God he was handsome, sexy, talented, and dangerous. Get a grip, Samantha!
Seeing Trevor was exactly what I wanted to do. Siön Baptiste explained that Trevor was in danger, but we had time to rest up and get ready. "He is in no immediate danger," he said and I trusted him.
Twenty minutes later, I was dressed and sitting on my bed looking at the outfit Siön Baptiste had chosen. I was contemplating whether I should actually give him the satisfaction of wearing it. I glanced down at the black leather pants with a matching leather tank top and long jacket. The leather tank was short exposing my stomach and my silver dangling belly ring. Two years of doing 150 sit-ups a day really paid off.
The long flowing jacket settled right below my knees. Everything but the jacket was skintight. I got up, walked across the room to my dresser, and took the key out of the bottom of my jewelry box. Unlocking the bottom drawer, I grabbed my machete and sheath, gun holster and strapped my knife to my thigh and guns to my chest. The hide was top quality, only the best for my weapons. The holster strap was hand molded to fit my body, giving it a precise locking fit for my guns. The edge of the holster and belt were rounded, burnished, and then edge dressed. I laced it on and placed my guns in, right under my chest. My precious twin guns were Smith & Wesson Models 686, 357 Magnum enhanced twin eight shot revolvers with reload in stainless finishes. Basically easy to load and reload in a hurry. The ammo was silver, of course. The guns have adjustable rear sights and the barrel cut down to 3" with non-glare sight blade added. The work had been completed beautifully and professionally. I paid a pretty penny for both of them.
Finally ready, I strolled out of the room, the leather jacket flowing behind me as I descended the steps. Siön Baptiste stood at the bottom of the stairs, leaning against the wall, coat thrown over his shoulder, waiting for me. He watched me descend, never taking those gorgeous eyes off me. He was breathtakingly handsome in black leather. He looked magnificent. His hair lay in waves down his back and around his face. The outfit was almost identical to mine including the leather tank top. At least his covered his midriff. His broad shoulders and muscular biceps flexed as he watched me. He was a perfect male specimen.
He held out his hand as I moved towards him. Instinctively I reached for it and then pulled back. The look in his eyes screamed pain. He seemed hurt that I didn’t take it but I had to keep my focus sharp and if I touched him, I couldn’t concentrate. He turned abruptly and walked into the living room. The room was spacious with two brown leather couches, a recliner and an old-fashioned wood fireplace. A picture of my adoptive family hung over the mantle. Siön Baptiste sat in the recliner near the bay window, facing my front yard.
I sat on the couch across from him. He leaned forward in the chair, placing his elbows on his thighs, leaning into his hands. I couldn’t keep my eyes off him. His lips were full and soft, the taste of his mouth still lingered in mine. His silver ring brought my gaze to his long masculine fingers. It was a snake eating its own body. As I watched his hands, a blush crept across my face as I realized the ring was on the same finger that had pleased me all too well earlier. I quickly turned away from him, looking at the picture over the mantle.
I rubbed my forehead, hoping the headache I was developing would go away soon. "So, you wanted to talk, here I am. What’s going on?" I asked.
I waited but no answer. I looked back and he was staring at me. "What is going on, Siön Baptiste?" He was lost deep in thought.
"He is coming here," he answered.
"Who is coming here? I asked, hastily.
"Sevastian is on his way."
I shook my head. "How do you know?"
"He told me." He stood up and walked over to the mantle. The leather covered his body completely and left nothing to the imagination. His muscles pressed against the fabric. He leaned against the mantle propping his arm up over his head looking at the picture hanging on the wall. He ran his fingers through his hair as if thinking what to say next. He took a deep breath, turning from the picture to face me. "Sevastian will help us. He has agreed to do whatever it takes to ensure your safety." He watched my face very closely. "Does this upset you?" he asked.
"Of course it upsets me. Sevastian almost killed me, he invades my dreams. Need I say more?" Certainly, the thought of seeing him in person again sent chills up my spine, but I couldn’t tell if I was excited or afraid.
He glided towards me. "I will make sure Sevastian doesn’t hurt you. He made it clear that we must all meet." He stopped just in front of me, so close that I could smell leather and cologne.
My voice a little breathy as I asked, "Why do we need his help? I don’t really like the fact that he is coming to my home."
He smiled. "Sevastian has his sources and he feels that we are in too deep. He comes against my father’s will."
"Oh and that is supposed to comfort me. I don’t trust him," I said.
Siön Baptiste’s face fell into empty, mindful lines, only his eyes held heat like a fire. "Nothing will happen to you Samantha. I swear it."
I nearly jumped out of my skin when I heard the doorbell. We both just looked at each other. His face once again totally void of emotion. I slowly got up from the sofa. Siön Baptiste stood his ground, causing me to brush up against his body while stepping around him. He turned and grabbed my arm. "I will get it," he whispered.
Pushing me behind him, he stepped past me, gliding to the door. I followed him with an apprehensive lump in my throat. The doorbell rang again. Siön Baptiste opened the front door and Sevastian stood casually, leaning against the frame.
A smile curled his lips. "I thought I might have to break the door down. Have you been waiting long?" he asked, looking past Siön Baptiste, staring directly at me.
"Not nearly long enough," Siön Baptiste replied angrily, waving at him to come in.
Sevastian ushered a rush of warm air into the house as he entered.
I took a step back. My breath caught in my throat as the man who’d invaded my dreams now stood before me. His eyes were emerald globes, watching me intently. His hair was long and sinfully auburn and his skin tanned flawlessly. He wore black pants, emphasizing his long legs. The shirt was a black silky material and when I saw him, I had the desire to run into his arms and feel his power wrap around me. I took a few more steps back as his heated energy filled the room stirring me. His face was perfectly chiseled with high cheekbones and a strong jaw. His lips were smooth and plump, perfectly kissable.
I felt dizzy, overwhelmed with his masculine scent. I continued to back up as if touching him would destroy me. He saw the fear in my eyes and stood his ground directly in front of me. He turned, watching the door. I peeked past him to the door just as Trevor entered the house.
He was wearing a baseball cap and sunglasses. He was the same height as Siön Baptiste and standing beside him was like information overload. I stared, mesmerized by the sheer masculine splendor of him. Even with his baseball cap and sunglasses on, he was flawless. I wanted to run to him and hug him senseless. Jeans hugged his long, muscular legs, while a black T-shirt showed every ounce of his chest. Black boots covered his feet and I felt the tears choking me while I ran to him. I wrapped my arms around him and he stood there motionless. No warmth, no movement. My gaze swept from his face to his well-defined chest, moving my hands over him. "Are you okay?" I searched him looking for any sign of harm. I wanted to feel his warm secure love and there was nothing.
I glanced at Siön Baptiste and then Sevastian. "What is going on?" I turned back to Trevor and a single tear slid down his cheek, resting on his chin. I wiped the tear grabbing his face. "Trevor, what is wrong?" I panicked, drawing him too me. "TREVOR!"
He slowly raised his hand to mine and pulled it to his neck. He ran his finger down his neck as he moved his head away from mine.
My heart leaped into my throat, what had escaped my notice earlier was only now so evident. There were four small puncture wounds on his neck. "I don’t understand," I managed to cry out in anger.<
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I backed away from Trevor and shook my head. "No... NO! WHAT IS THIS?" Tears were now racing down my face. I faced Siön Baptiste then swung my attention to meet Sevastian head on. "What the hell did you do?" I screamed.
Before he could react, I was on him. We tumbled to the floor, crashing through my living room. We hit the end table, sending the lamp flying through the air as I landed on him. He was pinned under me when I removed my machete from the sheath. He grabbed my hands as I swung the machete at his throat. By the time I reached his throat, he was holding both of my hands in a tight grip. He swiftly flipped us both, rolling on top of me. Pinning me with his body, he placed most of his weight on his arms, leaning above me. "I had no choice," he whispered.
I could see Siön Baptiste holding Trevor back and I screamed again. "What did you do?" I cried, trying to fight him with all my might. He was too damn strong.
"I saved his life," he muttered, resting his mouth on my ear.
"I don’t believe you!"
A soft curse escaped his lips as he laid his head on my neck. "I had no choice. He would have surely died. My master is a cruel man." He moved his lips over my neck and over my face. Resting his lips on my mouth, he spoke, "I saved him for you. Trust me Samantha." He kissed me but I refused to open to him. His tongue flicked against my mouth, pulling my lips apart. He kissed me and the fire and power flared between us. The feeling of his mouth on mine was too intense.
Trevor’s voice jolted me. "Get off of her, you son of a bitch!"
I stole a glance past Sevastian to see Siön Baptiste walk over and with one hand on his shoulder throwing Sevastian off me. Sevastian was tossed in the air across the room, hitting my couch and rolling to the floor.
He stood in one quick motion stalking back to Siön Baptiste. "You have no right, brother."
Trevor remained frozen as I scrambled to his side. His hands clenched at his sides, he blocked my view. I removed both guns from my holster, swinging around Trevor and aiming both barrels at Sevastian. "Don’t you dare move, asshole."
Sevastian froze and I fought an uncontrollable urge to go to him. "I will shoot if you take one more step."
He was surprised but pleased. He took one forceful step. I squeezed the trigger in my left hand sending a bullet speeding through the air. It all happened in slow motion as the bullet hit his arm. He didn’t flinch or move, just stood watching me with those cool emerald eyes. Blood seeped through his black silk shirt, gliding down his body, pooling at his feet. He took another step and this time I pulled the trigger in the right hand, hitting him in the shoulder. The impact of the second bullet sent him back a step.
He wasn’t going to stop. "Please don’t come any closer." As I prepared to shoot him a third time, Siön Baptiste stepped in front of him, glaring at both Trevor and I.
"What is the meaning of this? Stop at once," he cried, disgusted at our behavior.
Trevor removed his sunglasses, exposing his marvelous honey brown eyes that were now overflowing with fear and love. He took both of my hands in his, removing the guns, tossing them on the floor. "He saved my life, Samantha." His voice so low it was nearly inaudible. "They left me for dead and he saved me." He hugged me against him, clasping his arms around me. "He gave me a choice, Sam. I chose you. I told you I would make sure we would be together forever whatever it takes."
I buried my head into his chest, tears soaking his shirt. I cried out, punching Trevor repeatedly on the chest. "Why? Why?" I asked. He had chosen an immortal life. Sevastian had turned the only family I’d ever had into a monster.
Pushing away from Trevor, his eyes hurt beyond belief, I stomped over to Sevastian. He stood there defiant with no emotion. "You should have let him die," I hissed, spitting on him. Turning I stormed to the front door.
Siön Baptiste blocked the path in front of me. "Don’t leave Sam. He did it for you. If he hadn’t saved Trevor, you would have blamed him for all eternity." His eyes watched me carefully looking for a response.
I pushed past him and picked up my guns. I turned to look at the three men in my living room. "Who did this, Sevastian?"
Sevastian took a step forward then stopped. He rubbed his hand on his chin. "My master." He looked at Siön Baptiste and then at Trevor. He was about to say something else but before he could get another word I pointed my guns at them all.
"Don’t even think about it. I will shoot the first person that moves. And this time I will aim," I growled, backing out of the living room and into the hall. I entered the hall, walking to the front door, I slid outside into the cool evening breeze. The sun was setting and I knew I only had seven hours to find Nicholi.
Chapter 13
There were three cars parked in the driveway. I quickly opened the trunk of my car and grabbed the black bag filled with my work equipment. Ralph, Siön Baptiste’s driver, waited patiently by the limousine. I stomped over to the limo and shot out two tires. I moved to my car and locked the door.
Ralph’s shocked expression made me smile. "What the hell are you doing?" he asked.
"Don’t move, I am not in the mood." I pointed the gun towards the third car. It was a black 66 mustang. Nice! "Get in Ralph." Ralph glanced back towards the house and then slid in behind the wheel. I threw my bag in the back of the car and sat in the car.
The keys were conveniently stashed in the visor. How predictable. "Take me to Nicholi or I’ll put a hole in your head." Ralph sat quietly, shaking his head, watching the house. "Listen Ralph, they aren’t coming to help you. Get me to Nicholi!" I screamed, pushing the gun into his temple.
He nodded. "Okay, Miss Houston."
"Put the pedal to the metal, Ralphie." Holding the gun to his head, I started giggling hysterically. I was going to need therapy after all this.
He glared at me as if I’d sprouted horns, but he gunned the engine and our speed never dropped below 70 until we hit a gravel road an hour and half later.
"What are you planning on doing, Miss Houston?" Ralph asked.
"I plan on killing your boss." I grinned. "How far are we Ralph?" I was actually looking forward to killing him, scary Samantha, really scary.
"About a mile, Miss Houston. I don’t think this is a good idea," he answered, visibly shaking from the ordeal.
I nodded. "You’re right it isn’t, but I don’t give a fuck what you think. Now, stop the car, Ralph."
"Miss Houston?"
"STOP THE DAMN CAR!" I screamed shoving the gun into his neck.
He jerked the car to the side of the road. Grabbing my bag from the back seat, I scooted out of the car. Strolling casually to the front of the mustang, I placed my bag on the hood. Unzipping the bag, I removed a large knife. Ralph sat motionless in the front seat with a worried look on his face.
"I won’t hurt you, Ralphie, if you behave and if you stop calling me Miss Houston. Ralph, I thought we would be friends by now," I chuckled.
Rounding the front of the car, I pierced the front tire with my knife. I repeated the action to the back right tire, seriously doubting the man had two spares. Walking back to the driver’s side, I leaned into the window, placing the knife against Ralph’s neck. "Which way?" I whispered.
"That way." He sighed. "I’d better come with you or my master will kill me."
"If you follow me or call anyone, I will kill you. Just sit tight until I get back and then maybe we can find a way home."
"You know I can’t do that, Samantha."
"Then you will get hurt, Ralph. Don’t underestimate what I am capable of doing," I warned.
"You are going to sit tight, Ralph, if it’s the last thing you do." He was peeing his pants. If he only knew how screwed we both were, he would be running like mad. Opening my bag, I removed a shotgun and shoulder holster. I strapped the gun in the holster and stuck the ammo in my belt. I positioned the throwing stars securely in my jacket pockets. Taking the additional ammo for my Magnums, I tossed the empty bag on the ground.
I took off, running down the dirt road. The moon shone b
rightly but I could see with or without it tonight. I ran, moving swiftly and silently down the road. At the end of the road, there was a huge iron gate. It was open and a stone wall surrounded what looked like a mansion. I had been here before but never got a good look. It was gorgeous even in the shadowy cover of night.
Maybe coming at night was a mistake. Killing a master vampire after sunset wasn’t going to be easy. I knelt down, moving quietly along the wall until I reached the left side of the estate. I jumped up, over and slid down the other side. It was dark and the drop was about six feet. When I hit the ground, I tumbled and landed soundly with guns in hand. Straining to hear anything past my own heartbeat, I held my breath. The moonlight sent shadows and light shimmering over the yard. I aimed my gun at monsters only imagined in my head. I knew somehow, there were creatures stalking me in the dark, waiting for my first mistake. I shook my head, wiping the sweat from my face. Its okay, Sam, take a deep breath. A cool breeze moved a bush and instinctively my finger went stiff on the trigger of my gun. Holding my breath, I waited for any sign of hostile movement in the yard. After what seemed an eternity, when the area seemed clear, I started cautiously forward.
I stopped dead in my tracks at a fierce cry coming from the woods behind me. The inhuman scream filled the night.
"What was that?" I asked my self softly.
My heart thumped wildly as the thought of what might be in those woods scared me to death. I waited until I was sure the coast was clear and then slowly crawled to the side of the house. The house appeared dark and empty as I peered into a window. Scooting around the outside wall of the house, I dove between bushes and trees. I got caught on one bush. "Shoot," I whispered. I could feel the thorn pierce my hand. I raised my hand to my mouth, yanking it out, spitting blood and thorn on the ground. The metallic taste of my own blood seeped onto my tongue and I knew I was bleeding. The question was, could they smell it?
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