At night clubClick.Aside from a drunken pixie who regularly burst into song, preferring the tunes of 1950s shows, the evening was thankfully uneventful. I plucked up my courage, but waited until Owen was almost done before dragging him into the kitchen, where Dave was making shrimp pad thai."Go away! Dave roared."“We'll be quiet and not disturb you,” I whispered, pushing Owen towards the door to my apartment. "I need your help." He was waiting for an explanation."Clive," I pointed vaguely at the bar, not knowing why. “Tonight we should go to some nightclub south of the Market to talk to the wolves from the Bodega Bay pack."He nodded. "Okay, and..." I spread my hands, pointing to my clothes."I don't have nightclub clothes." Dave snorted. Owen moved, blocking Dave from my view."Understand. You take advantage of Owen for his unsurpassed fashion sense, but refuse to give him any sexy vampire
Past Information"William. It never crossed my mind." I threw up my hands."Great. Who do you think it is?"“If I knew, I would deal with him right now,” he snorted in annoyance." I asked William. He is incapable of lying to me. Nobody went in or out, but the wolf is still dead."“Looks like whoever controlled it pulled the plug out of the socket.""Yes it is." I was sick of the thought of death. "Where?""Crypt. The wolves have just registered." Clive parked a block away from a nightclub that had a line stretching all the way to the corner. "Are you cold?" Clive held my door open as I climbed out. I shook my head."Fine. Are you wearing the bracelet Coco gave you?" Pulling up the sleeve of my jacket, I showed off the forged copper cuff. “Never leave the house without it.""Nodding," he made his way to the door of the nightclub. The bouncer moved the people in line so that Clive and I could slip into the establishment. Once inside, Clive immediately turned right down a short corridor
I could dance all night“I told my people to stay away from this pack." I had a feeling that at least one of his pack ignored this order.“I don't know anything about this Randy, except that he's been with Marcus since he was little, younger than kids usually go through a transformation. Maybe the guy is a tough nut to crack. Don't know. Marcus' son Mick was dead, so... That's probably why Randy became Alpha. A guy in his twenties.” He shook his head. “Marcus must have driven out all the dominants left in the pack after Alexander's death. Otherwise, I don't know how a kid like that could take control of the pack.” He glanced at the dance floor. "So, are we done with the questions?"Clive and I looked at each other and nodded. Hollis grinned, pinning me with his gaze. "Do you want to dance?"Hollis jumped up onto the bench, crossed the table, and a second later was down beside me. Jumping up, I put a chair between us. His face is impassive, his eyes twinkling with pent-up humor. "Didn
In which she learns the fastest way to piss off a witch"I mean, okay." A scarred book nerd in shapeless clothes couldn't be anyone's fantasy.And that would suit me just fine. I was content with a quiet life, books and booze, periodically dreaming of a vampire, but now everything has changed. The safe, predictable life I thought I'd lead was turned upside down. I was terrified, yet I didn't feel much sadness as I watched that old life disappear."I'm sorry, Sam. I need to sort out some business. If you hear that I destroyed the whole nocturne, it probably won't be true." Clive changed gears, steering the car up a steep hill. He checked for traffic in both directions before he passed the intersection and climbed the next hill."Everything is fine." In any case, it will take several hours for my breathing to return to normal." Actually, no. I apologize for stopping by.” He reached out and squeezed mine for a moment. “Some of my kind need to be beaten to a pulp.""What's happening?""To
Disciplined the Vampire When no one rushed to the bar to hit me, Owen explained: "I'm a witch. All the witches who come here use white magic, earth magic. We do no harm with our spells." “Black witches use blood and death in their magic. Animal sacrifices, even humans, are used to increase the power of their spells. This is costly to their souls. Every time they practice black magic, they defile their souls. That's why it's called black magic; the practitioner's soul bears the imprint of his work." "Can you see people's souls?" “Their auras, yes. The aura is the manifestation of the soul. When you do evil, your soul becomes more sooty or black. We see the evil surrounding black witches. We stay away from them, and they from us." Owen switched to filling cups of snacks and looked around the room, feeling uneasy about the topic. I lowered my voice even more. "Do you see my aura?" Owen smiled, for the first time since I brought up the subject. “Werewolves are almost impossible to r
Clive is intimidatingly powerful for other vampires.Clive told Russell that he wouldn't give up something because of the fanaticism that mosquitoes were buzzing in his ears. Was all this rage really because of me? My stomach was cramped. Owen squeezed my knee.I didn't mean how it sounded. Vampires look down on all of us. I can only imagine how some of them would have reacted to Clive willingly touching a wolf. Owen stopped on the street a block from the store. He pulled the car into the parking lot and turned to me.“I heard there's a commotion among the vampires, so it might have absolutely nothing to do with you. I believe that some high-ranking vampire is visiting here now.And his retinue. It could be a power game to take San Francisco from Clive, or it could be a tribute visit. Based on the little vampire gossip I've heard over the years, Clive is intimidatingly powerful for other vampires."I looked out the window, remembering. I used to think of Clive as scary too. Then I spe
Merry Christmas, wonderful old building and credit!Clive leaned over me, worry written on his handsome face. Raising my hand, I touched his cheek, ran my fingers over his perfect forehead, and then pulled him to me, kissing him with all the hope and joy that remained in my broken heart.Drenched and shivering, I pressed my lips to Clive's. My stomach clenched as he scooped me up in his arms and began to climb the rocks, holding me close to him. I was at home! I was given another chance in life. It seemed to me that I should run through Bedford Falls18 with George Bailey19 wishing everyone a Merry Christmas.We passed a couple of his vampires who seemed disgusted that their master was kissing me. The old me would have fought to get him back on my feet and then distanced myself from him as far as possible. Sam, a Hell survivor, wrapped her arms around Clive's neck and kissed him on the cheek.
In Clive's homePulling the covers tight and tucking my hands under my armpits, I tried to hide the trembling that was shaking my body. I just felt cold. That's all.“Possibly, but most likely a sorcerer. Demons don't have the concentration needed to put in that much effort to kill. The sorcerer, however, uses the demon's knowledge and power to enhance his spells. I could be wrong, but I guess we're looking for a black witch who's crossed over into sorcerer territory,” Dave said.“Where, Sam guessed, tortured wolves probably come from. What do we know about Schuyler?" Clive asked.Dave shrugged. "Owen said he was going to ask his mom about her. According to him, he has known Schuyler for some time, and the black streaks in her aura came as a surprise to him."My teeth started chattering. "Dave, can you make Sam some cocoa?" Clive leaned closer, hugging me with one arm."Thank you. I don't know if that means anything, but I think I smelled a vampire, a wolf, and possibly a demon in her