Real Vampires Take a Bite Out of Christmas

by Gerry Bartlett

  I pulled back, sitting astride him, groaning as his cock plunged deep inside me. Yes! This is what I wanted, needed, loved. My man, my lover, my husband. I couldn’t wait to take my own vow. Yes, he’d be mine forevermore too.

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  By the time I got to the shop it was almost midnight. At least the Internet never closed and after dithering over font, paper, and style, I finally managed to order the invitations on-line. Then I took advantage of owning my own resale shop. We specialized in carrying a variety of costumes so I had plenty to choose from. One of them should be perfect to wear to Damian Sabatini’s annual Winter Solstice Ball. But there was one problem. I really, really wanted my best friend’s help making a choice. I punched speed dial for Flo and was relieved when she answered.

  “Are you going to lecture me?” Her voice had a chill I hated.

  “No. I’ve missed you. Any chance you can come by the shop and give me some advice on what to wear to Damian’s party?” I had pulled a few options but none of them were singing to me. Of course this had just been an excuse to call my best friend. We needed to mend this rift between us. And I was dying to know what was going on with the threat against her.

  “I’ve missed you too. I hope you’ve worked on the guest list for your shower. I’m still planning it, you know.” Flo’s voice sounded shaky. She’d obviously thawed. “I am coming now. Stay there. It will be a few minutes.” She ended the call.

  “Florence is coming here?” Miguel stood a few feet away. He was examining the rack of men’s evening wear.

  “When did you sneak in here?” I stuck my phone in my jeans pocket. “You going to talk to Flo about her, um, problem?” I glanced around. Midnight was a dead time in my business, though we’d been busy earlier when the shifts had changed at nearby hospitals.

  “You bet I am. She called the pawn shop owner.” He must have seen my surprise. “Yes, he’s still alive, but barely. Apparently he has lots of valuable contacts in our world so the Maurys are afraid to alienate them by killing him outright.” Miguel smiled at my furtive peeks around us. “Yes, I checked too. Your clerk is taking a smoke break in the alley and we are very much alone.”

  “Good thing. Both that we aren’t being overheard and that Saul is alive. Flo was ready to rip open some throats over her buddy Saul. Apparently he generates a lot of loyalty.” I carried my costume choices to the back room. Sure enough, I could smell shape-shifter Megan’s bad habit through the back door.

  “Yes, the Maurys are now very much aware. Flo called them too. The woman is ballsy, I’ll give her that. She’s declared war on them. Refuses to give up her necklace and dares them to try to hit her. You can imagine how that went over.”

  “So what now?” I sighed. This could not end well.

  “I’m waiting for my invitation then I’ll tell you. Have you talked to Sabatini yet?” Miguel stalked out to the shop. “I heard it’s a costume party. I like this jacket. Maybe I’ll do a Rhett Butler look with a top hat. You have one of those?” He slipped on a vintage wine-colored velvet jacket that fit him perfectly. The color wasn’t bad with his dark skin either. “I don’t keep much stuff from my past. I move around a lot.”

  “You’re kidding me. You’re going to wear a costume? Mix and mingle with Flo’s brother while you are committed to a hit on her?” I stalked over to a locked case, pulled the key from my other pocket, the one without my phone, and opened it. The vintage silk hat was expensive but I knew Miguel could afford it and I could use the cash flow. “See if this fits your enormous head.”

  He just grinned and pushed it on over his dark hair. “Perfect. Now a white silk shirt and a cravat. I have tux pants. That’ll do it, I think.”

  “You are quite a piece of work.” I pulled out the perfect shirt in his size—I’d become an expert in figuring that out—and a man’s navy silk scarf. “Tie this scarf into a cravat style. It’ll give you the look you’re after. And I have a stickpin that’ll finish it off.” I unlocked another case and pulled out a pearl pin that would add to his total cost in a major way. He didn’t blink at the price tag, just handed it to me.

  “Fix it for me. You know I can’t use a mirror.”

  “Yeah, right.” I adjusted the scarf, stuck in the pin and stepped back. Yep, a dark and dangerous Rhett Butler. If my next door neighbor Diana came as Scarlett like she usually did, they’d make quite a pair. Maybe Damian, who dated Diana and tended to take her for granted, needed some competition. “That’s the look. Ladies will swoon. If I can get you in.”

  “Call Damian now. I want to hear you do it.” He sat in front of the register on a stool we kept for customers.

  “Fine. All I can promise is that I’ll try. He may not be eager to associate with a known criminal.” I pulled out my phone. Of course I had Damian’s number in my contact list. He was a supplier for the best synthetic blood. I couldn’t afford it, but Jerry and Ray and all the well-heeled vamps used him. I had to admit, being married to Jerry would mean I’d be drinking the premium stuff from now on as well. Jer wouldn’t have my bargain brand in his fridge.

  Damian and I had had a moment when I’d first arrived in Austin. He was known as Casanova, a myth he worked hard to live up to. He was handsome, Italian, and had a line that made most women weak in the knees. I hadn’t been immune. Now, I was all about Jerry. Damian and I had established a nice friendship, mostly because of his sister Florence. He answered on the second ring.

  “Gloriana, Jeremiah already called me. He said both of you are coming to my ball. Is he going to trot out his plaid again?” Damian chuckled. Everyone knew Jerry didn’t care for costumes and used his clan plaid as his dress of choice whenever a costume was called for.

  “You know Jerry. I’m still working on my look. No plaid for me. Makes my butt look big.”

  “Ridiculous. Your butt is perfetto.” Damian had always been appreciative of a full figure. He and Diana had been an item for a long time and she had some extra inches almost everywhere.

  “Thank you. Glad you think so. Now as to why I called. I have a friend who would like to get to know you better. He thought an invitation to your ball might be the way to do that.” I glanced at Miguel who was obviously listening to both sides of the conversation. Ears like a bat. He had taken off his purchases and now laid them on the counter.

  “And who is this friend? Does Jeremiah know him?”

  “Yes. Sort of. It’s Miguel Cisneros.”

  “The hit man?” If I didn’t know better, I’d say Damian had dropped his phone. “You call him your friend?”

  “He’s not a hit man any more, Damian. You know people can change. You’ve changed yourself. Look how you’ve settled down. Head of the local vampire council now. Not the wild party boy you used to be, are you?” I grinned when I heard a spate of Italian.

  “Don’t remind me. I think I am losing my touch. I should move back to Italia, race sports cars again, go back to my fast women. I am turning into a staid boring pillar of the community.” He spat this like he was disgusted.

  “No, it’s a good thing. You will live longer, not being chased by irate husbands. Right?”

  “Hah! I am a dead shot, a fencing master. And don’t even ask me how mortal men fare when they try to come after me.” Big sigh. “So why does Cisneros want to meet me and what’s in it for me?”

  Miguel grabbed my phone. “Sabatini, Cisneros here. Gloriana was kind enough to provide the introduction. Let me plead my own case.”

  “I’m listening.” Damian didn’t say anything else.

  “I understand you’re a businessman. So am I. Not what I used to do, of course. That is finished. No more loansharking either. I cut all ties with Lucky Carver and her kind. But the years I worked for her, I learned some valuable lessons and made some contacts that could be useful for both of us.”

  “How?” Damian was being unusually curt.

  “Many people I know are vampires, of course. Good clients for your synthetic blood operation. Also, I have a considerable amount of
capital I would like to invest. I understand you are into real estate in Austin and elsewhere in the state. I think we could work together to pick up some property, turn a profit. But we’d need to sit down in the same room to discuss that.” Miguel said something in what I assumed was Italian.

  Damian answered in the same language and I was out of it then. I barely speak English. Foreign languages have always defeated me. I began writing down the list of Miguel’s purchases on a bill of sale. By the time I got to the total, Miguel had ended the call.

  “So, are you going to the ball?”

  “Yes. And we are going to meet sooner than that to discuss some business. Seems we have more in common than Sabatini thought. A love of fast cars and fast women, among other things.” Miguel was grinning. “I’m thinking we should start a fencing club. I’ve missed a good match with a sword.” He glanced at my total and peeled off some bills.

  “Good grief, you and Damian really are two peas in a pod.” Cash sale. I took the money and slipped it into the register.

  “We both understand how to make a buck. Thanks, Glory, for keeping your end of our deal.” Miguel took the bag with his purchases.

  “I can’t believe you’re going into business with my brother.” Flo stood inside the front door. “I doubt he’ll follow through with these plans if you kill me.”

  Megan walked in from the back room. “I’m back from break, Glory.”

  “Great. Let’s take this to the back room, people.” I dragged Flo toward my storeroom. Miguel sauntered after us after giving Megan an interested once-over. She smiled at him. She was attractive and single.

  “Quit dragging me, Glory. I’m going.” Flo peeled my fingers off of her arm and stepped into the room.

  “This is going to be fun.” Miguel gestured for me to go ahead of him. “Megan, is it? What time do you get off work?” He winked.

  “Leave her alone, Miguel. My clerks are off limits to you.” I slammed the door and faced both of them. Flo looked ready to leap for his throat. Miguel was texting someone. I wanted to bash both of them in the head with something heavy to get their attention. Where was a weapon when I needed one?

  Chapter Five

  “Would you two pay attention? What is the plan?” I sat on the table I kept in the back room. Jerry and I had had some great times there. I needed to call Jer and tell him everything. I was the one who demanded communication in our relationship. Flo definitely shouldn’t be keeping secrets from her husband either, especially not one this big and life-threatening.

  “Glory, you are absolutely right.” Miguel slid his phone into his back pocket. “Florence, you need to call Richard and get him involved in this.”

  “No.” She sat in the only chair in the room and crossed her legs. After looking for a place to put it and finding nowhere she considered clean enough, she set her Chanel bag on her lap. “This is my problem. Ricardo has nothing to do with this.”

  “That’s where you’re wrong.” Miguel sat on the table next to me, his leg against mine. Not for the first time, I wondered why there were absolutely no sparks between us. I slapped his hard thigh.

  “Don’t read my mind.”

  “You’re too easy. Obviously you were thinking that Florence needs to tell her husband what’s going on. You’re right and I have the reason right here.” Miguel’s phone buzzed. “Let me answer this then I’ll show you.” He hopped down and answered. There was a muttered conversation, mostly monosyllables on his part. It was in a foreign language but I did hear Richard’s name. That got Flo on her feet next to him, her hands fisted.

  “What the hell have you done?” She was so upset she’d dropped her purse on my concrete floor and hadn’t noticed. I jumped down and scooped it up. The expensive purse looked okay but I couldn’t stand to see it lying there in harm’s way.

  “Relax, Florence, I’m working to save you. Obviously you heard both sides of my conversation. I have contacts all over Europe. The vampire on the phone lives near the town where the head of the Maury family has a chateau.”

  “And this vampire is on our side? What’s this about my husband?” Flo realized her purse was missing and snatched it out of my hands. After a quick inspection, she set it on the chair.

  Miguel laughed. “Darling, no one is on your side in this. These guys do favors to get favors in return. Saul is well-known and a good connection as you know. The Maurys are mortal but have plenty of money. No one cares about them but they have the sway an ancient name and money can buy. Or did until they picked on Saul.”

  “Yes, I knew it! The Maurys have made a grande errore hurting him. But Ricardo! Tell me. I heard his name.” Flo made the mistake of grabbing Miguel’s jacket. His look could have melted steel. She stepped back and shook her fingers as if he’d singed them. “Say you can fix this, Cisneros.”

  “Maybe, maybe not, princess. If you weren’t Glory’s friend, I would have left you to your fate.” Miguel looked her over with cold eyes. As usual Flo was dressed for success. Tonight she wore vintage Chanel head to toe. Her shoes were perfect leather pumps with a bow on the toe. Her suit was straight from the Grace Kelly era, pink and black. I didn’t doubt she’d bought the entire ensemble new back in the day from CoCo herself. It would sell in the shop in a heartbeat and for big bucks. Princess was right.

  “Miguel, don’t say that. Okay, I know you’re doing us both a favor. We appreciate it, don’t we, Flo?” I nudged her and she smiled weakly.

  “Yes, I do. Sorry if I do not seem grateful, signore. This is upsetting and when you say my husband’s name…” She sniffled.

  “Okay, enough with the mysterious looks. Tell us what’s going on, Miguel.” Forget Flo’s exquisite taste. We had a bigger problem than what to wear to her funeral.

  “I called in some favors, put out the word about the Maurys and the way they treated Saul. People don’t like that. Now the Maury family is panicking, working the phones, calling in reinforcements. They can buy paranormals to take their side and this could turn into a war over there. Saul isn’t stupid. That’s bad for business. He wants to broker a peace.” Miguel glanced down when his phone signaled a text.

  “Why? They hurt Saul. He should want to see them wiped off the face of the earth!” Flo stomped around the workroom, looking angry again. “He’d better not drag Ricardo into this.”

  “Saul is all about the bottom line, Princess. The Maury family has quite a few influential friends who do business with him as well. Saul plays both sides in this. Bones and bruises heal. He doesn’t want to lose any customers, no matter how difficult they are.” Miguel looked up from his phone, his glance at Flo saying what his words hadn’t. Obviously my pal was one of Saul’s more difficult clients.

  “I won’t give up the necklace.” Flo’s stubborn look could be used for billboards. It would make anyone pause to read the message, whatever it was.

  “I get that, Florence. So does Saul. But he knows of something else the Maury family wants desperately. Apparently he and your husband had a conversation the last time you were in Saul’s shop. Richard Mainwaring owns something that the family would take in trade. And they would call off the hit if they could get this rare item.”

  “But--”

  “Wait, Flo. This sounds like a win. Doesn’t Richard own thousands of ancient documents, artifacts, stuff like that? Maybe it’s something that isn’t that important to him.” I slipped my hand around her shoulders. “Sit. Think for a minute. These people are making a concession. And should you really be keeping something this big a secret from Richard anyway?”

  “I don’t like it. Ricardo paid good money for the necklace. A deal is a deal.” Flo wasn’t softening. She glanced at Miguel. “Don’t listen.” She got up and pulled me with her into the bathroom. “Men do not need to know every little thing, Glory. You will find in your own marriage that it is necessary to protect Jeremiah from some truths that he would rather not know.”

  “Which is why I will never marry.” Miguel said through the door. We could hear
the click of the keys. He was texting again. “Should I tell them no deal? I can’t promise the Maurys won’t find another hit man to take my place once they figure out I’m not taking care of you.”

  I pulled Flo back out of the bathroom to give him a probing look. “You’re not?”

  Miguel held up his hand. “Quit trying to read my mind, Glory. I told you. I gave up wet work. I didn’t take their money.”

  “Don’t text them yet.” I faced Flo so she could see I was serious. “I don’t want to upset you, pal, but if you don’t tell Richard now, I will. This is too important. If it means losing you as a friend, I’m sorry, but I can’t stand the idea of you in danger or losing your life.”

  “Damn it, Glory.” Flo’s eyes filled. “You don’t play fair.” She muttered some Italian then pulled out her phone. This was a new one, the cover a brilliant blue with her initials etched in crystals. She hit speed dial then burst into tears. Silently she handed the phone to me.

  “Florence? What the hell is going on? Are you crying?” Richard sounded frantic.

  “It’s Glory, Richard. We’re at my shop and Flo has a confession to make to you. Can you come over?”

  “It’s about time. She’s been blocking her thoughts every waking moment for weeks. I thought maybe she’d been on a shopping spree again and didn’t want me to know. Is this more serious than that?” He sounded calm now.