“A tour guide,” he laughs. “What did you do to me? My injuries are not healing, and I can no longer take flight! No matter, after I finish with Kathleen, I’m coming for you. You will be an interesting subject to study.”
At Katie’s name, he gets flashes and images of a plane and castle. His smile grows when he finds the information he seeks. “Thank you, I think I will pay her a visit in Scotland.” He shoves her from his mind and laughs when she screams in rage.
Caius knows what Anya does not, he’s too weak after her attack on him. It took four immortal creatures to regenerate his wounds. The blood of an immortal helps ancients heal, but it is not without risks. Only the ancient vampires attempt to hunt one of their own. He must sleep and continue healing.
“Sorry pretty, Katie. Your vacation is over, and I know just the person for this job.” Humans will do anything for money, and he has a contact in Scotland who will be perfect for this job. After a phone call and transfer of money, he returns to his chamber to heal.
“Nooo!” Anya jerks awake and Christian jumps with her. He reaches for his pistol but finds no threat.
“It’s’ okay, babe. It’s just a dream. You’re safe,” he whispers.
“No, I’ll never be safe again.” Anya tosses the covers aside and grabs a change of clothes from his closet. She braids her hair and ties it back with a rubber band from her purse.
Christian listens to her mumbling and smiles, as he makes coffee and starts to scramble some eggs. He makes a quick call to the station to explain what’s going on. They promptly send a unit over to check out Katie’s house.
“Christian, I need to get back to check on Dad. Thank you for letting me stay.” Anya tries to walk to the door, but he blocks her.
“Not a chance, love. You are going to tell me what is going on. Did it occur to you that the attack on your father and you might be connected? They may be watching the hospital and maybe he followed you from the hospital to Katie’s. Just this once, listen to me.” Dark eyes plead with her.
“I wish I could…” he covers her mouth with his hand effectively shutting her down.
“I am good at my job, let me help you before one of you gets killed.” Anya is terrified to tell him the truth. What if he doesn’t believe her?
“Trust me, Anya.” She brushes his blonde hair from his eyes and nods.
“Okay, but you’re never going to believe me.”
“Try me.”
Anya has lived most of her life afraid of not being good enough. Not being a good enough daughter or girlfriend. The fear of being abandoned hides in her soul, reminding her to tread lightly.
“Just once, Christian, I wish I could.” He takes her hands and tugs her into his arms.
“Don’t think, just trust me.” Anya pushes away from him and begins to pace.
“Okay, but don’t touch me. I can’t think when you put your hands on me.” He grins at her and wiggles his eyebrows, causing her to laugh. Anya shoves his chest, “Don’t get cocky.” She takes a deep breath and begins.
“Last night when I stepped out of the shower, he was behind me.” Christian’s grin fades as she continues. “Red eyes, staring at me. He was so fast, powerful, unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. He attacked me so fast I barely had time to scream before he bit me.” Anya’s cups the side of her neck and rubs.
“He… bit you,” Christian asks. The gravel in his voice draws her attention. She stops pacing.
“Yes, he was a vampire,” she whispers and watches as all the emotion drains from his face.
“Let me process that,” he walks to the kitchen and slowly pours a cup of coffee. “So, you believe the man who attacked you, thought he was a vampire.” He sits at the table with a note pad and pen and begins to write.
“No, Christian. He is a vampire.” Anger begins to simmer, “What was I thinking, telling you the truth?”
‘Tell me more. Can you describe him to me? How tall was he? What about his hair and eyes? Did he have any distinguishing features, like a tattoo or scar?” In full cop mode now, Christian doesn’t see her eyes begin to change. Rage flickers and the green of her eyes begin to change to gold.
“Aye, I can. He was a Fucking Vampire. It was the sharp teeth buried in my neck and super strength that gave him away.” Anya glares at him and screams, “You saw the blood, Christian!”
He slams his pen on the table and stands up to face her. Looking down at her he takes a deep breath and murmurs, “Exactly, Anya. You lost a lot of blood, and blood loss can make…”
“You saw my body. Did you see any cuts, and look at my neck? The bruise is gone!” She turns so he can look for himself. When she glares at him, he is staring at her in shock.
“What?” she demands.
He has lived in Ireland all of his life, and heard the myths and legends surrounding the immortals, but until this moment he thought that’s all they were. “Your eyes… are changing.” He pulls her to the hall mirror and turns her towards it.
She gasps and backs into his hard body. “Oh, God. What is happening to me?” Her normally green eyes are glowing a beautiful golden color. Pressure builds in her chest and flows into her body.
His hands grip her shoulders and he turns her to face him. “Just
