Bad Mouth(3)

She climbed into her seat, closed her eyes, and waited for him to walk around. Once she’d settled in, she couldn’t stop the fine tremors that always followed her contact with vampires. She kept her eyes closed until she heard his door open. He watched her curiously as he slid in, buckled his seat belt, and started the car.

“Alice left me a message. They identified one of the deranged,” she said, finally making eye contact with him. “It was Will. He got the transformation he would have given a limb for, but it didn’t turn out the way he’d wanted. He’s missing.”





Chapter Two


The f*cked-up call from Olen couldn’t have come at a worse time for Kade. Not that every call from the Ancients wasn’t warped, but this went beyond the norm. He’d already worked up a thunderous temper, on his way to make some human’s quixotic fantasy of eternal life a reality—what a crock of bullshit they were willing to buy—and now he had the mood in triplicate. The Ancients knew damn well how he’d feel about being a wet nurse to a couple of fat, pasty politicians from the Vampire Liaison Office.

He slammed the beeping handset onto the mantel and leaned on the heavy timber frame. His foot rested on a river rock protruding from the hearth’s face. Focusing on the grain of the wood under his palms and the shape of the stone, he tried to reach a Zen moment. Guess Zen wasn’t his thing. A foul mood clung to him snugger than his skin to his body. And it would stay there, at least until after he’d indoctrinated another unworthy human into the world of vampirism.

With a dissatisfied grunt, Kade trudged up the stairs leading to the room where the subjugate awaited him. Each step wound him tighter and tighter until his subconscious screamed for him to turn and walk the other way. After more than two centuries of turning humans, the vileness of the task had never faded. If anything, his revulsion had grown. By the time he reached the room, his gut rode a roller coaster, and the shit was plummeting.

Any minute now, he was going to…Yep, there it was. The disgust. The nausea. Kade braced his hand on the wall beside the steel-reinforced door. His stomach clenched, and his mouth watered. It always hit hardest before he went in, but he had no choice other than to enter and fulfill his duty.

There was a name for what he was—Killian would call him a whiny little bitch. Kade, at over six feet tall and over two hundred pounds, could be a tough motherf*cker, but at the moment, he was acting like a *. Suck it up. Do the dirty deed and get over it.

The human who waited on the other side for him was likely creaming himself in anticipation of Kade’s arrival, hungry for the power about to be bestowed. Little did he know the agony he would have to first endure. The anticipation of delivering that agony steadied Kade like nothing else.

A red glow reflected off the door’s surface in front of his face, and he laughed without humor. Oh, he was primed all right if his eyes were already glowing. He glanced around in both directions. If it hadn’t been for the high-tech steel door, it’d look like the average hallway with plain vanilla walls, plush chocolate carpeting, and cherry handrails along the open balcony.

The house staff had made themselves scarce. They never liked to be around for the screams. He supposed he should have had the room soundproofed when the reinforcements were installed, but where was the fun in that? He pressed his hand against the biolock and when the door whooshed open he stepped inside.

The human subjugate turned from the barred window. Even from across the room, Kade could see the man shake with excitement. Hell, please let the man not have a woody—partly why Kade preferred to approach male subjugates from behind their backs. The short, stocky man wore only a pair of khaki shorts that went midthigh, his barrel chest sporting a carpet of thick black hair.

Kade’s stomach churned again at the thought of touching the disgusting creature. His customary rage would come on the heels of sinking his fangs into the subjugate. Then he’d have a front-row seat to the man’s sins, thanks to his unique adjuvant ability.

“You washed?” Kade asked.

The man gave a jerky nod. “Yes.”

The human would never be clean. Neither would Kade for that matter. The man glistened with a sheen of nervous sweat that made Kade want to hose down the bastard. That acrid taste would linger on his lips. He motioned the subjugate to lean against the wall.

“Why?” the man asked.

“Don’t question me.” He bared his fangs. He could simply have told the subjugate he’d need the extra support, but Kade didn’t believe in making things easier for these humans. They had to learn their place in their newly adopted two-caste society, and rule-number one demanded that Legion vampires must submit to a Dominus. And this human man was about to become one of the Legion.

The man did as Kade ordered, his blunt, ham-hock hands splayed on the wall. Kade approached silently, acute hunger striking him hard. He hadn’t fed in nearly three weeks. The queasiness of his stomach warred with his need for blood, but his fangs lengthened anyway. The need would always win out.

Kade struck viciously at the carotid, tearing through skin, muscle, and membrane, hot blood spurting across his tongue. A high-pitched shriek ripped from the man’s lips. Kade pulled away, bringing tissue with him. Again he struck, and the endless screams began.

Human, this is just the beginning.

It took only half an hour for the subjugate to break to Kade’s will and submit to the life-transforming venom from his fangs. That was a record. Too bad he’d likely be babysitting the wretch a few more hours, tending to the first couple of hand-feedings. Only then could he safely leave the infant in another’s care and head to Seattle.

Neglecting the aftercare would lead to derangement. Even leaving the newborn vampire to one of his staff didn’t relieve him of his responsibility to orient the guy to an entirely new existence. Ah, the glamour of it all. How the f*ck could a guy go about quitting a job he was born for?

He would have offered up his left nut for an answer to that question.

The first sign of one of his nameless subjugates came from a light knock and then an opened door. A thin, mousy guy poked his head in, barely spared a glance at the blood on the floor, and nudged a stocky redhead into the room before pulling the door firmly shut.

From the looks of her, she’d been used a lot without the benefit of the vampires’ curative serum. Bite scars tracked her arms, shoulders, and throat. Probably her legs, too, but she wore jeans and a tank top, and he couldn’t see the rest of her skin. Either she’d picked the wrong vampires to work for, or she got off on the scarring. There were plenty of those types hanging around the Immortalis.

“You’re the best they could come up with?” Kade eyed her critically.

“I’m clean, and I had references.” She shrugged. “Who’m I doing?”

“Lovely,” he muttered. “I’ve eaten. Thank f*ck for small favors.” He gestured to the whimpering heap of vampire infancy on the floor. She gave Kade a vapid look, but made her way to the guy’s side. Kade stood by to restrain the heap. When the hunger hit, little could divert the infant from murder, other than exerting his brute strength.

The feeding went beyond tiresome and sloppy, but soon enough it ended. Not the best experience, but not the worst, either. He could risk leaving the tweak with a surrogate coach. He had much to do before meeting the liaisons Olen Rex had dumped on him, and the sun was close to rising. The trip to Seattle would take four hours, maybe more with the shitty traffic on I-5. With a subjugate driver, Kade could sleep on the way to the Akkadian Towers.

Before daylight hit, he had called in a car and driver and had already begun the trip to the human-infested city of Seattle. Everything that could go wrong rolled from one side of his brain to the other. The stakes were too high to pretend danger didn’t exist in working with the VLO, over and above how much he despised getting screwed over with the duty.

Enough time passed that he gave up trying to sleep and cracked open the UV blocking window to let the rays in. At his age, the sun had no fatal effect on him, although he preferred to avoid the light sensitivity and the weakness that came with solar exposure. The sun’s power pulled him into a deep, dark slumber interrupted by his chauffeur when they arrived in secured parking garage below the Akkadian Towers.

Still tired, he made his way into the Towers and up to his penthouse apartment. The guards on the ground floor said nothing about his bloody clothing. He should have cleaned up before the trip, but f*ck it. Now would work.

Kade shed his clothes along the hallway to his master bedroom. The spacious room was cool and well protected from sunlight by custom-designed blinds over the full-length wall of glass facing the door. His jaw clenched rhythmically as he peeled off his briefs, strode into the en suite bathroom on his right, and got the shower running. He avoided his reflection in the mirror while he waited for the steam to rise. Stepping under the jets of hot water, he savored the heat against his cold skin. Grim satisfaction settled over him at last, warming him deeper than the water—down to his bones. He ducked his head to wet his hair, and his eyes lingered on the blood trailing down his body onto the pale tile at his feet. Diluted to a watery pink, it swirled around and into the drain.