probably use to get out
of town even,” he flies us deep into the heart of the city and then
lands on one of the tallest buildings.

“Are you going to go all King Kong
on me now?” I ask.

“No, hurry get inside, so we are
off the radar,” he says pulling me to a door. I notice that his
wings have already retracted. I cannot wait to see what mine will
look like. In the dark, I couldn't really see his.

He leads me through a maze of
hallways and stairs before arriving at a door with a number eight
on it. There, he does this weird little secret knock and waits for
acknowledgment from the other side.

“What's the password?” a male voice
asks from the other side of the door.

“Open the door now Smitty, I don't
have all day,” Sebby replies.

“Are you sure Sebastian, because if
I remember right, the day hasn't given you too many issues for a
while now,” the man replies, but is smart enough to open the
door.

I am dragged inside and placed in a
corner while Sebastian turns to stand in front of me.

“Mine,” he says before anyone can
say another word.

“You actually brought her here.
That is a little bit surprising. I figured you would keep her
hidden from me forever,” the man says. With the Sebastian wall in
front of me, I cannot get a look at our host.

“No time for fun and games this
time Smitty. I just wanted to clarify that she is my girlfriend
before I introduce you,” Sebastian tells him.

“Girlfriend, really? I know you
mentioned that you were interested in someone, but I didn't know it
had gotten to that stage just yet,” Smitty replies.

“Yeah, where did the girlfriend
label come from?” I ask tired of their five seconds of bickering.
“I cannot say that I ever agreed to be called that.”

Sebastian turns to face me and
probably tell me to save it for later, but before he can, Smitty
yells, “Oh shit! You brought Nyx Slaughter into my house. Are you
insane?”

He disappears for a second and
returns with a gun in his hand pointing it in my direction. I just
roll my eyes. I am used to people running in fear, but they usually
don't arm themselves.

“Really? What do you have in the
gun? For some reason, I have a feeling only rubber bullets would
work on me right now,” I say laughing while thinking this is where
Sebastian thought we would be safe.

“Currently they are silver, so I
imagine they will work on you,” Smitty replies.

“Like I said, rubber bullets are
currently your best bet in caliber. I imagine a hatchet would
probably scare me more than the gun,” I say.

“You are not killing her. There are
so many reasons why you aren't, but at the top of the list
currently is the fact that it would kill me too,” Sebastian states.
“Can you imagine how the state of our movement will be stunted
without me around?”

“Oh shit!” he yells again. I have a
feeling it is a favorite phrase. “The only way that is possible is
if you bonded with her and I know you are not a big enough idiot to
do something as stupid as bonding with Nyx Slaughter.”

“Hey Smitty, we agree on something.
I had the same reaction when he told me what he had done. I mean,
he has to have a death wish, right?” I ask.

“I would prefer if you pretend you
don't know my name,” is his reply.

“How about we lower the weapon?” I
ask. “You may not love me, but everyone loves Sebby and we don't
want him going hungry.”

Defeated Smitty switches the safety
on and sticks the gun into his waistband. It gives me a chance to
actually take a look at the guy without the imminent threat of a
bullet. He is tall, probably just six feet. He has sandy brown hair
and blue eyes. With his pretty boy face, he is the exact opposite
of Sebastian. More a cheerleader's wet dream than a Goth
girl's.

“How long?” Smitty asks.

“Three years. She has only found
out about it in the last twenty-four hours, though,” Sebastian
replies.

“That is just wrong man. She is
enemy number one. Why would you tie yourself to her?”

“Have you not smelled her, yet? I
would think my original reason for doing so would be obvious. Aside
from that, I do actually love her,” Sebastian says grabbing my
hand.

“Seriously, dude? I have known you
six hundred years and you are claiming you did this because you
love someone? Do I need to start listing off names?” he
asks.

“See I knew it, you have been in
love before and this is all because of the shiny toy feeling,” I
say.

“Love, we have gone over this. I
cannot lie to you; we have already run that test. Shiny toy feeling
left the building long ago,” he says trying to calm me.

“Have your lovers’ spat later, why
does she smell so strong of wolf if she has been hanging around
you? You don't usually play with the beastlies,” Smitty
states.

For some reason the room has
started getting really warm. I am not feeling all that great and I
hope this conversation is going to be at an end soon because I
think I may just throw up.

“I was afraid of this,” Sebastian
says. “Smitty, we will be back to talk in a second, but we need
some privacy for about five minutes.” He quickly lifts me and runs
into a room slamming the door behind us.

“What's wrong?” I ask. The quick
movement didn't really help the way I feel. I am definitely
sweating now which I didn't think a vampire tended to
do.

“You need to feed now,” Sebastian
says lifting me up. “Wrap your legs around me. Since I let you
choose wrist years ago, my choice is neck, so get
going.”

“But baby fangs aren't out. I don't
know how to do it.” I whine feeling sicker by the
second.

“Just put your nose in close to my
neck and inhale,” he says tilting his head to the right.

I do as instructed and breathe in
his cinnamony goodness. “Yum,” I whisper rubbing my nose against
his neck. Just the concentrated smell is making me feel not quite
so bad.

I feel my gums tingling, so I open
my mouth and start sucking on his vein to make it easier to get
to.

“That's it, love. You are a
natural,” Sebastian says in a hoarse voice.

When I start to roll his vein
around with my tongue, I decide it's probably safe to bite, so I
slowly sink my little baby fangs into his skin. The second the
blood hits my tongue, I am in ecstasy. My lady parts literally
explode with pleasure.

“Perfect, that is just perfect,” I
hear Sebastian say as I start to feel him move our bodies against
each other causing some delicious friction. “See if you can't go
just a little deeper.” I bite down harder as instructed. “Oh God
that's it. Take as much as you need, love. Make sure you get good
and full.”

At this point, he is moving our
bodies together so quickly and roughly, I am about to climax again.
I have sat on his lap a few times, but usually when he feeds were
aren't touching this intimately, so there has never been the
friction component. It is a factor I may have to insist on in the
future.

“Sweet baby Jesus!” I yell
releasing my grip and hitting an octave, I didn't know I had. At
the same moment, Sebastian suddenly stops moving and is holding me
up while his body convulses.

After a few moments of deep
cleansing breaths, he lowers me to the ground.

“Wait, I didn't do anything to
close it,” I say when my feet touch the carpet.

“No need. Super old vampire here, I
heal immediately,” he says picking me up again anyway. “But I did
forget how much I love to taste myself on your lips.” He proceeds
to crush his lips to mine and work his tongue into my mouth and
playfully toys with my fangs.

A knock on the door startles us
into separating. “It sounded like a fascinating show and all, but
could you guys come out so we can finish our conversation?” Smitty
asks.

Drat, dang vampire hearing. As
lively and fun as our talk earlier seemed, I can just imagine how
the end of the talk will be after two thirds of the participants
just took a break to pleasure themselves.