Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 (5 page)

“Do you want me to set you up in
one of my offsite houses? I realize Sins probably isn't the place
you want to live and I am fine with that. I have two house and
three apartments that can be made available for you.”

“I may take you up on that. I
haven't started packing yet, however. That won't start until you
can give me a little advice,” I say.

“If you are wondering if you should
really leave pea brains, then my advice is to go for it,” he says
enthusiastically.

“No silly, that is probably a given
with the advice I am really looking for. I am surprised your
all-knowing self doesn't already know.”

“As I may have mentioned before, my
clairvoyant tendencies are not always clear and with you I tend to
have more trouble than most. You tend to change your mind so much
that nothing is ever set in stone. So please, fill me in on what
you need,” he says.

“Okay, so hypothetically, say you
know someone who was just turned into a vampire,” I
start.

“I thought I mentioned it would be
best for you not to be around other vampires,” he says interrupting
me. He knows I have occasional meetings with other sources, but I
imagine he also has meetings with those sources to ensure my
safety.

Ignoring him and continuing my
thought. “And this person was having an argument and just after or
during that argument they sprouted little adorable baby fangs, how
would you suggest you teach them to put the fangs away?”

“Nyx,” Sebastian says in his
serious voice. “Being around a baby vampire is not safe for you.
You have my blood in you and they may not be able to control their
hunger. I am on my way, but please lock yourself in a room to try
to keep them away until I can get there.” I hear a whoosh and the
call is dropped.

Crap I didn't handle that as well
as I should of and now he is on his way over here. With our secret
meetings, he has never actually been here, but he knows where I
live, so I know he won't get lost. I hope I can keep his arrival as
much of a secret as possible. To ease things along, I walk over to
the front door and open it. I figure he isn't bothering with a car,
since he can fly faster, so I might as well clear the
runway.

Within a minute I find him standing
in my pod and I shut the door behind him to give us some
privacy.

“If you would have waited five more
seconds I could have told you I wasn't in any danger,” I say
crossing my arms over my chest and giving my best irritated
look.

“Nyx you were talking about helping
a baby vampire with their fangs out. Usually that indicates they
are either ready to fight or are hungry. Either of those things
might have been deadly to you if you weren't prepared,” he says
crossing the room and taking me in his arms. “Now where is the
vampire? I will help them and make sure they have a good, legal
source of food lined up.”

“Well, so far the vampire isn't
showing any signs of being hungry, and as far as location, I would
say she is in your arms.”

Chapter 5

I am a freak, see picture in dictionary

“In my arms?” he asks stepping back
to stare down at me. I just open my mouth wide to show off my new
chompers. “How in the world did you manage to die from my place to
here? You haven't even been gone a full hour. Not only that, it
usually takes at least a full day for your body to make the
conversion. How in the world are you up and moving
already?”

“I told you they were cute, didn't
I?” I ask ignoring all of his questions, mainly because I don't
have an answer for any of them.

“Yes they are adorable, love. In
fact, you should probably quit showing them to me because they are
making me think naughty thoughts. Now please try to answer my
questions as best as possible,” he says.

“Fine,” I say closing my mouth.
“Pretty much the only thing I really know is that I didn't die. I
drove straight home, no problems, and then arrived here and faced
off with Ryan. He was really pissed that I smelled like I had been
rolling around on a vampire. I figured it was just your blood in my
system that was irritating him. When I finally kicked him out, I
started to feel my new fangs popping through and went to the
bathroom to check it out.”

“And you aren't thirsty? Usually
babies are pretty hungry once they turn,” he states.

“I don't think I am. Should I try
to find a bottle of blood or something to quench it, so I don't go
all crazy when I move into my new place?” I question.

“We can quench your thirst if you
want, but it won't be with a bottle of blood or some willing donor
you find. It would seem that at least for the next few months, you
cannot leave my side for more than an hour or two.”

I look at him trying to figure out
what he is saying. The way he is looking back indicates I should
have no problem reading in between the lines. He waits patiently as
I think back to something he has said that would make sense in this
situation. I, finally, remember earlier today when he mentioned
that feeding on someone else would be like cheating on
me.

“If we are both vampires that means
I am not your cheeseburger anymore, right?” I ask.

“In most cases that would be the
truth, but in ours it means I get to be your French
Fries.”

“How is that even possible?” I ask.
“I thought you had to have human blood to live.”

“Technically blood is blood to us.
Usually vampire blood is not very appetizing to us and we don't
feed from each other often. In the case of mates, as you would call
it, they are only able to drink each other’s blood. I am sure you
haven't run across many vampire ‘mates’ because they tend to be
really rare, so you aren't equipped with that tidbit of
information.”

Reading between the lines, he just
told me that we are mates. I didn't know they were rare amongst
vampires. I thought they were just like the wolves and everyone
eventually ended up paired. That is kind of cool for me to actually
have one after I have been on the edge of society so long because
it was thought that I never would be able to mate. As I was
thinking earlier, he would be the mate I would choose, if I got to
do the choosing, so I am actually pretty excited about this
revelation. Evidently, so excited that I am rambling in my
mind.

“So we are mates and that is
awesome news, how in the world did I go from being human to
becoming a vampire? I keep having people tell me I am a fricken
werewolf. It doesn't make a lot of sense,” I say trying to work it
out in my head.

“Do you know anything about your
father?” he asks. This is kind of a delicate subject for me. I am
not supposed to know about my father, but I have found a little bit
of the information the Collective has been hiding from me on that
subject.

“I know he exists and is probably
alive. Aside from that, I don't know much,” I tell him.

“Okay from what I can gather, you
have both recessive vampire and wolf genes. I have known from the
moment I first inhaled your scent that you were not fully human.
You believed yourself to be, though and I wasn't sure if there was
a reason for that or not, so I never said anything. I mean you
didn't mention the traits, but I thought having grown up in the
Collective they would have mentioned it. I am sure you had a blood
test some time in your twenty plus years. Taking my blood today
must have triggered your vampire genes,” he explains. “I really
didn't know it would cause this. I would have been more careful
otherwise.”

“Wait a second. I am some sort of
wolf vampire hybrid? How is that even possible? Those two species
cannot breed together,” I counter.

“True they cannot and if they
could, they wouldn't. Our species get along well enough inside the
Collective, but we really dislike each other when it comes down to
it. Werewolves, even though they claim otherwise, do not have a
great sense of smell in their humanoid form. They are good with
genders, but other than being able to smell another wolf on you,
they cannot determine species. I imagine, unless they had access to
your blood test they would think you to be a really weak wolf
because of the human and vampire genes that also make up your
being.

“If they tell you they smell a
vampire, they are really just guessing. Pea for brains probably
just smells a male on you in general and knows it isn't another
werewolf. As far as he was concerned, it could have just as likely
been a human, but since you aren't known to hang with that crowd,
or demons or witches, he made an educated guess that you probably
confirmed.

“Back to your genetics, I have a
feeling your father was actually a werewolf,” he says and I do know
that is a true statement, but I don’t verbalize it. “I have to
believe your mother was a human, otherwise this just isn't
possible. She had to have been attacked by a vampire late in her
pregnancy and was either turned and then still gave birth to you or
she died and you were cut out of her with vampire blood somehow
still in your veins.”

That part of the story I haven't
heard. I only know for sure the paternal side of the equation. I
was told that him being a werewolf was not enough to pass the gene
down to me, so the thought that my mother was human makes a lot of
sense.

“I guess I can understand that. I
am a little hurt you didn't tell me we were mates sooner, though.
That might have been more fun in the bedroom for you,” I say with a
little wink.

“As I have said, I don't want to
influence your choices. You are only part vampire. You are also
part werewolf and if those genes were ever triggered you may feel
more of a connection with your werewolf mate than you do me,” he
says.

“But now that I have my vampire
mate, I don't have to worry about my werewolf one, right? Those
genes cannot be triggered, can they?” I ask.

“You are one of a kind, love. I
don't know if they can be triggered or not now that you have
sprouted your little fangs,” he says with a laugh.

“But I can't be both and you better
hope Ryan hasn't really been my mate all these years and he just
never figured it out. If so, I think you are going to have a fight
on your hands,” I tell him while I ponder the
possibilities.

“I don't think the wee lad will be
much of a challenge for the twelve hundred year old vampire. The
poor boy won't know what hit him if he tries to take me on,” he
states with a cockiness that makes me want to take him on just to
knock him down a peg.

“Are you really that old?” I ask.
This is the first time he has actually given me an age and it is
much older than I thought. I had guessed maybe four hundred. Most
of the vampires I have met that are willing to give an age are
under two hundred.

“I was born in 743 A.D., so yes I
am twelve hundred and sixty nine years old. I hope you don't mind
being stuck with a cradle robber.”

“You don't look a day over two
hundred, so I am sure no one will notice the age difference,” I say
laughing. He joins me and then puts his palm to my
cheek.

“Love, your fangs have gone away. I
know how much you liked them, but for now it is best that they stay
hidden,” he says.

I put my fingers up to my teeth and
sure enough, they are back to normal. Cool. Now I just need to pack
and then I can figure out living arrangements.

“Let me pack a few days’ worth of
clothes and then we can leave. Anything else, I can just pick up at
the store. It isn't like I have a ton a keepsakes,” I run to the
bedroom and get out my duffel bag.

After I throw in an assortment of
pants and tops, I grab the few weapons I have in the house. Since I
just got back from an execution, most of my main gear is still in
the Suburban. With my clothes and weapons packed, I am ready to
go.

“Are you riding with me, or are you
going to fly back?” I ask.

“I am with you, of course. I did
mention that it is probably best that we don't separate for a
little while. Since you weren't actually turned and were born with
the trait, you may not experience the baby hunger pains, but I am
going to be there if you do. No feeding on anyone else,” he says
sternly as we walk towards the door.

When I open the door, it is only to
be faced with Ryan whose hand is raised getting ready to knock. He
looks at my bag and then looks up at me sadly, right before he
noticed Sebby standing behind me. As soon as he sees him, his eyes
light up as if he is going to shift.

Son of a sea faring walrus, and
here I thought my day was finally looking up. Obviously, my life
has become one huge joke to whoever is out there controlling the
cosmos.

Chapter 6

My new home sweet home

“What is he doing here?” Ryan yells
practically foaming at his mouth.

“Shh. You don't have to shout. We
all have very good hearing,” I tell him.

I hope that is a true statement. I
have always thought werewolves had good hearing, but since
Sebastian brought up their sense of smell not really being as good
as they pretend, it makes me wonder. Either way, I am still happy I
had my privacy button hit during me and Sebastian's
conversation.

“I know for a fact that Sebastian
deYork is not your little vampire informant, so why would he be
here helping you pack a bag?” Ryan asks. “He doesn't seem like the
kind of person you would be hanging around with. In fact, if the
rumors are right, he isn't the type of person any Collective agent
hangs around with unless they want to become deceased.”