Chapter Four: Katya

“Your Alpha is a piece of work ain’t he?” I ask walking back down the hallway with the burly werewolf trying to follow behind me. 

“He’s a good man.” He answers. 

“For that girl's sake in there, I hope he’s a good lay.” I laugh, I walk out of the front door and down the steps and turn to look at the werewolf. “Oh, and the next time you go in the club saying you’re going to test a vampire, think again.” 

“I misspoke but I won’t be asked about shots.” He shivers “I hate those things.” He looks down. 

“You’re new so we will forgive it this time lurch,” I say smiling. 

“Markus. My name is Markus.” He looks offended. 

“Markus.” I nod, turning my Dyna on. 

I get back to my club, walking in the back door. Dillan and Tracy are arguing over something already. Didn’t they just both clock in? 

“Hey!” I whistle loudly to get their attention “What the fuck now?” I ask holding my arms out at my sides. 

“Dillan says I ordered too much Tequila.” Tracy whines. 

“Tracy stop whining. Dillan what happened?” I say rubbing my forehead. Tracy was a new vampire. She had just turned 17 which meant I let her work and help me with paperwork for my business, and answer phones. I remembered being 17 with nowhere in sight to go and no help. 

“This chick just straight ordered 1000 fifths of Tequila.” He said shaking his head. 

“Okay, and the order can’t be canceled?” I asked, seeing Tracy on the verge of tears. 

“Nope. No can do.” 

“Okay here’s what we do Dillan. We get the Tequila and do Tequila Twosdays, and charge two bucks a shot of Tequila. More people will come, therefore we will offset the cost and get more people.” I say and start walking away. 

“Wait. You really think that’ll work?” Dillan asks. 

“Of course! These humans love to drink shit that makes them act a fool.” I laugh. 

Tracy follows close behind me. 

“What Tracy?” I ask stopping in the middle of my empty club. 

“So, um “ She looks at the floor.

“What?” I ask starting to get annoyed. 

“The Alpha Morpheus called asking to meet with you.” 

“And?”

“I said yes, and scheduled him for 3 pm in your conference room.” 

I look at the clock behind the bar it was 2:15. 

“Tracy, what? Why?” I say rushing towards the elevator. Whenever an Alpha wanted to meet it was seldom any good. 

“I’m sorry, did I do something else wrong?” Tracy whined. 

“No get to the conference area, fifteenth floor and get it ready, and Tracy stop whining.” I say as the doors close. 

I push the P1 button on the elevator. I lived on the top of the building. I had various apartments created for the vampires who didn’t have homes, which was most of them. They paid back into the building and worked for me. I employed Lycan and Vampire but mostly vampire. At 19 my grandmother, on my mother’s side found me. Why she couldn’t have searched for me as a child was beyond me, but she found me and attempted to make a decent relationship. At the time I was working in a coffee shop barely making ends meet. She didn’t know what I was, but she knew I was different. Her daughter had committed suicide when I was around 13 and in the foster care system. I was her only heir, and she left her wealth to me. At 21 she passed away. Now six years later I had created a safe place for vampires. I hated that we were cast out. The Lycans had their packs, we only had ourselves. So starting this business, was rocky at first. My father fought me at every turn. Created rules, and regulations, and paid people off to break in. However, when he stepped down, my half-sister, Alpha of the Zion pack left well enough alone. She didn’t help, but she didn’t hurt either. She was raised to have animosity toward me. Everyone always questioned why I didn’t hold the white irises to my eyes like they did, causing them to wear contacts if they went among the humans. I ended up with the eyes of a cat, slit upward with an orange-red tint to them, the color changed depending on the mood according to others, but I never noticed, because I rarely looked in the mirror. 

I changed quickly throwing my torn jeans and t-shirt away. I stepped into my closet and picked a black suit I wore to most business meetings with the humans. Placing the heels on my feet and glanced toward the clock. Time to go. 

I entered the conference room expecting Morpheus and his mate Althea, instead, I was face to face with the man I had just tossed a head at while he was buried balls deep in a cute little blonde. 

“Morpheus.” I nodded trying to hide my surprise. 

“Katya.” He stood, smiling his infectious smile. Morpheus wanted change. He wanted to rid forbidding anyone from packs and wanted vampires and Lycan to work side by side for a change. His wife Althea was just as open to the idea, while all the other Lycans believed we should be beneath them. 

I smiled back. I turn to look at the man with him. He was quite good-looking with his blue eyes and black hair. He stood taller than me by a foot. Morpheus was easily 6’5 and 220 pounds but seemed like a teddy bear to anyone who knew him. 

“I’m Killian,” Killian said, holding his hand out. 

“Nice to see you again this time without the blonde attachment,” I say shaking his hand. 

“Well normally princess when you barge into someone’s house you walk into shit you don’t want to, you know.” He said fixing his tie. 

“Hope you washed your hands,” I say walking to the head of the table. “Morpheus what’s up?” 

“Well now that the two of you are done with your lover's quarrel.” He laughed. “We have an issue.”

“What issue. You have an issue. The werewolves have an issue. I a lonely vampire hold no issue.” I say leaning back in my chair. 

Killian goes into a coughing fit. “Vampire?” He asks. 

“Yes Killian, a vampire. That is what I am.” I state showing my annoyance. “While you are new here I’ll forgive the rudeness in your tone, but I am a vampire.” 

“No Katya, we have an issue.” Morpheus states. 

“What?” I say rolling my eyes towards Killian and looking back at Morpheus. 

“ I live on the town's western border, and more and more vampires and Lycan are disappearing. I refuse to forbid my people so I know that something is going on.” The concern in his eyes was genuine. 

“Disappearing?” I was starting to get a headache, which rarely happened unless I missed my injections. 

“Yes, I had a couple of vampires residing in my bounds and they would kill the forbidden or work for our shops. I told you I wanted to integrate your people with mine, anyway, a few days ago our second vampire and third Lycan left without a trace.” 

“My people. As if I command them at will.” I scoff. “No the vampire people live and work on their own, I only provide a safe haven if you will.” 

“When did this start happening?” I ask. 

“About a month ago. It’s happening at an astonishing rate.” He answered. 

“Althea?” I ask, knowing she would have a say in this. 

“She is concerned, having only birthed our daughter, she can’t do much but worry.” 

“The other packs?” I ask looking to Killian. 

“I just took over sweet cheeks, and our rosters are sort of, um off.” He answered rubbing the back of his neck. 

“Off?” I ask raising my eyebrow. 

“Okay, nonexistent. Derrick really screwed the pooch on some stuff out there, but I’m working on it.” He answered irritated. 

“So why come to me?” I ask. 

“You, Katya are the most lethal huntress I know. You fear nothing, and I was hoping you could help me er us figure this out. Plus it affects your people also, and before you say the vampire doesn’t follow you they do. I was planning on offering us to the council to consider the vampire a whole, a pack if you will if someone will lead. We have to work together. Something is going on.” 

Morpheus hardly ever panicked. He was a man that thought before he acted, which is why he and I got along so well. I look at him and sigh. 

“Meet with the council, see what they want to do about this issue, not bringing our people into a pack, because I don’t want the responsibility of a pack, but see what they decide, and let me know,” I say standing up. 

“You lead and hold responsibility without knowing.” Morpheus stands up with Killian following. 

Killian held his hand out to shake again. I took it not wanting to make Morpheus uncomfortable. I felt the shock and electricity arc from him to me, and from me to him, we both jumped back surprised. 

“That was weird. “ He said, holding his hand and looking at it. 

“I’ll be seeing you both,” I say starting to walk away. 

“Hey Goth Barbie next time can you knock?” Killian asks loudly behind me. 

“What and miss the show?” I ask walking to my office and closing the door. 

That electricity was definitely odd. I looked at my hand. Okay yeah, he was definitely good looking but I didn’t need my hand zapping everyone I thought was cute.