The Yellow Sun

By
Elizabeth Darker

Eternal Press
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The Yellow Sun
by Elizabeth Darker

Digital ISBN: 978-1-61572-296-9

Print ISBN: 978-1-61572-297-6

Cover art by: Dawné Dominique
Edited by: Kim Richards

Copyedited by: Penny Ehrenkrantz

Copyright 2011 Elizabeth Darker

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This book is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

For Alistair,

you’re the light in my life.

To Tasha, who is a constant source of creative energy.

To Carolyn, without whom this book likely would never have been finished–thanks for cracking the whip.

To my family, for their love

and support.

Chapter One

It would have been the perfect night for a late night stroll. A perfect seventy-five degrees with a gentle breeze wisping past now and then. Stars and one large, nearly full moon spotted the beautiful navy sky. A few blotches of clouds were scattered across the sky like bits of giant cotton tossed on an even larger table, and off in the distance, crickets chirped a soft lullaby.

Amara was sure that was what the victim must have thought as she left her house for a midnight jog. Unfortunately, the sweet perfume of the magnolias blossoming not far off was overpowered by the smell of blood and worse things. Amara took a moment to let her senses adjust when she heard another car coming down the small, secluded road. She assumed it would be her partner, Stephanie.

Amara was the first “investigator” on the scene. Of course, she wasn’t exactly a detective or a police officer. Amara was a sort of mercenary. She did the dirty work. Her job was to look at clues, to track down, and kill whoever was responsible for the gruesome scene laid out in front of her. The police never liked to get their hands dirty when it came to someone being disemboweled or hacked apart by something not human.

That’s where The Administration and its professional hunters came into view. For the right price, hunters like Amara would chase and exterminate any sort of paranormal pests hiding under your toddler’s bed—or eating the neighbors.

Just as Amara predicted, her partner slowly pulled up in their red Prius Hybrid. Generally their employer paid for most of their on-job needs, including their vehicle. When the two were told to choose a new car after their last one was run off the interstate by a group of rowdy, high speeding vampires, Stephanie demanded their vehicle from The Administration be some sort of “green car.”.

When she first suggested it, Amara thought she meant the color. When it came to saving the world, working for The Administration and killing vampires was enough for Amara. Her apprentice needed to do more than that. Green cars, organic food, and environmentally safe cleaners. Amara had just about all she could take when Stephanie demanded an eco-safe car. At least Amara got to pick the color.

At the moment, there were more important things to worry about. Lights flashed red and blue over the park grass, but there were only two police cars and a little bit of yellow police tape. For unusual deaths like this, The Administration generally helped the police cover things up. The deal went both ways, if a vampire hunter got hurt or killed in public, the police helped keep things quiet and found an excuse for it. It was an exchange that kept the general public— -as well as most of the police— from knowing there really could be a monster in the closet or under the bed.

Amara put the car into park and unbuckled her seat belt. As she got out of the car and walked toward the crime scene, the smell grew stronger. The police stopped her from crossing the tape. One, the larger of the two men caught her arm as she tried to duck under the yellow barrier. He was tall, probably close to seven feet, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. His salt and pepper hair was just starting to recede back.

“Excuse me, but this area is closed off,” he said, sounding a little unsure of the situation himself.

Amara held up her badge for him. Not a police badge, but her identification through the organization. “Amara Parson,” she said her name, and that was enough for the officer let her keep moving forward. When he stopped Stephanie, she already had her badge out with a large smile. The officer returned to his post like a giant watching a castle gateway.

As the two girls walked up to the scene, they were greeted by another hunter. Jeremy was out on patrol when he stumbled on the body. Amara had already been given minor details over the phone and shared them with Stephanie. “I found a girl cut up” didn’t really sum up what they were staring at. The girl’s throat had been ripped out so deeply that the white of the bone gleamed through the mass of dark clumps and blood. Various parts of her body were missing. Areas of her lower back, her leg, and her entire rib cage had been torn out.

“I thought you said she was cut up?” Amara asked him sharply.

“She is,” Jeremy said with a glare as he walked closer to the body with them. Jeremy knelt down beside the corpse. He already had a pair of surgical gloves on for his protection. Amara put her own on as she followed him over.

“Her throat was ripped out by some sort of animal,” he pulled a flap of skin aside to show the ragged edges of skin and muscle, then he moved down to her ribs. “The bones here were cut by a knife. Look at the smooth edges. Not cracked or broken; just cut.” He moved down lower again. “Even the tissue in her back is in nice clean strokes. Almost surgical.”

“Then why were we called here?” Amara sighed deeply. “This looks like a human could have done it with a pet dog.”

“You’ve seen a dog with a mouth that big?” Jeremy gave her a condescending smile.

“Okay, okay. I get it. We’re looking for a lycanthrope who will likely have a doggy bag. I assume there’s already a team out searching?” Amara looked over the girl’s throat again and sighed.

“All you need to do is check out the body for reference, double check my findings, and they’ll contact you if we don’t find the big bad wolf by morning,” he said with a nod.

“Cute, Jeremy. Very cute.” Amara couldn’t help but smile. Jeremy had an elegant way with words. She stood up and took her gloves off. “Well, I agree about the cutting, and about her throat. Anything else I need to see?”

He shook his head and looked around to check on the other Administration investigators. Jeremy wasn’t the supervisor, but he was on his way to quickly becoming one.

“Did you manage to I.D. her?”

“No, but we’re working on it.” Jeremy shook his head again. “At least the police are. Let them do their job. We’ll keep doing ours.”

Amara nodded as she walked away from the body;, the smell was starting to get to her. She made it back to the tape where Stephanie stood and ducked under, followed by the two other hunters. As soon as she was away from the body, she took a deep breath to clear her head. The summer heat hadn’t done the body any justice. She looked to Jeremy again as she tried to keep her mind off the body.

“Any idea what sort of lycanthrope did this? You said the ‘big bad wolf,’ but knowing you, that could be a very general statement.”

“We’re thinking werewolf,” Jeremy answered. “We can’t be one-hundred percent sure until they match up the bite with our records. If we’re lucky, we may even be able to figure out who it was. The odds of one of the werewolves who came in to be identified for our files doing this are slim to none.”

Amara nodded again. It wouldn’t make sense for one of those wolves to murder anyone. They came in voluntarily to get things like their jaws measured and to give impressions of their teeth . It was the way to fingerprint a werewolf.

“We’ll just have to wait until morning for the results,” Stephanie finally chimed in as she casually pulled the hair tie out of her long, light brown hair. With a quick shake of her head, it spilled over her shoulders.

“Stop flirting,” she muttered to Stephanie and rolled her eyes as she opened the car door. “Thanks for the call, Jeremy. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“I’ll see you later, Jeremy,” Stephanie called out to him with a smile as she got in on the passenger side.

Jeremy laughed and waved a good-bye as he walked back to the police officers to help them clean up.

Amara pulled out and headed back to the hotel the two stayed at. Generally, if they were away from home, the company paid for their hotel arrangements. It was one of the more cushy aspects of their job. The girls were still forced to share a room, which gave them time to argue. Amara never wanted to be buddies with Stephanie. She never wanted a partner to begin with let alone one so worried about saving everything. Stephanie was a genuine white witch. She knew everything there was to know about witchcraft and was bent on saving the world one aerosol canister at a time. Amara would spray her hair for a few extra seconds with hair spray just to spite her. This was going to be a long visit—for both of them.

When the girls finally made the long drive back to the hotel room, Stephanie collapsed onto the overstuffed bed. Nothing like staying in one of the luxury hotels in the city.

“I remember when I first started,” she recalled. “Like, my first mission, I was sent out of town for. They put me in this two-bit flea bag hotel. I swear there were roaches in the walls, and the beds were really cement.”

Amara couldn’t help but smile at that. Everyone had to start somewhere, even those hunters who had family in the company for lifetimes. It was a way to keep things even and “fair.”. No one could be born into a higher rank because their parents were good hunters.

Stephanie’s entire family had been a part of The Administration. Amara’s mother and father had. Amara’s family had a long line of vampire hunting history, but they never belonged to any sort of organization before “The Admin,”, as most of the hunters called it. They were rogue slayers who fought vampires freelance and for the joy of the kill. When Amara’s parents discovered the protection The Admin graced its hunters with, as well as the ability to learn new techniques and keep on top of where each vampire was, they joined in a heartbeat.

Amara had been too young to join when they were killed by a vampire killed them in their home. Even The Administration’s protection wasn’t always enough.

“You’re moving up in the world,” Amara finally said to Stephanie as the two unpacked a little. They didn’t bother putting their clothes in the dresser drawers. As vampire hunters, they never knew when they would need to make a quick escape.

“Moving up in the vampire hunting world,” Stephanie almost sang the words, then laughed. “I’m movin’ on up. To the east side. To that great—”

“Stop it,” Amara snapped at her. She tucked her trunk to the side of her bed and went to put coffee on. The coffee maker sat on the counter top of the bathroom sink. Even in the more expensive hotel room, they weren’t allowed to get too cozy. No suites for the top vampire hunters.

Black streaks raced through the white marble countertop, which gleamed under the light positioned just over the mirror. The girls set up for the day before when they first arrived. All their toiletries were placed in the areas they would need them. Toothbrushes, combs, makeup—all of it was around the bathroom sink neatly.

When the coffee trickled down into the pot, Amara went back to sit on her bed again to wait while the warm aroma of the coffee filled the room. She lay back on the fluffy brown comforter and smiled as she stared at the white ceiling.

“There’s a certain charm to hotel rooms,” Amara commented as she relaxed.

“What would you do if you weren’t a hunter right now?” Stephanie rolled on her belly on the other bed and nodded. “Would hotels still hold that familiar feeling of home?”

“Probably not. I’m not sure what I would do. My family died when I was ten, remember?” Amara shifted her chocolate eyes over to Stephanie.

“At least they didn’t force you into anything,” she rolled onto her back again and sighed. She folded her arms behind her head and looked up at the ceiling. “I’d be a doctor. A damned good doctor too. I’d much rather heal than hurt.”

“Even vampires?” Amara questioned her skeptically.

“If they came to me,” Stephanie answered casually, and Amara cringed.

“Vampires do not deserve to be healed—or helped. They’ve never helped any of us.”

Stephanie rolled her eyes and turned over onto her side, facing the mahogany curtains rather than Amara.

“I’m getting some sleep. I sense a long day tomorrow.”

“Your horoscope tell you that?” Now Amara was just pushing buttons.

“No, the girl with her throat ripped out was a good hint though.”

Chapter Two

The diner was a welcomed change from the long night before. The delicious smells of cooking food blended together and drifted through the air. The hot smell of burgers sizzling on the grill in the back mixed with the smell of fresh fries and seasoning. The mix of scents floating around them and the bright white lights made even that dreary day seem bright. Amara and Stephanie sat near the window nibbling at their breakfasts and watched the raindrops stream down the foggy glass.

As Amara sipped her coffee, she noticed a familiar figure walking through the door. It was one of her contacts. The man walking toward her was tall and lean. His short, auburn hair was messy, but styled that way. As he walked over to Amara, Stephanie looked a little puzzled. His skin was too pale to be human, his eyes too deep a shade of blue. It took a moment for Stephanie to recognize him.

“You cut your hair,” she said as she scooted over in her booth to make room for him and moved the plate and glass down as well.

“I got tired of it being long,” the vampire said with a light smile. “Hello, Amara,” he added with a nod to the hunter.

“What brings you out here; in daylight hours?” Amara asked curiously. Generally only the older, more powerful vampires could go out in direct sunlight. Then again, with the stormy weather outside shielding him from the sunlight, even a vampire as young as Steven could be out—if one considered one -hundred fifty years young. It was still risky though, if the weather cleared on his way home, Steven could be rather toasty.

“Well, I have important news and didn’t think it should be told over the phone. It couldn’t wait until morning,” he said, leaning over to pick up a piece of Amara’s bacon from across the table and took a bite.

Amara lifted her eyebrow invitingly, urging Steven to continue.

“An old friend of an old friend of yours is in town. He’s looking for his cousin. I thought I should let you know, because wherever he goes, he has that…special talent to destroy things. Kafele flew in about a week ago.”

Amara paused for a long moment and her eyes widened at the news.

“Kafele? You mean Alexander’s cousin?” She shook her head. This was bad news.

Alexander was the vampire who killed her family. Kafele had been his right hand man for as long as the two were dead—and probably while they were living as well. As far as anyone knew, they weren’t insane serial killers while they were living. Thousands of years later, Kafele and Alexander split up, although no one she had ever spoken to knew why, or they wouldn’t tell her. After a while, things died down. Kafele disappeared, and Alexander started making business investments and work through other vampires rather than do any dirty work himself.

Years of killing people established him enough power to control the vampires younger and weaker than himself. Sure, they were apart for nearly one hundred years, but a reunion didn’t seem like it would bode well for humanity either way.

“Who is Kafele?” Stephanie asked when she saw the unsettled look in Amara’s eyes.

“It’s too long of a story for right now,” Amara said to her quickly, “I’ll get you the file later. Any idea where he’s staying?”

“I’ve been trying to find out, but so far, no one is willing to give anything away.” Steven shook his head. “Not even for a price—which I assumed you would reimburse me for.”

Amara nodded. Of course she would. He was her outside contact, her leak into the world of dangerous vampires.

“I’ll keep looking then. Watch yourself. I don’t want to see anything happen to you,” Steven said. Oddly enough Amara believed he meant it.

As a general rule, she didn’t trust vampires. Steven was one of the exceptions. He gave her information and kept her alive more than once by covering for her. Amara would likely do the same for him at this point. Likely. Not definitely.

“Thanks,” she said and watched him get up, then called out to him again as a thought occurred to her. “Steven, Kafele’s animal to call, the form he can take. What is it?”

Steven thought for a moment before he responded. “A hyena.”

“Thanks. You’re a world of help.” Amara wasn’t at all surprised by his answer.

“Glad to hear it,” he smiled to her. “If you get tired of it here, a friend of a friend of mine just opened a new diner across town. You might want to check it out rather than eat here breakfast, lunch, and dinner.”

He disappeared back out into the rain and to his cab.

“Why’d you ask him what animal Kafele can become? Are you even sure he can transform? Not every vampire can,” Stephanie asked and continued eating.

“Absolutely.” Amara nodded and sipped her coffee. “He’s a master vampire, nearly as powerful as Alexander. If the bite comes back to match a hyena, we know who we’re looking for.”

Stephanie nodded and looked to Amara’s purse. The high- pitched beeping of Amara’s generic ring tone filled the air. Amara answered the phone while Stephanie continued to eat. When Amara hung up the phone, she looked at Stephanie and nodded.

“Back to the H.Q. Apparently they haven’t located the thing responsible for the murder last night, but they have a few other things they want to go over with us.”

“Maybe some exotic jaw impressions?” Stephanie asked as she sipped her orange juice.

“It’s possible. Finish eating so we can get there. It sounded like they have an abundance of information to go over with us.”

Stephanie continued eating at her own pace. Amara watched her and decided Stephanie must be thinking if they still hadn’t caught the monster, then a few extra minutes in the morning wouldn’t make a tremendous difference. A monster out that late killing people would probably sleep during the day.

Chapter Three

Amara stood at the far end of the long oak table. The light from the large window gleamed off the smooth surface. That table was likely the darkest thing in the cream painted room, save for the man at the other end of the table. He was turned so the high back of the chair shielded him from Amara’s sight as he gazed out the window like the villain in some bad action movie, but she knew what he looked like.

She had seen him so many times. The fact that he was her new boss didn’t mean a thing. Most of the hunters working for The Administration never saw their own boss. It was a security procedure, of course. Even Stephanie had to wait outside the enclosed room.

The Director was the highest position on The Administrative Council, and the most dangerous position. Anytime anyone went after the organization, the current Director needed the most protection. He was the ‘big cheese’. The ‘top hat’. Of course, none of this ever mattered to Amara.

“You called for me?” she asked, her voice echoed a bit in the large area. The only softness in the room was the shallow carpet beneath her, and it did little to absorb her voice. She stood there, long dark brown hair spilled over her shoulders and down her back in a waterfall of loose waves. Her arms were crossed over her chest and head held high. Amara was the top hunter in The Administration, a vampire hunting organization. They specialized in hunting vampires. Now and again she found herself hunting a rouge werewolf or a witch gone bad, but most of the time, they stuck to what they did best.

“Yes.” The Director’s aged voice finally came from across the room. He turned slowly in his chair to bring Amara into his sight, his pale gray eyes watching her from the other end of the long table. He was much older than Amara. It always surprised her how he managed to hold the position for as long as he had. She had seen Directors come and go in a matter of months; this one stuck around for five years now. He was balding, his gray hair retreating to a low horseshoe resting on his ears.

Maybe horseshoe wasn’t the right word. Amara was sure he wouldn’t appreciate it being described so abrasively. Perhaps more of a laurel. Either way it made him look his age, perhaps even a bit older. Amara thought if he shaved what was left, he might look younger, but the creases in his face would have given him away.

“Amara,” he said, folding his hands and resting them on the table, “We have not yet been able to track down the creature responsible for the murder of the girl. It’s more serious than we thought. We were contacted by a few other vampire executing groups. There have been bodies turning up throughout the city with very similar parts taken. We do not believe this is a coincidence.”

The man slid a folder down the table to Amara, who picked it up and leafed through it. The pages were images of the other bodies found, as well as the police reports and locations. One page was a map of the area that pinpointed each body. After a moment, she looked back up.

“There are fourteen separate files here. How did we not know about this?” Amara could not keep the appalled tone from her voice.

“The other agencies were trying to cover up and solve these on their own. There’s been talk about some working with the police to make the public aware of what is going on—what is really going on.”

“That’s insane,” Amara protested. “Did they just forget what happened back in the 1800’s when a group tried that? Hundreds of people were killed. Vigilante vampire hunters were maimed and worse. It only managed to spark a feud. People would panic and…”

“Yes, yes. We are well aware of what would happen and are on dealing with the situation with a firm and thorough hand,” he assured her. “For now, we need to worry about this situation. We must find whatever is murdering these people and why it’s taking these particular body parts. We’re having problems with the bite marks but are assuming they are at least canine in origin. Some of the bites are just a bit different. I would say stick by the idea of a werewolf. They’re common to this area.”

Amara nodded. She could have brought up that Kafele was in town and shared the information, but there really wasn’t a reason to until she had more evidence of his involvement. It wouldn‘t help the situation to jump to conclusions. From the looks of things, the killings could have taken place before and after his arrival. If even one was before, then it meant Kafele hadn’t been involved.

“Is that all?” Amara asked as she tapped the edges of the folder on the table, making sure everything was securely inside.

“No, it isn’t,” the Director said, and Amara looked up again. That wasn’t the answer she expected.

“One of the other organizations insisted we allow one of their hunters to help in the search,” he continued.

“No,” Amara said firmly.

“He’s one of their best hunters. He should be a great asset to the team and…”

“No,” Amara said again, her tone still just as fixed and a bit louder than the time before.

“It wasn’t a question, Amara,” the Director snapped. “If we’re going to keep on negotiating terms with the other agencies, we cannot deny them sending one of their hunters to help assess the situation. Just be glad for the help.”

“You forced me to take Stephanie under my wing.” Amara slammed the folder down on the table angrily and pointed her finger at the Director. “I’m not going to watch over some wannabe from another corporation. I don’t have the time or patience to baby sit someone else’s hunter.”

“Don’t worry,” a voice echoed from the doorway suddenly, thick with a British accent. “You won’t have to baby sit anyone. I can take care of myself.”

“Amara,” the Director said as he gestured to the doorway. “This is Christopher Hoyt. Your new partner.”

Christopher stood with his arms folded across his chest. He leaned his shoulder against the doorway. His eyes, the color of cornflowers, locked on Amara intensely. His honey blonde hair was kept short, but not quite a military haircut. It was trendy, but what Amara would have called “efficiently short.”. Christopher looked young, too young. So did Amara. She wouldn’t tell anyone her real age, but she’d been twenty-two for quite some time.

“What are you? Like seventeen?” she shouted at the man in the doorway.

The man laughed and shook his head, looking past her to the director. He completely ignored her protests. He looked like tuning people out was one of his specialties.

“I’ve reviewed the file, Sir. I’ll be ready to go as soon as the other two hunters are,” he said confidently.

“You’re not coming, kiddo,” Amara told him as she pushed past Christopher to walk out the door.

The director let out a deep sigh as he watched Amara walk away. The girl was nearly impossible to reason with. Her stubborn attitude helped her through many situations. She was number one on their charts, which made it even more difficult to sway her opinions.

“Just go after her,” the director said. “She’ll come around, or I’ll make her come around.”

Christopher nodded. He took a few steps back before he turned and followed after Amara, who already pulled Stephanie out of the building by her shirt.

“What’s going on?” Stephanie called out as she tried to struggle out of Amara’s grip.

“Amara, wait,” Christopher shouted as he jogged after her. “At least talk to me about this.”

“I don’t need to talk about it,” Amara said. She turned quickly, her hand jerked Stephanie hard enough that she tripped.

Stephanie stumbled but caught herself, finally free of Amara’s grip. She turned to see what the problem was and paused when she saw Christopher.

“Awe, Amara,” Stephanie smiled widely to her, innocently. “Lighten up. If we’re being offered extra help, why go against it?”

“Because I don’t want another child to watch over. You’re enough trouble.”

“I’m not going to be any trouble,” Christopher insisted. He pulled Amara aside, away from Stephanie. “Look, I understand why you wouldn’t want a child tagging along, but you of all people should know looks are deceiving.”

Amara was caught off guard by the remark. When she recovered a moment later, her temper flared again.

“What the hell do you know about me?” She took heated steps toward Christopher.

“That we’ve got a similar past. Alexander took as much from you as he took from me. Maybe a bit more. We’re both after the same goal: get this job done quickly so we can go back to hunting him. If he dies, it makes things just a little bit better. For both of us.”

“What joke of an agency do you work for Chris? Humanity United? The Son’s of Wadjet?”

“Crimson,” he shrugged nonchalantly. He didn’t expect much of a response. Amara didn’t seem like one easily impressed despite the group’s high status.

Amara settled a little. If he was really from Crimson, then she knew he could take care of himself. Crimson was the European version of The Administration. They were highly ranked vampire killers trained early on for their jobs. She was about to ask Christopher what the vampire did to him, but it would have to wait. She took a deep, calming breath and nodded.

“Fine. We’ll work together for this, then we trade info. If we’re on the same team now, we may as well help each other in the long run.”

“First, let’s all sit down and go over what we know about this case. I want to make sure none of us has missed any details.”

“We can go back to the hotel room for a more quiet place,” Stephanie chimed in, almost too happily.

“This is not the time to flirt.” , “Amara glared at her.

“Actually, it might be a good idea to find somewhere quiet. We can really look at the photos and consider things,” Christopher suggested. Stephanie’s smile grew two sizes.

“All right. All right,” Amara mumbled as she put her hand to her head. It seemed like this mission was getting more and more exasperating.

Chapter Four

Colorful lights whirled around the dimly lit club. Fast paced, techno music beat through the mix of bodies dancing on the floor and echoed against the dark walls. The dancers seemed hypnotized by the pulse of the sound, like a living heartbeat driving them on. The club was once considerably brighter than it was now. Previously a bar and less of a tourist attraction, it fell into financial trouble and a new, mysterious owner showed up to purchase it. “The Black Swan” had been remodeled into something new and wild.

Exotic dancers hung in cages from the ceiling and danced on balcony stages. It was more of a swingers club now than a bar. “Skin is in” as they say. As Amara and Stephanie walked in, a strobe light went off, cutting the movements of the people around them into odd cutoff frames for a few moments. The girls split up as soon as they were inside to avoid the crowds. They weren’t here to watch strippers.

Amara watched Stephanie walk over to the bar. The girl started to twirl her hair and flirt with one of the men there: a vampire. Both girls could spot a vampire a mile away. For Stephanie, it was a sixth sense. She was a witch, and her abilities worked as an alarm when a vampire was near. For Amara, it was a deep dark part of her past encounter with Alexander that let her identify them. Though she never really went into the details with anyone who didn’t already know.

Amara walked over to a table and sat down to look around the crowd. Yes, Stephanie could pick out vampires, but that was drawing at straws. Amara could sense specific vampires. She would use that to try to pinpoint any of real use.

“Hello, Kyren,” Amara greeted the vampire before she even sat down. The vampire appeared from nowhere. It could have been an ambush, but Kyren knew better than to try that on Amara.

“Hello, Clarice,” Kyren smirked as she greeted Amara from behind. The quote was oh-so-appropriate.

Kyren was as bizarre as she looked with her black hair cut short, ragged, and uneven. Her icy eyes were distant, yet focused, as if she were thinking of too many things all at once. Her skin was as pale as a winter’s day and seemingly transparent even when she was well fed and warm. Various piercings decorated her face, her nose, her lip, her eyebrow, her ears—Amara was sure other places as well.

“You found me before I could find you,” Amara said as she turned to her in time to watch Kyren sit. Kyren was young but strong for her age. Amara knew better than to let her guard down.

“Not true,” Kyren laughed. “You may not have spotted me first, but you sensed me.”

“Touché’.” There was no point in arguing the truth. “What do you want, Kyren?”

The vampire laughed. It was a wicked, biting sound like nails scratching down a chalk board.

“You’re the one with questions.” Kyren leaned back in her chair, but took Amara’s drink and sipped it. “Your pretty little chickadee over there is looking for information. Couldn’t help but overhear the situation. On the other hand, I already knew bits and pieces.” She put an eerie emphasis on the last three words.

“Which bits and piece?” Amara tried not to look too serious. If she stayed blank, she would get more out of Kyren than if she showed interest.

“Come on, Amara. You know me. If something odd is being eaten, I’m going to hear about it.”

Amara glared at her. “Being a cannibal doesn’t put you into the best social circles. It doesn’t make you a social butterfly. What do you know, and where did you hear it?”

“I know what everyone knows. Bodies butchered up all over the place. Someone asked if it were me doing it,” she looked offended. “I don’t eat people.”

“Only other vampires,” Amara sighed. “You’re not on the suspect list, Kyren, so relax. I’ll get you another time.”

“You know, the way I look at it, I’m doing you all a favor. We’re on the same team. We’re both killing vampires,” she smirked.

“The difference is the way we do it isn’t perverse, and we’ve never killed another innocent human being. You have. Your time will come, Kyren,” Amara promised her as she stood.

Kyren rolled her eyes. “Go ask Steven. He’s a mutual friend of ours. He’ll tell you human girls don’t interest me.”

Amara walked away and Stephanie saw her headed for the door. She kissed the vampire she was talking to on the cheek and left him looking confused.

“I take it you found something out?” Stephanie smiled as she ran up to her. The thump of the music followed them out into the parking lot and warm night air.

“No, I just got irritated. Kyren showed up, gave me nothing, but I don’t think we were finding much here. Vampires are pointing fingers at one another, which makes me think this isn’t a werewolf. I think it’s a vampire either working with werewolves or a vampire framing werewolves.”

“Complex.” Stephanie sighed as she waited for Amara to unlock their car.

Amara hit the button for the car to unlock and got into the car, followed by Stephanie.

“I guess we go tell Chris then,” Stephanie said lightly.

“Next time we see him,” Amara said casually and started to drive.

“I’m starved.” Stephanie sighed, ignoring Amara’s obvious desire to keep Christopher out of the circle.

“That diner Steven talked about is right down the street.” Amara remembered. “Want to stop there?”

“Sure, anywhere is better than stopping for fast food.” She emphasized her dislike with a gagging sound, which made Amara smile.

“I guess that’s that then.” Amara turned the corner and drove down the street until they came to the diner.

The building had a sort of vintage appeal and stuck out from the other buildings. The outside was coated in tin, and the roof looked as though it might be as well, but the shingles were painted in warm tones of red, yellow, and orange. From the looks of it, that was the color theme of the restaurant. It made sense; warm colors psychologically made people want to eat. The large windows showed the other patrons already inside eating happily. A neon sign flashed on and off outside, the bulbs sometimes lighting up in circle sequences. The sign read: “The Yellow Sun Diner”. It explained the choice in colors.

“Wow,” Amara commented. She hadn’t quite expected the diner to look so bright and new.

“Let’s hope the food tastes as good as the outside looks,” Stephanie remarked as they parked the car.

Chapter Five

The inside of the diner was just as fantastic as the outside. The room was well lit, the tables clean, and the floor could have sparkled. Bright whites, yellows, and tints of reds and oranges accented the interior. Stephanie wondered if someone hired an interior designer to decorate The Yellow Sun.

The smell of hot food was enough to cheer Stephanie up at least a little bit. It drifted on the air gently and caressed her senses. The smell was unusually good. Maybe it was just the long day she had. Soft music played lightly in the background and helped to drown out the conversations at the other tables. Groups of people sat around eating together. Here and there a few single people sat, just enjoying pie or a burger. A woman with long red hair sat toward the back of the diner with a group of friends. A business man sat with what may have been a few people for some after work relaxation and dessert. A man with long, light brown hair tied back in a ponytail ate a piece of what looked like it may have been apple pie.

Overall, the people were polite, the staff was friendly, and everyone around the restaurant was happy. Well, almost everyone.

Stephanie ate her salad contently. Generally she ate as little meat as possible. She smiled to Amara as she looked up at her.

“How is your hamburger?” Stephanie asked Amara cheerfully.

Amara looked down at her food, she hadn’t eaten much of it. She picked at it here and there but after the first bite she hadn’t really cared for it.

“It tastes funny. It’s too sweet,” she pushed the burger away and sighed. “I hate when people add too many spices to a burger. It’s a burger for God’s sake, not a casserole.”

Stephanie sighed. “Amara, don’t take your frustration out on dinner.”

“I just can’t believe we couldn’t find any information. Even Kyren’s little confession wasn’t much help.” She sipped her soda and set the glass back down. “Worse, I can’t believe the other agencies would keep something like this to themselves. Let alone plan a coming out without us. We’re The Administration. Everything passes through us.”

“That’s not really our problem. That’s something for The Director to take care of. It’s not something we can do anything about. All we can do is figure out this situation and leave the rest to the suits back at the H.Q.”

“I guess you’re right,” Amara muttered and looked up just as Christopher walked into the diner. She put her head in her hands. “This is the last thing I need.”

Stephanie gave her a curious look then glanced toward the door and smiled widely. She moved over quickly so Chris would have to sit beside her.

“Hey Chris, getting something to eat?” Her whole face lit up when he sat down with her and smiled.

“No, I’m looking for the two of you. I went to the club, and you weren’t there. Some creepy looking vampire told me I just missed you, so I started to check diners.”

“We couldn’t really find anything at the club, so we came to get something to eat,” Stephanie told him and Amara groaned.

“It’s a safe assumption he’s figured that out.” Amara looked up to at Chris. “Find anything out on your own?”

“Yes, I have.” Christopher pulled out a file and set it on the table. “They sent back the jaw impression scans. It doesn’t look like any animal we‘ve got on file. A werewolf is the closest but not directly on the mark. It could just be a wolf with bad teeth though.” He added with a sigh, “I’m to tell you we’re looking for vampires, not lycanthropes.”

“Then Kyren was helpful.” Amara almost laughed.

“Yeah,” Stephanie chirped then looked to at Chris. “A vampire at the club told Amara the vampires are blaming one another. They thought it was her, so apparently some of the signs say a vampire did it. They don’t normally turn on one another over something like this so quickly.”

“That worries me,” Chris said to her. “If they don’t know what’s going on, it’ll be more difficult to get more information from anyone else.”

“There’s not really anyone we can turn to for help on this anyway,” Amara said mournfully.

“That’s not entirely true,” Christopher said quietly. When the other two hunters looked confused, he continued. “If anyone knows what is going on, it’d be the vampire in charge of this area.”

“Who is the master vampire here?” Stephanie asked and looked between them. Their expressions matched. Neither of them wanted to take the next step, but they both knew who was in charge. “Well?” Stephanie prompted them.

“Alexander Sef.” Amara sighed. “It’d be suicide to ask him for help.”

“It’s the only lead we’ve got, Amara.” Christopher put his hand to the top of his nose as if he were soothing a headache.

“Would he even see you? You’re both hunters, let’s remember that,” Stephanie pointed out.

“I don’t know about Amara, but he’d see me,” Chris said quietly. “We’ve got history.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t argue about me showing up either,” Amara agreed.

“Then let’s go for it,” Stephanie said happily. “Somewhere public with a lot of people.”

Christopher shook his head. He knew better. It would be safer to meet Alexander in his private office as a small group to plead for his help. It would have to be a plea or it wouldn’t work. He knew Alexander well enough to know if they met somewhere in public, he would be less likely to share any sort of information.

“It’ll be better to just meet him in private. He’ll divulge more then.”

“How exactly will you arrange this little get-together?” Amara asked skeptically.

“I’ll call him,” Chris said simply.

Even Stephanie looked at him as if he were crazy. The master of a city wouldn’t talk to The Administration, who regularly worked with and for vampires, let alone a vampire hunter from Crimson. That organization had a ‘kill now, question later’ policy. If it had fangs and drank blood, it was worth killing.

“I think we need another plan,” Stephanie said quietly as she slouched in her chair a little. She was visibly upset she had to take Amara’s side against Christopher.

“I’m telling you.” Chris looked surprised that they didn’t believe him. “If I call, he’ll see us.”

“You can keep living in your fantasy world, Chris,” Amara barked angrily at him. “I’m going to get some results.”

“Fine.” Chris shrugged calmly. “Keep doing things your way.”

“What? You think your way is better?” Amara took it as a challenge.

“I know it will be much easier. Probably faster than whatever you’ve got planned. We don’t know where’s he’s operating out of so we can’t even just charge in.”

“I’m not planning on just barging in. I’m going to go find Jason.”

“Jason has been Alexander’s personal assistant for over one hundred years without betraying him.” Christopher shook his head. “How, exactly, do you think you’ll be able to get anything out of him?”

“It’s more effective than your plan,” Amara said as she got up.

Chris rolled his eyes. “Fine. Bloody brilliant,” he said sarcastically, “I’ll go try my way, you try yours, and we’ll see whose goes better.”

“We will,” Amara snapped as she grabbed her keys and headed out.

* * * *

“Something wrong, miss?” A man approached her while she was on her way out the door. “Anything I can do?” He greeted her with a warmth that put Amara off. She leveled her gaze with his dark brown eyes and glared at him, trying to stare him down but he didn’t flinch. A trained customer service man, she thought.

“The food is terrible and so is my company,” she muttered and turned, but he caught her again.

“Perhaps I could get you something else? I always hate to see someone leave unsatisfied.”

“What? Do you own it or something?” Amara asked sharply. In her opinion, this employee took his job too far. If someone she left wanted to leave this angry, why wouldn’t he just leave them her alone?

“Yes, I’m Brandon. I’m the owner,” he said proudly. “May I ask what you didn’t like about the food?”

To Amara, Brandon didn’t look like much of a business owner. He wore a plaid flannel shirt and blue jeans. His loafers threw the look off even more. What sort of successful restaurant owner dresses like that? None that she knew of. It may have just been her bad day, but something about him set her off even more.

“No,” Amara snapped and walked out.

* * * *

The man looked baffled. He ran his hand through his brown hair and shook his head.

“She’s just like that,” Stephanie assured him. “Don’t, like, take any offense to it.”

Brandon smiled lightly to Stephanie. “Enjoying your salad?”

“Very much,” she smiled. “I’m sure the burger is fine, but I’m a vegetarian.”

“If you need anything, please, let me know.” Brandon laughed gently and nodded to her. He started to make rounds to the other customers, clearly trying to make everyone as comfortable as possible. He wasn’t just a good businessman;, he was a cordial host.

Stephanie realized Amara just stormed out of the diner. She looked to at Chris. “I think I’m gonna need a ride.”

Chapter Six

Amara pulled into the large upscale community. An outsized, white gate surrounded the area to keep the houses locked securely inside. At least that’s what it was meant to do. Amara climbed one of the tall, luxurious pine trees of Ridgefair Estates.

The houses inside were all nearly identical. Large, white houses with tremendous windows to let in the sun. Of course, one of these houses would have to be different. Vampires and sunlight just didn’t mix.

Every house was set back away from the sidewalk on green grass lawns. Amara wondered how high the water bills must be here. She hoped they weren’t on a meter. She never remembered keeping her grass that green. She lived in an apartment since her family died.

At three in the morning, all the lights in the Estates were off, save for one house, with considerably smaller windows than the other homes. She stared at the house for a few moments and did a check of the outside. No cameras, no extra security. For a moment that alone deterred her. Surely, the vampire who works most closely with the Master of the City would have a secure home. As she approached the house, she felt the buzz of a different sort of protection.

A protection spell had been cast around the house to fend off intruders. The spell buzzed around her irritatingly, but so far no pain. It was like walking into a swarm of flies. Irritating, but not agonizing. Odds were that Jason would not block Alexander from his home, and, due to unfortunate circumstances, Amara’s aura was very similar to his. It was the one good thing he’d done for her.

Amara managed to open one of the windows on the lower level and crawl into the house. Any doubt that she had the right place washed away as soon as she was inside. The house was larger than it looked, but the amount of books on bookshelves made the living room claustrophobic. Amongst the large, dark, walnut bookshelves were a few scattered red-cushioned chairs. They looked old and made the entire room look antique. She walked across the mahogany floor quietly, carefully, and couldn’t help but think there was too much wood in that house. Jason had always been an avid reader in life. Why should that change once he died?

Finally, she came to a set of stairs winding up and around to the second floor. She traced her hand gently up the white banister as she made her way cautiously up the stairs. She snuck down the long hallway to the room where the light was on. The entire house was so quiet she could hear the cicadas’ gentle chirping outside. Amara readied her gun and took a step back to give herself some space. She took a deep breath and braced herself. Finally with a quick, powerful force, she kicked the door in.

Her gun was instantly pointed at the vampire. Jason looked up calmly from his large, overstuffed chair and put his book down in his lap. When he smiled at her, it reached his soft brown eyes. The warm smile caught Amara off guard for a moment. Jason was nothing if not sincere; she met him enough to know that.

“It’s nice ta’ see ya’ again, Amara,” Jason said as he closed the book. Jason was a small man, only five-eight at most. He was thin and just a tad lanky even for his short disposition. He looked so comfortable in his blue business shirt and black pants that Amara could have mistaken them for night clothes. Then again, for a vampire she supposed that anything could be “night clothes”.

“Cut it, Jason. You know I’m not here for pleasantries,” Amara snapped, the gun still held steady and positioned for Jason.

Amara tried to keep her composition, but the room made her a bit claustrophobic. It was more like a library than a business office. That seemed the theme for his entire house except for a few spaces where dull black filing cabinets rested against the blue walls. His desk sat directly in the middle of the room. Easy access she guessed. The vampire was completely at home.

“Yeah, I know,” the vampire sighed. “What is it that ya’ want?”

“Strangely enough, not something which involves hurting you if I don’t have to. I want a conference with Alexander.”

Jason barked a loud laugh. The sound echoed through the room as if the walls themselves mocked Amara.

“Then call,” he smirked as he suggested it. “Alexander never denies a request for conference.”

“No. I’ll be put on a waiting list for the next four years. I don’t have time. I want to meet with him tomorrow.”

Jason laughed again and got up. He shook his head in amusement. He wasn’t surprised when Amara followed him with the gun, but he didn’t seem bothered. He pulled a dark blue schedule book off the nearby desk and flipped through it.

“There’s no way he’d be able to see ya’ tomorrow. He’s booked solid.”

“You’re telling me he can’t take time out of his party life to help solve an ongoing murder case?”

“His ‘parties’ are more of a social obligation,” Jason started. “As for—”

“Social obligation?” Amara laughed, “Yes, he’s always looked so upset while he’s drinking and smoking marijuana with his buddies.”

“As for the murder case,” Jason continued without acknowledging Amara’s remark, “why would Alexander want ta dirty his hands with somethin’ like that?”

“He’s familiar with murder,” Amara snapped.

“What happened ta’ ya’ happened twenty years ago.” Jason sighed. “People were listening ta bad music and everyone had big hair. Let it go. People, even vampires, can change.”

“Let it go?” she shouted. “He killed my family and bound me to him so I couldn’t age. So I can’t die. He tortured them and left me there to find them when I woke up. Don’t try to convince me he’s any better than he was.”

“He was with Raina then. Your parents nearly killed her. He was in a rage, and she was screaming for retaliation.”

“So you’re trying to convince me Alexander was a puppet?” Amara’s voice held a sharp skepticism.

“I am,” he said calmly. “She controlled his entire life. Ya’ might be surprised what sorta’ person he is now.”

“Then tell him to sully his hands a little and help the city that he’s in charge of.”

Jason rolled his eyes. “If there’s a cancellation or an opening, I’ll see if I can squeeze ya’ in somewhere.”

“How about you just write me in now?” Amara‘s voice went dark with the unspoken threat. “Call Alex and tell him to meet me.”

“Or what? Ya’ gonna kill me?” Jason didn’t sound convinced.

“Worse,” she said lightly and fired the gun into his right thigh.

Jason dropped to the floor and cried out in pain as the bullet tore through his leg. It left a splatter of cherry red across the once-clean flooring and his neatly pressed clothes. He glared up at Amara angrily.

“Not much incentive to help ya,” he hissed through his teeth as he tried to grit through the pain.

“Really?” Amara‘s voice was light, almost nonchalant. “Maybe I can give you some more.” She fired the gun off into his shoulder, and Jason cried out again and threw his aura at her. It was a psychic attack, concentrating the energy around him into an almost physical force. Vampires like Alexander could knock people out or blow up a building. Jason was much younger though and much more inexperienced. Amara threw her own aura up as a shield and deflected the attack.

“His blood and mine, Jason,” Amara sneered. “You think I wouldn’t learn how to use it to my advantage? Call him,” she growled as she dragged Jason to his feet. “Tell him to make an opening and to call me, or I’m going to track his lackey down again, and he’ll be collecting pieces of him for weeks.”

She slammed Jason into the wall and punched him in the face. When he dropped to his knees again, he held his face in his hands. Amara started to walk away. She knew he would be healed by morning.

The bullets she used were normal. Of course, she kept silver bullets with her at all times, but Jason wasn’t a particularly dangerous vampire. It’s a little-known fact that vampires, like werewolves, have a natural allergy to silver. If it gets into their blood stream, it can be fatal. Keeping the silver bullets just gave her the advantage in both situations now. If it was a vampire, she was ready. If it was a werewolf, she was ready. He hadn’t been a very dangerous human either. The book-loving vampire normally kept to himself unless he was out looking for information for Alexander—and even then, he had a hard time in social situations, let alone battles.

What kept Jason alive all these years was that he worked closely with Alexander. Alex took a liking to Jason while he was human. When he became a vampire, Alexander hired him onto his team of employees, and Jason quickly worked his way up. No one could mess with him without answering to the head honcho. If hurting Jason would get his attention, that’s what Amara had to do.

“Had to”, she thought, as if she needed another reason to go vampire hunting.

“I’ll be waiting, Jason,” she called as she walked out the front door and back onto the street. Now she could go back to the hotel room and rest for a few hours before the angry phone call from Jason’s master rang in.

Chapter Seven

Amara yawned as she swiped the card key and opened her hotel room door. She took her holster off from around her hips and swung it over the back of a nearby chair. She looked forward to the soft plush bed and warm covers when she looked up to find Stephanie and Christopher sitting on her bed together. She took a deep breath to keep from shouting.

“There are two beds here. Why do you have to be on mine?” Amara asked, sounding as exhausted as she felt. Then it hit her that Christopher was in the room as well. “What are you doing here?”

“I come bearing tidings,” Christopher beamed as he said the words proudly. A little too proudly for Amara’s current sleep-deprived state of mind.

“Chris got us all an audience with Alexander,” Stephanie announced just as gleefully as Christopher had.

Amara gave them both a look. She didn’t believe it. In that amount of time? Only a few hours? There was no way in the time she spent maiming Jason to get him to request a meeting that Christopher really just called.

“You two are really bad at practical jokes,” Amara mumbled as she lay down on Stephanie’s bed.

“No, we’re totally serious,” Stephanie said quickly, looking more genuine. When Amara glanced up at them to check she went on. “We’re meeting him tomorrow. He’s talking to us between meetings. Right after he meets with some vampires from out of town. He wants us in his waiting room at The Black Swan tomorrow at eight.”

“What’d you do? Blow him, Chris?” Amara asked lightly. The comment was enough to drown the happiness from Christopher’s expression. There was a slight bitterness to the question. How did he manage it? What exactly was his history with this vampire?

“You don’t have to be so sharp,” Christopher snapped in return and lay back on Amara’s bed. Clearly, he didn’t intend to leave any time soon.

“Are you jealous?” he went on. “You had to go out, find Jason, beat him up, and still got no progress. All I did was lift a phone and dial.”

“No.” Amara shook her head. “I wonder how you managed it. Does he know who he’s meeting with?”

“Yeah.” Stephanie sounded excited. Of course, Amara knew it would take a lot more than a silly euphemism to get Stephanie’s goat.

“What’s the catch?” Amara was still skeptical. She knew Alexander better than this.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll owe him a favor. Or rather, he already owes me one. Consider it a guilt trip,” Chris said lightly.

“I don’t believe he has a conscious to make him feel guilty,” Amara murmured.

“Not everyone cares what you believe,” Chris said angrily. He suddenly became very defensive, but before Amara could point that out Stephanie chimed in.

“Come on, you guys, we’re all on the same team,” she pleaded. “Can you just stop arguing until we get this finished? Then the two of you can have a battle to the death, okay?”

“Looks like I’ll win.” Amara smirked and Christopher shook his head.

“Stephanie, you’re right,” he said and locked eyes with her for a half a moment, and she blushed. “We need to work together if we’re going to figure this out before it’s too late, and someone else gets killed.”

“Thanks, Chris,” Stephanie whispered quietly. She had a light flush to her cheeks, embarrassed suddenly. She brushed her hand over his gently, and after a few moments, he pulled away.

“I need to get back to my hotel room.” Chris got up off the bed and left Stephanie sitting there alone.

“You can spend the night here,” she suggested quietly.

“If he’s spending the night here, he’s sleeping in this bed, and we’re both sleeping over there,” Amara shouted.

Chris chuckled a little and shook head.

“That’s okay, Stephanie,” he smiled to her. “Keep your focus where it needs to be. I’d hate to miss any details.”

Stephanie nodded and watched him walk to the door with a sort of sadness in her.

“Good night, Steph,” Chris called back to her as he opened the door.

“Good night, Chris,” she said and watched him shut the door. Then she turned to Amara. “Just because you’re old doesn’t mean I can’t have a boyfriend.”

“There’s something off about him,” Amara said as she pushed up on her elbows. “I don’t like it. I sensed it back in the head quarters. Something isn’t right. How could he have managed to get such a quick response out of Alexander?”

“Are you saying he’s one of Alexander’s servants?” Stephanie sounded oh-so-very skeptical.

“No,” Amara corrected her quickly. “I’m saying that something about him isn’t right. There’s something important he isn’t telling us, and I intend to find out what it is.”

Chapter Eight

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a variety of beautiful colors through the sky. Pinks, oranges, and purples spread over the horizon as the black carpet of night swept in with the shimmering spots of stars.

Amara stood outside the hotel, watching a few children playing in the lush yard that surrounding the hotel, savoring the last few moments of daylight before they were called inside. The fresh evening air was cooler than it had been all day, making things just a little bit more fun and relaxing. For the most part everyone seemed at ease.

Their parents watched them carefully from the front porches or windows of their hotel rooms. Amara wondered if they were more afraid of someone running out and scooping up their children or of their children running out into the highway that trailed just out front of the hotel. She guessed the highway. If the police had reported the murders, the children would likely be inside. Amara would keep her children inside at least.

Stephanie and Christopher were still back inside the hotel room so that they could ‘finish packing,’, but Amara suspected otherwise. Putting on guns and knives should not take as much time as it was taking those two.

Amara sighed as she waited and smoothed a few wrinkles out of her “work clothes”—if that’s what you wanted to call it. She was wearing the clothes she kept away from her general hunting attire. Her red shirt dipped in a v-neck cut just low enough to cut to show off a little cleavage. The fabric was soft and smooth, tempting to touch. Her black velvet skirt fell just above her knees and showed off her long, slender legs. Her black heels made them look even longer. Overall, the outfit was not one for vampire hunting. That is, if you didn’t include the various knives hidden under the fabric and the singular gun tucked into the front of her skirt.

Amara was absolutely sure she would be uncomfortable most of the night. The lack of material in the outfit made it difficult to hide her weaponry, but she would never go into the belly of the beast without a small armory. If anyone patted her down, she would likely be kicked out of the club or worse. She hoped Alexander would know her enough to understand that she would be bringing at least a few toys in case he decided to play.

Amara glanced back toward the hotel room and wondered just how much time she had before Stephanie and Christopher would be finished with, well, whatever they were doing. She pulled out her cell phone and dialed Jeremy. She had a few things she wanted him to look into. After a few rings, he finally picked up his phone.

“Jeremy?” Amara said, keeping her eyes on the door for movement. “I need you to do me a big favor.”

“Amara? Is that you?” he asked. “How big a favor exactly?”

“I need you to get me a few files from Crimson. I want to know what this guy they have me working with is hiding. If he was in The Clinic, then he must have done something warranting it.”

Normally, Amara wouldn’t have been so suspicious of a new team mate, but The Clinic was a sort of asylum designed by The Administration and shared with Crimson. The Administration used it for hunters who were having emotional break downs. Crimson used it for brainwashing and torture. Amara hoped it was only Crimson using it for those reasons at least. If Christopher had been in there, it either meant he had a past of betraying Crimson, or he was prone to anxiety. Either way, it wasn’t a good sign.

“Amara…” Her name came out a deep sigh. “Why do you always have to make everything so difficult? Can’t you just finish the mission with him and let it go? Just track down the killer and be done with it. Odds are you’ll never have to work with him again.”

“He’s hitting on Stephanie. She’s falling for him, and I need to know he won’t kill her in her sleep if she gets too close.”

Now there was a long, silent pause on the other end of the phone. She knew that would grab Jeremy’s attention. He always stared at Stephanie just enough to give himself away. Always smiled at her just a little too widely.

“I’ll look into it for you,” Jeremy said, his tone a little more muted.

“Thanks, Jeremy,” Amara said and hung up the phone just in time.

Stephanie and Chris walked out the large glass doors and over toward the car.

“Sorry,” Stephanie apologized immediately. “We started to talk and lost track of the time. I had a hard time getting into the dress,” she confessed.

Stephanie, unlike Amara, looked completely natural in what she wore. The sleeveless dress was a brilliant green and complemented her eyes perfectly. It cut off much like Amara’s, at the knee. Teal heels and a brightly beaded necklace completed the outfit.

“Talking, huh?” Amara asked doubtfully. “Just get in the back of the car.”

Chris shrugged, and got in, then buckled up his seat belt. He looked much more casual than the girls, but just as refined. They were all dressed for a night on the town. For Chris, that meant a new pair of jeans and a nice shirt. Stephanie followed quickly and sat beside Chris. Amara shook her head and rolled her eyes. How could Stephanie just leap into the arms of this stranger? He wasn’t just a stranger;, he was a mysterious stranger. He had some sort of dark secret that could possibly be the end of the two of them—; or three if he played his cards wrong.

Of course, that could have been what drove Stephanie to Chris. It also could have been that Chris and Amara didn’t get along. Stephanie was still young. Nineteen is an age of wonder and naiveté. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome over there was just what she was looking for. A man of anonymity. Amara knew better. Mysterious men were usually best kept a mystery.

Amara flipped the radio on to drown out their conversation. She didn’t want to catch any warm words or affectionate glances between the two. It wasn’t because she was against them being together. Well, actually she was but not because she didn’t believe in love or because she didn’t want Stephanie to be in love.

She was worried that if something went wrong in the meeting, and at some point she had to get Chris out of the way, Stephanie might interfere. That was one of the biggest problems of working on a team. If emotional attachment blossomed into love, it could make a person hesitate. In any sort of battle, every second counts. It was worse if someone took a bullet for the wrong person. If Chris were going to hand them over to Alexander in a nice little gift- wrapped package, Amara would take his head off. The thought that Stephanie might get in the way and take the bullet was enough to make Amara want to park the car and kick him out.

Amara took the back road to the city. The hotel was located just outside to give them some peace and quiet when they weren’t chasing down suspects. The road stretched long and dark through the twists and turns of the wood. Trees poked from the ground on either side like a large, thick fence. The moon was high in the sky and lit up the trees with a beautiful silver tint. The windows were cracked just an inch to let the cool air into the car and that at least helped Amara clear her mind a little.

“Almost a full moon,” Stephanie pointed out over the music, and Amara turned it down just a notch.

“Yeah. If it’s a werewolf we’re looking for, tonight would be the night to find it, huh?”

“The meeting with Alexander will probably be really helpful, right?”

“I think if anyone has helpful information it would be him,” Chris finally spoke up. “He keeps an eye on what is going on through the city. If a vampire steps out of line, it’s his job to put it back in its place. I don’t think he has power over the lycanthropes, but the vampires are his to control.”

“Unless we get a rogue,” Amara said.

“Like the one committing the murders?” Stephanie asked, and the two other hunters nodded in unison.

“Being the Master Vampire of a city isn’t just a nice title,” Chris explained to her, resting his arms behind his head. “It means more than just being the strongest for a few miles around. He’s in charge of things here. He needs to protect the vampires in this area and keep them in control too. He needs to oversee things and make sure his people don’t expose themselves.”

“I never knew all that,” Stephanie looked a little amazed. “How did you learn all of this?”

“Years of experience,” Amara cut in, and Stephanie glared at her.

“She’s right, Steph. Crimson makes sure it’s hunters are educated. We’re raised for things like this. Before we go on our first hunt, we know the entire structure of vampire society.”

“I’m sure you’ve picked up more afterward,” Amara said, looking at him through the rearview mirror.

“Well, yeah,” he said, sitting up a little. “There’s always things you can’t learn from a book or a class or even in contained, controlled situations.”

* * * *

“Amara. Watch out.” Stephanie leaned forward in her seat and grabbed the wheel before Amara knew what was happening. The car swerved, fishtailed, and finally hit a tree. Stephanie flew forward, hitting her head off the dashboard, and suddenly her world spun.

At first she thought it was her vision. That she just hit her head too hard. It felt like the world twisted around her. When she felt the roof of the car hit into her back and the sound of metal screeching against the blacktop of the street, she knew the car had tumbled. Somehow things hadn’t quite sunk in entirely. As the car finally stopped spinning, she lay there and tried to piece together what just happened. The smell of gasoline and smoke were a thick mask over the smell of the forest. Stephanie choked on the fumes. She had almost forgotten about the man who stood in the middle of the road. Somewhere off in the distance she heard her name being called.

“Stephanie. Stephanie,” Amara shouted as she struggled with her seat belt.

“STEPH,” Chris was half-screaming her name as he ripped his safety belt off. He fell the last few inches and crashed down into the roof of the car with a thud, forcing the air from his lungs.

* * * *

The sound of gunshots rang through the air. Within a few seconds, the windshield of the car became a mass of spider web cracks. A quick, startled shout escaped Amara as she finally struggled out of her belt and crawled onto the roof.

“Stay here,” Christopher said quickly as he maneuvered his way out of the ruined Prius. He winced as two more shots were fired off, this time in his direction. When the gunner took a moment to reload, Chris slipped out of the car and fired back. He flipped the passenger door open to shield himself as he fired back. The sound of the bullets hitting against the door were loud, like hail beating down from the sky.

Amara grabbed Stephanie’s bag and rummaged through it. The witch always carried various magical items with her. She pulled out one of the gooey creams Stephanie carried around and smeared it over the particularly bad looking wounds. The smell was awful, and the slimy texture didn’t help at all, but Stephanie taught her a long time ago that this particular ointment was amazing for healing.

Amara winced in surprise as a cry of pain cut through the sound of gunshots. She looked up quickly and found saw the man laying flat on his back.

Christopher looked over to her. “Is Stephanie okay?” The words came out so quickly, that it took Amara a moment to process them.

“She should be. Maybe a few broken bones, but she heals almost as well as I do.”

Christopher sighed, obviously relieved. He crawled back into the car and knelt down beside Stephanie. He pushed her hair away from her face gently to look at the bruise.

“Do you think she’s got any internal bleeding?”

Amara shook her head. “No. I think she’ll be okay. She’s breathing normally. She’s a witch, Chris. A powerful witch. She’ll be fine.”

Stephanie didn’t always seem it because of her teenage-girl attitude, but she was likely the most powerful witch Amara had ever met. Of course, having that power didn’t mean she knew how to use it. At least her body would use it naturally and instinctively to protect and heal itself.

Amara crawled out of the car and Chris followed after a few moments later. The two hunters walked the few yards over to the body lying in the road and looked over the man.

“Any I.D.?” Chris asked as he bent down beside the body and search through his pockets.

“No. I’ve got his wallet. A couple of dollars, a punch card for the grocery store, and a condom,” she laughed a little. “Big night planned, huh?”

Christopher shook his head and laughed. “I guess he had plans after this. Too bad.” He lifted the right sleeve of the man’s jean jacket and jumped a little. “Amara, take a look at this.”

Amara crawled a little closer and paused. The marks running up the man’s arm were an old language carved into his skin, and from the pearly white look of the scars, they were not fresh. The markings were raised in white, scarred letters. Amara knew what they were: ancient Egyptian, and she recognized them despite not knowing the language.

“Kafele,” she said, letting out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding.

“Kafele,” he said the name in worried agreement.

So Alexander’s cousin was really back in town. Why would he send a hit man after the group while they were on their way to visit Alexander? The only reason Amara could fathom would be that he was covering up. He didn’t want the group of hunters to get to Alexander. If the head vampire of the city found out what Kafele was doing, he would be in trouble. Of course, that wouldn’t stop Amara. She pulled out her phone and dialed for the headquarters. The group would need a new ride, an ambulance, a cover up for the body, and to still meet Alexander on time.

After all, it’s impolite to cancel on such short notice.

Chapter Nine

The waiting room at The Black Swan was deafeningly quiet compared to the main area of the club, but no less trendy. Large black leather sofas rested against the red walls, giving the entire room a dark, closed-in feeling despite how big the space really was. Abstract paintings hung on the walls here and there, and potted plants that looked like miniature palm trees stood in the lonely corners. The undersides of the arms on the oversized couches matched the cocobolo coffee table perfectly if one looked closely enough to see past the assortment of magazines scattered across the tabletop.

The only real sound was the faint pulse of music pumped into the room through small, black speakers on the ceiling. Rather than the pulsating rhythm of the club just beyond the door, this music was light and relaxing. Mixed with the gentle, artificial smell of flowers that something hidden in the room sprayed, it was rather calming. Though some of the songs from the 90’s were beginning to throw Amara for a loop. She never realized just how little she missed the Spice Girls.

Not that Christopher would notice as he picked up the beer bottle from the table and chugged his drink again nervously. He was starting to worry Amara. This was his second drink, and they were here on business.

“Do you really think you should be drinking?” Amara asked him in a harsh whisper. “What if we need to fight?”

“It’s just one,” Chris said lightly. “I just need to relax a little bit before we go in.”

“Relaxing is one thing,” Amara said sharply. “Getting a little buzzed is another. I don’t want to go in there and end up with you shooting me because you can’t see straight.”

When Christopher opened his mouth to retort, Stephanie cut him off.

“Can’t you two just get along for one damned minute? Give it a rest.”

It was hard to argue with Stephanie while she sat there and glared at the two. Her arm was still in a sling and a bandage around her wrist. She wasn’t really hurt that badly, but the doctors insisted on her taking a rest—or at least dressing her wounds. When they suggested that perhaps Stephanie should go back to the hotel to rest for the night, she refused. She was part of the team, and as much as Amara hated it, she had no intentions of going anywhere.

“I’m going outside for some air.” Amara huffed a complaint and grumbled as she got up and headed for the door.

* * * *

Stephanie closed her eyes and leaned back. They had waited there for nearly two hours. Whatever was killing these people could be out on the streets right that moment cutting up another victim. She didn’t really want to think about it when it came right down to things. Her mind didn’t give her much of a choice. The unpleasant visions invaded her peaceful thoughts like an army of fire ants, eating away at her pleasant attitude.

“Are you all right?” Christopher asked her. He had been watching over her carefully.

Stephanie looked over to him and nodded. “I’ll be fine. I’m just a little worn out and a little aggravated.”

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. “Amara is just…”

“Hard to get along with.” Stephanie paused and sighed deeply. “I know.”

“How long have you two been partners?”

The girl looked up at the ceiling to think for a moment before she answered. “About two years.” She finally looked back down at Chris as she responded. “Nearly three. She’s never been thankful for me being around. At least not that she’s expressed.”

“I couldn’t deal with it if she were my partner all the time. Is she always like this?” Chris gave her a sympathetic look.

“What?” Stephanie asked with a dry laugh. “Argumentative? Disagreeable? Arrogant? Yeah, that’s Amara. She’s one of the top hunters for The Administration, and she knows it. She thinks it makes her better than everyone else.”

“It shouldn’t be something she’s that proud of. Just because she can kill better doesn’t make her the better person.”

Stephanie smiled softly at that. She hadn’t met many hunters who realized they were all just killing vampires in the end. That they would all die at one point or another.

“You’re not at all like that, are you, Chris? You seem very laid back. Are all the hunters where you’re from like you?”

“No. I’m really not. I just know where I stand.”

“But you’re at the top,” she said quickly, happy to point it out for him as if he hadn’t realized it for himself. “You’re number one, Chris. Doesn’t that mean anything to you? I know we’re all just killers, but to be number one at something, anything…it doesn’t it matter?”

He shook his head. “I’ve always been number one. For as long as I can remember. It doesn’t stop them from taking what you love most and using it against you. One step out of line. One note out of tune. Then, boom. You’re dead. At least you hope that you are. If they’re really angry with you, they put you in The Clinic.”

“The Clinic? That’s an Administrative branch, isn’t it?”

“Yeah. Crimson uses it too,” Christopher nodded quietly. “A little more left handedly, I think.”

Stephanie watched as the light slipped completely from Christopher’s eyes. Finally, it hit her. Something happened to him. Sure, she knew the stories: , that Christopher’s best friend ran off as a rogue hunter, plotted against the association they worked for. They killed him for it, but she suspected there was something more. Something in the way Christopher spoke, something in the way he went blank when he talked about it. The way the emotion drained away from his face made her think that something truly horrible happened to him. Something more than the average vampire hunter would experience. At least in The Administration.

“What happened to you, Chris?” she asked quietly. “Why are you so afraid to be here?”

Christopher shook his head and took another drink from his bottle before going on. “It isn’t anything you should worry your pretty little head about, Steph.”

“I want to know about you,” she said softly, touching his hand gently as she said it.

Chris looked back into her eyes for a long moment, then set the beer down on the table again, missing the coaster by a country mile.

“Alexander and I have an extensive history. I don’t want to go into detail. When I was younger, he stalked me. He tore apart my family, my friends, my life. The love of my life was taken away because of him. He’s always given me some leeway because of it. I don’t think he really meant for so many bad things to happen to me because of him. I think it was just part of a game that he lost control of.”

“What happened?” she prompted him, but he shook his head. Stephanie watched Chris with interest, hoping he’d tell her more.

“No, this really isn’t something I want to talk about.” His voice had gone quiet again. He leaned forward and got his bottle off the table. “It’s hard for me to talk about it at all, let alone here. I have to see him in a few minutes. I’m trying to get into the right mind set.”

“Drunk?” Stephanie asked him lightly.

Chris looked at the bottle and put it back down. “Not drunk, just…,” he paused, thinking of the right word, “relaxed. I need to be more relaxed. I’m afraid if he gets one hint that I’m nervous, he’ll tear me apart. It’ll be like blood to a shark. He loves to eat people alive.”

“Maybe—just this once—Amara is right. We should be trying to focus, not trying to keep our minds off things. We need to be ready for him.” Stephanie leaned over, taking the bottle from Christopher’s hands. He slumped in the chair a little.

“I’m starting to wonder if Amara is right on more than one thing. Maybe he’s really got no intentions of seeing us.” Chris looked over to the two large burgundy doors that leading to Alexander’s main conference room.

“It is taking a while.” Stephanie stretched as she said it, the late hour and excitement on the way had worn her out.

“Why don’t you close your eyes for a little? I can wake you when he’s ready to see us,” Chris offered. “Maybe you should have stayed home. You’re knackered.”

“Thanks, Chris I just couldn’t have you two come here alone. We’re a team.” Stephanie chuckled a little and leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Get some rest.” He nodded and smiled at her gently.

* * * *

Stephanie closed her eyes, and it was only a few more minutes before Amara came back into the room. She looked at the two and shook her head. “Getting comfortable?”

“She’s exhausted. If I knew we had time, I’d say we should take her back to the hotel, but with our luck, if we leave, that’s when he’ll come out looking for us.” He watched Stephanie worriedly again.

“I’m giving him ten more minutes,” Amara glared at the doors as she said it. “Then I’m taking matters into my own hands.”

“What do you mean?” Chris looked up at Amara again. “Don’t do anything stupid. I don’t want to fight if we don’t need to.”

“I never do anything stupid,” Amara snapped as she sat down on the far end of the sofa, sinking into the stuffed cushions and crossing her arms. “Ten minutes.”

Chris sighed deeply and shook his head. He didn’t expect Amara to really mean it. What sort of idiot would give a vampire “ten more minutes” when he was doing them a favor? It was hard enough just to get in to see him. Sure, he was running late, but at this point they needed him. Making him angry would only make their jobs harder.

* * * *

Amara watched the clock tick by in silence while she waited for the doors to open and for Alexander to waltz out as if nothing happened. That’s what he would do, she was sure of it. Walk out gracefully and greet them as if he hadn’t kept them there waiting for ages. Twelve minutes went by, and Amara still sat impatiently in the overstuffed chair. She pushed to her feet quickly, fueled by her irritation, and headed for the door.

“Amara, what are you doing?” Chris asked quickly as he got up to swiftly to grab her arm. When he jumped up from the sofa, Stephanie woke suddenly.

“What’s going on?” she asked with a yawn. She realized saw Amara headed for the large wood doors and got up as well.

“Amara stop,” Chris shouted at her.

“We’ve waited long enough. I’m not going to spend my night sitting here waiting on a vampire who isn’t intending on seeing us.”

“Just give him five more minutes,” Chris pleaded. “If we barge in now and interrupt a meeting, he won’t see us anyway.”

“I’m sick to death of waiting,” Amara snapped. “Five minutes isn’t going to make a difference.”

Chapter Ten

The combination of voices rang through the meeting hall in echoes of argument. The room wasn’t extraordinarily large, but fifteen of the country’s top vampires managed to sit around the oval meeting table comfortably in their black leather cushioned chairs.

“This could be the start of a new age,” one voice shouted.

“It could be the end of us. Do you have any idea how this may affect our world?” another boomed.

“Stop,” one voice finally rose above the others as a figure stood. His chair moved backward, nearly tipping with the sudden force of his movement. He stood at the long end of the table, his amber eyes held a dangerous intensity as they scanned the room. The vampire ran his hands through his short ebony hair as he took a deep, calming breath.

“This constant bickering isn’t going to solve anything.” He took a moment to run his tanned hands over his dark vest, the color of coffee, smoothing out a few of the wrinkles. To anyone who did not know him, it would seem odd that everyone in the room listened to this man. He was likely the shortest of the men in the room, less than six feet tall. Five feet, and six inches, at most.

“How do you intend to solve the problem? What side do you take, Alexander Sef?” the vampire at the far end of the table shouted at him. His chocolate hair was pulled back away from his face in a black ribbon. His angry blue gaze was set on Alexander. His eyes were as deep a blue as the ocean. When Alexander’s gaze settled back on him, he sank back into his chair quietly. After a long moment of consideration Alexander finally spoke again.

“I think we need to take both viewpoints into consideration. I don’t believe either way is right or wrong, but I do believe both have the opportunity for advancement and for our own doom. What I do know is that we can’t keep living this way. We can’t keep threatening one another, at least not right now when we need to stand together. The world may be against us shortly. If we all unite, we stand a better chance of survival. However…,” The last word took a sharp turn. “I will not put my people in danger over someone’s flight of fancy. I’m not going to leave my people to die to pursue a dream that could very easily be the end of—”

His words were cut off with a sudden boom as the doors crashed open. Amara walked past the broken doors and splintered wood and into the room. She looked furious as she stood framed in the broken doorway.

“Sorry boys,” her voice rang through the room of vampires, “Meeting’s over.”

Alexander brought his hand to his forehead as he shook his head. Amara always did know how to spoil any sort of social event.

“This is an outrage.” Warrick shouted, looking infuriated by the sudden intrusion. He slammed his fists down on the table. “What sort of circus are you running here, Alexander? We come here to meet with you, and your pet explodes into the room like this? Is this some sort of joke?”

Alexander sighed deeply, trying to remain calm. It wasn’t always one of his most prominent features. Patience was not his best virtue.

“My apologies,” he tried to remain professional. He would rip Amara apart later. “Please, take this as an opportunity to recess, get something to eat, and come back refreshed,” he said to the others as he walked out of the room through another smaller door. He held it for the group of hunters as they walked in.

As soon as the door was shut, his anger filled the room. He turned quickly to Christopher who looked almost sheepish as he stood there, slightly buzzed, and unsure of what to do with the situation Amara caused.

“I invite you into my office at your request, and you barge in here like you’re going to kill someone?” he shouted at them. “I did this as a favor for you, Chris. D; don’t try my patience.”

“I tried to stop her. You’re the one who made her this way, so stop pointing fingers. You should have known she wouldn’t sit for more than two hours while your friends met up for the pep rally.”

“You have no idea just how important that meeting was. I told you I would ‘squeeze you ‘in,’ , not that you could burst into—”

Amara cut him off again. “As much as I would love to watch you two bicker like an old married couple, wouldn’t it help if we just talked and got out of your way?”

The vampire clenched his fists. “Sit down,” he snapped pointing to three chairs at the other side of his desk. He sat in his own chair. Anger still radiated off him like the heat of a blazing fire—not that Amara would take that into account.

“‘Please’ and ‘thank you’ go a long way,” Amara said as she sat down in the chair on the other side of the desk, across from the vampire.

“If you want me to be polite to you, then you’ll have to do the same,” Alexander almost growled the words at her. “Now what do you want?”

“There’s a vampire killing people and taking parts. Maybe a serial killer vampire. Seems sort of Kyren’s style, bleeding the victims dry and then taking a few parts home to fry up later. These aren’t vampires being killed, they’re humans.”

“Kyren has been known to go after humans from time to time. Have you looked into her any more deeply?”

“The victims weren’t always women,” Christopher updated him. “More often they’re men.”

Alexander’s anger diminished a bit;, he was thinking clearly again. He had to if he wanted the hunters out of his way more quickly. Kyren was a psychopathic vampire. Her trademark signature was to cut out the more lean or succulent parts of her prey’s body and take them home to cook and eat later. The only hole was that she only killed other women. After a moment, he shook his head.

“I’m really not sure then. There haven’t been any new arrivals in town other than the guests I’ve invited here for the conference. I doubt if any of them would be the sort to do something like this.”

“What? Master vampires are too polite to do something like this? They’re above it?” Amara asked skeptically.

“No, but it’s in my territory. It’d be seen as a challenge. I don’t think any of them would come into my land and do something like this. They would know that I would know what they’re doing and would retaliate.”

“Over humans?” Amara’s voice dripped with doubt. She crossed her arms over her chest as she said it.

“Alexander protects the humans in his area to…some extent.” Chris glared at the vampire a little as he said it. “Or so he says.”

“Chris, I’m sorry,” Alex looked suddenly defeated. “You know it’s not what I meant to happen. I never wanted any of it.”

“What about my parents?” Amara asked quickly. “Were you ‘protecting’ them too?”

“That is a completely different story,” Alex said quickly.

“Why? Both our parents were hunters,” Amara pointed out.

“None of this is about his parents though,” Alex corrected her. “Now, are we going to sit here and point fingers or are we going to try to figure out who is killing people on my land?”

Stephanie took that moment to silently lean forward and put the file on the desk. She sat back afterwards, suddenly not feeling looking so very well and wishing she had taken the advice of the EMTs.

The vampire opened the file and flipped through it quietly. For a few minutes, the room fell into an awkward silence. Stephanie watched Chris carefully. There was a sort of foreboding pain in his eyes as if he were reliving some dark part of his own past. She touched his hand gently, and he seemed to snapped out of the his daydream and gave her a light, reassuring smile. Alexander glanced up at the two through neutral eyes, his expression kept carefully blank. He looked back down into the file, and finished reading, then looked up again and sat back.

“Who have you looked into so far?” he asked.

“No one yet, but we were attacked on the way over here,” Amara explained and pulled out her phone. “Funny thing is, this was on our gunner’s arm.” She held her phone out to him to show him the pictures, and Alexander paused again.

“Kafele?” he asked. He recognized the writing and took the phone from Amara’s hand to get a better look. “He’s in town?”

“He is,” Amara confirmed. “Any idea why he’d send someone to kill us?”

Alex shook his head quietly , then looked up at the group as if something had hit him, a reason why. He shook his head again.

“No. I really don’t know. I’d say if he’s out to get you, that you should keep an eye out. As for the killings, this isn’t something he’d be likely to do. Have you looked into Kyren’s friends? Acquaintances? Maybe she keeps like company,” the vampire suggested.

“You think there’s some sort of Royal Order of the Cannibals?” Chris asked, his tone even again.

“Maybe.” Alexander couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “You really never know. Kyren was never the sort of vampire—or human—, to enjoy being alone.”

“Pretty quick to pass the buck, aren’t we, Alex?” Amara questioned him.

“If you want to chase after Kafele be my guest. If you kill him and bring me his head, I’ll even pay you for it. You’ll be chasing the wrong dog. Kafele wouldn’t do something like this. If raped, gutted women start turning up, then you know who to look for.”

“We’ll keep that in mind,” Amara said with a nod as she got up. “I’ll leave you get back to your meeting now.”

As Christopher got up, Alexander grabbed his wrist.

“A word?” Alex asked quietly, softly. It made Chris instantly uncomfortable.

“I really don’t have time for this. People are dying,” Chris said as he tried to pull away.

“It’ll just take a second,” Alexander pleaded quietly.

Chris sighed and looked to Stephanie and Amara. “I’ll be right there.”

* * * *

Amara glared at him but walked out of the room. Stephanie, on the other hand, watched him, worriedly looking worried as she followed Amara.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” she asked as she sat back down on the couch.

“He’s probably just reminiscing,” Amara rolled her eyes. “Taking a walk down memory lane.”

“Why can’t you just leave him alone?” Stephanie glared at her. “Everyone has some sort of skeleton in their closet.”

“Do you?” Amara asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Well,” Stephanie hesitated. “No, I guess not, but you do. Just leave him alone, okay?”

“What are you going to do if you find out he’s in league with the vampires? With the bad vampires?”

“We’ve already had this argument. I’m not having it again,” Stephanie barked. “Now just sit there and, for once in your life, keep your snide, accusing remarks to yourself because I don’t want to hear them.”

Amara’s eyes widened a little. She was shocked that Stephanie raised her voice, so shocked in fact that she just sat there quietly and waited. It worried Amara too. Stephanie defended Chris quite often. It might not turn out so well for her in the end.

It was only a few minutes later when Chris walked out of the office. He looked a bit calmer, but not entirely at ease. As he walked out Alexander followed. The vampire brushed against him lightly and Christopher tensed.

“I’ll see you soon,” Alexander whispered to him and stepped past him to the girls.

“I’m going to send one of my wolves with you. Her name is Spirit. She’s visiting from out of town. I’ll trust you to take good care of her.”

“Why would we want one of your mangy dogs following us around?” Amara lifted an eyebrow curiously.

“Because she’s got human intellect and the nose of a wolf. I’m ordering her to protect you all. I suggest you be a little more grateful.”

Amara rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. He had a point. If they were going to catch whoever or whatever was doing this, they needed the monsters on their side as well. Generally, she made a rule not to work with them, but there were always exceptions. Steven being one of them. Now she would have to make more exceptions. She didn’t like that list growing.

“I‘ll be sending her along a little bit later,” Alexander said, then repeated himself. “Again, take good care of her.”

* * * *

Stephanie nodded and pulled Amara out of the room before she could make any more remarks. Chris looked back to Alex as he walked out, following the two girls.

The night air was still warm when the group got outside. It would likely stay warm through the entire night. If it wasn’t cold by midnight, it probably wouldn’t get very much colder.

Stephanie watched Chris from behind. He looked happy to be out of the club and it made her even more curious about his past with the vampire. She wanted to ask what happened, but after some of the comments Amara already made, she doubted if he would be ready to open up. The worst part was, as much as Stephanie wanted to trust Chris, she was having problems now. What had happened between Chris and Alexander behind those closed doors?

Stephanie opened her mouth to talk ,but Amara was one step ahead of her.

“Have a nice chat with your boyfriend?” Amara asked, her voice even and neutral as if everything were just as she would have expected.

Chris spun quickly to face her. “Would you just shut up?”

“I’m wondering if he gave you any valuable information when he took you in back.”

Chris clenched his fists and kept walking, but Stephanie had as much as she could stand.

“You really don’t think this is going to affect the way we work together? If he did have information, why on Earth would he share it with you?” Stephanie finally said. “I’m totally sick of hearing it too. If you don’t want to be part of this mission, just go back to the HQ and explain it. I’m sure they’ll understand.”

“You know, people aren’t always as good as you think that they are.” The hunter rolled her eyes.

“The world isn’t as bad as you make it out to be.”

“Can you both just stop?” Chris finally chimed back in as well. “People are dying, and all the three of us can do is argue. Stop instigating, Amara, and maybe we’ll get this done faster and be rid of each other.”

“Okay, okay,” Amara said defensively. “If I keep my remarks to myself then you need to open up.”

“I’ll tell you anything about the mission that I find out, but you don’t need to know my life’s story.”

“Agreed,” Amara said and went quiet.

Chapter Eleven

The car ride home was unusually quiet and filled with unspoken tension. On the outside, it looked as if the group was finally getting along, but the stiffness in the air was thick like a shield of choking smoke. The silence followed them into the hotel room. Chris paused at the door.

“Aren’t you coming in?” Stephanie asked him gently.

He shook his head. “No, I’m going to head back to my own hotel room for the night.”

“We just got shot at,” she said, sounding anxious.

“I’ll be fine. I’ve been shot at more than once. It’s kind of part of being a hunter.” Chris laughed a little and it was seemed genuine.

“Can’t you just stay the night? I’ll worry.” Stephanie pouted.

Chris looked down quietly for a few moments. “I really can’t.”

“Please,” she pleaded quietly and looked up into his eyes.

Chris paused for a moment , then sighed and nodded.

“Okay. I’ll stay, but I can’t do this every night.” It was too late to argue, and she was looked too hurt for him to say no.

“Then we might as well order dinner,” Amara suggested. “Isn’t anyone else getting hungry?”

“Actually, I hadn’t noticed until you said something. What do you two want?” Stephanie asked.

“I say we just order from the diner,” Amara suggested as she pulled the phone book out of a drawer in the nightstand by her bed and paged through it.

“The one Steven’s friend owns? The Yellow Sun?” Stephanie teased Amara as she sat down on the bed.

“No, the one we usually go to. I don’t like the food at the other one,” she answered seriously.

“I’ll have a grilled cheese sandwich. Chris?”

“Uh…I guess I’ll have a burger too,” he said and sat down on one of the small chairs at the tiny dining table.

Amara called the order in. While on the phone, she found a large envelope sitting neatly on her bed. On the outside there was a single letter “J”. She smiled as she hung the phone up after the man said it’d be twenty minutes. Jeremy pulled through for her after all, and in record time, too. Nothing like a little jealousy to make a man ambitious. She opened the folder and was careful to keep herself neutral as she read over it. Luckily, Stephanie and Christopher kept themselves entertained. After a while, she set the folder in the drawer beside her bed and looked to Stephanie.

“Why don’t you lay down? I’m going taking Chris to get food.”

“And leave you two alone? No way. How dumb do you think I am?” She Stephanie arched an eyebrow questioningly.

Chris watched Amara as she talked to Stephanie. He knew she had something to say and maybe it could solve the arguments rising up between them.

“It’ll be fine, Steph. You take a break.”

* * * *

“Wake me up when you get back,” Stephanie said but shook her head as she walked toward the bathroom.

If Chris were so willing to go with Amara, she wouldn’t stop them. She didn’t think it was a good idea though. With the way those two nitpicked at one another, she was sure this was just Amara’s way of sealing the deal that Chris stay in his own room. While Stephanie worried he’d get hurt, there were other reasons she wanted him to stay . The more time she spent around him, the more she liked him. He was always so nice to her, and they liked a lot of the same things. If Amara did something to hurt her chances, Stephanie just might kill her.

“Hurry back,” Stephanie finally called to them as she shut the door to wash up and change.

* * * *

“Let’s go,” Amara said as she got up and grabbed her keys.

Christopher followed. He made sure he had his gun at his side and then made sure the door locked behind him. There was no reason to take unnecessary risks. He got into the car and Amara started to drive.

At first, he thought maybe he was mistaken. Amara was quiet for the first few minutes of the ride. Maybe she really just didn’t want to see him and Stephanie alone together. Maybe she really did think he would hurt her. Then she finally spoke up.

“I want you to stop flirting with her,” Amara said evenly.

“First off, I’m not flirting with her. Second, stop acting like I’m going to hurt her. I’m not going to.”

“You already are hurting her.” Amara glanced over to him for a moment, then looked back to where she was driving. “Every time you let her touch you, every time you smile at her or say nice things, you’re hurting her.”

“Oh? Is that what’s wrong?” Chris barked a laugh. “You have your whole life backward. So when you shout at her it really means you care?”

“Christopher, I’m not joking. Don’t you notice the way she looks at you? She’s falling for you, and we both know you’re not going to fall for her.”

The humor drained from his expression, and he looked out the window quietly. He took a deep breath and shook his head.

“You don’t know anything about me, Amara,” he murmured and looked back to her. He opened his mouth to explain, but she cut him off.

“Oh, but I do,” she argued. “I did a little digging, and guess what I found? Your file. Turns out not everything I thought about you was wrong.”

She glanced over at him again. Chris glared at her like he might kill her. There was a fury in his eyes that hadn’t been there before.

“I’m not threatening or blackmailing you. I’m telling you the way things are. I don’t want to see Stephanie get hurt. I know your big secret, and if you care for or respect her at all, you’ll sit her down and tell her the truth.”

“Why? So you can sit back and laugh?” Chris growled at her.

“No. I’ll leave. I’ll give the two of you some space and go out. If you don’t tell her, I really have to. I don’t know if she’ll believe me, but I won’t let you hurt her like this.”

Chris looked down. Unfortunately Amara had a good point. He was really, truly fond of Stephanie. She was fun to be around and sort of sweet, but the situation being what it was, Amara was right. He had to tell her.

“As soon as we get back, I’ll sit her down, okay?” Chris said quietly, looking back out the window.

“I’d appreciate it,” Amara said evenly. There was no real emotion to her words; they could have been pre-recorded.

“Will you back off then?”

Amara thought for a moment, then nodded. “I’ll back off.”

* * * *

Stephanie took the time that the other two were gone to get a short shower and get changed into a baggy t-shirt and soft fabric shorts. She needed to relax a little bit, or at least that was what the doctors told her. She was in the bathroom combing out her hair when the other two hunters walked in. Amara set the food down on the table and pulled out her burger.

“If she asks, I went to get some drinks,” Amara gave him the excuse, and Chris nodded quietly in response.

“Please,” Amara rolled her eyes, “Don’t act like you’re really into her. It’s not going to help.”

“You never stop to consider things, do you? Maybe I really do care for her. Just not in a way you could understand.”

“Right,” Amara walked out, slamming the door behind her.

Chris pulled his food out of the bag and sat down. He started to go through his suitcase and pulled out a photo. He sat down on the bed beside his bag and smiled at it. His friends, his best friends. He touched the photo gently. It was his only real connection he had left with them. Three of them were dead; the other one was even more insane than he was. That didn’t matter in that moment because when he looked at the picture, it was his doorway to the past. He could look into their faces and relive the good memories.

He smiled at the picture, his best friend, Keith, to the right on the end; then Chris in the middle; then Ariel, who was a fantastic healer as well as the person who saved him on a regular basis; Danni, the boy who was always after Ariel, and finally Jamie, Keith’s younger brother. He ran his fingers over the picture again while memories danced in his vision. For a few moments, he was absorbed completely in the photograph.

“Chris? Where’s Amara?” Stephanie asked as she walked over and sat down beside him. “What’s that?”

“Amara went out for drinks,” he said distantly. His voice had gone bland and hollow. He was being pulled back into reality. He looked up to at Stephanie. “She’ll be back in a few minutes.”

“Who is that?” Stephanie asked as she looked over his shoulder.

“These are my best friends,” Chris said quietly.

“He’s cute.” She smiled, pointing to Keith.

Christopher laughed a little. “Everyone always said that about him.”

“Where are they now?” Stephanie asked as she laid back.

“Dead mostly.” Chris’s smile faded at the edges, and he shook his head. “Dead.”

“Oh God, Chris. I’m sorry,” Stephanie sat back up, startled by the information.

“No, it’s okay. You didn’t know.” He shook his head.

She watched him looking at the photo for a long moment. He stared down at it as if someone in the picture were more than just a friend.

“Did you love her?” she asked, moving a little closer.

“Who? Ariel?” Chris laughed and shook his head. “Like a sister, but not like that.”

“Chris…what’s going on? Are you okay?” Stephanie watched him again.

“Amara wanted me to talk to you about some things. I guess she was right after all.”

“Amara is never right,” Stephanie huffed. “Don’t let her get to you. See? This is why I didn’t want you two taking off together to get the food.”

“No, she was right about this,” he said softly. He sounded so very disappointed in himself, and it made Stephanie tilt her head a little. He set the picture aside on the dresser beside them, but didn’t take his eyes off of it. “The picture means so much to me because I did love someone in it. Not just as family, but more than that. I never got a chance to say anything,” he sighed deeply, gathering his thoughts. “That’s a lie. I had plenty of chances, just never had the courage.”

Stephanie watched him curiously. She leaned her head on his shoulder, looking at the picture. She tried to guess which person in the photo Christopher talked about. Being that there was only one girl in the photo, she made an assumption. Chris hadn’t pointed her out yet, so she decided it might be best just to let him talk it out. Obviously, this was something they needed to talk about but were never given the chance.

“Which one was it?” She finally asked him, in a gentle, understanding tone. The last thing Stephanie needed was to sound accusing or condescending.

Chris swallowed hard and pointed to the boy with short brown hair and light eyes;— Keith‘s brother, Jamie. “I couldn’t say anything. He was my best mate’s brother. My best mate’s younger brother. We weren’t far apart as far as age went, only a year and a few months, but you can’t date your best mate’s sister let alone his brother.” He said it as if he’d put a lot of thought into things.

Stephanie went quiet for a few moments. She was still putting it all together. Processing things. She had to admit she had not expected for Chris to tell her he was into men.

“So you’re gay?” she finally asked. She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice. She hadn’t meant for it to be there, but she could not seem to keep it away either. She really liked Chris.

“Well…,” He thought for a moment, then smiled just a little. “There was this girl once who I really cared about, but I wasn’t really physically attracted to her.” He sighed and looked down. The smile faded away as fast as it had come. “So yes, I suppose that sums it up.”

Stephanie sighed deeply but didn’t pull away from him. She kept leaning on his shoulder , and didn’t flinch when he leaned his head against hers slightly.

“I’m sorry. About your friends,” she whispered.

“You don’t hate me?” Chris asked, seeming surprised.

“No,” she said, pulling away enough to look up at him while she spoke. “Why would I?”

“My father said I was a disgrace. He kicked me out of the family.”

She watched Chris’s eyes glaze over with the memory and knew that he was reliving things.

“He tried to drown me in our bathtub. Then when I got away, he forbid my sisters and mother from seeing me.”

“Why?” Stephanie looked stunned.

“It’s against God.” Christopher shrugged, still looking down into his hands. Tears welled up in his eyes, making them glassy and distant. “I just…can’t help it though. I’ve tried. I really have.”

“You sound more like you’re trying to convince yourself than like you’re trying to convince me.”

* * * *

Chris laughed a little. It was a dry, forced laugh. He looked up at Stephanie again. Things were worse for him than he was willing to tell her. The constant beatings, training until his bones were broken, the various near death experiences he had with his own family. Hunting vampires was easy. Telling his father he needed to stay home from school with the flu had been the hard part. Telling his father he was gay had been a mistake.

“I’ve had so few people be understanding,” he said with a light smile. “Not that I’ve told a lot of people. Like I said, I never even told Jamie.”

“Well, just count me in as a friend, and I’m happy with that,” Stephanie said as she grabbed her sandwich and took a bite.

Chris tucked an arm around her and hugged her. “Thanks Steph.”

“No problem,” Stephanie said gently, but he still looked so forlorn. “Open up a little bit. What else is on your mind?”

“Just bad memories.” He shook his head a little. “They hit every once and a while.”

“Open up,” Steph repeated as she handed him his burger.

“Well…,” Here paused, thinking of how to word things. “I guess I feel guilty. Jamie wasn’t even a hunter. He was just a hunter’s brother. They never had any interest in him until I was in The Clinic. Until they were brainwashing me. I wouldn’t give up. I wouldn’t let them break me. That’s when they brought the news.” Chris paused again, staring down at his burger with tears in his eyes. “They found him and killed him, and I just gave up. I had nothing to live for. I promised Keith I would look out for everyone, and they all ended up dead because of me. I let everyone down. It was all my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You were up against amazing odds,” Stephanie said as she leaned on him again. “Overwhelming odds. No one could have done it. You are alive. Maybe you should consider this living for them?”

“Thanks,” he said gently with a small nod, and a long moment of silence passed between them.

“Chris? Is anything else Amara said true?”

“What exactly?” Chris looked over to her again.

“About you and Alexander? Do the two of you have more history than just being a hunter who is after him?”

“I think that’s sort of obvious, but so does Amara,” Chris pointed out.

“Yeah.” Stephanie kept her voice light, but there was still a question in it. “But he didn’t pull Amara aside at the club. Chris, be honest with me. No matter what your answer is, I won’t turn my back on you.”

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” he said evenly but lay back into his the bed.

“Then it’s true?” She sounded disheartened as she said it. “You’re really in league with the vampires? The bad vampires?”

“No.” Chris closed his eyes and shook his head. “It’s not like that. When I was younger, before I told anyone about the way I am, he caught on. He knew. He used it against me and manipulated a few situations. At first I thought it was just to embarrass me or to make me look bad.” He shook his head at the thought. “After a while I realized it wasn’t that. I’m still not sure what it was exactly, but I don’t think he did anything to intentionally hurt me.”

Stephanie watched him laying there with his eyes closed. She had so many other questions. Now that Chris was opening up, his past was more and more interesting. He seemed so very bland before. Attractive and kind, but vanilla. With such a colorful past, she wanted to know more.

“Did you love him?”

Christopher laughed and opened his eyes to look at her again. “Are you mad? Of course not. He’s Alexander Sef. I was one of the top ranking hunters, and he was dangerous for me to be around. I was terrified.” When he noticed the strange look Stephanie gave him, he went on. “It’s hard to explain. It was a mix of emotions. Terror until I was caught up in the moment. Then I was just…,” he paused and sighed peacefully, “tranquil. It was brilliant. He could just take everything and make it slip out of my mind. I slept easier those nights.”

“I heard vampire bites can do that to you,” Stephanie said lightly. She was just repeating facts;, that’s all.

Chris nodded and closed his eyes tiredly for a moment as if he might fall asleep.

“Promise me something?”

“What’s that?”

“After this mission is over, you’ll keep on touch.”

“I can promise that.” She smiled at him and nodded.

Chapter Twelve

The hum of the engine in the car was a welcomed change from the constant droning on Amara felt sure was happening back at the hotel room. She knew Stephanie and Chris would have a lot to talk about, and that before they really got down to the more serious conversation, Chris would try to lighten things with small talk. She hoped that by the time she got back, the worst of it would be over and that the tears would have stopped. A short escape was more than welcome.

Maybe she would get back, and Stephanie would need the car for a drive. Maybe Chris would end up back in his own hotel room for a change. She smiled. One less person to have around meant she’d be just a little bit happier. Maybe without the distraction, Stephanie would act like a real hunter again and less like a pathetic high school girl crushing on one of her teachers.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Amara looked down at the gasoline gage just as the red warning light flashed on and off around the tiny depiction of a gas pump. It made sense that the car needed to be filled. They really put a lot of mileage on this new car already. She put on her turn signal and pulled into a lonely gas station on the side of the road.

A large white sign hung over the off-white building that stood at the back of the parking lot. The blue letters lit up “‘Roady’s One Stop.” ’. The lot out front had two gas pumps and was well lit. It was a small place, but large enough that even with everything that happened in the past few days, Amara was comfortable pulling over to fill the car with gas there.

When Amara pulled up, she realized that there was no attendant to help her. A large blue sign with white lettering explained the situation well enough: “Self Serve.”. She got out of the car and tossed the keys on the hood. The sharp, bitter smell of the fuel burned her nose as she started to fill the car.

A cool, summer night breeze drifted past her, carrying the smell of the forest around her. The dim lights of the station did little to help her see out beyond the trees as she dug through her purse for her credit card. She walked inside and grabbed a cup of coffee. At three in the morning, even the cashier dozed off.

When she walked back outside the moon was shining brightly. She glanced up and the sky was beautiful. Dark blue clouds covered most of the sky, but where the moon peeked out, it cast silver linings over the giant balls of cotton-like fluff. She inhaled the cool night air and grabbed the keys off the top of her car.

Suddenly something seemed off. Like a sixth sense telling her to get into the car quickly. She looked around and touched the butt of the gun hanging at her waist. Just knowing it was there made her feel better, even if whatever lurked in the dark couldn’t be hurt by it. She walked around the car slowly and tried to look as casual as she possibly could. Slowly, she pulled up on the handle to the car door when she heard a low growl erupt from the darkness.

Amara turned quickly; her hand on her gun was ready to draw and fire if she needed to. If she were just being paranoid in the dark and ended up pulling a gun on a stray dog or someone out late walking their his pet, it could just cause her more trouble than she was prepared to handle this late at night and after such a long day.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw something small fly past her. The lights above her head shattered, flickered, and went out. Amara took this as her cue to get into her car quickly. As soon as she was in, she locked the doors. Exhausted and without backup, she didn’t want to take unnecessary risks. There’s never any harm in being cautious.

Back in the store, the cashier had disappeared, and Amara cursed under her breath. Could she really just drive off and leave the civilian cashier to face whatever this thing was? Could she really wake up the following morning, read about the death in the paper, and not be overwhelmed with guilt? That was the exterior guise she would have loved to realize, but when things got right down to it, she couldn’t let it happen.

With her gun safely secured at her waist, she got out of the vehicle. She checked the gun to make sure it was within easy reach and headed back for the store. Inside, the cashier was just cleaning up a few of the shelves.

He lifted his sienna eyes to Amara and put on a smile as he straightened himself back up. He ran his hand through his dark hair, making sure nothing was out of place.

“Can I help you?” he asked hopefully, as he watched Amara walk in the second time.

“Actually, no,” she said as she glanced back to the parking lot. A large, ominous figure appeared by her car. Something hunched and animal-like. Its gleaming bright green eyes stared Amara down from the car. It lifted its head, sniffing the air and suddenly Amara knew what it was—a werewolf.

“Come on,” Amara’s voice was a harsh, quickened whisper as she grabbed the boy’s arm and pulled him toward the “Employees Only” room labeled by a white sheet of paper and black permanent marker.

“What are you doing? You can’t be back here,” he shouted quickly as Amara slammed the door and locked it.

“There’s something out there,” Amara said quickly. “Something you don’t want to get involved with. Just stay here and stay quiet, okay?”

The boy gave her a strange look. It was the look she got more than once while trying to warn some Joe Schmoe on the street that monsters were coming to eat him alive.

“Listen,” he said, his voice and tone filled with confidence. “I’ll go out and take a look. I’m sure it’s not too bad. You wait here, babe.”

Amara grabbed him before he could touch the door handle and pushed him back into the wall behind her. This kid had no idea what was going on. She wasn’t sure if that was for better or worse at this point. If he knew there was a man-eating werewolf standing in the store, he might not be so quick to put himself in harm’s way.

“Listen, I’m with the police,” Amara said quickly and did a quick flash of her Administration badge. The kid wouldn’t know any difference. “A special unit. There’s been a few murders lately, and the animal doing it is standing outside.” She watched his eyes widen a bit and turned for the door.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” he murmured, “I’m not even supposed to be working tonight. I’m covering for someone.”

“Just be quiet,” Amara snapped in a whisper. “Stay here. No matter what you hear, don’t come out.”

The cashier nodded, and Amara finally opened the door slowly, carefully. The lights in the store were out except for one dangling, flickering light . The store was in ruins. Food was spilled over the floor, and the shelves were tipped. Off to the left, the small bottles of car oil were spilled splashed over on the floor. There was a hot dog and coffee station just beyond the spill, and Amara could hear the soft crunching and slurping sounds of something eating. She was sure the wolf was there, hopefully devouring hot dogs and not an unsuspecting customer or police officer.

She pulled her gun and slowly crept toward the sound. Amara quietly made the decision that as soon as the beast was in range, she would gun it down. A few quick shots to the head, and the entire mission would be over. She didn’t let the thought that it might be quicker than her and that her few shots to the head could end with her head being ripped off enter her mind. There wasn’t time for doubt or second thoughts. The monster was there in the store, and this had to end now.

Amara made her way to the other side of the store carefully, and as soon as she rounded one of the fallen displays she saw it, hunched over eating what was left of the hot dogs and pretzels. She took aim and one more step to be sure she had a clear shot when she stepped into the oil and slipped a little.

The squeak of her shoes against the floor made the great beast raise its giant head. The wolf was the size of a pony. It raised its lip to her, baring long, sharp teeth that didn’t quite fit its mouth correctly. The fur along its spine rose and stood on end as it crept toward her.

Its body twisted and shifted for a moment. Amara thought it might be switching back to human form, but instead it grew the long limbs and sharp claws of a horror movie style werewolf. It was in attack mode, and Amara knew it.

‘Back down,’ its low, growling voice echoed in Amara’s mind. Shapeshifters rarely spoke in human tongue. Their snouts weren’t made for the language, but they had adapted, over time, the ability to communicate psychically rather than attempt to mouth the human words.

Amara shook her head. There was no way she would just put her gun up and let the monster eat her or anyone else. She couldn’t just let this thing go without a fight, especially if it was their killer.

“No way in hell. Take human form, and then I’ll consider putting my gun up.”

The wolf lunged at her. Amara side-stepped out of the way quickly and fired a shot. The monster moved so quickly that it slid on the floor a bit as it turned to tackle her again. She threw one of the fallen shelves between them as a barrier. The wolf crashed into the rack but recovered quickly and ran for her again.

Amara fired another shot at the werewolf but missed, and the wolf disappeared into the darkened store. Every now and then a flash would give her some hint of where it had disappeared to.

The door to the room labeled “Employees Only” opened slowly, and Amara pointed her gun that way. She sighed as the boy poked his head out.

“Get back inside,” Amara hissed quietly at him.

“What is it?” he asked. His curiosity got the best of him. As he looked around the store, his eyes widened. “I am so fired.”

Amara caught sight of the wolf again just a moment too late. It grabbed the boy by his head and ripped him from the secured room. The boy screamed in terror as he was thrown onto the floor, the werewolf hovering just over him, its teeth only inches from his face.

‘Drop the gun,’ it snapped at Amara threateningly, the words echoed in her mind, but the growl rising from the wolf’s throat reached her ears.

“Here.” Amara raised her gun in the air, pointed toward the ceiling.

‘Drop it,’ it screamed in her head. Amara slowly lowered the gun to the floor and set it down.

“Now let the boy go,” Amara’s voice dropped to a near whisper. If the wolf decided to take off the boy’s head now, there was nothing she could do about it. If she hadn’t put the gun down, the wolf would have done it anyway.

The werewolf sniffed the boy for a few more moments. He stared up into its green eyes in terror, his own eyes infinitely wide. He choked when the wolf panted in his face, the smell of its breath gagging him finally. Its claws were huge and threatening as it kept its firm, painful hold on the boy’s throat and shoulder. The wolf had him pinned, and there was absolutely no way for him to escape now. It looked up to Amara again, then to the gun resting on the darkened floor.

‘Kick the gun over here. I’m not getting shot after I let him up.’

Amara hesitated for a moment, but did as the creature demanded. Sometimes it was good to just give in to demands, other times, not so much. She prayed this was one of those times that it was a good idea to just go with the flow of things, and that at the end of the river, there wouldn’t be a tremendous waterfall. She knew that if there was, it would be a waterfall of that boy’s blood.

The gun slid across the messy tile floor sending a soft scratching noise through the air and skidding to a stop just a few inches from the wolf and its captive. The wolf reached out with one enormous paw-like hand and plucked the firearm off the floor gingerly between its massive claws. It pushed the boy aside, and he scrambled for the utility closet again. His sneakers squeaked against the linoleum as he rushed for what must have seemed like a beautiful safe-haven, but he didn’t shut the door entirely. He kept it cracked, to watch the battle unfold.

The wolf stood up on its hind legs, now larger than Amara in every way. It towered over her, looking down with intense green eyes. Finally it dropped the gun and sat awkwardly on the floor, its legs too long to sit like a dog but still not right for sitting like a human either.

‘Alexander said you wouldn’t be happy to see me. I didn’t imagine you trying to kill me though.’ To Amara’s surprise, the wolf didn’t sound threatening anymore. Just irritated.

Amara paused for a long moment in shock. This wasn’t the killer werewolf? This wasn’t the one they were tracking? She completely forgot Alexander agreed to send them help. Moreover, she hadn’t expected said help to show up in the form of a giant wolf. She expected the werewolf to make its debut appearance in human form. That could have kept them out of this whole mess.

“You know, human form would have been just a little less alarming.” Amara glared at her.

‘He forbid me from changing to human form. He does not want you to know who I am. He doesn’t want you to be able to pick me out on the street.’ The wolf slid the gun back to Amara with her nose, fairly sure she wouldn’t to shoot her now.

“Go figure,” Amara murmured as she bent down to pick up her gun. She bent with her legs, cautious enough to keep her eyes on the wolf yet. “If you’re here to help why did you attack me—and the boy?”

‘Well, I tried to catch you out back, but some kids were throwing rocks. I got scared.’ Her ears pressed back, and she looked down almost shyly. She lifted just her eyes to Amara, and it reminded the hunter of a puppy. ‘When you came in here you already had your gun out. Alex said to be careful that I don’t get killed. I didn’t think he meant by you. So I used the boy to stall you into giving up your gun until we could talk.’

“Let me get this straight,” Amara interrupted her quickly. “You were afraid of the kids throwing rocks?”

The wolf nodded a little and looked down at her paws again.

“Why?”

‘Rocks hurt,’ she whined.

“Oh God, help us.” Amara sighed deeply, putting her hand to her forehead. “He sent us help in the form of a puppy.”

‘I’m not a puppy,‘ she growled. ‘I’ve just had bad experiences with teenagers and rocks.’

“What’s your name? Did he say I could have that?” Amara tried to change the subject before more disappointing details about this werewolf came out.

‘Spirit.’ The wolf’s tail wagged a little as she gave the information. ‘My name is Spirit.’

“Well, Spirit, make yourself a little smaller so you’ll fit in my car. I’ve got to call for backup about the store’s condition.”

Amara pulled out her cell phone and dialed the Headquarters for their professional cover-up team when she realized the boy was still watching.

“Are you freaking serious?” the boy asked loudly. He sounded lost and confused. His tone raised just a few notes, “Is that thing real?”

Amara glanced over to him and nodded in response. Someone on the other end of the phone finally picked up after a few rings.

“Is it dangerous?” the boy asked, despite having just been pinned to the ground. He was slowly making his way out the door.

“I’m calling for backup for a reason. Don’t touch her unless you want to lose a limb.”

‘I wouldn’t really hurt him.’ Spirit whimpered a little at Amara. She took that as an insult.

“You don’t want to be dangerous, you don’t want to be a puppy, what do you want?” she asked Spirit, who began shifting into a smaller version of herself.

Unlike Hollywood werewolves, the real thing wasn’t completely controlled by the moon. Amara knew Spirit would be able to take on nearly any form of wolf. Of course, her most powerful, the one she was currently in, would be hard to achieve without the added power of the full moon. She didn’t need that sort of strength to go from human to wolf and back or to change in size, but she would need it to shift into the fierce, bi-pedal wolf she was at the moment.

Spirit’s muscles and bones cracked and snapped back into place as her body sculpted back into the form of a wolf, a large wolf, but a wolf all the same. She wasn’t quite as big as she had been, at least now she would fit into the back of Amara’s car.

Amara glanced out one of the large glass windows to the street. She could see the police cruisers’ lights flashing red and blue as they got closer, lighting up the trees and the parking lot. She took that as her cue to jog to the doors and open them for Spirit.

“Go get in the back of my car,” Amara said to the werewolf quickly. “I don’t want them questioning and printing you just yet. I need your help first.”

‘First?’ Spirit growled a little as she rushed off to Amara’s car and hunkered down in the back seat. Amara was sure that she didn’t like the sound of “first.” . She knew that Spirit hadn’t ever been printed before, and that Alexander would have warned her not to be. If anything ever happened that came to violence to protect herself, Alexander wouldn’t want Spirit’s jaw impressions or fingerprints on file. Amara ignored the question and it seemed too late to get an answer now.

A group of armed hunters rushed the area, securing it in a mass of yellow police tape and barricades. Jeremy got out of one of the few black cars that pulled up to the scene and sighed as he walked up to Amara in the store.

“I should’ve known it was you,” Jeremy grumbled as he looked around. “What the hell happened in here?”

“A mess. I was tracking down the werewolf,“ she glanced back to the closed door where the cashier was hiding. “There’s a very confused, very scared boy hiding in the Employee’s lounge. He’s going to need some talking to and some convincing that none of this ever really happened.”

Jeremy nodded and looked around. He grabbed two of the hunters, pointed out the door, and they knew what to do. The boy would go through some through counseling and be sent back home in the morning.

“From the looks of things, I’d say you didn’t have any luck with the werewolf,” Jeremy said as he turned back to Amara.

“No. I’m not even sure it was the right one.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Nothing to cut anyone up with. It seemed more scared than hostile,” she said calmly.

“That’s a lot to take in during a fight this intense,” Jeremy commented suspiciously.

“Come on, Jeremy. You know me better than to mess around. It was scrambling around the store in a panic. Hell, it could’ve been its first change. Who knows?”

“That’s your story and you’re sticking to it?” Jeremy asked as he pulled a pen and paper to write down what she was saying.

“Yup. That’s what happened.”

“What color was the wolf? Any idea who it was? If it was their the first shift, they he or she may need help or guidance from an elder wolf.” Jeremy looked back up to Amara again.

“I have no idea who it was, but it was a large wolf, basic colors,” she said and looked around a little. The place was in a worse of a mess than she thought, but with the team working to clean up and fix things she doubted anyone would ever notice.

“I’ve gotta get back to the hotel room,” she said to Jeremy and made eye contact again. The key to a believable lie is eye contact. She trained herself to keep eye contact at all times so the lies would be easier. “Chris and Stephanie are waiting for me with dinner. It’s probably already cold. This is what I get for coming out this late for a soda.”

Jeremy nodded and finished scribbling down a few details. He tucked his note pad and pen into a pouch at his side and heaved a deep sigh as he looked around. Even for him, it was far too late to be out at a crime scene.

“Grab your soda. I’ll make sure the cash is in the register for you,” he said as he got to work.

“Thanks, I owe you more than one, Jeremy,” she smiled to him as she got her keys out of her pocket.

She grabbed herself a soda and walked back to her car, far away from the officials, hunters, and cleanup crew. She shut and locked the door and started up the engine.

“You still need to stay down,” she warned Spirit. “If someone sees you, and I’m caught in a lie, we’re both in big trouble.”

‘I’m staying as low as I can,’ Spirit said to Amara, trying to make herself just a little bit smaller.

Amara drove back down the long road to the hotel. Past the trees and away from the flashing lights back out to the lonely highway where the only light came from her headlights and the full moon above them. She cracked the window for Spirit to stick her head outside.

A few minutes into the drive, Amara wondered how she would get this beast into their hotel room. Carefully, she assumed. Moreover, how would she get it in there with Chris and Stephanie without either of them scrambling for their guns and shooting her? She had a good half an hour to figure it out before they got back to the hotel room.

“Now when we get back, I’m going to go in first,” Amara said to Spirit, glancing at her through one of the rear view mirrors.

Spirit tucked her head back inside the car and lay down comfortably in the back seat. She looked like a large dog on a day out with its master. Perfectly normal and perfectly natural.

‘Why? Don’t you think someone is going to notice something as big as me? I can’t make myself any smaller, you know.’

“I know,” Amara sighed. “I’m hoping that the few moments I’ll need to get my partners, Christopher and Stephanie, ready won’t be enough time for anyone to freak out.”

‘Is it worth risking someone else freaking out for them to not freak out?’ Spirit asked and shook off a little, the way a dog does when it first wakes up or when it’s getting out of water.

“Well, if a neighbor freaks out, they call security, and we call them mad. If Chris or Stephanie freak out, they’ll shoot you. Then I’m down one tracker, Alexander is pissed, and you’re dead.”

‘I don’t think they can really be that dangerous,’ Spirit gave Amara a look that Amara assumed was skepticism.

“Oh, then you’re in for a surprise. Didn’t Alexander tell you who you were coming with and why?”

‘He just said that I’m coming to help some Administration hunters, to be careful, and to make sure I found the ‘dumb beast’ responsible for the murders,’ she yawned and stretched as if there was nothing too serious about the situation.

“Well, Chris is the top hunter of Crimson. He’s a little quick on the trigger, so just watch yourself. Stephanie might get a little scared, but in honesty, she won’t shoot you if you don’t threaten her. So don’t try with them what you tried with me back there, because I don’t think either of them would deal with the situation quite as well as I did.”

‘I’ll remember that,’ she said and curled up, closing her eyes for the rest of the drive to the hotel.

Amara cracked her window, letting in some of the cool air and unscrewed the top of her soda. It was getting too late for the long drive home. On the bright side, she was sure that by now the fighting, arguing, and tears had to be over. With any luck, she could go back and find Chris gone and Stephanie asleep. Then she could just make Spirit comfortable and fall asleep herself.

Maybe that was asking a lot, but with everything going on, she would have loved a full night of sleep.

Chapter Thirteen

It was about a half an hour later when Amara finally walked back inside the hotel room. Stephanie and Chris were lying on the bed asleep on top of the blankets. Amara shook her head and walked over to the two, shaking Chris violently.

“What?” Christopher jumped up, going for his gun out of instinct.

“Relax, Butch Cassidy,” Amara said as she sat down on the edge of the bed. “It’s me.”

“What’re you doing?” Chris yawned and put his gun down as he put his gun down.

“Did you even talk to her?” Amara asked sharply as she pointed to Stephanie.

“I did. She knows. Relax.”

“Then what’s all this about?” Amara asked accusingly.

“You said you’d back off if I told her,” he snapped at her quietly, careful not to wake up Stephanie. “I did. I told her more than you asked me to. We were talking and fell asleep on the bed. Leave it alone.”

“No, Chris,” Amara shook her head. “I’m not going to sit by and watch you mess with her. She deserves more than that.”

“Who deserves what?” she Stephanie asked Amara as she tried to blink away the sleep. That was when Stephanie woke up. She yawned and stretched on the bed.

“Chris isn’t into you,” Amara said abruptly as if it explained everything.

“I know,” Stephanie said. “Stop playing mom.”

Amara stared at the two for a long moment. “Okay,” she said and shook her head. She still didn’t trust it. She didn’t trust him. Maybe she should have stayed behind and kept an eye on the conversation, or an ear rather. Too late now, though.

“Our newest party member showed up,” she said as she glanced to the door. “I didn’t want to just let her in without letting you know.”

“Really?” Stephanie smiled as she looked to the door. “Well, let her in. I don’t want to see her standing outside all night.”

Amara opened the door and a large wolf came bounding into the room. Stephanie jumped, pulling her legs up onto the bed. When Alexander said he was sending a werewolf, she thought it would have come in human form.

The wolf sniffed around the room; its tail wagged excitedly. She looked up at Stephanie through vivid green eyes the color of clovers. She was a rusty red color save for the underside of her body, as if she had been dipped in white paint or gone swimming in a lake and turned cream on her mouth, chest, legs, and belly. A dark brown color tipped her ears, tail, and a spot that ran down her lower back. She panted up at Stephanie, and oddly enough her breath smelled of mints now. Amara had fed her them in the car after winding up the window. Somehow the minty fresh breath seemed more out of place than anything else—even the wolf’s abnormally large size. She could have passed as a small pony.

‘My name is Spirit,’ the words went unspoken, but somehow the entire group heard them in their minds.

“Stephanie,” the girl introduced herself despite her voice being uneasy. She tried seemed to relax a bit and took a deep breath. “Pleased to meet you, but wouldn’t it be easier to talk if you were in human form?”

“Alexander forbid me from taking human form. He said he does not want me to be recognized.” The wolf took a moment to scratch behind her ear, tilting her head to the far left to reach the itch more easily.

“He doesn’t want other vampires to know he sent you?” Stephanie asked curiously.

“No.” Chris shook his head. “He doesn’t want us to recognize her. He doesn’t want us to hunt her down later and user her as leverage or a way to hurt him.”

The wolf stopped scratching and looked at Christopher for a long moment, as if she were sizing him up. She didn’t like the implication. She stood up, if she needed to, she could probably take him. With her size she probably could have knocked him flat onto the ground and ripped his entire head off with ease. Of course, that was without taking his gun into account. If he were quicker on the draw than she was on the bite, he could have the upper hand. The two stared each other down for a few seconds before Stephanie finally caught interrupted the tension.

“Uh…we’re not going to hunt her down later, right?” Stephanie asked, growing seeming a bit uncomfortable with the situation. She hoped they weren’t going to hunt her down. Even if she was working with Alexander, she wasn’t getting a dangerous vibe off the wolf. As far as werewolves went she was weak. Maybe the runt of the litter.

“No,” Amara said reassuringly. “No one is going to hunt her down. She’s on our team and, as much as I hate to admit it, we probably wouldn’t get very much farther without her nose.”

Spirit waited for Christopher to back down before she sat again, but kept her gaze locked on him.

‘So how did you all want to go about this? I’m new to these sorts of things.’

“New to what sorts of things?” Christopher asked, leaning back on his elbows to try to releasing some of the tension from his body language.

‘Police things. Investigations,’ the wolf answered, laying down on the floor.

“You’ve never helped with anything like this before?” Amara sighed. “He sent us a completely untrained wolf. Of course.” Amara put her head in her hands. Now it was becoming apparent that this was just one more person for her to look after.

Spirit’s ears flattened, and she turned to Amara quickly. Her fur stood on end, but her lip never curled back.

‘I am not untrained. I’ve just never helped with something like this. I’m still just as good at smelling things.’

“What exactly have you helped with then?” Amara looked up at her through her hands.

‘Do you really want to know?’ Spirit thought back to her.

Amara sighed. “No. Probably not.”

‘Then what are we doing? What’s the plan?’

“We could always head back to the last murder scene,” Stephanie suggested. “If her sense of smell is better than a bloodhound, maybe she could pick up a scent or something.”

‘I could try,’ Spirit said proudly, her tail wagging and her ears pulling forward.

“It’s a long drive to make tonight,” Amara said. “A few more hours won’t make that much of a difference.”

‘It will,’ Spirit corrected her. ‘Every second the trail gets colder it’s harder to find anyone connected with it.’

“Well, we’ll have to take the risk,” Amara sighed. “I’m not driving two hours at this time of night after the day we’ve all had. Stephanie especially needs some rest.”

‘Suit yourself, but if the trail is cold tomorrow, don’t anyone blame me,’ the giant wolf snorted and shook as if she were shaking dirt from her fur.

“We’ll go first thing in the morning,” Amara said as she curled up in her blankets.

First thing in the morning would at least give them all a little bit of time to sleep. She knew the trail might be lost to them, but it had been days already. A few more hours couldn’t make that much of a difference could it? Besides, if they were driving and got into another accident along the way, it wouldn’t do them any good. Getting to the scene alive and late was much better than not getting there at all. While The Administration replaced their Prius with a temporary new vehicle, she doubted if they would like to replace two cars in one night over reckless driving. That might make a sore spot.

Amara glanced over at Stephanie and Chris. They still lay on the same bed together, asleep. When she really thought about things, Stephanie had come a long way from when she first started. Her first few months were filled with very serious mistakes. She almost gotten them killed quite a few times. Maybe that’s why they put her under Amara’s watch—; because Amara was more difficult to kill than the average hunter. Maybe it had nothing to do with her skill and everything to do with her connection to Alexander.

Lately, it seemed like Stephanie was the one really in charge. She was the more mature of the two and Amara finally realized it. Maybe she didn’t have to play mom for her. Maybe Stephanie really was a big girl. Maybe she really could take care of herself.

She looked around the room and things cleared up a little bit. She didn’t have to look after these people. Stephanie was an adult, maybe not the best hunter, but she didn’t need to be kept within arm’s length. She just needed someone to watch her back. Christopher was a hunter on his own, not that she was sure she would really protect him if it came down to it anyway, and Spirit was one gigantic wolf. She was fairly sure Spirit could hold her own.

Amara finally took a deep breath and settled in. Maybe she’d sleep better that night or maybe she’d wake up and realize her exhausted state made her think everyone else was so independent.

Chapter Fourteen

The summer sun was just peeking through the window when there was a knock at the door. Spirit was the first up at the knock. Her rusty fur instantly stood on end as she pulled her lip back and growled at the door. The impression Amara gave had given her was that no one knew they were here. No one knew where they were staying. Who would be at the door at six in the morning?

The second knock was louder, more confident, and woke the rest of the room with a start. The hunters grabbed their guns. Amara rolled out of bed and walked to the door slowly, keeping her gun steadily pointed for the door. She stood a little off to the side. If someone were able to fire through the door, she didn’t want to be in the way.

“Can I help you?” she called to whoever was on the other side of the door.

“It’s Marc,” a male voice ran from the other side of the door. “I have a message from Alexander.”

Amara glanced back to Spirit. Marc? She mouthed the question. She didn’t know anyone named Marc, and why would Alexander send someone else with a message this early? He was old enough and strong enough to deliver the message himself.

Evidently, Spirit didn’t know anyone by that name either. She shook her head, and the other two hunters moved into position. Christopher moved off to the far side of the wall, his gun pointed at the door. Stephanie stood at the wall that protruded a bit from the basic square shape of the room to separate the ‘powder room’ from the sleeping area.

Amara opened the door, still standing off to the side. As soon as the door was open, Chris saw the gun in the man’s hands. He fired quickly into the man’s shoulder, and he fell backward. Marc lifted his gun and fired for Christopher’s chest, but Chris moved quickly. He fired again, this time aiming for Marc’s leg. He needed to be sure he couldn’t run off. When the shot missed, the man fired for at Chris’s gunning arm. Chris cried out as the bullet ripped his arm open, but fired another shot. The bullet dug into the assassin’s leg, and he let out a short yelp of pain.

Amara flung the door open, and Marc fired at her, forcing her to use the door as a shield. That was when Stephanie used his moment of distraction with Amara to take her shot. She fired at the gun in his hand. Marc screamed as his fingertips were blown off. With the gun on the floor Spirit lumbered over to him. Her lips were curled back in a snarl, her canine teeth were far too long to be a normal wolf’s mouth.

“Don’t kill him,” Stephanie shouted to her. “We need him alive.”

Spirit paused, just a foot short of the man, ready to pounce if he went for another weapon.

“Wanna put your other hand up?” Stephanie shouted to him as she walked over to check on Chris. “Wouldn’t want the wolf to rip it off.”

The man was shaking in pain as he put his left hand up in the air. Amara walked over and dragged him into the room. She threw him in the corner and knelt down in front of him. They would have to make this quick. Who knew how long it would take the hotel staff to get complaints about the gunshots? There wasn’t enough time to get The Administration involved before the police would get here. They would cover this up later.

“Who are you working for?” she demanded as she put her gun to the man’s shoulder.

“Shoot me,” he snapped. “You think worse wouldn’t be waiting if I told you?”

Blood splattered over Amara and soaked the man’s shirt. She put the gun to his left kneecap. “Who are you working for?” she repeated the question, her voice oddly neutral.

“Just kill me. I’m not telling you anything.” The man shook his head.

Amara looked up back at Stephanie and Chris. She was busy wrapping Chris’s arm. Luckily, the bullet hadn’t settled in his arm. It was more of a graze than anything, but the blood still poured from the wound, and it still needed to be tended to or he might pass out.

“I don’t think pain is going to work with him. We don’t have the time,” she called to them.

‘So let me eat him,’ Spirit said, sure that everyone, including the hit man, could hear her.

Christopher glared at the gunner and pulled away from Stephanie. He walked over to him and kneeled down in front of him. He put his gun between the man’s legs. “Live without ‘em or die with them.”

His eyes widened. “You wouldn’t,” but as soon as the words were out of his mouth, he looked like he regretted saying them.

When Christopher saw the fear in his eyes, he smirked. “Oh, I love a challenge.” He pushed the barrel of the gun a little harder against him, and the man nearly choked on his words.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll talk,” he shouted.

Amara laughed and shook her head. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

“You don’t know the importance,” Christopher said to Amara, then looked back to the man bleeding on the floor. “Who are you working for, Marc? Who hired you?”

“He’s going to kill me if I tell you. He’ll rip me apart,” he said quickly as if it might change their minds.

“You just shot at us, Marc. You tried to kill us. I don’t think you really know who you came to kill if you’re going to waste time begging and pleading.”

“I do know.” He shook his head. “Christopher Hoyt, you’re a fucking madman. You’re probably the worst in the damned group here. Who shoots their only remaining best friend and guts him, then—”

Christopher fired, and the man shrieked. He beat the assassin across the jaw with the butt of his gun, and a crunch rang out through the air. Chris dropped the gun and punched him in the face. Stephanie grabbed him and pulled him off of the man quickly.

The man scrambled for Christopher’s dropped gun and Spirit lunged. She grabbed Marcus by the back of his neck and shook him hard. It was like watching her shake a rag doll or some limp chew toy.

“What the hell was that?” Amara shouted at Christopher, but he didn’t answer. He stood there, blankly staring at the body. Tears glistened in his eyes, but there was no emotion there. It was like he dazed out.

“We have to get out of here,” Stephanie said quickly to Amara. “Someone’s going to be here any minute.”

“Grab his wallet,” Amara said quickly as she pulled Chris away. He followed her as if he were in some sort of trance.

Stephanie grabbed the man’s wallet carefully, as if she were uncomfortable touching the body. She grabbed their own two bags of luggage and ran after Amara and Chris. Spirit followed closely behind.

They squeezed into the car and tossed the bags in the back. Somehow, they managed to fit Spirit into the back of the car with the baggage. It took Amara a moment to realize she actually changed size and was now the size of a German Sheppard. Amara got in and drove.

‘Where are we going?’ Spirit asked from the floor in the back of the car.

“We’re sticking to the plan,” Amara said evenly. “Stephanie, call the HQ and tell them we need a cover.”

Stephanie nodded as she pulled her phone out and dialed quickly. Amara tried to focus on the road, but Christopher’s reaction to what the gunman said made her nervous. What had he done? To his best friend? Maybe some of the rumors were true. She hoped not. She’d rather not be working with a complete and total psychopath.

Her thoughts were broken by the ringing of her own phone. The shrill beeping rang out over and over until she finally answered the phone.

“Hello?” she answered as she fumbled with it a bit.

It was suddenly very hard to focus on driving and talking at the same time.

“Amara, we have another body,” Jeremy’s voice came over the line. Jeremy had been the hunter to find the first body known to The Administration.

“What? Where?” Amara pulled over to the side of the road as quickly as she could.

Jeremy gave her the location of the newest body. It wasn’t far from where they were, perhaps a half an hour at most and just up the road. Jeremy gave Amara the details. I It was nearly identical to all the others.

“We can be there in a half an hour. I’ve got a new team member, so warn the police to just let us through.”

“A new team member? I hope it’s someone who is authorized.”

“No, not at all. She’s a werewolf lent to us, but she’s going to help. Just trust me on this one.”

“Okay. I’ll warn them,” Jeremy said. “No one is going to like it.”

“They’ll deal with it,” she said and hung up.

“Amara,” Stephanie asked. “New body?.”

“Yeah, I have the address. We’re on our way now,” she said as she pulled back onto the road. “Try to help Chris get himself together.”

* * * *

Stephanie nodded and grabbed Chris’s face in her hands, forcing him to look at her.

“Chris, come back to me. Stay with us. You don’t want them to win again, do you?”

Chris shook his head, his eyes still a bit hollow, but he responded.

“No, I don’t.” He pulled away and shook his head a little. Tears formed in his eyes again.

“Are you going to be okay?” Stephanie asked him gently, leaning over the back seat so she could get closer to him. Evidently uncomfortably close for Chris.

“I’ll be fine. Just…bad memories.”,“ The hunter pulled away from her and nodded.

“Sounds like it,” Amara said softly. “You’re sure you don’t want us to drop you off somewhere?”

“No. Really.” Christopher shook his head. “I’ll be okay. I just need some air and some time.”

Stephanie nodded and looked back out the window. Time went by in silence, giving her a rather long period to sit and wonder what exactly happened with Christopher. He seemed so very collected and calm. He seemed like he knew exactly what he was doing, and then suddenly, it was all gone. She shook her head and tried not to think about it.

When she saw the blue and red lights flashing in the distance, she knew they were close. It was like an alarm or a signal for them. Not so much keeping people away by letting them know it was a crime scene as it was a beacon for other people who were forced to get involved.

‘I smell blood.’ Spirit got up and climbed over Stephanie to stick her head out the window.

“How bad do you think it’s going to be?” Stephanie asked her.

‘Pretty bad.’

Chapter Fifteen

Again, Jeremy failed to give the others a real concept of what they were walking into. “It’s the same as the others found,” didn’t really being to describe it. Blood was splattered everywhere. It covered the area mixed with thick globs of meat. The smell of the blood and insides hung on the hot summer air. Stephanie gagged on the stench as she got closer to the scene.

“Why do they always find these things in the dark?” she asked as the group crossed the tape barrier and walked past the police. This time they weren’t even stopped. The two officers standing at the blockade had seen Amara and Stephanie there more than once. They avoided speaking to her or even knowing her name. The less they knew the better, and Amara couldn’t blame them. Sometimes she wished she could be as blissfully ignorant as they got to be.

“I’d guess because the people are being murdered at night,” Chris said lightly, half poking fun at her.

“I’m going to wait here,” Stephanie announced from the barrier. It was just too much for her to take this time.

Amara nodded, she knew Stephanie didn’t do well around dead bodies, let alone when that amount of blood and other unmentionables were scattered around. She looked to Spirit who already started to scent the air.

“Why don’t you go start sniffing around?” Amara said to Spirit who padded off to try to find a scent. “And don’t eat anything.”

A low growl erupted from the wolf’s throat as she ran off, darting between the mix of police officers and Administration officials tensed and startled despite the warning. Then again, when someone says, “I’m bringing a werewolf,” no one expects the massive size. Often, when people mention werewolves one of two images turn up in their mind. Either a wolf standing on hind legs with massive claws, or a human who has turned into a normal wolf. A wolf the size of a pony is much less often what one people would find themselves thinking of. Jeremy dodged Spirit as he made his way over to Amara and Christopher.

“Sorry about all the suits. Top Priority means everyone and their mother has to come wandering around the scene. Then again, you had that thing tag along.”

“Don’t let her hear you say that, Jeremy,” Amara warned. “She’s a little feisty.”

The group started their walk over to the body, pushing through the mass of photographers, police, and FBI look-a-likes. “By the way, thanks for the vivid warning about what we were coming to see. This is nothing like the other bodies. Are you sure it’s even related? Whoever this is was torn to shreds.”

“Not true,” Jeremy said as he walked over to the remaining intact lump of meat. “Take a closer look. All the same parts are missing. The only real difference is that the person was torn limb from limb and scattered within the surrounding five feet. I’m guessing he or she tried to fight back.”

“That about rules out a werewolf,” Amara said as she slipped her gloves on. “Who takes on one of those things rather than just running?”

“Apparently someone pretty bloody bold,” Chris chimed in. He was a step ahead of Amara. “Check out the ragged areas where the skin is ripped. Claws. Vampires don’t have claws.”

Amara bent down and a puzzled look crossed her face. She touched the torn ends and shivered. When Jeremy said this person was ripped apart he meant it. Amara could only hope the person wasn’t still alive when it happened.

“So we’re looking for a werewolf then? It doesn’t add up.”

“No fur,” Jeremy shrugged. “Maybe it’s just being careful.”

‘It’s summertime,’ Spirit thought to them as she hurried past.

“So?” Amara said, glancing up to her.

‘We don’t shed so much in the summer. Spring and fall yes, and our coats are thicker in the winter, but in summer it’s a bit of a relief. Less fur to be rid of.’

Amara and Chris looked at each other quietly. How had they missed that fact? How had they not realized that werewolves, like most other animals, go through a seasonal cycle?.

“We need to catch whatever this is before anyone else gets killed. It’s killed seven victims already. That’s seven too many,” Jeremy said, sounding a little more tired than usual.

“Everyone is working on it,” Amara assured him. “We’re closing in, and it’s just a matter of time.”

Suddenly Spirit stopped. She sniffed the ground in a circle, then the air. She walked for about five feet before she lifted her head and looked back to the group. She gave a quick, shrill bark to get their attention

‘I’ve got it. I’ve got the scent.’ Spirit shouted to them as she followed the trail back toward the town.

Amara sprinted after her down the street and away from the shocking lights of the police cruisers. She didn’t bother to look back for fear of losing sight of the wolf, although if she had really taken time to think on that, she may have slowed down. She might have to work hard to lose sight of Spirit rather than keep up with her. She glanced back only once when she heard Christopher’s distant voice shouting for Stephanie to follow them.

They jogged for a few minutes, leaving Amara out of breath and gasping for air before they were back in the city. Spirit paused just at the outskirts. A giant wolf might cause a little bit of a stir, even somewhere as unusual as this place.

Amara took the moment to catch her breath as Christopher and Stephanie caught up. She looked out into the city and for the first time, really took in what was before her. Even at a distance, the metropolis looked busy, even at this early hour. Cars rushed here and there, and an assortment of people all ready crowded the streets. Maybe getting their first cup of coffee from Starbucks or rushing in late to work. She was sure some of them were just headed home. Somewhere in that jumble was their killer.

“Let’s go.” It was Christopher’s short, breathless order that instinctively forced Amara into step.

“What about Spirit?” Stephanie asked as she followed down the embankment toward the city.

‘I’m coming,’ the wolf said as she shrank down to a smaller size again. It was a magical process to see happen. When a werewolf transformed from human to animal or from animal to human, it was a violent process. The gruesome sounds of crunching bones and ripping flesh would erupt from their body. For most werewolves the pain was enough to knock them out for a short while. More often than not the lycanthrope would, at the very least, be disoriented for a few minutes after shifting.

This was pure magic.

Spirit simply shrank. It was as if she were Alice drinking the potion on the table top. One moment she was gigantic, the next she was the size of a golden retriever. Not every lycanthrope can shift their size, but when one is born into the bloodline rather than bitten or scratched, it comes with some benefits other than heightened senses and animalistic strength. Some could even change their entire body structure at a simple thought. Of course, they would always be more or less human or more or less wolf, but that would be where the myth of werewolves who stood on their hind legs originated. Somewhere along the line someone found they werewolves could pause mid-shift and hold the form.

Stephanie still seemed amazed by the power. She watched Spirit closely as they made their way toward the city. The group followed the wolf down the street, and Amara looked around. Something here was strikingly familiar. She didn’t spend much time in this area of the city, but something just rang a bell. A very large, loud bell.

“Hey,” Stephanie pointed up at one of the still-glowing signs of a twenty-four hour diner. “Isn’t that the place Steven’s friend owns?”

“Yeah, the place with the sweet burgers.” Amara made a face of disgust that reminded Stephanie of someone who just ate a teaspoon of mustard.

‘This is where the scent leads.’ Spirit paused at an alleyway leading down past The Yellow Sun Diner.

It was still dark and littered with garbage. Large, green dumpsters were pushed against the sides of buildings. A single light flickered on an off as if it weren’t sure if it should stay lit with the rising sun.

“Well,” Chris said quietly, looking down the alleyway. “This seems rather precarious.”

“Like some bad horror movie,” Stephanie added as she followed after Spirit. Chris walked in after her, checking his gun in the holster at his side. Luckily, he remembered to get it back from Amara before they got out of the car. It seemed like he might need it.

Amara glanced over her shoulder one last time at the busy street before she joined the group. She pulled out her own hand gun and kept it low at her side. She didn’t need to be completely ready yet. The last thing anyone needed was one more innocent bystander dead.

‘Here.’ Spirit sniffed the bottom of one of the back doors and snorted. ‘It smells strange. Cold and,” she paused, trying to think of the right word, ‘I’m not sure. There’s something else—carrion?’

“A meat locker, maybe?” Christopher pressed his palm flat against the door. “If I were a hungry werewolf, that’s where I would go to. Maybe he’s still in there.”

Amara nodded in agreement. She had to agree, actually. If she just finished shifting, she would try to find something to eat and a cool place to rest. Then again, the wolf had just eaten, hadn’t it? She thought for a moment, it hadn’t. The body had been ripped apart, but none of the parts seemed eaten. The parts missing were cut out in very nice, clean incisions.

“Step back, but be ready. I’m going to pick the lock and open the door. If it’s there, shoot it. Don’t take chances.” When it looked as if Stephanie was about to argue, she added, “Now isn’t the time to ask questions. If this thing has killed this many people, it’s dangerous. If we die, the whereabouts die with us.”

Stephanie nodded , readied her gun, and stood back, which left Amara to pick the door‘s lock. Spirit stepped aside as well, while everyone else took a place. This time she hadn’t gone as far. With no guns involved that weren’t on her side, she was more than ready to jump in there and take whatever was doing this down.

Amara pulled a small black pouch from her pocket. When she opened it, there was an array of small instruments inside. All with black handles and strange curves to their metallic tips. Some swirled, others forked. She pulled one out of the pouch and worked at the lock. After a few minutes, Spirit became impatient.

‘Are you sure you know how to do this? It never takes this long in the movies. He could be gone by now.’

“Yes, I’m sure. Being a werewolf, I would think you would realize that not everything in the movies is the same as real life,” she snapped in a hushed tone. “Now be quiet. I need to concentrate.”

Spirit huffed a deep sigh and sat down, waiting a little less than patiently. She sniffed a little bit to be sure the trail wasn’t fading. If the wolf wasn’t inside when they opened the door, she would need to track him from there. If she singled out his scent now, it would be much easier. When she sniffed at the lower part of the door, she could smell, just slightly under the overpowering aroma of frozen meat and blood, the wolf.

‘He’s still in there.’ She kept her eyes locked on the door and stepped back.

“Good,” Christopher said. “Maybe this can end quickly, and we can all call it a day.”

“Shut up, or he’s going to hear you,” Amara scolded them in a harsh whisper. “He’s a goddamn werewolf. He can hear the crickets in the park from here.”

After a few more minutes of silence, the lock popped with a triumphant click. Amara put her tools away and got her gun ready. She gestured for the rest of the group to get ready and, as they slipped into position, opened the door quietly so she wouldn’t ruin their element of surprise…if they still had it.

With the doors open, they saw hunks of meat draped on hooks dangling from the ceiling. Amara stepped in, and the cloud from her breath reminded her how cold the room really was. The group made it inside with their guns drawn and ready to fire. Stephanie let Spirit into the room and softly closed the door behind them to keep the werewolf inside from having an easy route to his escape.

The group made their way through the grizzly labyrinth of suspended, skinned carcasses. Every once and in a while, someone would bump into one of the frozen animals, and it would swing ever so slightly, but the weight would keep it from wobbling too far. Off in the distance, they heard chopping noises, and it occurred to them that maybe Brandon wasn’t aware of the impending danger lurking through his meat house.

Amara signaled for them to head to the left, toward the chopping sound. They would need to get Brandon to safety before they could find the animal they looked for.

If he were hit by a bullet, or worse, bitten by the wolf, they would have a whole new problem on their hands. Brandon came into view, and the group fell to a sudden stop, confused and shocked by what they were seeing.

Brandon stood in his meat locker only six feet from them. He was naked with his bare back to the group. He hacked at the meat with hard, swift chops. He didn’t seem very aware of the biting cold around him.

* * * *

Stephanie stepped forward, ready to ask if he were okay, when Amara grabbed her wrist. Stephanie looked at her and realized Chris already had his gun pointed at the man. Amara did the same and that was when Stephanie realized what was going on. Her eyes widened, and she had her gun on him in a flash.

“Well, this is a new story for back at Headquarters,” Amara called to him.

Brandon jumped in surprise, startled by the sudden realization that other people were there with him. He turned swiftly, and as he set his knife on the table behind him, Brandon knocked a large chunk of bloody meat onto the chilly floor.

Stephanie could feel her heart stop and her stomach clench as she realized he wasn’t chopping beef. The human hand on the cement was enough to make her really take in the scene around her. She glanced to the side and realized there were more than seven victims — many more. How had they walked through this maze and not realized what was hanging around them?

Torsos of human beings. Occasionally a packaged arm or leg was in the pile, the meat neatly sorted into areas. How long had he been doing this?

“You’re killing and eating people?” Stephanie shouted the question, sounding outraged and horrified.

“Not exactly,” Brandon answered. He tried to sound as innocent and sweet as he could possibly be.

* * * *

“How exactly not?” Amara asked sharply. If he weren’t the one behind the murders, they would need to know right away. Of course, he was still just as guilty if he were there cutting up the bodies.

“I don’t eat the food I cook,” he pointed out, “but other people seem to love it. Except you.” He glared at Amara a little as if he were still insulted she hadn’t finished her meal earlier that week.

“Sorry, cannibalism isn’t my strong point,” she said and walked closer to him, her gun still pointed at his head. “One wrong move, and I’ll blow your head off. We don’t need you alive, just consider it a courtesy.” She pulled out handcuffs from a clip on the back of her belt and locked them around his wrists.

Brandon went with them surprisingly quietly. Of course, he had been living la vida loca. Spending his days as a cook and his nights ripping people apart. Anyone would be tired and subdued after that.

“Oi, Amara,” Chris called, the humor already in his voice. “To Serve Man, huh?”

“‘It’s a cookbook. It’s a cookbook.” Amara couldn’t help but laugh at the reference to the old movie.

Relief that they’d caught the killer was starting to settle in. If he went with them quietly, the group would deliver him to The Administration HQ where he would likely be put to death. If he ran, they could shoot him. Either way they won. Either way it was over.

* * * *

Christopher’s phone rang, and he took the moment to answer it. “Hello?”

“Christopher, it’s Alexander.”

“What do you want?” Christopher’s voice deepened in irritation.

“He’s not Kafele’s. The gunman from the other night. He was one of Kafele’s soon to be slaves, but he strayed. It’s not my cousin who is after you.”

“Who then?” he asked.

Before he could get the answer, Stephanie’s scream rang out from behind them. Chris turned to see what happened, and a sharp pain raced through his head. It took a moment for him to realize someone hit him with something. His vision darkened as he hit the floor. He felt the icy cold ground stick to his cheek. Then the world went black.

Chapter Sixteen

As Amara came to, she still felt frozen. A sharp pain tore at her arms, shoulders, and back;, her muscles and joints were stiff as if she had slept in the wrong position. She tried to pull her hands down, and when she felt the resistance there, she snapped awake. Amara groaned in pain as she really woke up and looked around the room quickly. Her wrists were tied above her head to one of the many meat hooks. She was close to the table, but not close enough to try to reach one of the knives with her foot. She glanced to her left and saw Christopher in the same position, to the right was Stephanie. She wasn’t sure what happened to Spirit.

“Where am I?” Amara wasn’t asking anyone in particular, but she hoped someone would have the answer and a plan.

“Right where you were before,” a voice responded, though she couldn’t quite see where it came from.

A man walked out from around one of the bodies hung around the group. His light brown hair was long and hung around his pale face and dark blue eyes. He wore a long, black leather trench coat. Clearly, he wasn’t as adjusted to the cold as Brandon.

“Who the hell are you?” Amara was already furious. She was getting tired of these new faces. “Where’s Brandon?”

“I sent him chasing after your wolf. You’ll be glad to know the traitorous bitch ran after the three of you were knocked unconscious,” the man said coolly and smiled a bit. Evidently, the pun was intended.

“What do you want?” Amara let the question of who he was go for now. As long as she was tied up and helpless, it really didn’t matter who he was. What mattered was how they were going to get out of there. She had the distinct feeling he wouldn’t simply untie them.

“I want my business to flourish as it has been,” he said as he picked up one of the knives from the table and held it up to the light to examine the blade.

“What are you talking about?” Stephanie finally chimed in, her voice hoarse. “Brandon owns the diner.”

“No,” the man said in a very light, casual tone, and set down the knife. “I do. I also own Brandon,” he smiled, and just a peek of fangs were exposed.

“I should have been able to sense it.” Disappointment washed over Amara as she put it together. “Brandon is your lackey.”

“Slave,” he corrected her. “I own him. You didn’t really think a werewolf could really be behind all of this, did you? The careful coordination. The carefully placed bodies.” He paused to laugh. “A werewolf isn’t capable of that much thought.”

“Sounds a little racist to me,” Amara said, but then again, Spirit had just abandoned them. Maybe she shouldn’t be so quick to defend her. The recognition finally hit her. “You were at the diner that night, weren’t you? You were at Alexander’s meeting. You‘ve been planning this.”

“The last horse crosses the line.” He chuckled.

“Then what is all this?” Stephanie shouted. “A joke? Getting people to eat their own kind.”

“No, no. It’s just a business. A way to save money.” He smiled to the girl. “Do you have any idea how much money I’ve made since I’ve bought this little shack? People eating people, who‘d have guessed the concept would be so popular?”

“It’s sick,” Stephanie snapped.

“Maybe,” the vampire shrugged. “It won’t matter in a bit. You’ll all be glad to know that you’re invited to dinner.” He smirked. “I’m sure you’ll make tonight’s guests very happy.”

Amara glared at him, but then his aura struck her. She knew who he was. She suddenly knew why he was doing this and how he managed to enlist Brandon. It was all so suddenly clear.

“You’re in Kyren’s blood line. You’re Warrick. God damn it. You’re the friend she told me about. Kyren is friends with Steven. That’s why you’re doing this. Not quite the same but the same sick fetish. You were there that night. When we first visited the restaurant.”

He nodded gracefully. “Yes, I was. I was trailing you before then. I didn’t want anyone finding out about my business. When the Administration poked it’s nose into my business, I had to intervene. I sent two assassins after you, but I suppose when it comes down to it, if you want a job done right, you really do need to do it yourself.”

Warrick sat down on the edge of the table; the motion had an eerie elegance to it. He hit the table as softly as a feather falling on a pillow.

“I instructed Brandon to make another scene, something gory enough to get your attention straight away. I needed to know you would follow him here and find him. Then I waited.”

“That’s why he was so calm when I arrested him,” Amara thought out loud.

“He knew I’d be waiting for the right moment,” Warrick said as he picked up a knife again. “Though I have to admit, he got a bit nervous when you started to walk him out. I suppose he thought I was going to let him take the blame.”

“You had other plans.” Amara glared at him. “To take down a few hunters if you could.”

“Now it’s come to that time,” he smiled. “The food here is reasonably priced for a reason.” He got up, walking over to Amara and twisting her a little on the hook. She didn’t struggle;, she was trying to keep her calm. If she panicked, there was no way she would make it out of here alive. If she could bide her time, there might be an opening, and even a plan as vague as that was better than no plan at all.

On the other hand, Christopher struggled violently. He kicked his feet a little and arched his back, making himself swing on the chain very lightly.

“Don’t bother. Swinging won’t do you any good,” Warrick said to him, not taking his eyes off Amara. He sliced into her back carefully, and Amara bit her tongue, trying to keep herself from crying out in pain.

The blood didn’t spill from the wound. Instead there was a long moment, and then the tiny red drops of blood finally beaded to the surface. She felt him starting the second cut, this one just a few inches higher. He was carving the meat from her back.

“Stop.” Stephanie shouted frantically, “Just stop.”

“You’re next girl,” Warrick warned her, but his voice sounded distant;, he was focusing on his work. “I wouldn’t be in such a rush for me to be done with this one if I were you.”

“Please just let us go,” Stephanie pleaded with the vampire, who finally looked over at her.

“Now, why on Earth would I do something foolish like that?” He tilted his head a little as he questioned her.

When he looked away, Christopher pulled his feet up. Amara watched him as she tried to figure out what he was doing. Chris pushed his feet against the large metal hook, and there was suddenly a loud snap. He hit the ground and ran for the table to grab his gun.

Warrick turned quickly and tried to beat Chris to the table, but Chris got there first. He fired at the vampire’s head, and Warrick disappeared quickly. Chris grabbed a knife and ran to cut Stephanie and Amara down. He managed to get the rope around Amara’s wrists cut and was quickly sawing on Stephanie’s binds when Warrick reappeared.

The vampire focused the energy around himself to form a physical force. He sent the energy in a blast at the group. Chris pushed Amara and Stephanie out of the way just in time. Christopher hit the wall hard enough to knock the wind from his lungs, and Warrick ran at him full force.

Stephanie grabbed her gun from the table and fired at Warrick. The shot managed to stop him in his tracks, but he threw up the energy like a shield around him. It was enough to block the bullet. I In the next instant, he threw that same energy at Stephanie. The witch read his aura and watched the energy. She moved quickly out of the way and just in time. The energy hit the table and knocked it over with a loud crash.

Amara grabbed one of the knives and threw it at Warrick, maybe bullets wouldn’t work, but she could distract him with the knife. When Warrick turned to catch the knife, Stephanie fired off another shot for at his back. As the bullet dug into his flesh, the vampire cried out in pain.

Warrick lashed out full force again;, this time he sent all three hunters into the wall. Stephanie was caught off guard. Her gun dropped to the floor as she flew backward. Amara finally screamed as she smashed into the barrier behind them. The pressure on the wound in her back brought on enough pain to bring tears to her eyes. Blood drenched the back of her shirt and soaked into the rim of her jeans. Chris tried crawling to her to help her, but Warrick scooped up Stephanie’s gun from the floor and pointed it at him.

“Don’t even think about moving, boy,” Warrick threatened breathily. “If everyone cooperates, I’ll be sure this is over quickly for you all.” He pointed the gun to Stephanie. “Let’s start with the little one, hmm?”

Christopher struggled to his knees and put himself between Stephanie and Warrick. “I’m not going to let you hurt her.”

“Awe,” Warrick sang the word in a taunt, “your little girlfriend? Fine. I’ll take care of you first.”

He fired a shot into Christopher’s shoulder. He cried out in pain. He held his arm but didn’t move from his protective spot in front of her.

“Oops, missed,” Warrick sneered and fired another shot into his leg. He smiled as Chris screamed in pain again.

Amara tried to push up but slipped back to the floor. The blood loss finally caught up with her and stars danced in her vision.

“Funny. The Administration sends its best hunters, and they come ill-prepared.” Warrick gave a hearty laugh. “If this is the best they’ve got, I’m starting to wonder why I hadn’t taken out the entire organization a long time ago.”

Stephanie leaned forward and watched Warrick with wide eyes. She kept a hand on Chris to try to comfort him. She tried to drain away some of the pain, but it was the most she could do. Amara was too near passing out for Stephanie to risk it with her current state. If she drained the pain away, Amara might lose consciousness.

Warrick raised his gun to shoot Stephanie, but before he could pull the trigger, there was suddenly a werewolf in front of him. Spirit seemingly appeared from nowhere. She pounced on him and tackled him to the ground, and the shot went wide. Warrick threw Spirit off of himself and pushed to his feet when he saw Alexander standing a few feet away.

“Alexander, my dear friend.” Warrick smirked as he pushed to his feet.

“Save it, Warrick. We have a problem here,” Alexander said, his tone dark and ominous.

Chapter Seventeen

Energy buzzed around Alexander like angry lightning. His normally honey-brown eyes and bled to black in fury as his power built up. His energy was like a wind that rustled the edges of his black jacket and pressed dress clothes. He looked like he had just come from a business meeting. Spirit stepped up, just a few feet behind Alexander. She knew better than to get into his way when he was about to fight.

“Alexander, is there a problem?” Warrick asked. He kept his voice even as if he had no idea that anything was going on.

“You came into my territory, killed my people, and tried to profit off it. Yes, there is a problem.” The table cracked down the center as Alexander’s power stretched outward, and he took an aggressive step forward. “You knowingly disrespected my claim of power here.”

Warrick didn’t flinch, but he watched the vampire very carefully. When the table cracked behind him, he let it go without a glance. If he were distracted, Alexander might make the first move then.

“You killed my wolf, didn’t you?” Warrick asked. Only the slightest bit of distressed was in his voice, as if it were more of an inconvenience than a real loss.

‘No,’ Spirit said as she licked her lips clean of the blood matting the fur around her mouth. ‘I did that.’

“Now, now, Alexander,” Warrick said as he walked around what was left of the table. “I’ve heard of your generous hospitality. I never expected you to take such offense to my business venture here.”

“Your business venture shouldn’t have included killing the humans in my land and feeding them to each other.” Alexander took another step toward him, then like a light flickering off and on, he was directly in front of Warrick. “You should have thought before you came here. Moreover, you should have thought before you hurt the humans in my protection.”

“In your protection?” Warrick laughed as he stood up against Alexander, their auras pressed against each other in a challenge. “You can’t protect every human in this city. As far as I’m aware, you had no claim over the people Brandon killed save for the fact that they live in a city you own.”

Alexander pointed over to the other side of the room quickly toward the group of hunters. Amara passed out before Alexander arrived. Stephanie was huddled up to Christopher, who still bled badly. She tried tying off the wounds, but it wasn’t helping by much.

“Mirth Parson,” he snapped as he pointed to Amara, then to Chris, “Christopher Hoyt.”

Warrick gave a nonchalant shrug. “Your personal expeditions don’t pertain to me. They attacked me first.”

“Bull shit,” Alex shouted, his aura lashing out a bit and pushing Warrick back a step.

Warrick stepped back up again to close that space. He pushed his own aura against Alexander’s, and the room suddenly became oddly hot. Uncomfortable.

* * * *

Stephanie moved closer to Christopher, trying to keep him awake, but the fight in the room was getting strange. She had never watched two vampires battle like this before.

She watched the colors in their auras change as they touched. She could see the tiny sparks and lightening-like flashes that most humans would not be able to make out. Being able to see auras gave her the ability to watch the full clash of the battle. To a human being, the two would simply appear to be standing there, facing one another angrily, but Stephanie could watch the war unfold.

“What exactly are they doing?” she asked as she held onto Chris.

“Measuring each other up,” Chris answered, his voice weak and hoarse. He didn’t need to be psychic or a witch to know what Alexander was doing. He watched him fight before.

“Who has the greater power?” Stephanie asked him, hoping if he really spent that much time with Alexander he might know the answer. Their lives depended on the winner of this fight.

“I guess we’ll find out,” he whispered as he leaned against her, fighting. He fought for consciousness.

* * * *

Then, like an explosion, Warrick released his energy. It was like a small bomb had gone off. The cracked table split in two, flesh flew off the hooks, and they speared into other hunks of meat. Stephanie nearly screamed, and threw an arm up to shield her face, but the sound caught in her throat.

Alexander fell backward and landed wrong. He cracked his elbows off the hard floor of the cooler and cried out in pain as the sting raced up his arms. He countered the attack with his own blast of power. Alexander’s power wasn’t like the explosive power of Warrick’s aura;, his was sharp and direct. Focused. It was as if he struck out with a whip. A large, bleeding gash ripped across Warrick’s chest in a splattered rush of blood. The wound was black and red, a gaping, messy hole in his body.

Alex stuck out again;, this time the cut appeared across Warrick’s face. Blood ran down into his right eye. His hands instantly went to his face to try to clear the blood away. Warrick’s aura exploded again. He tried to keep Alexander out of range while he recovered. Having his vision ripped away with his skin caught him off guard and left him vulnerable.

Alexander threw up his aura as a shield this time, protecting himself from the blast. He started to counter, but as he drew the energy back, Warrick’s hit him like a hammer to his gut. Alexander’s energy whip disintegrated, and he keeled over. He hadn’t expected the attack to come out of nowhere like that.

Another strike hit Alexander’s cheek, and he fell over onto the floor again. He felt the broken bone beginning to mend instantly, but that didn’t stop the throbbing pain The world spun around him, but he pushed up as quickly as he could. When Warrick threw his next attack, Alexander was ready. He dodged it and whipped Warrick again. This time he cut him out at the knees, and Warrick fell forward.

Alexander got to his feet quickly and built up power. As far as he was concerned, it was time for this to be finished. Warrick felt the power building up and smashed his aura into the group.

Stephanie screeched as the power hit them and pieces of meat flew around the room.

When the dust and smoke cleared, Alexander saw the hunters lying on the floor. He turned back, but Warrick was already there. He had a butcher’s knife in his hand and swung it at Alexander’s throat. The blade may not have been silver, but he knew if he could get a good, clean swipe at Alex’s neck, he could probably take off his head. No vampire could come back from a blow like that.

Alexander moved backward quickly as Warrick swung the knife at him. He pushed one of the carcasses in front of himself. Warrick’s knife sliced deep into the meat. The frozen meat locked the knife inside long enough for Alexander to swing it toward Warrick hard. Warrick fell backward but caught himself and ran for Alexander again.

As Warrick recovered, Alexander pushed him back with his aura.

“You think you can win, Alexander?” he shouted. “I’m clearly the stronger of the two of us.” Warrick laughed wickedly, and the sound bounced off the walls. “After I kill you, I’ll take over the city. We’ll see what happens with those peace talks then, hmm?”

“You’re insane, Warrick,” Alexander snapped at him.

“You’re right.” The vampire smiled widely. The blood dripping down his face only emphasized the look of madness.

“You’re out of options, Alex. Adios.” Warrick built up power for another strike, but Alexander reached into his jacket. He pulled out his own hand gun and fired the gun twice. The bullets went wide and dug into the meat. Warrick rushed forward.

Alex leveled the gun with Warrick‘s face and pulled the trigger. The close range was enough to give the bullet enough power to blow his head clear off his shoulders. Pieces flung up into the air and made small splattering sounds as they rained back down onto the floor, but this all went unnoticed by Alexander.

He ran over to Christopher, who still lay on the floor and scooped him into his arms. “Shit,” he cursed as he looked around. He had to get the hunters out of here and back to somewhere safe where they could heal, but where?

Chapter Eighteen

Christopher’s eyes fluttered open as he slowly woke up. For a moment, he enjoyed the black silence in the room he was in. He was caught in that moment when a person first wakes up and remembers nothing of what happened before they fell asleep, just the relaxing darkness surrounding him in a comfortable bed. He could lie there for hours wrapped in the warm blankets. Not a bad thing in the world. No cold, blocks of human flesh hanging from hooks and scattered on the floor.

That was when the memories resurfaced. He sat up quickly and gasped as pain washed over his body like a crippling tidal wave. He took a moment to let the pain subside and looked around the area when he could breathe again.

He recognized this room. He had been here before. The red fabric draped over golden walls. The soft beige carpet that he knew was softer to touch than it looked. He was wrapped in a gold sheet that felt unimaginably soft and a fluffy, warm crimson blanket. Layers of pillows were piled behind him in a way that made him think the bed had been freshly made and the pillows arranged before he moved them in his sleep. A glass of water rested on the antique, dark brown nightstand. Someone went through a lot of trouble to make him very comfortable, to make him feel very welcome. It wasn’t hard to guess who that might be.

When he moved, he realized his wounds were wrapped. He felt stitches in his arm and leg, but gauze was wrapped around the stitching. Alexander wouldn’t have done it himself. He wasn’t the best doctor, but he took the time to have someone else come in and treat Christopher’s wounds. The fact that someone bandaged him up didn’t bother him, but the threaded silk pajamas made him a little uncomfortable. Where were his clothes?

Chris timidly took the glass from the table and drank the water. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he really had been before he started drinking the water. As soon as the water was gone, he wished for more. Of course, he wouldn’t do what Alexander wanted. He wouldn’t call for someone else to get him the water. It would be Alex’s little way of saying ‘stay with me, Chris’, and it just wasn’t going to happen.

He put his feet over the side of the bed. As soon as they touched the carpet, he couldn’t help but smile a little. The absolute softness was some comfort against the pain in his chest. He used the backboard of the bed to help steady himself as he pushed to his feet, then sat back down. For a moment, he’d forgotten about the shot he took to his leg.

Christopher sat there for a few minutes in thought. Then finally he got back into the bed and pushed the buzzer at the top of the headboard. Within moments Alexander arrived. He knocked on the door twice lightly before he walked in.

“Did you need something?” he asked Christopher gently.

“Why didn’t you send one of your slaves?” Chris asked instantly. He knew why, but if it would get his point across without coming out and saying ‘stay away from me,’ he would much rather use this technique.

“I wanted to check on you myself,” he said gently. “I’ve been worried. Amara heals fast. She’s bound to me. Stephanie is a witch, so she’ll be fine, but you’re human, Chris. Three gun shots and broken ribs? I wasn’t sure how long you would be out of it or what condition you would be in when you woke up.”

“A bloody thirsty condition,” Chris muttered, moving his hand over the silky sleeve of his pajamas uncomfortably.

“I’ll get you some water then.” He turned to leave, but Christopher called for him.

“Alex?”

“Yes, Chris?”

“Why are you doing this?”

Alexander gave him a curious look as if he didn’t understand the question. There could be so many answers to that one simple question.

“I’m not sure I understand,” Alexander finally admitted.

“Why do you have me here in this room? In the bed like this? In the best clothes I’m sure you could find in my size.”

Alexander sighed and walked over to sit on the edge of the bed. “I just wanted you to be comfortable,” he confessed. “I wanted to be sure that when you woke up, if you were in pain, you would have something there to make you feel better. You were always fond of this room. Of those sheets and those pillows. You always talked about how much you liked the walls and the carpeting. I wanted you to wake up happy, or at least happier.”

Christopher looked down, almost ashamed and a little embarrassed. He almost asked why again out of instinct. He knew why—or at least thought he did.

“Alex,” he said softly, “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Chris?” Alexander looked up at him. “You have nothing to be sorry for. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I’m sorry for blaming you for everything for so long. You never forced me to come to you. I did out of curiosity. I wanted to know what it felt like to get bitten. I wanted to know what the big deal was. How you, specifically you, could make me feel. I’m the one who put my friends in danger, and I spent all this time blaming you.”

Alexander shook his head. He had watched the entire scene play out all those years ago. He watched the son of Crimson’s leader plan the downfall of Christopher’s little group. Of course, what could he do? He started to plan something, anything, but it all came too late.

“This wasn’t your fault,” Alex explained. “They hated your group. You were talking about things that didn’t involve killing vampires. About having a real life. Families. Children. Jobs that didn’t involve killing things. If you’re not with them, you’re against them. You know that. The moment one of you stepped out of line in the least, they were on the entire group. It was a set up, Chris. The only people at fault are the people you’re working for.”

“I can never stop working for them.” Christopher looked down at his toes as he said it. His voice had gone dark and morbid. Hopeless.

“That’s not true,” Alex said as he moved closer. “You can run away. Come to me. I’ll protect you. They’ve been after me for years and haven’t been able to catch me. I’ll do anything I can to keep them from getting you, Chris. What have you got to lose?”

Christopher’s first instinct was to answer with ‘my soul’, but he knew that wasn’t true anymore. If he were able to lose his soul, he had already done so long ago. If there was a hell, he already had special reservations. Maybe a seat near some of his friends, he hoped. At this point, Alex was right. He really had nothing to lose. If they caught and killed him, he would be just as well off. Maybe better off than continuing to work there for them.

Somehow, he couldn’t bring himself to leave. Maybe it was the thought of being the disgrace of his family again or maybe all those years of brainwashing in The Clinic, but he couldn’t run away. He had been through too much there, worked too hard to regain their trust and his reputation, to regain his rank as the top hunter. Of course, look where being the top hunter got him last time.

“I’ll think on it,” Chris said carefully. He wasn’t sure he meant it, but saying it might keep Alexander from insisting more.

Alex put his arm around Chris and kissed his cheek softly. “Just think on it. That’s all I’m asking.”

“Do I have to be one of your…” He was trying to grasp the right word. ‘Whores’ seemed too blunt, but it was the only one other than ‘women’ that came to mind. He hated to be referred to as a woman. He was still just as much of a man as anyone else, maybe more of one than some. He didn’t need anyone trying to make him feel like even less of a man.

* * * *

“One of my pets?” Alexander tried to fill the words in for him, but Chris shook his head. That was when Alexander caught the thought in Christopher’s mind. “A lover?”

Christopher nodded, and Alexander laughed a little.

“That’s not what I want from you. I want you to be happy. To live. Amara thinks I’m still the cold-hearted bastard I was with Raina, but you know better than that. Maybe hanging out with her for so long is rubbing off on you.” He stood up. “She has a right to be angry with me, but it really was just business. I turned Amara to save her. Raina was the one who drained her.”

Raina had been Alexander’s ruthless ex-girlfriend. She spent years manipulating him into doing anything for her, even if it meant killing entire families. After a while, it became second nature. If someone looked at her the wrong way, Alexander would take care of it. If someone threatened her, he would take care of it. When he got hurt in a fight with Amara, it took months for the silver she injected into him to wear off and for him to become strong again. Raina left and found a new, human lover. It broke Alexander’s heart.

“Rest.” Alex got up. “I’ll get you some water. You just rest.”

Alexander helped Christopher back into the bed and tucked him in so he would feel safe and warm. He smiled at him softly, and Chris couldn’t help but return the look. Alexander sighed gently and started for the door, but Christopher caught his hand. The vampire looked down at him and caught the pleading look in the hunter’s eyes. Chris didn’t want to leave. He didn’t want to go back to Crimson.

“Chris, you know I meant it. You really can stay here with me. No strings attached,” the vampire said softly as he sat on the edge of the bed again. He couldn’t leave him, not when he was like this. For being the cold killer that he was, he always had a special soft spot for Christopher.

As Christopher lowered his eyes again, Alex lay down beside him and rested an arm over his stomach. The hunter didn’t pull away, but rather leaned into him. Maybe he couldn’t move in with the vampire, but for now he might be able to rest and relax just a little bit. He nuzzled against Alexander’s neck comfortably, simply to keep comfortable and closer.

“Please stay,” Alexander whispered the words gently and leaned his head against Christopher’s. The words were filled with quiet heartache.

Chris pulled away andAlexander thought it was his cue to leave. When he pushed up on his elbows, Chris leaned to kiss him.

It happened so quickly that at first Alexander wasn’t sure what was going on. He tensed, surprised by the suddenness of it. The feeling of Christopher’s soft lips against his was enough to make him relax into the kiss. He tilted his head a little and brought his hand to Chris’s cheek, gently cupping it in his hand. Their hearts beat just a little faster, and the world sank away around them. Heat overtook their bodies like wildfire. The kiss deepened, and Chris hummed a content moan against Alexander’s lips.

After a few moments, it was the vampire who broke the kiss. He shook his head, suddenly having second thoughts. He couldn’t put his old lover into this position.

“I don’t want you coming here like this.” His breathing was a little harsh, a little too fast as he said the words. “I don’t want you to stay and think this is something you have to do.”

“I know that I don’t have to.” Chris believed Alex’s words. It was what he wanted.

“Go home, Chris. Come back in a few days after things have calmed down. Call for me. I’ll come get you.”

“Thank you,” Chris said gently.

“You’re welcome. Don’t worry. No one needs to know.”

Christopher laughed a little. “That might be the best idea if you want me to run away here.”

Alexander nodded and smiled to him, then went to fetch his glass of water.

* * * *

Amara sat at Stephanie’s side in Alexander’s little mock-up hospital. She was more than a little worried about the girl since the fight, despite Stephanie’s constant reassurance that she would be fine. The girl came off fairly lucky. Her arm, which had already been sprained, was now broken in three places. Her ankle was sprained, and she was covered with a variety of scrapes and bruises. Now, only two days later, all her minor injuries had vanished.

The three narrowly escaped with their lives. Amara was having a hard time grasping the fact that Alexander saved them. She wondered more than once if it were simply his affectionate feelings for Christopher that made him come, but Spirit promised her he had gone to save all three of them.

The vampire took quite a beating for them himself. Being a vampire, he was already fully healed. A little blood, and he was ready to go for another round. Amara wasn’t sure what she thought of that. On one hand, she was happy to see him up and moving. On the other hand, she wished he would have been as hurt as the rest of them—just for good measure. Even Spirit walked away more injured than him.

“You know,” Stephanie said, “at first I didn’t like this room at all, but it grew on me.”

Amara smiled at Stephanie’s words. The room was bright and white, almost blindingly so. Stephanie’s intravenous hung beside the bed and stretched down into her arm. A few clean bandages were tucked off to the side for the nurse when she came in to clean and redress Stephanie’s wounds.

Otherwise, the room was kept very plain save for the extra soft blankets and the choice paintings on the walls. The paintings were very modern and not at all Stephanie’s choice. The room clashed with her sense of style all together. She hadn’t really been awake to argue what room they were going to put her in when she was wheeled in. Or carried in. Whatever the case may be. After a while, though, the room didn’t seem so bad. It was all just how she looked at things, and this was like a luxury hospital room.

“I’m just happy that you’re going to be okay,” Amara said gently to Stephanie, who laughed lightly and shook her head.

“Thanks, mom,” she joked and rolled her eyes.

“You did really good back there.” She smiled to her partner. “You kept us alive and out of the way long enough for Alexander to fight the good fight and get us out of there safe and alive.”

“I’m just glad it’s over,” Stephanie sighed deeply and rested back. “I don’t think I could have taken seeing or smelling one more dead body with pieces cut out of it for vending.”

Amara laughed at that. Stephanie really signed up for the wrong job. She could have explained this was a normal week in their line of work. That things got worse than finding a few dead bodies. Why ruin the moment? Things finally, really settled down.

“You’ll get used to it. It comes with years of experience.”

Stephanie held her smile for a moment longer, but it faded a bit around the edges. Amara knew a difficult conversation was about to come up.

“Amara, why does Alexander call you Mirth?”

Amara sighed and looked down. This wasn‘t a conversation she ever wanted to have with anyone, let alone Stephanie. After everything that happened, the two were much more closer than she ever imagined they could be. Maybe she could divulge just a little of her past to her new friend.

“That’s my birth name. He spent so much time trying to tell me that I’m Mirth, but I keep telling him I’m not. Not anymore.”

“Being blood bound to a vampire doesn’t change who you are. It gives you prolonged life, superhuman abilities, and a few other little benefits and hardships, but it doesn’t change who you are.”

“No, it doesn’t. Finding your family dead on your living room floor after school one day does. Raina was my best friend before she got with Alexander. She wasn’t a hunter though. She was just a girl I met at the park, and we just started to hang out. I wasn’t even actively training to be a hunter. I hadn’t even thought about it. I was going to be a teacher, or so I claimed. When my parents told me what Alexander was, I warned Raina, but she was already swept away by the idea of it. The ‘romantic’ side of vampires. He turned her, she went insane with power, and she hurt everyone around her.”

“Where is she now?” Stephanie asked her gently.

“I don’t know. I don’t know if I want to know.”

“Not everyone is going to do that same thing to you.” Stephanie touched Amara’s hand gently. “Not everyone is going to turn their backs on you and not everyone is going to die on you. We might come close once and in a while but history doesn’t always repeat itself. You’re not some sort of wild jinx.”

Amara couldn’t help but smile a little. “After all the times I’ve worked so hard to push you away, you clung to me. I guess it’s about time to realize if I don’t give up, you’ll burrow inside my stomach or something.”

“Well, a not-so-nice way of putting it, but yeah.“ Stephanie chuckled. “I don’t intend on going anywhere, Amara. You’re my friend.”

“Thanks, Steph. I’m glad you’re my partner.”

“Ditto, Amara. Now maybe you can back off on Chris a little bit?” Stephanie smiled sweetly to Amara who rolled her eyes.

“Don’t count on that one just yet.”

They were interrupted by a light knock at the door. Both girls jumped a little and looked over. Alexander stepped into the room, followed by Spirit. Spirit ran up and jumped on the edge of Stephanie’s bed, her tail wagging excitedly.

“How are you feeling?” Alex asked, standing a few feet from Amara. He didn’t want to invade her personal space. The last thing he needed was to make her feel aggressive again.

“Much better.” Stephanie was still a bit nervous around the vampire. He was the strongest vampire for at least a few hundred miles. It was just a little bit intimidating.

“I’m glad to hear that. I’m guessing The Administration is wondering where the three of you are. No call. No word. They’ve probably assumed you‘re all dead.”

“I don’t think that they would ever assume me dead,” Amara chuckled. “They probably know we were just held up.”

“Or captured,” he said lightly. “Maybe you should at least give them a call.”

“We’re going to head out today anyway,” Amara said. “If Stephanie can get back to the Headquarters, we can finish getting her healed by our staff. It’d look suspicious if we showed up fine and dandy.”

“Is Chris going to be okay to move?” Stephanie asked Alexander as she sat up again. She hadn’t gotten to hadn’t seen him since the fight.

“He’ll be fine. He’s having trouble walking and a little trouble breathing. I trust his word that he’s okay when he’s trying to get up out of bed on his own.”

Stephanie smiled; and Amara knew she was relieved that Christopher was doing that much better. Alexander separated Christopher from Amara and Stephanie. Amara was sure that with them all in separate rooms, Stephanie had started to wonder what had happened to him.

“When did you plan to leave?” Alexander asked Amara, who watched him just as cautiously as he was watching her. It was like a cobra and a mongoose working together for the greater good. After a while the good will would fade, the truce would become void, and they would be after one another again.

“There’s no time like the present,” Amara said as she looked to Stephanie. “You ready to leave?”

Stephanie nodded and held her out to Amara. There was no way she had it in her to pull the intravenous out herself. Needles freaked her out.

“I’ll get a nurse,” Alexander said before Amara had a chance to pull the needle out. “If I’m saving your life, I don’t want to hear that you died from an infection a few days later.”

“I can pull a needle out of her hand, Alex. I’m not an idiot,” Amara said blandly.

“No, but you’re not a nurse either. I’ll get a nurse in here in a few moments.” Alexander closed the door on his way out, leaving the three girls alone to talk.

‘You know, he really does mean well,’ Spirit said to them as she curled up in a little ball.

“Maybe,” Stephanie said quietly. “It’s just hard when you’ve been told for so long that someone is the bad guy, learn about their bad guy past, and then meet them, and they’re working with you like you’re on the same team. It’s complicated. I keep thinking it’s a trick or something. A mask to make me feel safe so he has an easier way to strike.”

‘He does things like that sometimes, but not this time. If that were what he was doing, he wouldn’t have put all these resources into saving your butts.’

“Unless he’s got future plans for us,” Amara interrupted and looked to Stephanie. “Just wait. A few months from now, we’ll be getting a call that we need to return the favor. Alexander may not be evil, but he’s self-serving. He only helps when it’s going to better his own life in some way.”

Spirit shook her head and rested it on the bed. She was already tired of Amara. She was bitter and so closed minded. She liked this Stephanie girl though. She seemed like fun. It was a shame that she was leaving so soon.

‘Have a safe trip home,’ Spirit said as she hopped off the bed. ‘I do hope we meet again, maybe under better circumstances though.’ She ran out the door as Alexander opened it.

“Christopher is waiting downstairs,” he said as the nurse slipped past him, careful not to bump into him. She walked over to Stephanie and smiled as she got some gauze ready.

“That’s it? No games? No smart remarks?” Amara asked skeptically. It couldn’t really be that easy to leave.

“That’s it,” Alexander shrugged. “I’ll meet you down there to see you all off, but I’ve got another meeting to go to.”

“How polite,” Amara rolled her eyes and helped Stephanie up out of the bed. “Where are her clothes?”

“Ruined,” Alexander answered with that single word. “New clothes are folded up on the seat for her.” He turned to Stephanie, his expression neutral. “If you don’t want them, you can get rid of them after you’re home. Clearly, I won’t need them.”

“Thank you,” Stephanie said, and she meant it. Amara may not have liked his hospitality, but Stephanie was surprised by it. After everything she learned about this vampire, he was the exact opposite of what she expected to find.

“I’ll see you downstairs,” he said with a quick nod and walked out of the room.

“Don’t get too comfortable around him,” Amara reminded Stephanie as she brought the folded clothes over to the girl. “He’s dangerous. Polite, but dangerous.”

After Stephanie was fully dressed, Amara helped her down the stairs carefully. The two girls walked into the living room, Amara knew the house well enough to know where the living room was. Alexander used it for most of his entertaining, and it was obvious why. The dark wood floors were polished to a shine. The walls had gold etching on them, and Amara would have been willing to bet her bank account that the gold was real.

She helped Stephanie sit on one of the antique sofas, which were just as fancy as the rest of the room. Clean red cushions with dark wood frames and small golden button embroidered along where the fabric and the wood met. The glass tabletops were like the cherry on the top of the fancy cake that was the room. They just pulled everything together.

As Amara sat down with Stephanie, she saw Christopher being wheeled in by a nurse. He was in a wheelchair looking a little worse for wear. He was wearing new clothes. Of course, Amara expected that. Alexander wouldn’t leave someone in his protection leave his home in ripped, bloody clothes. Just one thing had her a bit confused. Why was it that Stephanie’s clothes were a bit on the extravagant side, and Christopher looked as though he could walk down the street unnoticed?

Stephanie’s shirt was white cotton, double layered so it was truly white, and her skin did not show through. Lace traced along the collar and cuffs of the sleeves in an elegant way, and small black buttons ran in a neat row down the front. The black pants he’d picked out for her looked like dress pants, but she assured Amara that they were completely comfortable.

Christopher’s clothes were absolutely street clothes. Sneakers, blue jeans, and a t-shirt. How was it that Chris had gotten clothes like that, and Stephanie had been all dolled up?

“Hey,” Stephanie pouted. “Why did I get the fancy duds?”

‘Because if you go home in fancy pants, The Administration thinks you’ve made a new, powerful ally. If Chris goes home dressed like he’s been here, they’ll kill him,’ Spirit said as she trotted into the room and sat down by Christopher. ‘You look great. I don‘t know why you‘re complaining.’

“It’s just not my style,” Stephanie said, looking down at the clothes.

That was when Alexander simply appeared in the room. Teleportation was one of the more interesting abilities some vampires and witches possessed. Thankfully, Alexander was powerful enough to teleport himself and others. That’s how Spirit suddenly appeared in the room to attack Warrick. Not because she could teleport herself, but because Alexander brought her with him.

“I’ll keep that in mind next time,” Alexander smiled to Stephanie as he knelt by Christopher’s side.

“Hopefully there isn’t a next time,” Chris said to Alex quietly, softly. There was more in the words than Stephanie or Amara would understand. It was his way of letting Alexander know he had no intentions of taking him up on the offer of a safe place to run to.

“Sometimes we don’t have control over things, Chris. Sometimes the things we try to avoid are just what we need,” he said softly. He pushed back to his feet, casually brushing his hand against Christopher’s as he did, and the hunter pulled away a bit.

“I’ve got a cab waiting out front,” Alexander said to them. “It’ll take you back to your headquarters. From there, you’re on your own.”

“Thank you, Alexander,” Amara finally said as she helped Stephanie back up.

“Take care of one another,” Alexander said, watching them with a sort of worry in his eyes.

Christopher recognized the look. He had seen it a few times before in his life. I It never meant anything good. If Alexander was worried about something, everyone should be.

“What aren’t you telling us?” he asked the vampire quietly.

“Times are changing. I’m not sure for the better or worse. Stay with people you know and trust. Be careful who you turn your back to.”

Before Chris could question him more, the nurse wheeled him away. He turned back, glaring at Alexander, knowing . He knew the vampire signaled the nurse to do that somehow. Nurses don’t just cut off conversations. Not normally at least.

“What was that all about?” Amara asked Christopher as she followed.

“I’m honestly not sure,” Chris said, but he was trying to figure it out. “Something else The Administration and Crimson should know but don’t.”

“I’m getting the feeling a lot of that is going around,” Stephanie added.

The group got into the cab, glancing back at the house. It was strange that Alexander wasn’t hiding where he was staying from them. He knew Amara and Christopher hunted him for years. Maybe he assumed that now he tried to make up for the sins of his past, that they would forgive him and move on with their lives.

For Christopher, Amara thought it worked, but not for her. She was still convinced that this was all just a ploy, and she was not going to fall for it. She would give it a few months and be back with guns to kill him.

She watched the house fade away in the distance. Thinking about their story. They couldn’t tell the truth. Christopher would be punished if his organization found out. They would have to come up with something different. The group used the car ride to come up with a few different, more acceptable variations of the story. Amara doubted Alexander would leak the truth. He had never had a problem with allowing The Administration to clean up messes for him before so why should he start now? Besides, she was completely sure that he wouldn’t risk their lives—not yet at least. Sometime in the future when he needed pawns or bait, perhaps, but not just yet.

Chapter Nineteen

The group of hunters managed to put together a convincing story by keeping their reports similar and vague. Amara used a contact to get in touch with a werewolf who wished to remain unnamed. They used the wolf to track down the werewolf and vampire behind the murders, and they killed them. Things were just that simple.

Now Amara and Christopher were sitting at the airport. Stephanie was back at the hospital The Administration owned being healed by some of the world’s best healers. That was one of those things The Administration prided itself in. Its hunters were never hurt for long. They could be ready to fight again within a day or so. That was one of the reasons The Administration was one of the most fore leading vampire hunting organizations.

The waiting area at the airport was cool compared to the blistering heat outside the building. The inside was lined with various places to eat or buy anything from roses, to t-shirts, some last minute or forgotten travel items, or souvenirs to take home to loved ones. People hurried in and out of those stores. One woman ran with her children, pulling her luggage behind her, so they would not miss their flight.

Christopher and Amara rested in the black chairs lining the entrance to Christopher’s plane. Chris was pulling pieces off a Danish he bought and was eating it slowly. It was obvious he wasn’t particularly thrilled about having to go back to the other side of the pond. A news broadcast on the television that hanging on the wall caught his attention.

“The owner of The Yellow Sun Diner is being sought after in a bizarre twist of events. Police went to investigate the diner when a local vendor discovered that the door to a back freezer was left open. Inside, police found the bodies of several people who had gone missing over the past few months. Police officials have not released a statement, but we are told they are currently working at piecing together what is left of the human remains in the freezer and to identify all the bodies.”

The scene cut to a young woman that Chris recognized as a waitress from the diner. “Brandon was such a nice man. I can’t understand why he would murder people. It’s really strange and terrible.”

Christopher shook his head. If only that girl knew the truth. He was absolutely sure that once the police released all the information, and she realized she was serving the customers food made from these bodies, that she would have a very different opinion of the man.

“Well,” he sighed. “All’s well that ends well, I guess.”

“I wouldn’t exactly consider this ending well. I guess it’s the best we’re getting,” Amara said as she sipped her coffee. She looked over to Christopher. “It’s a better ending than it could have been.”

Chris nodded quietly and looked at his watch.

“You know,” Amara said as she leaned forward to look at him. “There’s one thing I’m really wondering about. How did you manage to get out of your rope?”

“Well, while you were arguing with him and Stephanie was freaking out, I ran the edge of my rope across the sharp edge of the hook. I guess he didn’t notice because he thought I was struggling. I was hoping that was what he would think of it. I got through one of the layers, and the push was enough to get me loose.”

Amara smiled at him. “Well, that was clever of you.”

“Not really. Sort of common sense when you really think on it. I didn’t do anything spectacular. I just survived.”

“Sometimes, surviving is spectacular.”

Christopher forced a smile, but it only lasted a moment. He looked back down at his Danish, suddenly not hungry. He was starting to enjoy being here. Of course, just as he and Amara found some common ground, he would have to go back home. Back to his normal life again.

“Why don’t you transfer?” Amara asked him. “I’ve seen a few Crimson hunters transfer over here to The Administration.”

“They’re the hunters Crimson doesn’t mind letting go. If it were as easy as that don’t you think more of us would transfer? It would be a lot less dangerous than running away. No chance of being hunted down and killed by your own team mates. Top hunters don’t have that convenience. I can’t just let my work slip. That would get me killed by vampires.”

Amara nodded understandingly. “If you ever do run away, you can always come here. I’m sure that The Administration would protect you.”

“There’s no guarantee to that,” Chris said quietly. He had really thought all of this out already.

“Maybe not The Administration as a whole, but at least I would protect you. I’m sure Stephanie would. I’m also sure I could find at least a few other hunters to help you out.”

“I wouldn’t put anyone else in danger because I want to be safe. That’s not how things are supposed to work. I’ll just hang in there. Either I’ll find a way out, or I’ll die, and that can be my way out.”

Amara sighed deeply. Christopher’s situation seemed so hopeless. She knew she had information that might help him. When she looked into his past, she found more than just about him. Of course, if the information got leaked, everyone would know where it came from. She wouldn’t just be in trouble with Crimson, but with The Administration as well. Being blood bound meant that they would not be able to kill her without beheading her or killing Alexander first. That left a lot of room for torture, and from what she had heard, Crimson had a certain expertise when it came to that. She didn’t want to find out firsthand.

“If you ever change your mind, Chris, I’m here. I know we didn’t really get along, but I’ll work hard and do my best to help you.”

Christopher smiled, and for once it reached his eyes. It was nice to know he had someone in the world that he could really rely on. Someone who wouldn’t turn him in over a dispute or moment of weakness. Someone who wouldn’t bite his neck if he let his guard down.

“Thank you, Amara. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

Amara smiled and went to say more, but the call for Christopher’s flight came suddenly, and Chris grabbed his carryon bag and got up slowly. His leg still bothered him a little.

“Keep in touch, Amara.” he said as he got ready to go through his final security check.

“You too. Chris? Don’t get too discouraged. You’ve got more to live for than you think .”

He laughed dryly, missing the insinuation that Amara knew something. “Thanks, Amara. I hope we get to work together again. This time with less snide remarks.”

Amara watched Christopher walk through the security check and walked back to her car. She sat in it for a moment to gather her thoughts. She had far too much on her mind to worry about friendships. She had to start investigating whatever it was Alexander hinted toward. It was likely important if it pulled him away from his party schedule. She put the keys in her ignition and drove. She would pick up Stephanie and look into things.

Her mind kept setting back onto the last few days. She had a new view on life. Maybe it wasn’t all about killing and revenge. Maybe she could live, even blood bound to a vampire.

Maybe.

Chapter Twenty

It was months before Amara’s phone rang with that oh-so expected call. She had been waiting for it. She knew it would come sooner or later. After the first month or so, she was almost hoping her phone would ring, and she would pick it up to hear that familiar voice on the other end.

She’d been waiting for a few different people to call her. Stephanie had gone off to a retreat to help her strengthen her magical skills. She still hoped she would get a call from Christopher saying that he was coming to stay with The Administration. It wasn’t either of them she really hoped for. As she picked up her phone, she tried to hide the sound of the smirk in her voice.

“Hello, Alexander. I wondered when you’d call for someone to return that favor,” she said, sounding confident.

She just considered the idea that Alexander wasn’t going to get in touch. That he wouldn’t call in the debt Amara and her team owed him. He and Christopher had a romantic past, so she hadn’t expected him to ride Chris about it, but Amara and Stephanie — well, she’d have been let down if he didn’t.

“Actually, Amara,” he started, echoing the tone of certainty in her voice, “I’m calling to do you a favor. This would put our score at two—nothing, wouldn’t it?”

“Right,” Amara rolled her eyes. She couldn’t help but be skeptical. Why exactly this vampire was suddenly so keen on doing favors for hunters was beyond what she could fathom. “What do you want, Alexander?”

“Let me pick you up. I’ll show you.”

“I don’t think so,” Amara sighed. There was no way she would step into a trap quite so obvious. He may have helped her in the past, and she may have thought there was something good buried deep inside him. Her wariness of him kept her alive for this long. Why let go of that now?

“Amara, I’m serious,” his voice held a hint of some foreboding secret that caught Amara’s attention just a little bit more.

“Why can’t you just tell me over the phone? You and I both know this is a secure line. I’m sure you’re line is too. You wouldn’t let anyone in on your business.”

“You’re only sure because you’ve tried to bug the line before and got caught,” the vampire pointed out.

“My point still stands,” she said with a shrug. She sat down on the overstuffed chair of her hotel room.

“I’m just not sure words can convey the situation as well as seeing the scene could. I need to show you what’s going on. The beginning of what is going on.”

Amara paused for a moment. Something about this whole situation just seemed off. Even if he was telling her the truth, why was he calling her for help? He had so many servants and body guards. Hell, the vampire had an army of his own. He shouldn’t have needed to call a professional vampire hunter about it. Curiosity killed the cat after all, and she suddenly felt like a tabby stepping onto a busy highway.

“Okay. Meet me at the drug store on the corner of Seventh Street and Madison,” she was giving in. The eeriness of the situation had her.

“I’m already outside, Amara. I can feel where you are, remember?”

“Then why didn’t you just come abduct me, Alex?” An angry heat filled her chest at the reminder. He was being controlling and giving her space at the same time, and it made her feel like one of his pets. She was not one of his pets.

“Being polite, Amara. As polite as I can be with what’s going on. Now come outside.”

“Next time you should consider what—” Amara shouted into the phone, but when the line went dead, she threw the phone against the bed angrily and cursed. For a few moments, she paced the room and debated not going at all. Maybe she could just make him sit in his car and wait for her all day. No. She wasn’t stupid enough to believe he would do it. No, he would come inside, and knock on the door, and if she didn’t answer, he wouldn’t give up there either. She would end up being dragged out kicking and screaming if it came to it.

Alexander wasn’t patient, or compromising.

She took a deep breath and a few more moments to collect herself before she grabbed her jacket. She made her way to the elevator and through the large, glass doors that separated the warm, cozy hotel from the outside world.

The weather was just starting to cool down, and her body was still used to the warm temperature that came with summer. Now, the leaves had turned, and a crisp September chill clung to the air. It was a nice change from the smoldering heat, but at there were times when Amara wished the summer could last just a few weeks longer.

As soon as she was through the doors and on the pavement outside, she recognized Alexander’s red sports car. How cliché, she thought. Why wouldn’t a vampire have a flashy car that was the color of blood to cruise around town in? She shook her head as she walked to the car, the slight heel of her boots clicking on the pavement like an aggravated warning to the vampire. She sat down in the leather coated passenger seat and slammed the door beside her.

“Fine. I’m here,” she snapped. “Now where are we going? Why aren’t you just teleporting us there?”

“We’re going to La Spezia Bella.” The vampire kept his eyes on the road as he drove quickly.

“La Spezia Bella, really?” Amara put her head back against the seat. “An upscale restaurant. Owned by a vampire. A friend of yours, no doubt.”

Alexander shook his head. “No. Not a friend of mine. A vampire, yeah, but not someone I know.”

“I’m a little busy for lunch, Alex. I don’t have the time to play games.”

“We’re not going there for lunch,” he said evenly. He was being careful to keep his voice level and calm, and that worried Amara.

Alexander seemed distant. Distracted. Something was happening, and he wasn’t sharing the information just yet. She wasn’t sure if she should tag along for the ride and brace herself for whatever she was about to see, or if she should jump out of the car.

“Alex,” she tried to keep her voice just a little more tender. “What exactly are you taking me to see?”

“Remember when I told you something big was coming? That killing Warrick would bring more problems? I’m taking you to show you just the beginning of what is in store for us.” He pulled up to the parking lot for La Spezia Bella and parked.

Normally, even in the middle of the day, the lot should have been filled to the brim, but today there was barely a car. Out front, the police were still studying the scene. Yellow police tape surrounded the area. For a moment, Amara wondered why no Administration investigators were called in. I It wasn’t a widely known fact that the owner wasn’t human, and it wouldn’t have surprised her if the local police were completely oblivious.

Alexander led her around the front and past the officers standing outside. Amara didn’t bother pulling out her badge to show who she was. She didn’t need to. The vampire had everything taken care of there. A little mind control over the humans, and they could get into anywhere they pleased.

Once they were inside, Amara’s eyes widened. Bodies littered the room, some lying on the floor while others hunched over tables or face down in their food. One man’s hand still rested on the base of his wine glass. The odd thing was that there was no blood. Not a drop of it anywhere in sight. None of the bodies looked as though there were any injuries. No bites, no bruises, no stabs—nothing. It was as if the entire room just dropped dead where they stood.

“What happened here?” Amara asked as she started into the room. She was careful not to touch anything as she looked around, trying to find some sign of what went wrong.

“The first strike,” Alex said in a quiet, remorseful tone.

“First?” Amara glanced back to him from a few feet away. She looked for clues, but so far nothing seemed out of place.

“First.” The vampire confirmed with a nod. “There’s going to be more. Maybe not like this. Maybe more violent. Something shocking and disturbing that will catch the city off guard. What could be more strange than an entire room of people collapsing dead in the middle of the day for no reason?”

Amara took a moment to look around again. He was right. The problem was, she wasn’t sure what was coming next. Then a thought hit her.

“Where’s the owner?”

“Enrico? Who knows? It’s a good question, isn’t it?”

Amara nodded and started walking back to Alexander. “Why weren’t any of us clued into this? How did you find out?”

“I come here for lunch sometimes. Just because I don’t know Enrico doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate what he does. We’ve never really spoken, but I love the food here. It’s another good question. Why aren’t any of your partners here? It’s obviously not something that happened naturally. Shouldn’t some of your people be here looking into this?”

Amara slipped her hand into her pocket, her fingertips touched the top of her cell phone. Her first instinct was to call this in, but what if they already knew? She wasn’t exactly sure what was going on here. The police could have been trying to branch off and take care of things themselves, which still wouldn’t be a good idea.

“We’re sure we’re not missing something, Alex? We’re absolutely sure this isn’t a gas leak or food poisoning? Maybe one of the chefs went insane and fed them all rat poison.”

“Look around, Amara.” The vampire paused to gesture around the room. “Does this look normal to you? Even the waiters and waitresses are dead. What are the odds that they all ate the food here? Don’t you think that, with my advanced vampire senses, I would be able to smell a gas leak?”

“I’m going to take a closer look around before I call this in. Just to be sure. I don’t want to have our people show up here and hassle the police for nothing. I don’t want to look like the idiot.”

Amara walked around the bodies scattered here and there. She had to check the kitchen and the offices. Maybe, if anything, she could find Enrico, the owner. When she walked into the kitchen, she hadn’t been prepared for what she might find there. As soon as she stepped one foot inside, she took that same step backward.

The smell of burning skin and hair still lingered in the room. She took a few deep breaths and walked in to continue her search. One of the cooks had fallen over on top of a burner and caught fire. She guessed that the police must have found him and put him out because now all that remained was a strip of charcoaled skin stuck to the stove and a burned body on the beautiful linoleum floor. Spilled and splattered food painted the kitchen’s mess, but again, there was no blood. The entire scene felt so off.

“His office is upstairs.” Alexander’s voice made Amara’s heart jump into her throat. She’d been so absorbed in the scene around her that she’d almost forgotten he was there.

Alex put his hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you going to look into it?”

Amara nodded. “Yeah. If we’re going to find anything, I think it’s going to be there. Which way is up?”

“Over this way,” he said and led her past the large white ovens and to a small staircase set far back and off to the side, hidden back near the pantry and fire exit.

The stairs were steep and covered in a strip of dark brown carpeting that stretched up into the hallway and down into the office. The entire area seemed old and unkempt. Even the air had a dingy sort of smell, an aged smell, which reminded Amara of an old library. The walls were a dull shade of white, as if they were painted a long time ago, and no one took the time to keep up with them. The upstairs of the building definitely did not match the lower area where the guests dined.

The office was small and stuffed with files and folders. A small window let the light from the sun outside spill into the room and just in front of the window was an antique wooden desk.

Alexander walked slowly to the desk. Amara watched him move gracefully to a pile of papers and sort through it. She was still being wary of him, half expecting something this bizarre to be some kind of ambush. Amara flipped through some of the files when she heard Alex’s voice again.

“This is strange.” He walked over to Amara with a slip of paper. It was an invitation to his next meeting. “I never sent him an invite.”

“That is odd,” Amara said softly as she looked it over. She held it up to the light, then looked at it again. “Is it a copy, maybe?”

“No, it’s an original,” Alex said, looking down at the ink on his signature. “The ink bulges up, if it were a copy it would be flat. It’s the pen I use to sign with. When people show up, my bouncers know what to look for. This is authentic.”

“Well, why would Enrico have an invitation to your little shindig if he weren’t invited?”

“Too many questions and not enough answers.” He sighed. “I’ll have to up the security. In the meantime, maybe you should get some of your friends in here before the police mess with things a little too much.”

Amara nodded and pulled out her phone, then looked up at Alex. If anyone could give her some more quick answers, it should have been him. He was the vampire in charge of this city. He should know at least a little bit more than she did.

“Have any more clues you’re willing to share before I call? I can’t exactly tell them to call you for more information.”

“Well, until I look into things a little more, not much.”

“I wish I at least knew how everyone in the building could just die at one time. All together. Without so much as a single injury.”

“Well, that I can answer,” Alex started. “You’re either looking for a vampire or a psychic. Both have psychic abilities. The same power I use to keep the police from noticing us can be used to create physical changes as well. My guess is the coroner will rule mark these out as cardiac arrest.”

“So, you’re telling me that someone came in here and just made all their hearts stop—psychically?”

Alexander nodded.

“Great. Just great. Why didn’t I know vampires could do this?”

“Not many of them can,” he explained. “Warrick had some powerful allies. If my guess is right, this isn’t going to be about Warrick. It’s something bigger, Amara. Just keep your wits about you and prepare for war. Things are going to get ugly before this is over.”

“Cryptic clues don’t help very much, Alex,” Amara snapped. She was tired of knowing he wasn’t sharing everything he knew.

“I’m not going to have you jumping to conclusions. Just wait things out and stay on top of your game. I give it a month before you know exactly what is going on.”

“A month?” she sighed and thought on it. “Right before your big Halloween Extravaganza? Some kind of connection there?”

The vampire shook his head, then sighed. “By the Gods, I hope not. That’s the last thing my business needs—being sucked into a gang war.”

“Gang war, huh?” She smirked. She was getting more tidbits more here and there.

“Just keep an eye out for everyone, Amara. You’d be stupid not to. Now…” He took her arm and pulled her toward the door gently, more leading her than dragging her. “I think we should leave and have you make that phone call. Find out why the police haven’t or if they did. Then do me the favor of letting me know which was which.”

“Knew you’d call that in some time,” she said, half-jokingly. At least she felt a little more comfortable around the vampire. That was Stephanie’s fault. She’d been having too good of an influence on Amara.

“That’s not me calling in a favor, Amara. When I do that, it’ll be for something big. If you don’t want to let me know, that’s fine. That’s what I’ve got Jason for.”

The humor drained away from Amara’s face. The way he put it made her feel like he was waiting to ask her to kill someone. Maybe he was. For now, she was done joking around.

She left and let the vampire take her back to her hotel room in silence. The two barely said goodbye to one another, and as soon as she got into her hotel room, she called in the report. She knew The Administration would send someone down right away, and the investigator they sent down would likely find as much as she would have found without the help of Alexander.

Oddly, when they asked her if she found anything while she was there, something inside her told her to keep it to herself for now. She told them what she found, but didn’t share the extra details. For now, she would keep them to herself, and if it came to it later, she would fill in everyone else. She didn’t want to give Alexander a reason to keep her out of his loop if he chose to let her into his circle right now. From the looks of things, she would need all the help she could get.

Chapter Twenty-One

When Amara sat down for dinner the sun was just beginning to lower in the sky behind the wall of colorful trees that grew in the distance. She sat in the outside area of the restaurant, enjoying the rural area she had chosen to stay in. She picked it especially for the wonderful autumn view.

When her phone rang, she wasn’t exactly surprised. She glanced down at the number and recognized it as Jeremy’s and picked up the phone quickly.

“What’s up, Jeremy?”

“We have a problem.” He sounded so very serious, and so unlike Jeremy. Even when things got bad, Jeremy always kept a sense of humor. It was how he dealt with things, by joking about them. If he couldn’t laugh at something, he couldn’t handle it, and if he couldn’t handle whatever was going on, it was a bad sign for everyone else. Jeremy wasn’t laughing.

“Since the attack on Enrico’s restaurant, we’ve had a few others hit. Not just diners, anything vampire or vampire hunter owned.” Jeremy paused for a moment;, Amara assumed it was to gather his thoughts. “Whoever is doing this, they’re not just attacking vampires. They’re attacking anyone who is fighting them, too.”

“Unless it’s two different groups attacking one another,” Amara suggested.

“No. It’s all the same way. It’s all the same cause of death, and it’s groups of people dying at the same time.”

Amara thought for a moment. She thought back to what Alexander said, to the little clues he’d given her. Did she know any vampires who could possibly have the ability to cause someone’s heart to explode? Probably not. She was sure they’d have done it to her already if she did. Whatever was going on, they had to solve this now before anyone else got hurt.

“Meet me at my hotel room in fifteen minutes, Jeremy. You know where I’m at.”

“I can’t,” he sighed. “The station is going crazy. We’re getting calls left and right, and no one seems to know what’s going on. None of our contacts are getting back to us. No one. Nothing.”

“Just come here, Jeremy. Trust me, okay? When have I let you down before?”

Jeremy let out a long, complain of a groan. “This had better be worth it. I’m going to get my ass reamed out for leaving.”

“Just tell them you have a contact that’s only willing to meet in private.” Amara got up to grab the attention of a waitress. She needed her check.

“Do you really have a contact?” Jeremy was suddenly doubting her, and that wasn’t normal either.

“When have I ever let you down?” Amara let the insulted tone ring clear through her voice. She couldn’t believe Jeremy was suddenly hesitant to trust her.

“I’ll be there in twenty minutes. It’ll take me that long to get there,” he finally agreed.

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes then.”

* * * *

A half an hour later, Amara still sat in her hotel room wondering where Jeremy had disappeared to. With everything happening, she really hoped nothing got to Jeremy on his way to her hotel. She thought about calling him more than once, but if she called, and he was already captured, it would only put him in a worse situation. Then again, he could have just been stuck in traffic.

After forty-five minutes Amara grew antsy. She started to take apart her gun to clean it when there was a knock at the door. She cursed quietly, looking down at the disassembled pieces and grabbed her spare from the drawer. She walked to the door and stood off to the side. If anyone decided to fire through the door for at her, she would give them him or her a real surprise.

“Who is it?” she called through the door in a light, upbeat tone. The sort of tone a mother uses to call her children down for breakfast or muffins fresh from the oven.

“Amara, it’s Jeremy. Just let me in. It’s been a long trip.”

Amara opened the door but didn’t lower her gun until she saw he was alone. If someone had been holding him hostage, she would have taken them that person out first.

“What held you up?” she asked as she shut the door behind Jeremy, then carefully locked it.

“Getting out of headquarters. Everything is a mess there right now. Some people are screaming anarchy and others are shouting about vampires. Everything is a wreck.” He looked around the empty room for a moment and sighed. “Did I miss your contact?”

“No,” she shook her head. “Sit down. I have a lot of information to go over with you.”

“Wait a minute,” He glared at her, and his tone rose with anger. “You had me leave and come here for information you could’ve damn well given me over the phone?”

“No, I couldn’t have given you this over the phone. It’s information I don’t think I’m really supposed to be sharing, but given the circumstances, I think it’s appropriate.”

“Where’d you get this mysterious information from anyway? How’d you get tipped off before anyone else?” Jeremy sounded more and more accusing. Maybe it was just the stress of the situation, but it was fairly obvious what he was saying.

“Wait a minute.” Now it was Amara’s turn to get angry. “Are you accusing me of something?”

“It’s just strange,” he snapped at her, keeping close to the door. “Stephanie is gone, you’re on your own again, and suddenly there are these bizarre attacks, and you’re the one who found out about them first. You’re the only one with any information or so much as an inkling of what’s going on. You have me leave the H.Q. to come meet with you and some contact who isn’t here when I get here.”

“You’re almost a half an hour late, Jeremy. People have things to do with their lives. Now are you sitting down and listening to what I’ve got, or are you leaving?”

She didn’t bother to argue the fact that her having the information was strange. It was, she couldn’t deny him that fact. Hell, if their positions were reversed, she probably would have been accusing Jeremy of the same thing. After all the time she spent thinking other people were behaving strangely or that they were shady or hiding things, here she stood in the same situation. The only difference was that she wasn’t completely sure anyone else had anything to hide. She knew she kept some information from Jeremy and it felt wrong. It almost made her feel guilty.

Jeremy watched Amara for a long moment as he debated the situation. Amara had always been a loner. She had always been the sort of person to manipulate situations for her own good. He was never sure he could really trust her. What choice did he have right now? Any information was more than what they had, and Amara never let them down on information.

“Okay,” he said and sat down on one of the chairs near the door. “What’s up?”

“Grab a pen and paper, and don’t put my name anywhere in this. I don’t want anything being connected with me.”

Jeremy gave her another look. This was the first time she didn’t want credit for her hard work. At least that he knew of anyway.

“I’m serious,” Amara said. She knew this looked worse and worse to him. “I’ll explain after I tell you what I’ve got. I promise.”

Jeremy sighed and pulled out a pent and pad. He always kept one on him. It had been his job for so long to take notes and analyze situations that it just became second nature to keep those things in his pocket.

“Okay, first off, it’s vampires. At least a single vampire with the ability to manipulate a human’s body instead of just their mind.” Amara paused and watched as Jeremy scribbled down her words. When he glanced back up at her and lifted his pen, she knew it was the signal to continue. “It’s connected to Warrick’s death, I’m just not completely sure how just yet. I think Warrick may have been part of some sort of war. Maybe over turf? Or possibly just in vampire covens? I’m not sure. When Warrick died, it set off a chain reaction.”

She paused again and watched as Jeremy wrote it down. He glanced up and gave her a curious look, as if he wasn’t sure he believed her.

“How can you be sure it’s got to do with Warrick?” he asked her.

“Just trust me, Jeremy. It does. I don’t have proof yet, but I’ll get it for you. The police aren’t calling things in anymore. I’m not completely sure why, but it looks like they’re trying to take over the paranormal cases for themselves rather than letting us handle them. Part of me feels like they may be involved. Somehow.” Amara sighed and put her head in her hands. “Something big is about to happen, and I don’t have the damnedest clue what it is. It was described to me as a ‘gang war’.”

Jeremy wrote it down, then got up and walked over to Amara. She was still standing, but looked like a lost child. Even with her looking so young, being trapped in such a young body, Jeremy had never seen her look that way before. He put his hand on her shoulder to reassure her.

“Things will be okay. They always turn out. Always.”

“Thanks to groups like The Administration,” she added and looked up at him through tired, worried eyes. This was about as much stress as she could handle. “If we’re not called in anymore and vampires take the police…what happens then?”

“That’s not going to happen,” he said it as if it were a promise. Something he felt absolutely sure of. “Even if no one calls us in, we’re still here to protect the general public from these creeps with our lives. It’s what we do. It’s what we’ve always done. We sign up for this, and we’re all very passionate about it. Things will be okay. I promise.”

Amara couldn’t help but smile a bit at that. It actually did make her feel just a little bit better. She still had to keep her mind on the case and what was going on.

“So who is your contact, anyway?” Jeremy finally asked. He set the notebook down beside him, a sign that he was keeping this particular note out of his files.

Amara needed the extra verbal assurance that he wouldn’t add it in later.

“Just between you and me? Off the record?” she checked.

“Completely off the record,” he said with a firm nod. If Amara was willing to tell him, he could keep it a secret, or at least he hoped.

“Alexander Sef.”

Jeremy’s eyes widened, and Amara looked down. Why did it suddenly feel like such a shameful thing to get information from him? She had just worked with him a few months before to bring down The Yellow Sun Diner. Then again, Jeremy didn’t know that. They hadn’t really mentioned who helped them when they all filed their reports. It was really for Christopher’s benefit, but now that she really thought on about it, maybe it was for hers as well.

“What if he’s part of this? What if this is all some plot of his?” Jeremy was careful to keep his tone soft. He knew this would be a tender subject with Amara. She was his friend, and he knew she probably went through a lot with this, but he was starting to worry about the state of her mental health.

“It’s not. I’m sure of it.”

“How can you be sure? It’s Alexander Sef we’re talking about,” he said it as if she needed reminding. “He’s always got his own agenda. He’s got his own plans and he’ll use anyone—especially you—as a pawn to bring them to life.”

“I know,” she sighed deeply. “It’s a conversation I walked in on months ago. Something I just pushed to the back of my mind at the time. I almost forgot about it, but today I was reminded. During the meeting I crashed with Stephanie and Chris, Alex talked about something which that could be the end of vampires. He said he would protect his people and wouldn’t put ‘his people’ at risk to do something to benefit vampires.”

Amara sat down on the bed and looked over to Jeremy. “At first, I thought he meant his vampires. You know, the vampires are his servants. Part of his personal coven. Later, I realized he feels responsibility for the entire city. All the people—dead or alive—that live within his realm belong to him. He feels like he needs to protect them.”

“You’re sounding a little too attached.” Jeremy sounded very concerned. “Maybe you should consider checking yourself into The Clinic for a little observation.”

“I’m not kidding, Jeremy.” Amara glared at him. “I’m telling you what I know. He was talking about keeping humans alive. I think he’s on our side with this one. I think he’s here to help this time. When it’s over, we can rip his heart out. Hell, I’ll rip his heart out. It’s been my dream ever since he murdered my parents, but for now, we could use him. He’s our inside source when no one else will be.”

“That’s the problem, Amara. No one else will be. Why is he being so bold?” Jeremy pointed out. If no other vampires—or even other hunters—were willing to help, then why him?

“He’s Alexander Sef.” She gave him a very bland look, as if she’d had this conversation before. “If he’s not afraid of us ,what is he going to be afraid of?”

“If he’s helping us, he’s afraid of something,” Jeremy remarked.

“That’s the scary thought.” Amara glanced out the window at the setting sun. “What’s big and scary enough to worry Alexander Sef so much that he’d help The Administration?”

“No,” Jeremy corrected her. “The question is: what is big and scary enough to make Alexander Sef come looking for help from you?”

Amara nodded thoughtfully. The more she thought about this the more she didn’t like it. Jeremy was right. If Alexander tried to help her with this, it meant he would ask for her help later. She already figured that part out herself, but she had not put as much thought into it as she probably should have. Whatever it was he was about to ask her to face had to be something tremendous. Something he couldn’t take on himself.

“Don’t bring up the source, okay?” Amara asked Jeremy one last time. “Don’t mention where this information came from. Me or Alexander.”

Jeremy nodded. He could keep that promise to her. “You need to make me a promise too.”

“What’s that?” Amara asked and glanced back at her friend.

“Don’t get too deep in this,” he asked softly. It was almost like he was pleading with her, begging her. “Don’t get in over your head.”

“I promise,” Amara said softly, but it reminded her of the way Christopher promised not to get killed by Crimson. It was a promise held together very loosely with circumstance.

Chapter Twenty-Two

After a while, the murders slowed down. It was as if it were one large event to grab the attention of the world—but only got the attention of the vampire hunting societies and a few “conspiracy theorists” who blamed the government and its chemical testing for the deaths. The vampire hunters knew better, but it was for the best that the general human populous didn’t know the truth.

The last thing anyone needed was mass hysteria. Well, it was the last thing anyone trying to keep the peace needed.

Amara did more digging around, trying to find something, anything, that could help. Some of the other investigators working on the case were starting to simply let it go. It was getting harder and harder for her to keep everyone motivated and on track of things. She couldn’t exactly explain to them that things were going to get worse, or that they were going to happen again. Not without citing sources for them, and that just could not happen right now. So, she took the time to try to get some of the work done herself while the other hunters went back to their regular missions.

For now, Amara sat in the large, labyrinth of books that The Administration dubbed its “Resource Hall”. Books, files, folders and computers filled the room. Records of every vampire, vampire hunter, lycanthrope, and any other paranormal creature or staff member who ever crossed paths with The Administration or one of its hunters was kept here. Occasionally, the company would import files from other vampire hunting facilities as well—and then keep files on its partners.

It was probably best to keep on the up and up on everyone, because right now, Amara wasn’t sure who could be trusted and who could not be. The police were less willing to help with any Administration related matters, and weren’t exactly welcoming of the help lent to them for their cases classified as “Paranormal” or “Other Worldly”.

Amara was convinced there was a mole somewhere, and this person needed to be found. She slowly pieced the puzzle together, and tried to pull faces out of her memory of who was in the room when she crashed Alexander’s meeting. She was silently kicking herself for not paying closer attention at the time. She remembered exactly the amount of people in the room, where every exit or potential weapon had been, but all the faces drew blanks.

She could have asked Alexander for a party list, but then he would have wanted to know what the information she was pulling up was for. She wasn’t willing to share with anyone that she was not one hundred percent sure she could trust. Jeremy was a good partner for now.

When Stephanie came back, she would be able to help too, but in for the time being, it was just the two of them. They were doing a fine job as things were. At least that’s what Amara hoped was true.

“When does Stephanie come back?” Jeremy asked as he flipped through the pages of one of the books. It was as if he were reading Amara’s mind.

“Not until the end of October. Hopefully, by then we won’t need her help looking for information.”

“We’re really not coming up with anything,” he sighed and slammed the book in front of him shut. “We don’t have anything new to go off of. We know there are two groups of vampires fighting, but we’re not sure over what.

“We know they’ve taken their fights to the street, and there are human casualties, but we can’t tell those apart from the run of the mill human being eaten by a vampire.” Jeremy looked down for a moment at the book’s cover, then rested his head against it. “I hate to say it, but we’ve gotta wait for something else to happen.”

“I know,” she said quietly, and the words tasted bitter on her tongue. It felt like she was admitting defeat. Like she was simply giving up.

She wondered other things as well. What if Jeremy were right? What if this was all some set up by Alexander to drive her insane? What if he just kept her busy while he concocted some new scheme? If that was it, then it was brilliant because it worked. The thought made her snap out of her temporary trance and look back to Jeremy.

“Let’s get out of here and get some real work done. I’m so far behind on my missions that it’s disgusting.” She pushed up and stretched, feeling her muscles tighten. The two had been sitting for so long that her body was falling asleep.

“That sounds good to me. I need to move around at least a little bit. We’ve been at this for weeks. Everything died down. I think we’re in a safe zone if not in the clear.” Jeremy smiled at her as he got up and put the book back on the shelf.

“Keep your eyes and ears open. If any hints or signs come our way, I want to be sure neither of us misses it.”

Jeremy nodded and headed for the large, wooden double doors. Amara stood and watched him leave, but didn’t follow right away. Instead, she pulled out her phone and dialed for Alexander. The phone rang a few times before he answered.

“Any updates?” he asked Amara when he picked up.

“That’s a dangerous way for you to answer the phone. What if someone else got a hold of mine?” she scolded him.

“I’ll be more careful next time. Did you find anything?”

“No.” She sighed. “I’ve got to get back to normal work though, Alex. I’m sorry, but we’ve decided to wait for something more to happen before we can press matters forward. We need something else to go off of. Unless you have something to report?”

Amara was drawing at straws at this point. She hoped Alexander might have found something to tell her. Otherwise, they really were stuck waiting. Their trail would have truly run cold.

“Good news. I do have something, actually. Found our heart-breaker vampire.” He sounded like a child announcing good news to a parent. It was exciting news.

“Really?” Amara’s voice rose a pitch in anticipation. She couldn’t help but smile, and it reflected in her tone.

“His name is Alfonzo. He’s only about two hundred or so years old, so he shouldn’t be much of a challenge for you and your friends. I’ve got his address, phone number, all the information you need to find him and put a bullet in his head.” The sound of Alexander shuffling through papers came through the phone as he went through the file he’d gotten on the vampire.

“That’s great and all, Alex, but if he’s so young and weak how is he killing all these people? You’re sure you have the right vampire?”

“Alfonzo was a psychic when he was human.” He sounded like he was half reading the information off the papers and half reciting from memory. “When he was turned, it enhanced his abilities. It only works on animals and humans. Never on vampires, werewolves, or anyone who can repel psychic attacks. So, even the human hunters you’ve got there should be fine as long as they stay on their guard.”

Amara bit her lip lower lip as she thought about it. She really wasn’t willing to put all the other hunters at risk. It would be catastrophic if they all went after this vampire, and his mind tricks worked on them. She wondered, just how confident was Alexander with this information?

“So, I can take Chris along then?” she asked, deciding to test his certainty, and there was a hesitation on the other line that made her just the slightest bit worried.

“As long as you can find him and get Crimson to agree to let him help,” he finally answered.

“You say that like you have your doubts,” Amara noted.

“I do. Crimson is on a sort of lock down with its hunters. They haven’t been letting many out or in. Something is going on. If you can get Chris out of there, do it. There’s more about this vampire you need to know.”

“What’s that?” She sighed. There always seemed to be a downside.

“His girlfriend. She’s the one you need to be careful about. He’s got the mind power—so to speak. She’s nearly nine hundred years old and has the physical vampire strength. Warrick was only six-hundred or so. So be ready for this one. Make sure your team is ready.”

“So what you’re saying is when we go up against Alfonzo, we’ve got to take on his lover too? Typical.”

“Sorry, Amara, but you know that’s how things work. She’s got a fiery temper so just be careful. Make sure everyone is at their best when you go after them.”

Amara nodded then realized Alexander wouldn’t be able to see it. “I’ll get on it. I‘ll wait for Stephanie to get back, and then I‘ll get Christopher brought back over.”

“Just don’t get hurt or in trouble trying to get him out. It won’t help him for you to get killed.”

“I just don’t want to see him stuck in that hell forever,” Amara said quietly.

After a long, thick silence Alexander finally responded. For a few moments, she thought he might have hung up on her. She was about to check when he spoke again.

“Okay. I can understand that. Just stay safe, Amara.”

“Do me a favor, Alex. Don’t pretend to be my friend,” she said firmly. “We’re working together. When this is all over, things go back to the way they were.”

“By the time this is done, you might not feel that way anymore, Mirth,” he said lightly.

“Don’t push your luck,” she said sharply and snapped her phone shut. No point in making things easy for him now.

Amara walked back to the doorway. As much as she would have loved to doubt him, somewhere deep inside herself—back far in her mind or deep in her heart—she knew he told the truth, and that was probably the worst part of this all. Amara knew something awful was about to happen, and the entire group had nothing to do but wait for it to come. All they could do would be to prepare.

Stephanie was already away at her magic retreat. Amara was sure she learned new tricks every day. The girl was already a fantastic witch, creating spells, performing auric healing, and generating walls of energy for protection or trapping their target. Sure, their personalities clashed a little bit, but even Amara believed Stephanie had the potential to become a very powerful, very influential witch.

Christopher was back at Crimson, which meant he would train every day anyway. As long as he didn’t slip up and get thrown back into the Clinic and brainwashed again, that was. She hoped he could stay out of trouble long enough to help. She hadn’t been able to get in touch with him about anything going on either. His phone was going to voice mail, and he hadn’t returned her calls—which was normal for Christopher. If he were on a mission, she wouldn’t expect the calls to be returned until after he was finished. As soon as he called, she would fill him in. She may not have trusted him completely, but the worst he could do would be to tell Alexander the information she told him—and Alexander already knew. The vampire had been the one to tell her.

Alexander, well, he was as in this as the rest of them. Maybe even deeper. It seemed like he had a lot to lose if whatever this was happened to go badly. She counted on the idea that he would stand by the rest of the group. It seemed like a stupid notion, to rely on a vampire, but it was all they had.

Jeremy wasn’t really a hunter per se. He was more one of the team’s investigators. As far as Amara knew, he never had any real fighting experience. Sure, everyone in The Administration learned the basics of fighting and self-defense, but Jeremy had never been in an actual fight. He was more of a thinker, which was fine when it came to getting information, and they needed as much information as they could get right now.

With their limited resources, Amara hoped things held together. Whenever—whatever this was came, they would stand together and take it down. That much, she was confident in. Because when the whole group worked together, despite their differences, they came out on top.

This time, their coming out on top might be worth more than saving a few people from a vampire. It might be worth saving the world.

About the Author:

Elizabeth Darker grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania with a very haunting history. Her grandmother had begun to hand her horror novels at a very young age, and when Elizabeth was old enough to write she began churning out stories about vampires and werewolves. Now, Elizabeth still resides in Pennsylvania but travels often, always on the search for new inspiration. When she is not writing, she enjoys hiking, camping, collecting Egyptian artifacts, and playing with her son. To learn more about Elizabeth Darker, visit her website www.edarker.com

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