Five Night Stand (Fox Brothers Book 2) (3 page)

Ryan and Max exchanged confused glances.

“Sit!” She barked.

Ryan and Max wagged their tails and did as they were told. Ryan’s eyes traced the contours of Monica’s face. They shared a lingering lustful gaze. He was recalling things that he should have never forgotten. Remembering his time with her made his heart beat fast, the taste of her lips, his tongue on her hardened nipples, the warmth he felt while inside her.

Max cleared his throat. “I am famished.”

Monica glared at Max. “Are you ready to order?” Monica suggestively and seductively gazed over at Ryan. “I know what Ryan likes to eat.”

Ryan blushed in a boyish way while Max’s mouth gaped open.

“I’ll have what he’s having.” Max offered as he handed the menu over to Monica.

“Coming right up.” Monica grabbed Ryan’s menu off the table.

Monica bounced away from the table with a half smirk and a half smile planted on her flawless mocha colored face.

Max leaned in. “I think she wants a mayo, lettuce, tomato, Ryan and cheese sandwich.”

“Max, we’re here for Vampir and the demon kid.”

“That is very true but the red-eyed Bieber can wait. Sookie wants to beam you up on her fairy starship.

“No dude, I’m sure she hates me.”

“Bro, no way, come on. It doesn’t look that way to me.”

“She practically took my head off without a machete.”

“I’m the brother the chicks love to hate. They just love you. She is still into you.”

Ryan halfheartedly agreed with an eyebrow raise. “Maybe.”

Monica returned to the table with two bottled beers. She places them on the table.

“Your food will be right up.”

“Hey ah Monica, do you know of any good hotels in town?” Max looked over at Ryan and then back at Monica.

“I thought you guys were passing through town?”

“We are.” Max decided to take matters into his own hands. “We’ll be in town maybe two or three days tops.”

“Is this true Ryan?” Monica didn’t think Max’s words were good enough.

“Yeah just a few days.” Ryan seemed to be heavy in thought. This was his normal state but this time even more so. Ryan brooded in Monica’s direction. His sad eyes could probably move mountains or start a GoFundMe Facebook page.

Monica was caving. “Ryan Fox, do not look at me like a puppy.”

“I know you probably hate me but could me and my brother stay at your place, just for a couple of days?”

Max frowned, surprised. Who was this guy? This forward, take charge guy, is this my little brother? He thought.

“Ryan, come on, I don’t hate you. It’s been like forever. I mean really?”

“Do you have a guy?” Ryan waited for a response. If she had a boyfriend he would be shit out of luck.

“It’s none of your business but no I don’t.”

“I don’t know why I asked. I just ah--”

Monica reached in her apron pocket and retrieved a set of keys. “Here.”

She placed the keys in Ryan’s waiting hand. Their hands stayed fused together by the keys. Their eyes locked in a mutual romantic haze. Max could only watch in awe. Apparently he had taught Ryan something about women and seeing him in action made Max proud.

Ryan took the keys. “We could just wait until your shift is over.”

“No that’s midnight. You should go get cleaned up. I’ll be home right after work.”

“Okay thanks Monica. I really appreciate this.”

“Make sure you appreciate it later.”

Ryan and Monica smiled at each other while Max looked on like a proud older brother.

“I’ll check on you guys food.” Monica floated away from the table.

Max waited for her to drift out of sight. “So when you were with her didn’t she see that something was a little off? The red demon eyes?”

“Well I wore sunglasses at first. Then I just told her my eyes changed colors.”

“Changed to red, she bought that?” Max sneered.

“I lied and told her I carried an albino gene.”

“So she doesn’t know anything about vamps, demons or werewolves?”

“No she doesn’t.”

“What the hell did you tell her you did for a living?”

“I told her I was an out of work welder.”

“Oh righty then. Whatever you said or did worked because she still has the hots for you.”

“I spent five nights with her.”

Max smiled. “My brother and his five night stand.” Max chuckled. “My baby brother has become a man.”

CHAPTER 3

All lay still and quiet in Drack’s mansion. The lavish place was tucked away far from civilization hidden in a forest. Not too many knew how to find the place. It was cloaked in magic and guarded with more security measures than The White House.

Drack had his own secret service agents that were made up of mostly vamps and a few demons. Only his trusted few employees ever laid eyes on him. He stayed inside the mansion mostly and when he had let a part of him possess Ryan no one even knew half of him had vacated the premises.

The all-powerful vampire demon hybrid Drack sat on a golden throne in his throne room. He had a grandiose love of all things white and gold maybe because silver was supposed to be his enemy. He was perched upon a platform of four steps along a pure white wall.

At first glance he was average on all accounts but that was just the human vessel he chose to inhibit. Inside this ordinary shell was one of the deadliest monsters that ever roamed the earth. Sure there were other creatures that were feared but Drack had them beat. Somehow He was the combination of two monsters. He was unique and mysterious. Hunters and monsters alike were still unable to figure out just how he came to be that way.

Drack’s shell was that of an above average looking tall man with dark hair and Grecian features. He looked to be maybe thirty-five years old and in good physical shape. He was wearing an ivory colored, long satin robe with a high scalloped golden collar. He was shirtless under the robe. His pale smooth chest looked like it was painted pure white. He was dressed in satin ivory briefs only. He could have fit in well in a boxing ring. His bare feet were strewn upon two golden hued pillows.

A vampire appeared from a golden door at the side of the huge opulent almost completely empty room. Less was always more to Drack.

The vampire bowed before Drack. “My Lord.”

“Yes.”

“She has been captured. Shall I bring her to you?”

“Yes at once. Who was the one that captured her?”

“The demon Olivier.”

“Huh, he has proven himself very resourceful.”

“Yes my Lord.”

“Make sure he is well compensated but nothing too outlandish. His obedience to me should come without any concessions.”

“Yes of course my Lord.”

The vampire turned to the golden door. Immediately two more vampires entered holding the vampire Scarlet Buckley firmly in their grip.

There is one vampire holding each of her forearms. Scar’s vampire body seemed to be a grayish hue. The corners of her irises had that crimson ring that was a signature trait of vampires. Her eyes were no longer as vibrant. She looked tired and malnourished.

The vampire’s walked a non-combative Scar up to the stage directly in front of Drack.

“Leave us at once.” Drack waved the three vampires off with a flick of his wrist. The vamps walked out of a door that was hard to decipher from the wall. They disappeared behind the door.

Scar looked around and let her environment sink in. “Nice digs.”

“Yes I know. I call it Beth’el.”

“You could stand a little color.” Scar smirked. “Nate Berkus can use a job now that Oprah’s off the air.”

“I’ve been looking for you.”

“And now you found me.” Scar smarted off. Sure she had only been a vampire for a short time but she surly knew who Drack was. The problem was she didn’t care.

“Are you still running from Vampir or were you running from me?”

“I’m not running from anybody. I want to kill Vampir. So he should be running from me.”

“And me?”

“This really isn’t any of your business. I would think you would have better things to do than be bothered with a low-level vamp like me.”

“Yet you are here.”

“Yes I am. If you’re going to kill me then just get it over with.”

“Why would I kill you? I need you on my team.”

“I’m a solo act.”

“You do know that you are a vampire now. That solo hunting career is a thing of the past.”

“Thanks for pointing out the obvious. Who put you in charge?” She smarted.

Drack remained still and emotionless like a beautiful well-groomed statue. He stared into Scar’s eyes and it chilled her to the bone. She was fearless now that she was a vampire but there was something about Drack that would make any man, woman or monster quake in their boots.

“Under normal circumstances I would have already reached down and ripped your throat out but for some reason unknown to me I am entertained by your insolence.”

“I could dance a jig for your majesty if it pleases you.” Scar rolled her eyes and poked her lips out.

“That wont’ be necessary. So here we are faced with decisions.”

“I’m sure you’ve heard. I’m being hunted if you can call it that.”

“Everyone hates you and now I can see why.”

Drack chuckled. The ex-hunter was a riot, a pet he wanted to keep for himself. “Things have changed. I have let these little vampires roam free and they have taken up arms against me. You and I have a common goal.”

“What’s that?”

“I want Vampir dead and you want Vampir dead.”

“So.” Scar shrugged.

“I take it you want him dead because he killed some of your hunter buddies and put you on that childish hunter’s hit list that put you in the situation you are in today.”

“Being a vampire is not a situation. It’s a goddamn curse.”

“You haven’t showed me an ounce of respect since you sauntered in my home. Now I can’t really have this blatant disrespect. I am God.”

“Yeah I heard those vamps calling you Lord.”

“And you should do the same. Vampir lost his job and I need you to make sure he terminates his position.”

“Why not get McIlroy to do it. Word on the street is he’s wheeling his big, stick, beheading demons and vampires for sport. He wants to be your number two.”

“That may be the word on the street but I don’t trust McIlroy. I hear he has been converting with the Fox brothers.”

Scar knew that to be true but she refused to give away any Intel she had. “Well I’m here. What do you want with me?”

“I told you. I want you by my side. On my team, in my employ.”

“I’m a hunter sympathizer. If McIlroy can’t be trusted then I sure as hell can’t be trusted.”

“A hunter sympathizer.” Drack smirked. “I have never feared hunters. Hunters are human. My strength is from another dimension.”

“I don’t give a shit, you quack or Drack whatever.” Scar’s use of profanity had triple since she was turned into a vamp.

Drack slowly rose from his throne. “If you value your life you will address me as Lord, God, Elohim, Yahweh... any variation will do.”

Drack’s ivory robe opened as he stood. She could see his chest. He was made of rock. Even if he wasn’t a hybrid he could easily beat her to death. If her heart were beating it would hammer right out of her chest. Scar took in a deep breath from her non-functioning lungs. “Okay then, Lord, God, Elohim, Yahweh. What do you want with me?”

Drack stared blankly at Scar. “I should kill you, then again I may not. I may have a soft spot in my heart for a foul-mouthed former hunter turned vamp.”

“You have a heart?” Scar couldn’t help her disdain.

“You don’t know me well enough to loathe me.”

“I know all I need to know. You’re a killer. You’re a monster.”

“Scarlet, my dear, it has been a long time since I actually took a life. There’s no need. I know who I am and I embrace it. Do you know who you are?”

“You tell me, Lord Drack. You love to hear yourself talk.”

“Indeed I do. Scarlet, I am well aware of your indiscretions. You are still a follower of humans. You have killed many vamps after you were turned but you are not a vampire hunter anymore. You are a vampire.”

“Yeah but I don’t have to be happy about it.” She scuffed.

“You have sworn allegiance to humans. You worship them and you fear me. Why?”

Drack casually sniffs the room’s air and smiled for the first time, more than likely the last time Scar thought.

“I can smell the fear all over you. You must fear, love and worship me in order for me to spare your dismal vampire life.”

Drack walked down the four steps and stood only inches from Scar. He was taller and more muscular up close. She looked up at him but she wanted to cringe. He was menacing and intimidating and she wanted to cry but wasn’t sure why. Something magnetic was bouncing off his body and attacking her. Maybe it was the fact that they were both vamps but she really had nothing to compare the feeling to.