Vampire Vacation (The V V Inn)

by C. J. Ellisson

  Insert here: They were screwing them.

  Damn.

  “Anyone I know?”

  His laughter reaches across the miles. “You always were the clever one, two steps ahead of the other killers. We haven’t had an enforcer like you since you left. No one ever got away from you. You still hold the record for the highest number of kills, you know.”

  I could care less and this was revealing way more to Jon and Asa’s super hearing then I had wanted. “Names, please?”

  “Well, Dimitri’s still here. You know how he feels about you.”

  Dimitri was very, very close, and I do mean in a biblical sense, to one of the old ancients I convinced to walk into the sun. As far as I knew, he still couldn’t connect Victor’s death to me. Dimitri knew I had hated that son of a bitch with all of my heart. I certainly wasn’t sad when Victor committed an assisted suicide, but Dimitri sure was. He saw the pedophilic ancient vampire as his ticket to a seat on the circle and I delayed his plans by a century. “And then, there’s Jonah. Whatever did you do to that man?”

  I stole his heart and crushed it, but I’m not going to tell Rolando that. It was centuries ago and I had hoped Jonah would let bygones be bygones sooner or later.

  “Neither would have overseen Ivan’s release. Do you know who did?”

  Someone pointed Ivan in Angie’s direction and I’m betting Dimitri is too smart to get his hands dirty.

  Rolando is quiet for a few seconds. “It was an enforcer. A newer one, she has been in service for about five years. Her name is Emiko. I don’t know her well yet.”

  “Would she have been privy to Ivan’s records prior to his release?”

  “If she requested to see them, yes. I don’t think she would have been denied. But you know as well as I do that not all enforcers care about the details. Some simply follow orders. That was nearly two years ago.” He finally comes around and asks what I thought he would have asked sooner. “Tell me why you need to know this now. What has happened?”

  I look up and meet Rafe’s eyes. He nods. He wants me to trust Rolando and tell him what is going on. God, this rubs me the wrong way. I grit my teeth once then release my jaw.

  “We’ve got a problem up here.” I fill him in on the killing, Drew’s wife Angie being murdered, what I saw in Sheba’s head, the sabotage at the power plant and finish with Jon’s half-wolf getting torn up. I leave off the bit about the wrong scent.

  Honestly, if it looks like a duck, walks like a duck and sounds like a duck, well, more than likely, it’s a damn duck.

  Jon and Rafe are making motions at me, trying to get me to add the part about the scent. But I’ve made up my mind and I’m not going to humor them anymore. I wave them off, focusing on Rolando on the other end of the line.

  “It does sound like it could be Ivan. I’ll have to tell the ancients of these events, you know that.”

  “Yes, I know.” Resignation colors my voice. I really don’t like coming up on their radar anymore than I absolutely have too. “Malik and Coraline still there?” Two more old vamps who hate me. Damn, I really didn’t socialize well four hundred and fifty years ago. I had a big chip on my shoulder and hated most of my own kind. Which made the enforcer part real easy to do.

  Rolando chuckles again at my obvious displeasure. “Yes. You really did piss a lot of people off when you were here, didn’t you?”

  Jon cracks a smile at that one, doing a silent little clapping motion. He mouths Bravo at me with exaggerated mirth. Jerk.

  I break into the humorous moment with the nitty-gritty. “Do I need a sanctioned kill from the tribunal, or will the ruling of ‘breach on my territory and harm to those I protect’ suffice?”

  If we’re going to kill this bastard I want to make sure I don’t have old enemies coming after me for the hell of it.

  A sigh reaches me from across the line. “No, you’re good. I’ll make sure I announce your intentions with my report on the incidents.”

  Sensing the end of the conversation, Rafe motions with his hand at Asa. Damn, almost forgot. “Oh, one last thing, Rolando. Tell the record keepers I have a new member in my seethe. His name is Asa Monson. We’ll send the details of his lineage in an email with Rafe’s electronic signature as witness.”

  “What?” Rolando sounds incredulous. “Alexandria the Great takes a member into her seethe? First time in over two hundred years?” Genuine happiness trickles into his words. “This calls for a celebration, I’ll send you…”

  I hang up the phone. I’ve said all I need to say and I’m tired of listening to the windbag. I glance up at the men. Asa looks concerned. Good. He should be. Jon appears to be thinking about all he heard. That bastard is probably cataloging all the possible new enemies he heard I had. Rafe smiles at me.

  Good job, love. I know that wasn’t easy for you.

  He’s right. It wasn’t.

  My body goes cold. Like an Arctic breeze came through the door, but it hits only me. I bolt to my feet.

  “Something’s wrong.”

  I reach out with my senses. Closing my eyes, I extend beyond the cabin. I push my power out, down through my bloodline. I can connect with every living and non-living being on the property that has consumed my blood within the last month.

  Tiny filaments of energy reach out from my core. They sweep out into the darkness, meeting a strong spark at every end. Except one. One is flickering and failing fast. It’s dying. And someone is taking that life. A life that is mine.

  Chapter Twenty-three

  “It’s Paul. Someone has drained him of blood.”

  I bolt from the table and rip the cabin door off its hinges in my haste to make it into the night. The men’s voices sound behind me in the distance but I can’t chance stopping or slowing for a moment to allow them to catch up. I must get to Paul quickly before he’s gone for good.

  Dria! It could be a trap! Rafe shouts in my mind.

  I race down the paved paths, barely feeling my feet touch the ground. No, Ivan has left him. I can sense Paul’s alone. He’s lost a lot of blood.

  Where is he? We’ll meet you.

  Sprinting as fast as I can, I round the last bend that leads to the hotel. Bushes and twinkling lights stream past me like a continuous beam of headlights speeding along a highway. He was heading home, to the family cabins. He’s on a snowmobile trail about a half-mile northwest of the main building.

  We’ll meet you there as soon as we can. What are you going to do?

  I’ll let you know the options when I get there.

  No sooner do I finish that thought I hear Paul’s labored breathing up ahead in the darkness.

  “Paul! It’s me, Vivian! I’m coming!”

  I come upon his snowmobile first. The red machine leans on its side and the engine has stopped. Paul lies face down, very still, on the hard, ice-packed trail.

  I turn him over and place his head in my lap. His skin is deathly pale, his heartbeat faint in my ears. The end is near for Paul.

  Crap! We’ve run out of options, Rafe. I would suggest Jon bite him, but he’s too far gone to survive the virus. Should I do it?

  You’re asking me? It’s your choice. But I’d like to argue that he does have a wife and two children.

  Oh God, that makes it harder. On the one hand, I can change him and if things don’t work out or he’s not happy with the choice, I could kill him again. On the other, he’s got kids and it should really be between him and his family to make the choice to turn.

  Well, it’s always easier to beg for forgiveness than ask for permission.

  Decision made, I tear into my wrist with my teeth while I listen deep inside him. His heart grows more and more faint, and I wait for the crucial moment. A vampire can only be turned if you catch the human at the right point in time before death. The virus is ingested and then works its way through the tissue before the life is completely lost. I’ve never been one of those doubters, wondering whether or not vampires have a soul. If we never truly die, then how would w
e lose it?

  Our actions before and after we turned is what will eventually damn us—not proof positive that we have souls or not. Paul must lose nearly all of his blood and have it replaced with a vampire’s blood before death to turn into one of the undead. Rafe’s mate bond is different. He donated and consumed a liter a day for ten days as part of the ritual to become my mate, but he was never near death at any time.

  Rafe, I’m going to need a full donation from several sources. Paul’s going to require a lot of my blood.

  Shit. And you just fed from Jon last night.

  I open Paul’s mouth with my right hand and lower my left wrist to his lips. I squeeze my forearm a bit to get the blood to course between his lips. Once his mouth is full, I massage his throat to swallow it down.

  Well, that leaves you. I can’t take nearly enough from you to sustain me for long. Damn, who would have thought this would happen? I can’t believe I don’t have a plan covering this scenario. What the hell!

  I search for alternatives in my mind, fully aware that Rafe is doing the same.

  How about Olivia? Rafe asks. She hasn’t been here that long. You may be able to safely drink from her and not bind her to you. We could give her bottled water during the rest of her stay.

  As my blood starts to seep through his organs, Paul slowly regains his strength. His mouth latches onto my wrist and he starts to suck like I’ve got crack in my veins and he’s an addict hoping to get it all out.

  Good idea. Call the hotel and have them find her. Tell Asa to detour to the hotel to escort her here, weapon at the ready.

  Think you’ll need more?

  Oh, I know I’ll need more. It’s just a matter of time.

  Paul’s hands come up to grip my forearm in place. His teeth nibble on the torn skin, instinctively opening the wound to drink more down. The cold of the night sinks into me. I wish we were anywhere but out here, exposed in the woods. As if reading my mind and sensing my discomfort, Jon and Rafe appear through the trees in that exact instant.

  “Whew,” I sigh. “Am I ever happy to see you two. Paul here is a hungry little bugger.”

  Without saying a word, Rafe comes up behind me to cradle my back. He picks me, and part of Paul, off the ground enough to scoot underneath us. Rafe’s warm arms circle me, drawing me back into the warmth of his now open coat.

  “How much longer, liebling?” Rafe whispers in my ear.

  “Another ten minutes or so, I think. He’s sucking it down pretty fast but he lost a lot of blood.”

  “We need to tell his wife,” Jon announces. “You want to tell her or should I?”

  I don’t answer him. It’s pretty damn obvious I’m not going anywhere for a while, so I speak my mind instead.

  “Bunny has been here ten years, just like Paul. They met on the property and married. Both were donors before that, so it’s not like they don’t know what’s going on.” I pause, lost in my thoughts, and consider the woman I’ve known for years. “I think she’ll be okay with it. Ultimately, I think the decision is hers. If she can’t live with him and doesn’t think he would want to be a vampire then I’m going to need to kill him before their kids see him.” The thought weighs me down so much, I feel like I could cry. “Please, God, let her be okay with it or this night is going to be so bad for us.”

  “Us?” Jon snorts. “I think Paul has it the worst. His wife decides his fate? Shit, I hope they haven’t been fighting or anything lately.”

  Jerk. Like I need anything else to make me feel bad about this right now.

  “Should I have chosen differently, Jon?” I wave my free hand down to the chef sucking at my wrist. “Should I have let him die when it was my enemy that attacked him?”

  “No. No!” He’s pacing back and forth on the trail. “You did the decent thing. If he hated vampires, he wouldn’t have stayed this long, no matter what you were paying him. Hell, he wouldn’t have made it through the interview process if he was pre-disposed to hating the idea.” Jon kicks out with a foot, aiming for nothing. “Fuck!” He walks off into the night toward the cabins in the distance. “I’ll calm down on the walk.”

  His next action belies his words. Jon punches up at the sky, letting out a horrible yell. He lets out a string of expletives, ending on a sigh. When he speaks next, he’s further down the trail and his voice sounds much calmer.

  “I’ll break the news to Bunny. She shouldn’t hear this in a phone call.” Anger and confusion radiate off the werewolf in waves.

  Yes, the walk will do Jon good. This incident right on the heels of his dog has got to be taking its toll on him. I hope for Paul’s sake, the married couple had stayed up late into the night talking about all the gruesome what-if scenarios like most of us have. I know Rafe wants me to change him one day if there is no other alternative, but with my strength added to his own, we hope that it never becomes a choice I have to make.

  Liebling, you’re getting maudlin. If it ever came to that, we’d be the first to make it work. Trust me on that.

  Millennia of vampires have tried turning their mates when faced with death, but I know none have made it work past a few years. Best not to borrow trouble when you don’t need to, so I force myself to stop thinking about it.

  “I need your wrist. I’m getting really cold.”

  Rafe removes his glove, pushes up his coat sleeve baring his skin to me.

  “This one won’t be fun out here on the ice.” His silky voice caresses my ear. “But it will certainly help keep me warm.” He licks the outer edge of my earlobe in emphasis. “Bite me, baby, bite me,” he whispers, while settling me more firmly in his lap.

  I know what he’s doing. He’s trying to distract me from this horrible tableau laid out at our feet. Despite the cold seeping in through my damp leather pants, I feel warm and tingly at the thought of his invitation. I do my best to ignore the sucking sounds coming from Paul while I lower my mouth to Rafe’s warm skin. My canines elongate in need. I lick the pulse beating strongly below the surface, trailing my wet tongue up his arm a few inches.

  God, you taste good.

  Rafe’s chuckle vibrates against my back, reverberating up to where our heads are touching. A shudder passes through me when I think of what I’d rather be doing when I feed from my lover.

  Rafe’s warmth comes through in my mind. I love that you want me, Dria. As much as I want you.

  Yeah, our timing sucks right now, eh?

  Bring me with your bite. We haven’t done that in years.

  No projections? Hmm… this could be fun.

  Is something wrong with me? Here I am, in the woods, a killer on the loose, turning an employee from death’s door with semi-immortality, and what do I want to do? Feed from my husband and bring him to completion with my bite.

  I run the tip of my tongue in circles over the spot I’m going to bite, causing Rafe to grow hard beneath my ass. His chuckle is more internal now then external, rumbling softly through my mind.

  Well, darling, no one could ever accuse us of being boring, that’s for damn straight.

  First one sharp fang, then the second, break the taut flesh at Rafe’s wrist. I tilt my head at a slight angle to ensure the holes I make open a bit, allowing the blood to flow freely. My lips lock around the wound. Drawing deep from the opening, warm life-giving blood rushes into my mouth. Heat spreads down my throat as I swallow, coating and clinging as it goes.

  I push my will a bit more, wrapping Rafe’s entire body in a cocoon of pleasure. Each pull from me brings him closer to completion. This will not be a traditional ejaculatory orgasm, but a full-body tantric peak. His breathing steadies, slowing down in time with his heartbeat. The drawing of his life into my own body builds him up to a huge plateau.

  Shudders run through his strong body beneath me. His erection never subsides; it pulses in time with the shudders. Strong arms convulse around me as the peak continues. There’s no pinnacle to crest, but rather like a long wave a surfer rides for miles. Minutes pass until I’m sure I’ve
taken all that I safely can.

  I pull back and lap delicately at the holes I’ve made, sealing his skin instantly. Rafe’s body wraps as tightly around me as he can get. I love to feel the strength of his arms as he holds me close. Light kisses touch the side of my neck as I lower his arm.

  Wow, Dria, to think I almost forgot how good that could be. We need to put that back into the rotation. Mind-blowing.

  I don’t normally need to take a full feeding from you, so it hasn’t been an option.

  I look down at the still suckling Paul. Eww… this is taking a long time. Movement down the trail draws my attention. I push out with my senses and can feel Asa’s bright energy signature. He’s consumed more of my blood than most people on the resort, so he’s easy to spot.

  “Vivian!” Asa’s voice calls through the darkness.

  “Here!” I call, “Up ahead, on the trail!”

  Deciding Paul’s feeding is complete, I gently nudge his head away from my wrist. I send a push of power his direction to ensure he complies without making a scene like grabbing my arm back for more. The newly changed need subtle direction from their makers in the beginning, until they gain control of the blood lust.

  Paul’s head lifts. He meets my eyes with a confused look. “Vivian? What happened?” His big brown eyes appear lost in his round lovable face. “I feel wrong.”

  I can see the outline of Asa and Olivia rounding the last bend of the trail. We’re about to be alone no longer. I need to work fast.

  “You were attacked by a rogue vampire. He drained your blood to kill you.” Some of my weariness seeps into my tone. “I arrived in time to give you my blood to turn you.”

  “Turn me?” He raises a hand to his bloody lips. His fingertips smear a bit of red into the skin of his chin. In the dark moonlight, his hand comes away looking black.

  “Oh no… oh no… oh God, no!” Panic replaces the confusion. “My children! Are they okay?”

  “Shit. I’m sorry, Paul.” I grab both his cheeks, forcing his gaze to lock on to mine. “Your kids are okay. So is Bunny. You need to sleep.”