Four Centuries (Damned and Cursed Book 7) (11 page)

"Vampire virus?" Walter said.
 
"I thought that was an act of terrorism—"

"Shut up, and learn something.
 
Victoria also killed Anatol Grigori."

The room filled with hushed whispers and eye raising.
 
The vampires taking notes with laptops and phones started new files.
 
The group still afraid of technology turned the page in their notebooks and pads.

"Victoria, please, enlighten us," another said.
 
"Anatol, from what we're told, was the first vampire-witch hybrid.
 
Terrifying, obviously, I don't need to say it.
 
Did you find out how he came to be?"

"No.
 
I was too busy killing him."

"How
did
you kill him?"

"Anatol was powerful," Victoria offered.
 
"But he still had to follow the rules, except for sunlight.
 
I drove a stake through his heart and set him on fire."

"A vampire that can walk in the day.
 
Now that's also a frightening thought."

"But how did you get close enough?
 
Getting through a witch and their magic.
 
Did you work alone?"

She hesitated, not liking where this was going.

"No."

They waited for elaboration that didn't come.

"Well, what about your team?
 
We'd love to meet them.
 
Many of the situations we deal with could use good people."

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't."

Walter spoke up once again.

"There are
no
secrets in this room—"

She leaned back and laughed, interrupting him.
 
The vampires stared at her in confusion.
 
It was the first laugh they'd heard all week.

"Please!
 
I may be the new chick here, but I know most of you.
 
No secrets.
 
Yeah, right.
 
Let's not lie to each other, now."

Terry dismissed Walter with a wave.

"Ignore that fool," he said, then addressed the room.
 
"My point I was trying to make is simple.
 
Treat Victoria with respect.
 
Every single one of you is in her debt."

Walter stared at the table, thoroughly humbled, his voice a whisper.

"My apologies."

Victoria nodded at Walter, and also at Terry, for defending her.

She listened in dismay as they discussed the witch in Portland.
 
They didn't discuss anything personal about him, or her.
 
Not whether the witch was good or bad, young or old, had any kind of family or friends.
 
The only thing discussed was the best methods to kill it.
 
The witch could have saved thousands of lives while taking care of the elderly on the weekends.
 
That didn't matter.
 
The only thing that was important was the witch had to die.
 
They were too powerful to be left to their own devices.

Victoria thought the same thing, not too long ago.

But even a person four centuries old could change.

*****

On night number eight, Victoria had arrived early to the meeting, as usual.
 
Some of the other vampires began to show up later and later.
 
One even showed up with blood still dribbling down his chin, from an encounter in his room.
 
She didn't blame them.
 
The meetings were mind-numbing.

Victoria never wavered.
 
Always early, always dressed well.

Staring at her laptop, she was engrossed in a video of a bear destroying an electronic tablet at a zoo when a vampire sat next to her.
 
She'd recognized him from earlier meetings.
 
Very attractive, even more so than the others.
 
Blond hair, blue eyes, strong jaw.
 
He always sat across the room, taking diligent notes until he mentally zoned out himself.
 
She greeted him with a smile before returning to her video.

"Ah, another beautiful night," he said, in a thick Irish accent.
 
"How many brain cells do you think you've lost this week so far?"

She laughed, still watching the video.
 
"I lost track somewhere on the second night."

He returned her laugh and held out his hand.
 
"You're Victoria, right?
 
I'm Patrick.
 
Patrick O'Donnall."

She shook his hand briefly.
 
The corner of her mouth lifted in a smile at the pure Irish name.

"I take it you're from Ireland?"

"Born and raised, and bitten.
 
It's true about the drinking there, too.
 
Only difference for me is I wait
outside
the pub, in the alley for my selection."

Another laugh.
 
That was two laughs in a very short time.
 
Victoria closed the laptop, giving Patrick her attention.

"And you?" he said, his eyes gleaming with curiosity.
 
"I can't place your accent."

"Not many people can."

Silence.
 
Patrick waited for a reveal which never came.

"Ah," he said.
 
"The mysterious type."

He opened his laptop and logged on with a name and password.
 
His fingers moved with blinding speed, opening a file and typing possibly faster than Kevin.
 
And the witch could type fast.

"I know it's getting late, but there's still time," he said.
 
"It's a thousand dollars, but those heels alone look like they cost five hundred, so I'm guessing it's not a big deal to you."

"Uh," Victoria said.
 
She filed away the fact that Patrick was looking at her legs and shoes.
 
"I'm afraid I'm lost?"

"You don't know?"

"No, I don't know."

He leaned in close, his voice dropping to a whisper.
 
A rather useless gesture, considering everyone in the room could hear everything, if they wanted to.
 
An attempt at flirting?
 
She wasn't sure, but found herself leaning in as well.

"Every year a few of us have a pool," he explained.
 
"The number is getting pretty high this year.
 
Which one here is going to suggest taking over the world first?"

"That's…ridiculous!" she said, but couldn't stop the smile from crossing her face.

"Which part?
 
The bet, or the fact that, sadly, someone always wins?"

"Both.
 
There's just no way someone here would suggest that."

He looked up toward the doors as they opened.

"Not even Walter?"

She followed his eyes to see the angry vampire Walter entering the room.
 
A young woman was on his arm.
 
He gave her a peck on the cheek before sending her away.
 
Never once did his eyes leave Victoria as he made his way to his seat.
 
Once settled, he glared at her one final time before diving into the world of his smartphone.

"He really doesn't like me," Victoria said.

"He's just mad because you're the oldest," Patrick said.
 
"Everyone values your opinion.
 
No one bothers to ask his."

She blinked in surprise.
 
"Me?" she said.
 
"I'm the oldest here?"

"You didn't know?"
 
He took the chance to look her up and down.
 
She found herself enjoying the attention.
 
"You do look good for your age."

"Well, you know…."
 
She tilted her head playfully.
 
"A lot of moisturizer, and the blood of virgins."

Patrick laughed before glancing around the room.

"Seriously, though, most of us here are pushing two centuries.
 
Maybe three.
 
But four centuries?
 
It's not easy to make it that far, as I'm sure you know.
 
Especially now.
 
The technology the mortals have come up with is terrifying.
 
And more of them know about us than ever before."
 
He could still see the doubt in her eyes.
 
"Tell me, do
you
know of anyone older?"

Victoria did not.
 
Even Bradley, before he'd died, was younger than her.

"Shit," she said.
 
"Now I feel like the old grandmother here."

"Oh, dear me.
 
I hope I didn't ruin these riveting meetings for you."

They laughed together.

Perhaps it was Patrick telling her things she didn't know before, but Victoria did notice a shift in the meetings.
 
She tried to keep quiet, but the others wouldn't let her.
 
They actively engaged her, asked her questions, took notes as she spoke.
 
They involved her on everything from a vampire wanting to run for political office to the never-before-case of a vampire and werewolf wanting to get married.

Despite the shift, several hours into the meeting, another argument broke out.
 
Of course, one of the participants was Walter.
 
The issue was whether vampire society should actively kill one of their kind if their body was a certain age.
 
It was rare, but in the past, she did know of vampires that were physically ten years old.

She got the sense that the issue was an old one, and one they couldn't come to consensus on.
 
Walter argued with Raquel, the vampire that resembled a fifteen-year-old girl.
 
Raquel, who was closer to one-hundred fifty than fifteen, argued that vampires simply shouldn't kill one another over something as arbitrary as when they were bitten.
 
Walter felt that they would be doing a favor for an immortal being trapped in the body of a five-year-old by ending its life.

"Listen," Walter said.
 
"I don't even think this would be an issue we'd need to fight about, if we just took a more…
active role
in mortal affairs."

For the first time all night Patrick leaned forward in his seat.
 
He'd barely paid any attention during the entire meeting, only when Victoria spoke.
 
But with Walter's words, he took an interest.

"What are you saying?" someone asked Walter.

"If we just gave the mortals a little more…."
 
He searched for the right word.
 
"Supervision."

Patrick made a sound of disgust, and closed the notes on his laptop.
 
Victoria watched in amusement as the scene unfolded, a small layer underneath the meeting.
 
He opened another file, a spreadsheet, with two columns of names written out.
 
His own name was written next to someone named Maury.
 
Victoria had a question mark next to her name.

Written next to Walter's name was Terry.

Patrick tilted the laptop toward Victoria for her viewing pleasure, and sadly shook his head.
 
She was still in awe that their bet was real, and not a joke.
 
He glanced at several of his friends with a knowing smile.

Everyone in the room was in shock when someone spoke up, seven seats over from Patrick.

"No, no, no," he said.
 
"That doesn't count.
 
He didn't go all the way with it."

All eyes went to the interruption.
 
Patrick kept his voice low and even, knowing he could be heard.

"Sorry, Sebastian.
 
But that counts.
 
You know it does."

"What is going
on
here?" Walter bellowed.
 
"Is this some kind of joke?
 
Are you children getting restless?
 
This is a very important…you know what?
 
I'm done.
 
I think I've had enough."

Terry rose to his feet as Walter stormed out.
 
Terry cleared his throat and tapped the table to get everyone's attention.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said.
 
"I think we're all starting to feel a little loopy.
 
Perhaps a ten minute break, something wet to course the throat.
 
Then maybe we can all give these very important matters the attention they deserve."
 
He met the eyes of several vampires, Patrick included.
 
"And you all know damn well that counted.
 
The bet's over, I won."
 
He pointed at Patrick.
 
"I
told
you that other bet was a good idea."

Patrick simply laughed and highlighted Terry's row on the spreadsheet.
 
He typed a star next to Terry's name, saved the file, and closed the laptop.
 
Victoria leaned close.

"What other bet?"

"Terry wanted to start a pool on how long it took Walter to storm out in a huff.
 
Oh, well.
 
Maybe next year."

Victoria couldn't stop the laugh that escaped.

Some vampires stood up and stretched their legs.
 
Others left the room.
 
Victoria stood and stretched her arms over her head.
 
She caught Patrick admiring her figure, and may or may not have extended her stretch for his enjoyment.
 
Her eyes fell on the refrigerator.
 
A sip of crimson was exactly what she needed.

"That's a good idea," Patrick said, reading her mind.
 
"I'll join you."