Bruce stretched his leg muscles, hoping to relieve some of the pain that seemed to radiate clear to the marrow of his bones. When he’d agreed to allow me to give him a crash course in martial arts self-defense, he had no idea how physically challenging it would be.
He always prided himself in his well preserved and athletic body. He’d been a valued player on his college football team and continued to play with a local group of Owego residents on weekends just for fun. He was also an adept and avid hunter. Even so, his body was screaming in shocked surprise at the number of muscles he possessed that hadn’t seen action; possibly ever.
The floorboards of his cabin’s porch creaked under his weight as he paced back and forth; partially out of impatience while he waited for me to return with the newlyweds, and partially to keep his muscles from tightening up any more than they already were.
Our good friends and my fellow escapees from vampire captivity, Shen, and Dao-Ming, were married while visiting her mother in China. We’d debated whether or not their going was a wise decision under the present circumstances. We weren’t out of the woods with these vampires and a plan for stopping them needed to be formulated, but, after all that had happened, no one could deny them a short trip back to China to assure Dao-Ming’s mother that she was fine and to allow her to bask in a little motherly love. While there, they felt an overwhelming need to marry while in the comforting embrace of their loved ones. Since Bruce and I were in need of healing both body and soul, we sought the peace and quiet his cabin offered while we waited for them to return.
Although my body had been put to the test during our vampire encounters -it had been broken in some spots and severely beaten in others- I’d healed with remarkable speed. I attributed it to my desire to get back out there and finish what we’d started. Now, not even a month later, my wounded ankle and the fractured rib cage were as good as new. It was a classic example of mind over matter.
I carefully worked Bruce’s black SUV through the deep ruts that thick tires and melting snow caused in the long dirt drive leading to his cabin. Spring was slow to come to the Southern Tier of New York and even slower on its wooded hillsides. Even so, the sun managed to peek through the treetops just enough to work its magic on the brilliant white blanket of twinkling snow and, little by little, it was being whittled away; allowing tiny buds to peek through.
Bruce looked quizzically past me, only to find his SUV carried no other passengers.
Barely waiting for me to park, he bellowed, “I thought you were bringing the newlyweds. What happened?”
I eased my foot over a large puddle as I balanced my body while closing the door behind me.
“You really need to figure something out with this drive if you plan on spending a lot of time up here. This is bad,” I grumbled with annoyance.
“Never mind that,” Bruce scowled, “Where are Shen and Dao-Ming? What happened?”
“I don’t know,” I replied. “They weren’t on the plane. I checked with the airlines. Man, are they tight with their info. It took me hours before I finally found someone who’d tell me that they put their tickets on hold.”
“Are you kidding me?” he said incredulously.
“I don’t get it. I’m hoping to hop online and find an e-mail waiting for me explaining it all,” I said as I held my blackberry up over my head and rotated my body. “I haven’t been able to get enough reception with this stupid thing all day. I knew I should’ve met them at JFK instead of agreeing to a connecting flight in Syracuse. These mountains are cell phone nightmares.”
“I hear ya,” he said as he reached into a small portable cooler, produced two bottles of beer, and handed one to me. “Do you think they’re okay?”
“I sure hope so,” I said as I tipped the bottle to my lips and allowed the cool, carbonation to pour down my throat.
“Should we go back to my place in town?” he asked.
“Is your computer hooked up?” I replied with a scowl. “I don’t know if I’ll get reception with this thing in town either.”
“What do you have your mailbox with?” he asked.
“G-Mail,” I said with curiosity. “Does it matter?”
“Okay then. We’re in business,” he said with a smile.
I handed my empty bottle to Bruce and picked my way back through thick slush to my SUV. I was anxious to get to a computer and see what message, if any, Shen might have sent. I was concerned about his last minute change in flight. I was against his trip to begin with. It was too dangerous. Now, all I could do was hope their flight change was for family reasons and not because they were discovered and were trying to fool the enemy.
****
The desert heat assaulted Shen as he stepped out of the airline terminal to hail a cab. He was back in Las Vegas, the city of sin.
Only a few months ago he’d fought for his life alongside Bruce and me against the cannibalistic vampires who’d held him captive, while keeping him in a drug induced state that stripped him of his own will as they forced him to breed on command. His body shuddered involuntarily as the still vivid memories of the traumatic ordeal flashed through his mind.
He moved through the crowd in a robotic fashion while his eyes scoped it warily. We’d destroyed the mutant-vampires who’d held us captive and we were sure the ones who managed to escape weren’t cannibalistic mutants and couldn’t walk in the light of day, but until we found those demons of the night and destroyed them as well, they’d be a constant threat to us and those we held dear.
He’d given it considerable thought while resting in China. Tatyana and the baby were the key. Find them and we’d find the vampires. He was certain of it.
The baby was half-vampire and would turn if encouraged. Dracula’s first born, Dragomir, wanted to take the infant back to Dracula immediately after his birth, but Tatyana had cradled her newborn half-vampire, half-human brother and fled during the confusion. Shen was certain Dragomir would search for the baby. Yes, Tatyana and her baby brother were the key to finding and destroying Dragomir and his clan before they found and destroyed us.
His sources had contacted him while he was still in China to tell him they’d spotted Tatyana working in a small out of the way casino in Las Vegas. Shen immediately changed his travel plans with Dao-Ming and had hastened to Las Vegas. He promised Dao-Ming that, as soon as he accomplished securing Tatyana’s safety with Bruce and me, he’d return to China for her and they’d come back to the states together. He had no intention of letting her travel alone again.
In his haste to leave, he neglected to inform Bruce and me of his change in plans. He decided it was probably just as well. He knew we’d have insisted on joining him and he wanted nothing more than to grab Tatyana and the baby and slip in and out of ‘“Sin City”’ as quickly as he could. He didn’t plan on being there long enough to justify us coming. As soon as he reached the hotel, he’d fill us in on what was happening and what flight we could expect the three of them to fly in on.
Tatyana smiled as she made her way down the alley to her efficiency apartment that was recessed in the back of the small, out of the way Las Vegas motel. It took some time for her to relax and settle in with Charles, but, after many restless and fearful nights, she finally felt like she and her infant brother could relax and begin to enjoy life.She was starting to trust people again. That was a luxury that she hadn’t known since her mother, Anouska, decided to leave Russia with her and her two siblings. Anouska had put her faith and trust in the wrong people to help them get to the United States safely and those people had placed Anouska, Tatyana, and Osip in the hands of that despicable mutant-vampire, Wadim.Tatyana scowled as she remembered the tortuous years she’d spent living in Wadim’s mutant-vampire den that was hidden behind a magic veil in the midst of Fremont Street. Nothing stuck more
Shen’s head throbbed as he merged with the crowd on Las Vegas Blvd while making his back to his hotel. He’d stepped out for a quick bite to eat at a nearby restaurant and was regretting his decision. The blazing sun was so hot that it scorched his bare head, intensifying the pulsing of the lump he’d received a few days earlier.He’d awoken, in the middle of the night, stretched out on his bed with no idea of how he’d gotten there. His pillow was spotted with blood that leaked through the make-shift bandage someone -he could only assume was Tatyana or Maggie- applied. He called room service for some aspirin and a strong drink and pulled himself to the bathroom to investigate his wounds. He suspected he had a concussion.His disappointment in his meeting with Tatyana was overshadowed by his desire to put as much space between himself and Las Vegas as he could. He booked a flight to New York and telephoned me to fill me in.
Tatyana piled into the airport shuttle with the other passengers. She was grateful for the opportunity to blend in with the group. Her flight from Las Vegas to San Diego was smooth and uneventful, but she didn’t dare relax until she and Charles were safely tucked away at Maggie’s Aunt Elsa’s house.Tatyana’s only exposure to the United States, since leaving Russia, had been Las Vegas. She was used to the glitter and excitement of the city and found San Diego to be bland in comparison. Finding nothing to hold her interest, she closed her eyes and buried her face in her sleeping brother’s neck while she cradled him close and tried to relax.****Maggie had listened intently to Tatyana’s tale of the chain of events that had led up to her discovering her and her newborn brother living in the abandoned car. Although she hadn’t known Maggie for very long, Tatyana trusted her. Riski
Elsa Prescott came from a long line of mystical priestesses. Her great, great, grandmother who was captured into slavery when she was a young woman held the secrets of their traditions close to her chest. She passed them down with careful accuracy to her children and grandchildren. Her daughters and granddaughters -respectful of the honor bestowed upon them- took great pains to maintain purity in everything they did. If the old woman could have worked next to her great, great, grandmother while preparing a tonic or potion, her great, great, grandmother would have been pleased to see that the contents, measurements, words, and movements remained original and precise.Elsa’s family name was Sekibo. When her great, great grandmother was forced to lay with her owner, the six children she bore him were given his surname and English first names. The following generations, both female and male, either by choice or by force, continued to mix with whites. By th
The sun was just coming up on the horizon as I paced the porch of my cousin’s cabin. I’d tried calling Bruce repeatedly to let him know that Shen wasn’t on the plane. Something was wrong. I wanted to grab Bruce and fly out immediately, but I wasn’t able to reach him on either his cell phone or his land line, so I drove back from the airport as fast as the speed limits allowed.At first, I wasn’t too concerned about my inability to reach Bruce on the phone, since the thick foliage of New York’s Southern Tier often impaired cell phone reception. Also, if Bruce was out and about, his land line would have been worthless. It wasn’t until I reached the cabin just as dawn was breaking and Bruce was nowhere to be found that concern set in. Where could he have gone?We had no time to spare. I went over Bruce and my last conversation in my mind. I hoped that he’d said something that would clue me in on where
Phoenix Arizona was three hours behind the east coast, so we’d only lost a few hours of daylight from our flight and the transfer time in Atlanta. Both Bruce and I were edgy about wandering around in places we weren’t familiar with after the sun had set. We weren’t afraid of being mugged or robbed, but had a real concern about running into a creature of the night; something we wouldn’t have dreamed of worrying about a few months ago.We were well equipped and prepared to handle vampires, but now we had to face werewolves. We didn’t have enough knowledge to deal with them. There were questions that needed to be answered, and answered quickly.Bruce’s arm was looking angry near the werewolf gash he’d received. Was it a typical wound infection, or was it something that would lead to a far greater problem? We just didn’t know. These were answers we needed, and needed now.The sizable tip that I
Shen paced his cage. He’d heard the guards talking. Stevenson had decided to fight him. He was of the mind that a few good fights would give him the exposure he needed to prove Shen’s worth. He’d then auction him off to the highest bidder. He was to start in Las Vegas and move on from there. There were underground locations for this type of illegal fighting all around the world and Stevenson intended on displaying him at locations where the most prominent and affluent frequented before he began the auction. Of course, he had to survive all the fights. Stevenson had witnessed enough of his fighting ability to believe he would.Shen pulled at the bars of his cage. He needed to find a way out. Time was jumbled for him. He had no idea how long he’d been held captive, but it was long enough to allow his wounds to heal. Fortunately, Stevenson had refrained from drugging him. He wanted to keep him as sharp and alert as possible f
Vampires! What in the name of L’wah was Maggie thinking? How could she jeopardize her family in this way? Elsa’s bare feet padded across the ornate flagstone of her garden patio as she tried to think of a way out of the mess her niece had managed to get her into.She’d listened to enough stories from her mama that were handed down to her from her mama, and to her from her mama, and so on, to believe in the existence of vampires. They were vile, blood sucking creatures to be sure. Rumor had it that her great, great, great uncle had lost his bride-to-be to a vampire, but that was just rumor. It hadn’t ever been proven. She could have just as easily been scooped up by some slave trader she’d had the misfortune of stumbling into. Even so, vampires existed. She was certain of that.Now, after years of dealing with various aspects of the underworld, and managing to avoid any type of interaction or confrontation with vampi
After several days with no sign of Dragomir, Osip felt it was safe to assume that he’d met his demise by that cursed werewolf. This was a disaster.He’d set out to bring back to Count Dracula his half-brother along with, if possible, the Tugurlan cousins. Instead, he’d managed to lead Dragomir right to his fate. Now the Count had two legitimate sons and one bastard son who were dead, as well as the commander, who happened to be one of the Count’s favored vampires, and he was still no closer to producing the Tugurlan cousins or his infant half-brother. This was very bad.He needed to think of a way around it all. He needed to save his station here and status back home. His mind whirled as he struggled for an idea.Nandru’s study felt stifling. He needed air. As he stepped out into the corridor he almost collided with Lucinda, who was carrying Nandru’s newborn son in her arms. Osip looked clos
Shen and I picked our way along the narrow path that led up to the area where Elsa had encountered Bruce. We had no idea what had happened to Elsa. She hadn’t checked out and her things were still in her room. We agreed that, wherever she was, she was probably fine. She’d expressed the need to be pampered. Perhaps she’d decided to take the night off and go to a spa. Whatever the reason for her absence, we decided to simply leave her for the night and continue the search on our own. Shen still had the spare vile of potion that she’d given him the first night we started the hunt. So, if we did find him, we were prepared. We just hoped the one vile would be enough. It would have been better to have Elsa’s vile as well, but we had no way to get into her room and, if we did, no idea where she’d hidden it from prying eyes.Returning to the scene of Nandru’s demise created an emotional roller coaster for me. The
I waited patiently for Shen to join me in the ice cream shop. I’d decided to take a little time to think things through and ease my nervous tension. I’d walked through Old Town Scottsdale and ended up in a fifties style ice cream parlor with a dish of homemade ice cream in front of me that was just the ticket. Feeling calmer and more amiable, I’d called Shen on my cell phone and asked him to join me.Shen smiled as he entered the fifties style ambience. He enjoyed the decor of that era and I knew it. Sitting down opposite me, he ordered a root beer float before stretching his legs out in front of him with a satisfied grin.“You’re so predictable,” I chuckled. “Just once I’d like to see you order something other than a root beer float.”“I happen to like root beer floats,” he said with twinkling eyes.I hadn’t seen him this relaxed in months. It was infectious!
Lucinda watched Yolanda cross the room with as much pride and dignity as she could muster. The news of her fall from status had spread quickly through the den and, although she still held a position of rank as the mother of Nandru’s sons, obvious disdain for her was openly worn on the faces of the many servants who’d suffered her abusive nature over the years. Some even sported smiles and sneers.Yolanda had managed to fashion an eye patch to cover Dragomir’ handiwork. It created an air of mystery about her. To an onlooker, her proud swagger and patched eye could have easily hinted that there was a pirate amongst them.Morgana lay moaning on her fainting sofa. The pain in her abdomen was unbearable. She’d delivered many children for Nandru, but never had she experienced pain of this magnitude.Yolanda knelt beside her and coaxed her into a calmer state. There was a bond between the two mistresses that L
Osip ran his hand along the smooth twelve-foot mahogany table in the oversized great room of Nandru’s den. How he longed to be lord of such a magnificent place as this. He’d often fantasize about being in such a position. Who would be his queen? Would it be the lovely young vampire who serviced him so well last night? He chuckled as he thought of the erotic pleasures she bestowed upon him over and over again. No. His queen would be pure when she came to him. He’d keep a small harem for his pleasures, but his queen would be a pure virgin that was made vampire by him.His musing was interrupted by the entrance of Lucinda. Expecting to find Nandru, she gasped her apologies before backing out of the room.Osip was immediately struck by Lucinda’s strong European beauty.“Wait! Come back!” he bellowed in a commanding tone that was fitting of any great lord.Lucinda eased her way back
Tatyana looked out onto the bay as the cab moved across the long bridge to Coronado Island. She was anxious to get to Elsa’s house and cradle Charles in her arms.She was both relieved and grateful that making her way out of the harsh Arizona mountains toward Sky Harbor airport, while being undetected by Nandru or any of his vampires, was easier than she’d anticipated. She hoped the rest of her mission went that smoothly.The cab pulled up to the curb in front of Elsa’s large, turn of the century house. As she got out, she couldn’t help admiring the ornate and perfect architecture of the building. She smiled and closed her eyes as she allowed herself to flow back to a time gone by. She could almost hear the horse and buggies making their way down the streets, while the laughter of people walking the beach and enjoying life drifted through the air. In the midst of it all, a woman was calling her name.As she stood motionless, T
Elsa shouldn’t have been surprised at the news that Dracula sent Osip to search for Charles. Even so, hearing the news from me shook her to the core. A world full of vampires to hold off was bad enough, but to hide from a brother who shared the same family genetic ties would be next to impossible. She felt old, tired, and overwhelmed. What she wouldn’t give to have the power to squash those vampires like the bugs they were.Shen felt the need for some release of physical and mental tension and went to a nearby martial arts studio to train. He telephoned, stating that he’d lost track of the time and would do his best to fight the traffic and return as quickly as possible. So, we waited; each in deep thought and barely remembering the presence of the other.Nandru was the first to spot Shen getting out of the cab. He hopped anxiously to his feet while announcing his arrival. Shen wasn’t even given the opportunity to enter the mot
Tatyana paced impatiently as she peered out into the darkness. Bruce had left to hunt for food quite some time ago, leaving her plenty of alone time to think about Charles. She needed to know if he was alright. Had Elsa been able to keep him safe and out of harm’s way?She felt guilty about burdening the old woman with her troubles the way she had. If there was any other way, she’d have gladly done it, but the old magic woman was all she had right now. She needed to make sure that her baby brother was still in Elsa’s care. She needed to get back to San Diego.Taking Bruce with her was out of the question. Nandru and his vampires were all over the valley. In fact, it seemed like there were vampires in every corner of the country. She was kept isolated in Wadim’s den and, since Wadim was an outcast who other vampires avoided, she hadn’t learned of their vast presence. In fact, with Wadim’s den destroyed she didn
Nandru did his best to hide his dismay at the arrival of Dragomir and his young protégé. This was disastrous. He was aware of Dragomir’s jealousy over his bond with Dracula and knew that Dracula’s firstborn was searching for centuries for a way to destroy that relationship. Now, of all things, he’d arrived at a time that was most crucial for Nandru. He’d lost the girl, which meant that he’d lost his bargaining chip with the old woman. If Nandru wasn’t careful, Dragomir just might succeed in his mission of destruction.Doing his best to keep his guests occupied while he continued to search for Bruce, Nandru opened the doors to his concubine’s quarters. When Dragomir expressed his desire to taste something of a more prestigious rank -meaning one of Nandru’s private mistresses- Nandru snarled. He knew he couldn’t refuse.He’d never subject Lucinda to such degradat