Tonight, I’ll be takin’ you from the lightness of a supersweet Beardward to the darkness of a 15,000-year-old vampire in the throes of the mating instinct!
Intrigued? Yeah, I thought you would be LOL!
“The leaves are falling.” The amazement in his voice made me smile.
He had always been excited with the leaves falling, the colors they changed to.
“They are. I think we will have to rake them up soon. But I think maybe for today, we could go to the park and walk around. Seems a good day for it. And you could pick up some more leaves for your collection.” I turned around and began to walk towards the front door, grabbing our coats along the way.
Toby followed, and then stopped, looking entirely way too serious for a four-year-old. “You know. . . I think I need another red leaf.”
I turned my head, my hand automatically coming up to my now long beard, and Idly wonder if I should shave it all off or keep it on with the oncoming cold weather. My son, Toby, has never seen me without it in all his years so far on this earth.
“Like you don’t have enough of those?”
He laughed and turned around so that I could help him into his coat. “Nope! Wanna know why, Dad?”
I knew his answer; it was always the same.
“Because my friend loves the color red.”
She was sitting on her favorite bench. Red hat on top of her head, long brown, wavy hair blowing every which way in the wind, but she smiled the instant she saw Toby running toward her.
Toby stopped and stood still a few feet from his friend and brought his hands up. He confidently signed, Hello, friend!, and her eyes lit up as her smile grew bigger. She signed back, slowly so that Toby would know most of the letters. Hello, Toby.
Her eyes found mine just before she patted the seat next to her for Toby to sit down. I slowly walked up to them, taking in the sight.
And then I signed what she taught me weeks ago.
Careful, now! You just might crack your teeth on this one!
“What do we got?” I yelled.
“Caucasian male, mid twenties to thirties. No I.D. Unconscious.
Gun shot wound to the abdomen. He’s lost of a lot blood. Oxygen and heart rate are steadily dropping.”
“Last vital check?”
He called off the numbers. We had to get this guy into surgery NOW.
I barked out orders and soon the man was on the operating table.
Hours later. . . .
Nicole, the front desk receptionist, greeted me with a half smile.
“Hey Nicole. What do you need?” I asked.
Nicole motioned for me to get closer. “Two men came in looking for a gunshot victim.”
“Are they police?”
“No.” She replied.
Nicole’s voice got lower. “I have a bad feeling about these two men.
Watch your back.”
I nodded and then she motioned her head, indicating where the two men where.
They were in suits and looked to be about mid-twenties. Once they saw me look in their direction they walked towards me.
“Sweetheart, will you be able to give us some answers?” He said with a thick Jersey accent. He smiled, trying to be charming. He was average looking with brown hair and grey eyes. I had a bad feeling about him.
“You’re friend isn’t here. I’m sorry.” And then turned to walk away.
Before I took five steps I heard one say, “Come on. We got three more hospitals to check. If Masen is still alive, we got to finish the job.”
My blood ran cold. I forced myself to keep walking, to act like I didn’t hear their comment.
I walked back to the unidentified man’s room. I leaned back against the door and stared at his unconscious body. They were talking about him. I could feel it in my bones. They also said “Masen.” The name of a supposed mafia family here in New York City. A name that put fear in just about everybody. The men in the waiting room could very well be from a rival mob. And I made myself stuck in the middle of it all.
Now what to do?
I went to the table and grabbed the cellphone from before. I took a deep breath and called the number I did earlier. When he picked up, I didn’t wait for him to answer.
“You need to get here and get your friend out ASAP.”
An unpolished jewel that grabbed me by the throat and wouldn’t let go LOL!
The careful façade of humanity which I had perfected over the years, was ripped to shreds. I was no longer Edward Masen, the Emperor of the shadowy world of Humans and Vampires, but an animalistic Vampire who had caught the delectable scent of his mate.
The beast was released from his cage.
With an effortless pull, I ripped the door of my car off of its hinges and jumped out, fierce growls issuing from my chest. I was unmindful of screams of panic as humans around me ran for their lives. Lost in frenzy as I was, only the scent of my mate registered to me. That delicate aphrodisiac which was a heady amalgam of freesias and strawberries, commanded my senses in every possible way.
I was barely aware of the rush of footsteps behind me, as my guards followed me. But none dared to stop me, which was quite prudent of them, for it was the height of stupidity to try to stop a Vampire lost in mating frenzy.
The last mistake one can ever make.
Shades of Totteacher’s Captive, Batman *Wicked Evil Grin!*
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