All Chapters of C.I.A. Vampires: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

My tears turned to anger as I imagined Annie with Michaels. Then, I remembered what she said about Rick. How she was in love with him. But then again, when I asked her if she'd ever been with anyone else, she replied, 'None that I loved.' Oh, Annie! What have you done?"I don't believe it! She has to be undercover! Annie would never betray her country!" Somehow, I just couldn't bring myself to believe that Annie could betray us like that after what we've been through together over the years. "I sure hope you're right about her, for all our sakes," Verus replied, then added as concern filled his eyes, "If she is undercover, I haven't been told about it and she's made no contact with me. According to Abbott, she went rogue about a year ago." I laughed. "Is that who you got your information from?" I asked, feeling relieved. "Abbot's dead, I'm sure. A shape shifter was posing as him a few days ago.""No, I have Abbott," Verus replied casually, but concerned. "What do you mean, you

"That's a promise, huh?" Verus asked, clearly amused. I just glared at him. He knew I was dead serious. "Agreed," he replied, his eyes narrowing, suddenly somber. "First, we need to get my car before we go anywhere," I told him, thinking of the small arsenal I had waiting in the trunk of the car. "Yours will attract too much attention." Verus nodded, twisting the key of his yellow convertible, as the engine roared to life. "Is it near the club?" Verus asked, talking about The Mirage. "A few blocks down," I replied, watching the scenery pass, thinking of Zac and hoping he was still alive. We didn't have time. "We'll have to get it quickly before anyone from the club recognizes us," Verus replied, turning his Corvette back onto the expressway, headed back to the city. Then, I turned to face him. "Believe me. You want me to get my car." "Is it loaded?" Verus asked, as a slight grin lit his lips. "I came well stocked," I replied, thinking of the weapons in the trunk. Veru

"I'll give him a call," the blonde vamp said, undeterred, reaching for his walkie talkie hanging on the side of his belt. "She's a surprise," Verus quickly interrupted. "I found her at the club and thought Drake might like her." "Oh, I think he's going to be surprised, alright," the brunette vamp replied with a smirk, then turned to me. "I thought you were dead." "You're not the only one, sugar," I replied in Marilyn's breathy voice as I trailed a hand seductively down his arm. Body print. "It's a pleasure to meet you," I added, seductively extending my hand. Then, he took my hand into his own and kissed it without taking his eyes from mine. "The pleasure is all mine, Miss Monroe." He motioned me into the fortress as Blondie's eyebrows pulled together. Blondie looked like he was once a member of the Special Forces, perhaps a Navy Seal, before he was changed into a vamp. He was not going to be as easily fooled. I glanced in his direction and winked, as he quickly turned his head

I nodded, turning my attention back to Drake, listening. "Won't you sit down?" Drake replied, indicating the other couch sitting kitty corner from the one where Michaels and Annie comfortably sat. Then, Drake picked up my drink and handed it to me again. I knocked the drink from his hand, sending the glass flying across the room. It crashed loudly into a million shards as it hit the wall then fell to the floor. "I'd rather stand," I said casually, my eyes narrowing. "Come now, dear," Drake replied, taking my hand into his, then looked directly into my eyes. "There's no reason why we can't be civil.""Tell that to everyone you murdered during the war!" I replied, my eyes narrowing, refusing to give in. Drake laughed. "Which war?"I glared at him as Michaels chuckled. Annie, watched, casually running a finger along the top of her glass. "Yes, I was talking to the Fuhrer about you, Star," Drake said, then his eyes narrowed. "That is, before you came in and killed him." "Hitl

"What do we have here?" I asked in Michaels' baritone voice, looking exactly like him. Mengele's black hair was slicked back, resembling the old depictions of Count Dracula. His eyes were a bright green and his skin, pale. Yes, now he was definitely a vamp. The last time I saw him, he was still human, in Poland at Auschwitz. I almost had him once, but he narrowly escaped. It's not surprising that Clark found him. Mengele's eyes flared and his lips turned down into a scowl as he glared at me. "I thought I told you never to come down here again," Mengele bellowed, looking directly into my eyes, holding a metal syringe as he stood over the blonde youth. Rick looked at me from the table, and his eyes flared. He looked haggard and in dire need of blood. Mengele must have been starving him to keep him in a weakened state. Rick's skin was pale from the lack of blood, but in his eyes, his spirit was still strong. Although I revealed nothing, it killed me to see him like this. He'd be dead