Secret Life Of A Vampire (24 page)

“Welcome to Wolf Ridge.” A tall man with thick gray hair and amber eyes stood behind a desk, wearing a police uniform and a grim expression. “Everyone around here calls me Chief.”

Jack glanced at the empty jail cell behind him. “You're the chief of police here?”

“Yes, and pack master.” The werewolf extended a hand toward Phil. “It's good to meet you. I know your father.”

“I'm sure you do,” Phil muttered and shook Chief's hand. “This is Jack from Venice.”

Chief eyed Jack warily as he shook his hand. “My sons and I found the dead girl in the woods. I think one of your kind killed her. She has tooth marks on her neck, and she's completely drained of blood.”

Jack ground his teeth. “The vampire who killed her is not one of my kind. I only drink synthetic blood, and
I protect mortals from those who would kill them for a meal.”

Chief nodded. “Good. I don't allow my pack to attack mortals, either.”

“We need to see the compound you discovered.” Jack called Robby and Phineas, and the two Vamps teleported there.

Chief looked them over. “So we have a vampire from Venice, one from Scotland in a kilt, and one from… ?”

“The Bronx,” Phineas finished the werewolf's sentence. “You got a problem with that?”

“No.” Chief smiled. “I'll take you to the compound. If there's a vampire there who's killing women, I want him stopped, too.”

Chief led them out the door, and they all piled into his SUV. Thirty minutes later, they arrived at Chief's hunting cabin, deep in the forest.

“I'll take you the rest of the way on foot.” Chief stepped behind the big hood of the SUV and removed his uniform. “It'll be faster for us wolves if we shift.” He glanced at Phil. “Ready?”

Phil's jaw shifted. “I'll stay as I am.”

Chief winced. “Sorry. I got the impression that—”

“Don't mention it,” Phil grumbled. “I'll be right behind you all. And I'll bring your clothes.”

“Thanks.” Chief left his clothes stacked on the hood. As he walked toward the woods, his body began to waver. Within a few seconds, he had shifted into a large, gray wolf.

“Holy shit,” Phineas said. “That was fast.”

“He's an Alpha.” Phil grabbed the police chief's clothes. “They can shift easily at any time. He doesn't need a full moon.”

“Oh.” Phineas glanced up at the crescent moon. “So I guess you're not—”

“Enough,” Robby interrupted. He pointed at Chief, who was already loping into the forest. “Let's go.”

The three Vamps dashed after the running wolf. Phil sprinted along behind.

After a few miles, they arrived at the compound. Jack grinned when he saw the Greek temple. I've got you now, Apollo.

“Bingo,” Phineas breathed. “This has got to be it.”

Chief sat on his haunches, panting, with his tongue hanging out.

“As soon as Phil catches up, there'll be five of us,” Robby said. “We could attack right away.”

It was tempting, so tempting to rush in and rescue Lara. But was it wise? “We can't be sure how many vampires are in there,” Jack said. “We know Apollo has at least one accomplice. There could be more.”

He walked slowly around the compound, keeping to the woods. The others followed. He wished he could send a psychic message to Lara that he had arrived, but he didn't dare. Vampire telepathy was like broadcasting on a radio. Every vampire in the vicinity would hear it.

Phil arrived. He set Chief's clothes behind a tree, and the wolf shifted back to human form.

Phil eyed the compound. “This looks like the right place. It's got to be, since one of the missing girls was found close by.”

“Yes, but I want more information before we attack.” Jack spotted two guards. “Mortals. Armed with swords.”

“I bet they're heavily under vampire control,” Robby said. “They may be programmed to kill the women and themselves if the compound is breached.”

“Shit,” Phineas muttered. “That's cold.”

“You could be right.” Chief rounded the tree, buttoning his shirt. “I doubt this guy will want to leave any witnesses. Come, I want to show you something.”

Chief led them through the woods till they came upon a dirt road and a gate. “This leads to another town, a mortal one, about thirty miles from here. I think the town is delivering food supplies here.”

“Really?” Jack turned to Phil. “How would you like a new job?” With vampire control, it would be easy enough to convince a store manager that Phil was their new delivery man.

Phil nodded. “Sounds good. But I would be here during the day when the vampires are in their death-sleep. I may not be able to find out much.”

“I'll come here at night to find out more,” Jack said.

“Ye're thinking of going under cover?” Robby frowned at him. “I doona like it, Jack. Ye've killed enough Malcontents that they know yer name. And Apollo saw you for just a second before he teleported away.”

“That's all right.” Jack smiled. “I can change my name and my looks. I know a really good hairdresser in Massachusetts.”

The next day, when Lara was helping Cook clean up after lunch, she thought she heard the sound of an automobile engine. She grinned with relief.

Cook frowned in confusion. “This isn't delivery day. But I guess I'd better unlock the back door.” She wandered into the back storeroom with a key.

Lara looked around frantically. She ripped a paper towel off the roll and grabbed a bottle of ketchup. She squeezed a small drop onto the tip of her finger, then wrote Help! Bring police on the paper towel.

She flapped the towel in the air, so it would dry quickly. Then she folded it and slipped it inside the bodice of her white gown.

She found Cook standing by the open back door. In the distance, she spotted a delivery van parked on the other side of the gate. The driver, a young man dressed in jeans and a flannel shirt, was opening the gate.

She ran toward him.

“Stop!” Cook yelled. “We're not supposed to be seen.”

The driver moved toward her, watching her carefully with his light blue eyes. “Can I help you, miss?”

“Yes!” Lara slowed down and reached inside her bodice. “We need—”

“Maiden!” a guard's voice bellowed behind her.

She stopped short, six feet from the delivery man. Damn! She couldn't pass him the note without being seen.

“Maiden, return to the kitchen immediately!” the guard shouted.

She glanced back. It was the head guard with the squeaky sandal. He was followed by two more guards. She shot one last pleading look at the delivery man. “We're prisoners,” she mouthed, hoping he would understand.

His blue eyes narrowed, and he nodded ever so slightly.

Lara ran back to the kitchen.

“Oh no,” Cook muttered. “You're in big trouble now.”

Squeaky Sandal marched up to the delivery man. “What's going on here? You're not the usual driver. And we're not expecting a delivery for two more days.”

The delivery guy shrugged, apparently unfazed by the head guard's beefy muscles and belligerent attitude. Lara smiled to herself. The guard would be a lot more ominous if he didn't squeak with every other step.

“Look, buddy.” The delivery man crossed his arms over his broad chest. “The regular guy quit, and I'm going on vacation tomorrow. So there won't be any more deliveries for two weeks. Take it or leave it.”

Squeaky glared at the delivery man. “All right. Pull the van up closer to the kitchen.”

The delivery guy jumped back into the van and drove closer to the kitchen. To Lara's dismay, there was no writing on the van. She had hoped to catch the name of a local town.

“Stop!” Squeaky yelled, and the van halted.

The two other guards opened the back of the van and began unloading. The driver grabbed a box and strode toward the kitchen.

“Stop.” Squeaky held up a hand. “You cannot enter.” He took the box and brought it into the storeroom.

Damn. Lara had hoped the driver would come in so she could pass him her note. She peeked out the door. The delivery guy nodded at her.

“You should not be seen.” Squeaky pushed her aside as he exited. He glared at the driver. “Wait inside the van.”

“Sure,” the driver muttered. “Nice toga. Bet it gets a little chilly in the winter.” He strode back to the van.

Lara hovered just inside the door. It looked like she wasn't going to be able to pass her note. Still, she had a feeling that the delivery man understood. Or was that just wishful thinking?

The last of the supplies were brought in, and the guards slammed the van doors shut.

The driver sauntered toward the kitchen with a box in his hand. He spotted Lara peeking from behind the door. With a grin, he shook the box. “How about a snack?”

“Give me that.” Squeaky grabbed the box. “And you can leave now.”

The driver cast one last look at Lara, then climbed into the van and drove through the gate.

Lara's heart sank. What if he hadn't understood? There wouldn't be another delivery for two weeks.

Meanwhile, the guards inspected the box from the driver.

“There might be a special decoder ring inside,” one guard said.

“Yeah, that guy seemed a little suspicious to me,” the second guard said.

Squeaky ripped the box apart, and caramel corn scattered all over the dirt road. “There's nothing here.” He tossed the box on the ground, then glared at Lara. “Clean this up, maiden.”

“Yes, master.” Lara grabbed a garbage sack, then rushed outside. She scooped handfuls of sticky popcorn into the bag while the guards strolled away.

When it looked like they'd lost interest in her, she picked up the pieces of the torn box.

Her breath caught. Cracker Jack. A sound, halfway between a laugh and a sob escaped her mouth.

Jack had found her.

Soon after the sun set, Vanessa ran into the kitchen. “Another god has come to visit. There'll be another Selecting Ceremony!”

Cook gasped and pressed a soapy hand to her chest. “This could be my night.” She glanced down at her damp gown. “I need to change.” She dashed from the kitchen.

Lara finished loading the dishwasher. Just what the world needed—another god. Miss Forbidden had returned to the dormitory this morning wearing a red scarf around her neck like a badge of honor. She claimed she couldn't remember anything, but the bruises on her arms spoke volumes. That Zeus had been an almighty abusive pig.

“What are you doing?” Vanessa asked. “You need to get ready.”

“I'm coming.” Lara trudged from the kitchen. “So which god is here tonight?”

“I don't know. The guards didn't say.”

“Well, let me think.” Lara glanced up at the clear, starry sky. Jack, this would be a good time to rescue me. “It might be Ares, the god of war.”

“Oooh.” Vanessa shivered. “He sounds hunky.”

Lara snorted. “Or it could be Hermes or Poseidon.”

“You're so smart to know their names,” Vanessa said. “I wish I'd paid more attention in school. For some weird reason, I thought all that Greek god stuff was made up.”

“Yeah. How could we be so wrong?”

“I know.” Vanessa brushed her hair back over her shoulder. “It's just so cool that it's real I mean, people back on Earth don't know about it, but we get to know the secret. It makes me feel really special.”

“You are special,” Lara told her. “You don't need gods to tell you that.”

“But it feels so good.” Vanessa gasped. “Here we are talking, and you're not ready. Hurry!” She grabbed Lara's arm and dragged her through the dormitory to the bathroom.

While all the maidens were primping in front of the mirrors, Lara took a hot shower. Then she put on a fresh gown and towel-dried her hair.

“The first gong has sounded!” a maiden called from the dormitory, and the maidens rushed from the bathroom.

Miss Forbidden looked back at Lara and grimaced. “What are you doing? Your hair is still damp. You can't go before the gods looking like that.”

Lara tossed her towel into the wicker laundry basket. “I know this may come as a big surprise to you, but I don't want to be chosen.”

Miss Forbidden gasped and looked around to make sure they were alone. “You mustn't say that. It's a great honor to serve the gods.”

Lara grabbed her arm and pointed at a large green-and-purple bruise. “This is what that god did to you.”

The maiden's eyes filled with tears. “I don't remember it,” she whispered. “I must have displeased him somehow. May the gods forgive me.”

“He abused you.” Lara pulled the scarf away from Miss Forbidden's neck to reveal the puncture marks. “He bit you.”

With a cry, Miss Forbidden pulled away. “I don't believe you. I can't.” She ran away.

Lara took a deep breath, then put on her sandals and followed the girls to the temple. They filed inside and took their places behind the red cushions.

The Chosen One Aquila was announced. She strode into the room and sat on her throne. Lara was relieved that she still looked well. Athena was announced. Her smile looked especially malicious tonight. Not a good sign.

Apollo marched in with his escort of four guards. The maidens bowed before him.

“Tonight we are honored by the presence of a very powerful god.” Apollo stepped down from the dais. “He will select one of you to be his Chosen One.”

“Yes, My Lord Apollo.” The maidens remained still, but Lara could feel their excitement mounting.

Apollo stopped in front of them. “I should warn you that this is one god you must never displease. Your eternal fate will be in his hands. His name is Hades.”

The maidens gasped.

Lara winced. This was bad. If Zeus had bruised his Chosen One, what would a vampire called Hades do?

Up on the dais, Athena snickered. Lara's hands curled into fists. That damned bitch enjoyed seeing them scared to death. Vanessa was shaking beside her.

Cook whimpered. She probably feared she was next in line to be chosen.

Footsteps approached them.

“Here comes Hades now,” Apollo said.

Lara glanced up and caught a glimpse of short blond hair. She tucked her head back down, not wanting to draw attention to herself. She'd already spent the afternoon cleaning the guards' dormitory and bathroom as a punishment for speaking to the delivery man. Would they give her to Hades as a further punishment?

Apollo chuckled. “Which one of you will attend to the god of the underworld? If he's not pleased, he's threatening to take someone to the nine circles of hell.”

Lara flinched. She lifted her head. Could it be? He was dressed in a burgundy silk toga. Those broad shoulders looked familiar, but the short blond hair was strange. He turned toward the maidens, and she gasped.

Jack.

His eyes met hers briefly, then looked away. She ducked her head and bit her lip to keep from grinning. Jack was here to rescue her, to rescue all the girls. She wanted to leap around the room and dance for joy.

“You have some lovely maidens here, Apollo.”

His accent was different. Lara recalled that he'd spent his first years in Bohemia, speaking Czech.

“Thank you, Hades,” Apollo said with a smug tone. “I believe you will find them very accommodating.”

“I had better.” Hades strolled around the maidens, who were visibly shaking. He stopped beside Lara. “This one looks interesting. You will stand, maiden.”

Lara rose slowly to her feet, keeping her eyes downcast and her face blank.

Apollo sighed. “I would suggest another. This one is new and still untrained. She did not behave well today.”

“Then she is perfect for hell,” Hades said wryly. “It would please me to teach her a lesson.”

“Very well,” Apollo said. “Maiden, bare yourself.”

Oh shit. She was going to have to pretend to be under his control. “Yes, My Lord Apollo.” She reached up to unfasten the brooch on her shoulder.

“Not necessary.” Hades waved a dismissive hand. “My mind is made up. This is the one.”

Oh thank you, Jack. She would gladly give him a private showing later.

Apollo motioned to a guard. “Bring the red robe.”

Vanessa and Kristy helped Lara slide the red gown over her white one. They looked at her with tears in their eyes.

She grabbed their hands and gave them a reassuring squeeze.

The gong sounded. Athena left with two guards, while Apollo escorted his Chosen One Aquila to his room. Hades took Lara's hand and led her around the thrones.

She glanced back and saw the maidens huddled around the entrance doors to the temple, all watching her with worried looks. Poor girls. They really believed she was about to be bedded by the god of the dead. She squeezed Jack's hand. She couldn't wait to be alone with him.

He led her down the hallway. Apollo and Athena were already in their rooms. A guard stood in front of their doors.

Jack stopped by a blue door. “This is a guest room.” He opened it and ushered her inside. He turned to lock and bar the door.

She glanced around the room. Big canopy bed. Blue sheets and blue gauzy curtains hanging from the canopy. When Jack turned toward her, she flung herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. “Oh, thank you, thank you, you wonderful man. You glorious, incredible man.”

He chuckled as he held her tight. “I guess you're glad to see me.”

She covered his face with kisses. “I'm thrilled. I'm ecstatic. I knew you would find me.”

He took hold of her shoulders and moved her back so he could look her over. “Are you all right? I swear, if they have harmed you in any way, I will—”

“I'm fine.” She jumped at him again, circling her arms around his neck and squeezing against him tightly. “I missed you so much. Don't ever let me go.”

“I was so worried about you.” He pressed a kiss against her brow, then glanced over his shoulder. “We should move away from the door,” he whispered.

She hung on to him as he maneuvered them to the center of the room and accidentally trampled on his foot. “Sorry. I'm so glad you found me. I tried to escape, but there were wolves in the woods. And I didn't know where to go, 'cause I don't know where we are.”

“Northern Maine.”

“Oh. Well, thank God you found us. I think one of the girls is dead.”

“Shh.” He put a finger on her lips and glanced at the door. “Not so loud. There are guards in the hall.”

“They're probably waiting for their turn with Athena,” Lara muttered.

Jack glanced at the bed, which filled half the room. “These rooms do seem designed for one purpose.”

Lara looked at the bed, then at Jack, and a surge of longing swept through her. She wanted him to know that she'd made up her mind. “Jack.” She cradled his face in her hands.

A tint of red shaded his eyes, then he closed them.

“We need to talk.” He opened his eyes, and they were back to their usual golden brown color. “I need all the information you can give me, so I can return to the guys and formulate our attack.”

Her hands dropped to his chest. “You're not taking me with you?”

He squeezed her shoulders. “Cara mia, I can't. It would look too suspicious. But we plan to attack tomorrow at dusk. You'll only have to stay one more day. Can you do that? Will you be all right?”

“Yes. We're fairly safe during the day. We just cook and clean and do laundry.” She glanced down at her red robe. “I was really tempted to wash one of these with the guards' white togas, so they'd end up wearing pink.”

Jack chuckled. “I'm so glad you're still you, that they didn't manage to brainwash you.”

“Oh, there's some serious brainwashing going on around here.” Lara pulled the red robe off and tossed it on the floor. “These poor girls actually believe it's a great honor to be a Chosen One.” Her eyes filled with tears. “Thank God you found me before it happened—”

“Shhh.” Jack pulled her into his arms. “You're all right now. Cara mia.” He kissed the top of her head.

She wanted to tell him that he was her Chosen One. She stepped back. “Jack, I need to tell you—”

“Yes, I need to know everything. We have to come up with an attack plan that will eliminate the vampires here without causing any harm to the mortals.”

She groaned inwardly. Hadn't they discussed business long enough? He was here, her knight in shining armor who had charged to the rescue. And she was madly in love with him. Shouldn't they be celebrating? She glanced at the bed. Shouldn't he be ravishing her right now? “You need a plan?”

“An attack plan, yes.”

“Okay. I'll tell you how to attack.” She wrenched the bronze brooch from her white gown and tossed it on the bed. “First, you should start with the breasts.” Her gown tumbled down to the ties around her midriff.

His gaze dropped to her bare breasts. “I'm… trying to do business.”

“I mean business.” She cupped her breasts. “I believe you've met these before.”

The gold flecks in his eyes started to gleam. “La—” He halted when a noise sounded outside their door.

Lara figured one of the guards was hoping for a cheap thrill.

“Down on your knees, woman!” Jack thundered. “Bow before me.”

“Yes, My Lord Hades,” she called out as she dropped to her knees and prostrated herself.

Jack winced and whispered, “You don't have to really do that.”

She sat up, grinning. “Oh, My Lord Hades! Please don't hurt me. I'll do anything to please you. Anything!”

He gave her an annoyed look.

“Why, My Lord Hades! Look at you! You're so well endowed! Careful with that. You'll put someone's eye out. Oh, what a mouthful!” She made a loud strangling noise.

Jack's eyes widened as he watched her.

“Oh, yes, yes! Take me, Hades!” She let out a long squeal, lifting her arms in the air like she was riding a roller coaster. “Oh, that was good. Let's take a nap now.”

Footsteps moved away from the door.

Jack arched a brow. “Are you done now?”

“Yes, but I feel strangely… unsatisfied.”

He chuckled. “So do I. You made me last about two seconds.”

“Well.” She glanced at the bed. “I'm sure you could do better.”

“We still need to talk.”

Her Casanova was being terribly unromantic, but she'd fix that. She stalked toward him on all fours. “What kind of attack plan did you have in mind? Full frontal?” She rose up on her knees, rubbing her breasts against his toga.

He closed his eyes with a moan.

She slipped her hands underneath his toga and skimmed up the back of his bare calves. Higher, to his bare thighs.

“Lara.” He opened his eyes. They were red. He gritted his teeth. “This is not a good time—”

“Oh!” Her hands had reached his buttocks, and he wasn't wearing any underwear. “Oh my.” Tingles spread out over her skin. Her nipples tightened, her back arched, and she succumbed to an urge to press her breasts against him.

She splayed her hands over his rump. Her fingers stroked the skin, so smooth and soft. Suddenly, his muscles flexed, tightening beneath her hands, creating a delicious concave curve. Her knees felt weak. She struggled to breathe. Heat sizzled between her thighs. “Oh my God.”

“Talking to me?” He knelt in front of her.

She leaned toward him, but he held her back by the shoulders.

“Lara, I realize you're grateful that I'm here.”

“Does this look like gratitude to you?” She fumbled with the linen strips tied at her waist.

“Then it's adrenalin and excitement. But those feelings will pass once you're back home.”

“Don't tell me what I'm feeling. And don't you dare say my feelings are temporary.” She loosened the strips, and her gown pooled around her knees.

He sucked in a sharp breath. His eyes gleamed red hot. “Then tell me exactly what you're feeling. Because I can't take you just for the hell of it. If I make love to you, I will never give you up. Never.”

She gazed into his glowing eyes. “I know that. I'm counting on that.”

“Forever is a long time for a vampire.”

“I know that, too.” Her eyes filled with tears. “I'm in love with you, Jack. Forever. You're all I want. All I need. No matter what happens, I'll never give you up.”