Big Game (The V V Inn, Book 3)

by C. J. Ellisson

  I thought all the staff here knew what we were, but now, I’m not so sure. My gaze jumps around the kitchen, looking for a distraction to put more distance between the two of us. My eyes land on the carafe of bloodcoffee and I lunge to the pot. I fumble with my empty mug and pour the reddish brown liquid.

  “Gee, thanks. Good diet and exercise, you know.”

  Her eyes widen slightly, as if knowing and challenging my statement. If she does know, why is she here with me right now? Does she want to provoke me to bite her? None of the ladies at the inn act like this around me and I’m at a loss on how to handle myself.

  I take a long drink from my mug, hoping to quell the tide of desire coursing through me. I don’t think Bunny or Vivian would be happy if they knew what was filling my mind. God, why the hell did I stare at her ass before? Did she see me? Did I somehow ask for this tonight? I’m not even sure which one she is.

  “So, it’s Carmella, right?”

  She shakes her head and steps closer. “No, I’m Mina.”

  I nod and look away. My mind scampers for a safe topic of conversation, hoping she’ll soon get bored and wander off. “Er… umm… how do you like the island?”

  She laughs softly, a feminine tinkle of sound that draws my eye back to her, as I’m sure she intended. “Shouldn’t I be asking you? After all, you’re the guest.”

  The dark haired beauty reaches for my mug and pulls it from my hand. She sets it on the counter without looking and steps nearer, almost brushing her tight tits against my chest.

  “I’m married,” I blurt out and step back. My heart pounds in my chest, something it’s rarely done the past few months. I swing my eyes to the other side of the kitchen island. My fangs fully descended and my traitorous cock hardens behind my fly.

  She laughs again. “I don’t see your wife here.”

  Shit! Where are the others? Surely I can’t be the only one awake? A frantic, trapped panic squeezes my heart, making me feel like I’m going to puke. I bet vomiting up a bunch of blood and coffee all over her robe would be the trick to turn her off.

  How do the others stare into someone’s eyes and control them? Vivian hasn’t taught me how to do it yet, and I have to admit, I’ve been scared to try it on my own. Could I mess her up if I do it wrong? Could I hurt her somehow?

  I turn back and stare her deep in the eyes. Doing my best to channel Obi Wan, I use my closest these are not the droids you’re looking for voice and say, “You don’t want me. I’m not your type.”

  My direct stare doesn’t seem to carry any weight and she steps closer, running a hand up my chest. “Oh? You seem exactly like my type.”

  Fuck. That didn’t work. Wonder if there is some trick to it. The others make it look so easy. Then again, it’s not something they often do in front of me so maybe I need to play closer attention. Or ask how they do it. I bet that would help.

  Her hand trails up and cups the back of my neck. The warmth of her palm slides over my exposed skin, her fingers tangling in my hair. “Cool, composed, and powerful,” she whispers.

  She leans in, angling her mouth to kiss me, and I jerk back. This kind of thing never happened when I was an overweight cook—how the hell do I get out of this?

  My phone rings, using the nuclear alarm ringtone I favor. I don’t get many calls and the alert is loud enough to wake me from a deep sleep if needed. Mina jumps back, startled by the blaring noise. I smile, relief draining the tension from body.

  “That’s my wife. Got to run.” I bolt like a yellow chicken from the kitchen, scurrying through the dining room and foyer as fast as I can. I press the talk button before the third atomic meltdown warning sounds. “Hey, honey. Boy, am I glad to hear from you.”

  “Hi, sweetie. I’m using our satellite phone. If you need me, use this number.”

  I race up the stairs to the safety of my quiet suite, glad the soup is on low, and I don’t need to go back down there for a while. “Why? Did you get a late season storm that took out the phone lines or cell towers?”

  “No, something worse.”

  Bunny fills me in on all she knows, which turns out to be quite a bit. Apparently, Asa told her more than the other employees because of her relation to me, and he trusts she’ll keep her mouth shut.

  “They think the shooters are werewolf hunters?” I ask. “That sounds paranoid—like something out of a Supernatural episode.”

  “I know. I thought the same thing at first, too. But they seemed pretty certain after the second wave of shootings earlier tonight.”

  I pace back and forth in my room, unable to sit and relax like we normally do when talking. “I don’t like the sound of this, hon. Can you get away with the kids? Go someplace safer than our cabin?”

  “Asa said he’d come here in an hour and take us to the apartments. He’s going to use the private route.”

  That’s our way of mentioning the underground tunnels. I only know of them because of my inclusion in the seethe. For safety purposes Bunny was briefed but compelled to never speak of the passageways to anyone who didn’t already know of them. Wouldn’t be good to have her shoot me if I emerged from a closet in the middle of the night. “What about the children?”

  “He’s going to ‘tell’ them we traveled by road when we arrive at the apartments.”

  I nod, realizing there is no other way; a five and seven year old can’t be expected to keep such a secret. The crushing weight of helplessness pushes against me. “I don’t like this, Bunny. I’m not the most experienced fighter, but I’d feel better by your side than stuck here knowing my family is in danger.”

  A heavy sigh reaches me, and I know my strong wife is feeling the added pressure. “Me too, dear.”

  “These hunters are probably human, right?”

  “That’s what they’re thinking. Why?”

  “Arm yourself with everything we’ve got. If they’re human then they’ll be easy enough to kill with a bullet if they come after you.”

  “One step ahead of you, Paul. According to Asa, employees have been directed to arm themselves and told to shoot anyone they don’t know coming within sight of the apartment building. They’re taking no chances on our safety, but still… none of us are the targets, you know?”

  I continue my pacing, glad there’s a carpet to muffle my frantic steps. “Maybe we should fly back. I’ll talk to Drew and see what he says.”

  “Why wouldn’t you talk to Vivain and Rafe direct?”

  “They went to Buenos Aires to feel out what’s going on with the Ancients.”

  Her voice pitches higher. “And they left you alone on the island?”

  “Well, we’ve got the staff here and the rest of the crew from Alaska as well.”

  “Uh, huh,” she sounds skeptical. “What staff?”

  Heat rises to my cheeks. I’m glad she’s not here to sniff out my recent issue in the kitchen. “The caretaker’s family. Husband, wife, daughter, two aunts. That’s it.”

  “That sounds like an awful lot of women.” Compared to our mostly male dominated state of Alaska, she’s right.

  “One is married, one is their kid and the others are two unattractive spinsters. No need to worry.” The lie trips harmlessly off my lips.

  “Why would I worry when I know where you sleep during the day?” She laughs to take off the sting of the unspoken threat she’d follow through in a heartbeat. “After all, you’re coming home. I’ll be waiting here when you do. Being semi-dead hasn’t changed our vows, and I know you’d never forget it.”

  I swallow before forcing a little humor I’m not feeling into my response, “Yes, dear.”

  A knock sounds at my door, causing my heart to freeze. Who the hell could that be? If it’s one of the twins come to try and seduce me, I’m screwed. I’ll have to keep the door locked. Damn! I don’t think I locked it when I came in. Before I rush to the door and fumble like a fool I should see who’s there. I hold the phone away from my mouth, “Who is it?”

  “It’s me, Drew,” comes
the muted reply through the thick wood.

  Fear loosens its grip, and I reply in a level voice, “Come on in.” I turn my attention back to Bunny. “Hon, I need to tell Drew everything you told me about the shootings. Can I call you in a few minutes?”

  “Sure, lover boy.”

  We end the call as Drew strides into my suite smelling like fruity bubble bath soap. “I just talked with Jon. Was that Bunny?”

  “Yeah, she told me about the lines being out and used the emergency satellite phone we keep at the cabin.”

  Drew crosses the room and lowers himself into one of the club chairs near the balcony doors. “Man, things sure got out of hand there quick.”

  Pent up energy and fear pushes through my body, sending me pacing the floor, again. “Should we fly back? Should we call Vivian to ask what she wants us to do?”

  Drew shakes his head and stares out into the charcoal darkness beyond the windows. “I spoke to Rafe a few hours ago, and they’re tied up with the inner politics of the event guests. I’ll inform him of what’s going on at our next check in. I followed protocol when I couldn’t get through to the inn a few hours ago, and called Cy.”

  “He’s that guy in New York?” From what I was told, Cy is one of Vivian’s vampire offspring. She turned him several decades ago and set him loose relatively quickly. He had good control or some such shit.

  “Yeah. He was on a business trip in Washington state. He should be at the resort in a few more hours. Cali, his werewolf wife, is manning their club while he’s gone.”

  I think of my wife and children and wonder if one vampire will make a difference. “Is he bringing back up?”

  “I don’t know. I’m assuming he’s following whatever he agreed to with Vivian ahead of time.” He rubs a hand over his face. For the first time, uncertainty in the situation cracks his calm façade.

  Now is as good a time as any to tell him what I’ve been thinking regarding the twins. “Drew?”

  “Yeah?”

  “Mina came on to me tonight.” I shrug my shoulders and try for nonchalance, like a sexy girl hitting on me every day is normal. “I tried to mesmerize her to get her to back off, but it didn’t work.

  “Forcing your will on someone doesn’t come easy. You need to practice at it. Was that your first try?”

  I nod. I don’t think I need to tell him the time I “asked” Bunny for head one night. She laughed and told me “if you want it, you had better give it first.”

  “The ladies hit on Chelly and me last night,” he says with some speculation in his eye. “I wondered if something’s going on. Neither Bob or Tommy reported any luck with them, despite their numerous attempts.”

  “So, they could be hitting on us because we’re vampires?” I ask.

  “Maybe. Although they seemed more interested in Chelly than me, so I’m not sure.”

  “It’s odd though, right?”

  He nods and stretches. “Certainly bears monitoring. How did you go about trying to influence Mina’s thoughts?”

  “I stared into her eyes and tried to force some will into my words. I felt a little stupid at the time—maybe I did it wrong?”

  “Conceptually, you got it right. I placed compulsion on all three women the other night, so it should have worked… unless…”

  “Unless what?”

  “Unless you did it wrong or they were already under compulsion from someone more powerful than you.”

  “Could Vivian have put a vamp whammy on them when she arrived?”

  Drew gazes out the window at the gradually lightening sky. It’s still quite dark, with less than ninety minutes until the sun rises. “If she did, I wouldn’t have been able to break it. And why would she want the ladies to be friendly to you when she promised Bunny she’d watch out for you?” He shakes his head. “Makes no sense. I’m thinking you did it wrong.”

  Anxiety presses through me, stirring up my gut and souring the recent blood I’ve consumed. “I’m worried about my family in Alaska.”

  Drew turns to face me, concern in his eyes. “I know, man, but there’s nothing we can do about it from here. We’re too far away. We can’t desert our master and fly back on a whim.”

  I nod, knowing he’s right.

  “We need to have faith in the seethe members left behind. Asa is loyal to a fault. He’d take a bullet for your family without a second thought.”

  I try to smile through a blurry haze in my eyes, “Yeah, that bald bastard has an honest soul. He was a perfect match for serving our country.”

  “That’s right. You need to keep that in mind. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep your family safe, even above every other employee, without being told.”

  I recall the way he’s played with my kids, and the shine my seven-year-old daughter has taken to him. She calls him Uncle Asa and he never bats an eye.

  “Maybe they should stay in the tunnels for a few days?” I ask. “There are lots of unused bunker rooms down there.” Hope makes my voice a little high. Drew is the highest-ranking vampire we have after Vivian. If he says no I know the ex-soldier won’t consider breaking the decision.

  “I think if you’re worried, then hiding them below ground is the safest solution.” A sigh escapes me at his answer. “But do you want your kids cooped up down there for a long time?”

  “I want them alive. They’ll get over being bored.” I reach for the phone while Drew moves toward the door. “Thanks, man.”

  Pain tightens his features and I have a brief moment to wonder if he’s lost more than his wife Angie. He nods to me and leaves. I’m beginning to realize a long life may not be all it’s cracked up to be. Sure, I may last for decades, even centuries, longer than I should. But from what I’ve seen that doesn’t come without a lot of drawbacks, too.

  Losing those you love, experiencing the pain of their death over and over with a sharper memory than when you were human, facing life without them… a shiver runs through me as my wife answers the phone. I don’t want to face those hardships. I’m not ready. But then again, when is anyone ready for true death?

  Chapter Sixteen

  Asa

  The eerie calm of the tunnels surrounds me as I descend the first few rungs of the escape ladder in Bunny and Paul’s bedroom closet. Bunny went first and I handed their bags down to her. The children followed, both sleepy but excited by the adventure of something new. Like every child without a care in the world, they have no idea of the danger they’re in. And with careful planning they might never know about what’s going on the surface for the next few days.

  I closed up the house and secured the doorways before heading down. The wooden floor of the closet was lowered into place and with one last spin, I tightened the hatch leading to the secret exit. Locked up tight.

  They’ll be safe.

  I finish shimming down the metal rungs of the ladder and land on the concrete floor next to the waiting family. These kids remind me of my younger cousins years ago. I vividly recall how much those two loved exploring new places. A smile forms as I try to match my expression to the excitement I see on their faces. “Who’s ready to see the cool underground bunker room?”

  Two high-pitched voices screech their enthusiasm, and their small bodies look like they will barely be able to contain themselves another moment. “Me!” they yell in unison.

  I grab their bags and start down the tunnel toward the inn. The trio follows me through the many twists and turns for about fifteen minutes, with the occasional calling out of words and phrases from the children to hear their voices echo in the tight space.

  Eager to join in the fun, I call out “Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to work we go….” The three accompany me, one verse off, until it sounds like a squadron of Disney dwarves fills the dimly lit space. Thanks to the singing, their spirits are high and they seem unaware of the possible danger that drove them underground to begin with. Good, I’d rather not have to field difficult questions like that myself—let their mom deal with it.

  I round
one last bend and stop at a steel door, which lies about fifty yards from the north wing basement entrance. Behind the cold metal are two interconnecting rooms, the smaller one having the only functioning sink and toilet combination this close to the inn.

  I reach in to flick on the overhead steel-caged bulb. The light illuminates the couch and TV that were in my bedroom. The small makeshift kitchen holds the borrowed fridge and microwave from the conference room, and a folding card table with chairs from a supply room on the main floor of the inn.

  The kids burst through the opening and run squealing with delight around the center of the room. Bunny follows and puts her bag on the folding table. She looks around in awe, shocked at the clean appearance of the drab concrete room. “Wow, Asa. You really outdid yourself. I was expecting dusty Army cots in a 60s bomb shelter.”

  I shrug, not willing to admit the hours it took to clear out all the old munitions and supplies. It was a simple task and I was glad to do it for them. “Sorry—don’t want to disappoint you—but cots are in the next room. They are newer and have clean mattresses.”

  The kids race into the smaller room and start to screech in excitement, “Mom! Mom! You have to see what’s in here!”

  She stops briefly near the coffee table, glancing at the PG movies I borrowed from Rafe’s collection, and the Wii remotes and games. “These plus the books and school work they packed should keep them busy.”

  Bunny walks into the next room and stops dead. I’m right behind her and stay in the doorway to not crowd the family in the tight confines. Bed sheets from the upstairs guest rooms line the walls like closed curtains. Gathers of fabric, where I used the masonry gun to nail them to the concrete ceiling, drape to the wall, creating a tent-like feel to the room.

  Cots line three walls, head and feet almost touching in the cramped space. The open door rests against the remaining wall with a naked sink protruding a few inches past it. Beyond the porcelain, sheets hang diagonally across the corner. Paul’s son races to inspect what lies behind the fabric.