Sweet Seduction Serenade

by Nicola Claire

  I twisted with the pull of my neck, not resisting it. I brought my right arm across my chest and up under my left armpit, directly towards his chest. The angle wasn't great, but it was close enough. As soon as he felt the silver of the stake breach his skin and enter his chest wall, he froze. I took my advantage and pushed the baby home.

  There was a sickening squelching sound as the stake slid further in, resting on the edge of his heart. His arms fell away, no longer responding to his commands and he crumpled backwards towards the ground. I went with him, twisting round to face him completely, not letting my grip on the stake release, or the stake move anywhere but further in. Lying on top of him, looking into those red-rimmed glowing eyes, I twisted the stake minutely, feeling the moment it touched the chamber of his heart.

  His eyes widened slightly, a look of utter incredulity on them. I smiled and said, “Night, night, Sweetie” as the stake finally sunk home. For an instant, nothing happened and then I was face first in a pile of dust, coughing and choking on vampire residue.

  I rolled away, grasping my side, trying to stop the racking coughing from tearing my already tender ribs further apart. Finally after several minutes, I managed to control myself and slowly sat up.

  It took a moment for me to get my bearings. There was still a low level humming in my mind, the last of the vamp's Sanguis Vitam seeping into the night, but there was no other indication of power in the vicinity. I took as deep a breath as I could manage, then hauled myself over to the blonde.

  She was coming round, groaning. There was a slight mark on her neck, not deep, he hadn't managed to fully penetrate. Thank God. “You'll be all right now,” I said. She opened her eyes and looked at me.

  “Who the hell are you?” she demanded, speech a little slurred.

  See, here's the thing. When a vamp glazes you with his gaze, he can have you thinking any number of things. Hell, he could make you jump off the Harbour Bridge if he wanted to, but most of the time, they're not that inventive. It's usually a vision of utter happiness, if they're kind, or in Sweetie Pie's case, a feeling that you're drunk and just having a quiet moment in the alley to yourself. Waking up and finding a dishevelled female leaning over you is not the most pleasant of visions, even if you think you're smashed.

  I pulled back. “There's a taxi stand down the street by McDonald's,” I said, indicating the direction with a nod of my head. “You fell over, must have been a good night, huh?”

  She struggled to her feet, still glaring at me, but started to take a shaky step away. I wanted to reach out and help, but vampire induced psychosis is not something you can easily get involved with. The glazing just doesn't allow it. She'd be all right though, no real harm done.

  Me, on the other hand, I ached. From head to toe. I haven't been that badly beaten up for months. This was going to take some getting over.

  I dusted down my skirt and straightened my blouse. No rips, cool. And was just reaching for my stake and knife when I heard the humming and felt the low level power of a baby vamp nearby. Only young, less than 50 I'd say. Easy on any ordinary night, but tonight was shaping up to be unusual. You never knew.

  I spun around to face it, stake out and knife ready to go. Shane Smith walked round the corner of the alley and stood ten metres away. He smiled his shy smile and thrust his hands deep into his pockets. His shock of white curly hair caught the glint of a street light, his pale features in contrast to his black attire, regular wear for members of Michel's inner circle.

  “Hey Shane,” I said as I sheathed my knife and pocketed my stake. “What's up?”

  Shane had been turned no less than thirty years ago, by none other than Michel Durand, the Master Vampire of Auckland City. He was now serving his time as Michel's gopher, the vamp who took messages and parcels where they needed to go. He was a weakling, as far as vamps go and always would be. But I liked him, I couldn't help it. I felt sorry for the guy. Who knew you had to give up your soul and live for ever like a doormat when offered life for eternity. He was a sorry excuse for a vampire, but he meant no one any harm.

  “The Master wishes to see you,” he said with a small tentative smile.

  I sighed. “Now Michel knows I'm not one of his puppets to order around, so why don't you just go and tell your Master that I'm kind of busy tonight.”

  “Aww, come on, Luce! Ya know I can't return to him without ya, he'd have me for dinner, he would.”

  Unfortunately, as melodramatic as that sounded, he would. Michel might be one of the nice guys, but he was a Master Vampire in charge of a city, albeit a city in the antipodes, he had to be strong and ruthless when it counted. I had no doubt Shane would clob it for my refusal to attend.

  Another sigh and another subconscious flattening of my skirt and shirt. “OK, let's go see the Master,” I said as I strode past him into the night.

  Read on for the first chapter in Mixed Blessing (MBM, Book 1) in the Mixed Blessing Mystery Series by Nicola Claire:

  Chapter 1

  Hunger

  Hunger licked through me like the flames of Hell; potent and deadly. It had been six days since I last heeded the call. Three days too long. But an eternity too short. I swallowed past the increasing amount of saliva in my mouth and ran my tongue over my too long fangs. Willing them to retract.

  Not now. Not here. I promised the Dark Shadow I would feed. But, not from those I worked with. Not here in this place I called home. I'd find a dark alley with some low-life jerk selling drugs to the desperate, then the fire would quieten. Then the Dark Shadow would retreat. Then I could pretend it was all a dream.

  Or a nightmare. They are one and the same to me.

  My break was nearly over, soon I'd have to face the throngs of humanity on the clubroom floor. Watch the pulses underneath their sweat soaked skin. Smell their life, their blood and fight the urge to strike. I don't hunt at Sensations. Apart from the fact my boss would slice me in two if I did, you just don't dine at work. It's bad for business. I'd have to hunt on the way home and considering my shift doesn't finish until four, the only food left available on the streets is either drunk or stoned.

  My face twisted in a grimace at the impending task ahead. I hated what I had become. The only saving grace was that I was good at killing too. Being what I am, meant living a life bridging two worlds. Half one thing, half another. A hybrid, a mixture of two creatures that shouldn't have ever existed. I may have craved blood on a semi-regular basis, but I also never ventured out without my stake. A gift from Lucinda. The only thing I took readily from her. The rest: the advice, the offered help, the kindness, she could keep. I was not a charity case to experiment on. To ease her conscience. I was not here to make her sleep better at night.

  If she thought I wasn't capable of killing her, then she wasn't as good at this game as she made out.

  I took a deep breath in and squared my shoulders. Then checked myself in the staffroom mirror. Doug, my boss, insists we all wear black. I never used to wear black. I was more of a yellow and green kind of girl. But Sensations has a black dress code for staff. It doesn't matter what you wear as long as it is black. I rebel sometimes. Wear bright coloured bangles, a necklace with a bright logo hanging down between my breasts. Or, like today, bright yellow happy faces hanging from my earrings. They make me gag, but I can tell they have an even bigger effect on Doug and Jett.

  Doug runs the bar, he's OK, in a quiet head down kind of way. But Jett scares the hell out of me. He's the Master of the City and you can feel it. I know when he is in the room. I know when he is close. My whole body tingles with the power of his office. The urge to bow and scrape undeniable. Well almost. I fight it. Like I fight Doug. And Lucinda. And Samson. I fight them all, but they put up with me, because Lucinda has told them to. I don't know quite what sort of hold she has over the vampires in this city, but it's big and powerful. It's not that they fear her, it's something else. Something deeper. I don't get it. I don't really want to.

  I undid my pony tail and ran my hands through my
long blonde, wavy hair. Pulling it back into a tidy tail, fastening it high up on my head. Even tied up it came well past my shoulders. I liked my hair tied back when wearing earrings I needed noticed. The happy faces dangled merrily against my jaw. I studied my face. Pale white. I didn't normally get a tan in summer, but even if I had tanned in the past, I was turned in the middle of winter. A winter that had followed on from a very wet and uninspiring summer the year before. So, no tan, just a translucent white that coupled with my platinum blonde hair made me look almost albino.

  My eyes didn't help. Normally a cerulean blue, when hungry the red creeps in from the edges, tingeing them a strange unnatural purple. At the moment they would be more red than purple, but contact lenses put paid to that. Now they were nothing more than a boring dark, dark blue. You can't hide red with lighter colours, so I have to go dark. It's a tell I hate. Doug knows when I haven't fed for a while, because me eyes are suddenly dark blue instead of light.

  I swiped my lips with a bright red lipstick. The colour would draw attention to my full lips and away from my tell-tail eyes. Usually I like people noticing my eyes. They're big and bright and I have been told, beautiful. But no one likes blood-shot eyes, so bright red lips it is.

  Brushing my black tank top down and adjusting my black skin tight jeans I pasted a smile on my face and pushed open the staffroom door.

  The smell of humans engulfed me and made me suck in an unnecessary breath of air. I paused and struck my hand out against the wall to stop myself from collapsing. I felt so weak in the face of all that life force. So tiny compared to the enormous size of humanity. A fly to be swatted away. A bug to be crushed under a rubber soled boot. I licked my lips, undoubtedly removing some of my well placed lipstick, then shook my head to clear the pounding of heartbeats that had taken up residence in there.

  I needed to feed. I needed blood. My eyes closed as I forced those thoughts aside and straightened up to my full height; five foot eight inches, out of heels. I could do this. I could last another two hours in Hell and then break free of the devil's hold for a little longer.

  I'd have to sell a little more of my soul to do it. But what's my soul worth in the light of all those innocents?

  I pushed the remaining door open that led to the clubroom floor. The thumping music filled my ears immediately, clashing with the heartbeats for a moment and then winning the war. I started humming along to the song: Black Eyed Peas I Gotta Feeling, sinking myself into the music and not the call of the blood.

  I could do this. Just two hours more. I could cope.

  The first human in my face was young. Maybe only just legal in an establishment like this. Being New Zealand, the legal age for drinking alcohol was eighteen. He looked like he might still be in school. Last year before hitting college. Last fling with his best mates, out on the town at the infamous Sensations. Living life on the wild side.

  I breathed through my mouth. I don't need to breathe, I'm undead. Well, half of me is. But, the Norms notice if your chest fails to rise, your pulse fails to beat at the side of your neck. If you fail to blink. It took a full month for me to master the practice of pretend living. The older vamps do it in their sleep. I don't think I do. I don't know. I haven't had someone sleep beside me through the day since I turned, to tell me otherwise.

  I smiled at his innocent, beguiling face. A small smattering of dark stubble brushed his cheeks and jaw, making him seem more cute, than rugged. He didn't carry himself like a man who had seen a bit of the world. His innocence permeated the air between us. His life force, his blood, screamed victim. Prey. It would be so easy to glaze him. To draw him in. To lure him into my web and then feast until he was no more.

  So easy.

  Yet another reason why I wear contact lenses when I am so hungry. You can't glaze past the silicone hydro-gel. There'd be no on-the-spot hunting here. I couldn't satisfy my Dark Shadow's urge. It would have to wait until I disrobe from this shell I wear. Leave Sensations, remove the lenses, open myself up to the Dark. A transformation as beautiful and horrendous as a butterfly from a chrysalis.

  “What can I get you to drink?” I asked, ramping up the smile a bit. If I could dazzle him with my pearly whites, then he wouldn't notice the wrongness of my eyes.

  “Jim Beam and Coke.” Ah, a wannabe. Not quite one of the big boys, but giving it an honest go.

  I poured him a triple. If he lasted the next two hours I might just allow myself to hunt him home.

  He handed over his money, holding onto the note a little longer than necessary. My lips finally made a believable smile. You're mine, they said. He smiled back already trapped in my web and going nowhere fast.

  I turned to the cash register and noticed Doug watching me from the other end of the bar. He knew, but he wouldn't say anything. As long as I started the hunt outside of Sensations's door. I didn't meet his eyes. I knew what they would show. Relief. Relief that I was playing at being a good little vampire at last. That I was willing to feed again.

  I returned the change to pre-college boy and slammed it home with another wattage overloaded smile. He crumbled, licked his lips and hesitated before being called back into the false security of his crowd. Safety in numbers, it does work. But, only if you haven't already swallowed the bait. It would take little for me to separate the now weakest from the herd.

  I returned my attention to the next victim in line, but he lacked what I wanted. I couldn't say why it was I hunted the younger of the species. Maybe it was their will to survive. They're not so jaded. They still believe in happy endings. Like I used to. I tried to ignore that side of me. I tried to feed from only scum. But, my Light-filled side was not as strong when I hadn't eaten for six days. I knew I should have fed closer together, then my Light would have more control over the Dark Shadow inside. But, that part of me that didn't want to feed at all was so strong too. This week it won.

  And now my Dark Shadow would get what she craves. Young, innocent, full of life. Blood. If I was a demon I'd be stealing their souls too. The younger, the better. More power for the evil in the world. But I'm not a demon. I'm a half-vampire, with a penchant for the young and beguiling. A taste only for their blood. Their souls would be safe tonight, perhaps even their lives. I did have some control over the Dark Shadow, at least where killing was concerned.

  But, my soul was another matter. Another matter entirely.

  The next few customers blurred into each other. The music my only safe haven in amongst the plethora of blood-filled bodies that swam over the dance floor and retreated to the bar for replenishment. One rapidly beating pulse after another. One sweat soaked, humanity reeking body after another. All clamouring for their next fix. Just like me. Addicts to our own personal drugs.

  Young pre-college boy was back for another round. This time he'd gained some courage. His smile more flirtatious. His eyes leaving my lips and trailing over my upper body. I was taller than him, but it might have been an illusion. The bar was the highest spot in the club. Good for spotting trouble above the rhythmic movement of the crowd. Today I could see all the way across the room to the group of vampires in the corner, sitting on the gold, brown and red plushly furnished dark gleaming wooden benches that makes Sensations the chicest spot du jour.

  No humans were with them yet, but they were hunting. Just like me. One happened to look up at the moment my eyes spotted him. He raised his half full glass in a salute and smiled a knowing smile. He knew me. He probably thought he knew all about me. He'd be wrong. His name's Marcus and he lives with Samson and Lucinda. He's part of their group. He's also going be the first one I stake. He's too cocky, too confident. He thinks he rules the world.

  A soft clearing of a throat in front of me brought me back to my mark. I smiled.

  “Sorry, got distracted there. Another Jim Beam?” He liked that I had remembered what he was drinking. I'd served over thirty customers since I last did him. It made him feel special. He should have felt special. He was the only person in this room who mattered to me no
w.

  “Yeah, thanks,” he replied. Smile bigger, eyes showing more than just approval.

  I poured the drink with a little vampire flourish, not enough to draw attention, just enough to impress the impressionable. It was all part of the act. The lure. The web. My Dark Shadow approved of my tactics. She practically purred in anticipation of the hunt. Doug moved closer in my periphery.

  I slid the finished drink across the bar and leaned down provocatively. “This one's on the house,” I said, just loud enough for him to hear. He swallowed and I watched the movement closely.

  “Wh...when do you knock off?” he asked haltingly, caught in my trap. So easy.

  I flicked a glance at the wall clock. One more hour. I was about to reply when Doug leant in and whispered, only loud enough for a vampire to hear, “Go now, you need to feed.” He pulled back and offered a smile. I didn't return it.

  I didn't need his help. I didn't need his concern. I could control the need. The hunger. I didn't need a free pass, a get-out-of-jail-free card. I didn't need him or anyone else.

  I turned back to the young guy and smiled. “One more hour.” Doug shook his head and walked away.

  The guy nodded and went to say something else, but a drunk pushed in front demanding a beer. I winked at the guy, his face beamed and he returned to his mates to watch me from their table off to the side.

  The next hour dragged. My Dark Shadow complained incessantly. I was starting to notice the older humans. The ones in their late twenties and thirties. The ones still capturing what is left of their failing youth. They weren't young enough for my taste, but the Dark Shadow didn't care. Their hearts beat, blood flows in their veins. What more do you want? she asked.

  I wanted freedom. I wanted my life back. I wanted the sun and hamburgers and my innocence again. I wanted the last few months to not exist. I wanted to ignore the ad in the paper for competent and experienced bar staff at Sensations, the most popular bar in Auckland City. I wanted Samson to never have entered my life.