I paced the floor of the hotel room. Bruce was a werewolf! I still couldn’t believe it.
Shen put in a call to Ming Ho to discuss the matter. Ming Ho was openly disturbed by the turn of events. He felt we could still turn things around, but it meant capturing Bruce and getting that potion down his throat. It didn’t seem like such an easy task to Shen.
To make matters worse, Elsa was pushing to return to San Diego to check on little Charles. I couldn’t blame her for wanting to assure the child’s safety. It was something that we all wanted. Even so, I’d sure feel better if she was in the area and available in case we needed her to whip up a fresh batch of that gooey looking gruel. Fortunately, she was sympathetic and understanding of this.
We’d decided to put Elsa on a plane in the morning. She’d return to San Diego, check on Charles and then come back to continue the search. Millie requested t
Even though the pounding on the door was loud enough to awaken the dead, Shen still had a difficult time rousing himself enough to get out of bed and answer it. He glanced at the digital alarm clock. Its brilliant numbers illuminated the time in the darkness of the room. It was one o’clock in the morning. Who did we know who’d be pounding on our hotel door at such an hour?Keeping the light off, he reached over to the bed next to him and shook me vigorously. I sat up with a start, but remained quiet as I gathered my wits about me.I slipped out of bed and stood flat against the wall behind the door while Shen slowly opened it.“I know it’s late boys, and I’m sorry, but we have a situation here that can’t wait,” Elsa blurted as she pushed her way past Shen. I let out a grunt as her powerful thrust of the door sent it crashing into my chest. She stopped and looked at me quizzically, but said nothing. &ldq
Nandru entered his den with his spirits high. He could already feel the glory he’d be bathing in after he surrendered Bruce, me, and the baby to Dracula. He wasn’t clear on the reward that was set, but it didn’t matter. Shining in the eyes of his maker was reward enough. He’d been in the background for far too long.A shrill scream caught his attention and he rushed in its direction. Following its incessant flow, he found himself heading for the family’s private quarters. Recognizing the voice as that of his first mistress, Yolanda, his anxiety mounted as he envisioned what could possibly be causing her such distress.The corridors leading to the family wing seemed endless and he cursed himself for building such a complicated and extravagant den. Vampires stood in the doorways of their rooms with worried faces. No one dared to stop their commander to find out what was happening as they watched him dash past.
It took Shen and Elsa the better part of an hour to convince me to join them in their scheme to secure Tatyana’s safety and penetrate Nandru’s den. Since Elsa was no longer catching a flight back to San Diego in the morning and it was too late to return to Millie’s house, Shen rented a hotel room for her and we all settled down to catch some good, solid, sleep.Both vampires and werewolves rested during the day and roamed at night. This meant that we’d have the daytime to replenish our strength. This was something Shen couldn’t have been more grateful for.It was well into the afternoon before we surfaced and joined each other outside the hotel restaurant. The lunch shift had ended and the kitchen was closed until dinner. Since we needed to stretch our legs, we walked into Old Town Scottsdale and selected a sidewalk cafe’ for our dining and conferring.“I sure am glad it isn’t the middle of
Tatyana needed water. It was several hours since she’d discovered Nandru’s private exit and wandered northeast over the rocky terrain with the brutal rays of the sun beating on her. She had no clue where she was or if she was near a town at all, but even if she was, she didn’t know who could be trusted to help her. Staying in the mountains until she was certain she was safe was the best thing. In the meantime, she needed water; and eventually food.Hearing an SUV in the distance, she hurried up and over a pile of boulders while hoping she hadn’t been noticed. The laughter through the open windows from the children in the back seat made her think of Charles. She hoped Elsa had realized that she was in trouble and had tucked Charles away somewhere safe. She still didn’t dare try to send out telepathic messages to her for fear the vampires would intercept them. Even though it was daylight, she was sure the den was in an
Nandru was deep in thought as he made his way down the hotel corridor. It was clear to him that the old African high priestess had the ability to read his mind. That was something he wasn’t accustomed to. He needed to focus his thoughts so that she wouldn’t pick up on the fact that he’d lost Tatyana; or at the very least, misplaced her. If the old woman discovered this, he was certain she wouldn’t help turn Bruce back into a human.Shen swung the door to his room open before Nandru was able to knock. He cannot be psychic as well, can he? Nandru scowled at the thought. Dealing with one psychic was more than enough trouble. He had no desire to deal with several.His vampires were given orders to remain inside their dens until further notice. He’d sent out two of his most trusted selectors to collect a few donors to feed his own den and ordered the other dens under him rule to do the same. Th
Tatyana was hungry. Whether it was done intentionally or simply because they themselves didn’t eat, food had rarely been presented to her while she was held captive in Nandru’s den. When it was, what she was given was of such an intolerable taste and texture she could barely get it down. She was starving.As much as he wanted to go out and raid the nearest farm for a fresh chicken, or even their eggs, it was agreed that it wasn’t safe for either one of them to leave the inner sanctuary of the mountains. Not yet, anyway. So, they’d have to make a meal out of whatever they managed to find living in their desolate looking surroundings.Bruce was thrilled with Tatyana’s ability to read his thoughts telepathically when he was in werewolf form. They were communicating so well that, at times, he almost forgot he wasn’t speaking the words.As they followed the stream inside the mountain, they stumbled upon yet
Osip stepped out of the taxi cab and stared at the almost deserted downtown Phoenix streets. He was annoyed that Dragomir had insisted that they use conventional travel while in Phoenix. It was understandable to expect them to travel extreme long distances by car, ship, or plane -since vampires eventually tire and need to rest- but once in the area of their destination, he saw no reason why they couldn’t simply shimmer or fly. Taking conventional travel required money. Since vampires didn’t work, money had to be either stolen or acquired through the sale of something they considered worthless and of little use, but humans looked upon as a rare antiquity. Osip had nothing to sell. On the few occasions he’d found himself in need of money and his benefactors weren’t about, he’d had to resort to thievery. Thievery was something he considered beneath him.He stood in the shadows of the doorway of an abandoned building whi
Nandru did his best to hide his dismay at the arrival of Dragomir and his young protégé. This was disastrous. He was aware of Dragomir’s jealousy over his bond with Dracula and knew that Dracula’s firstborn was searching for centuries for a way to destroy that relationship. Now, of all things, he’d arrived at a time that was most crucial for Nandru. He’d lost the girl, which meant that he’d lost his bargaining chip with the old woman. If Nandru wasn’t careful, Dragomir just might succeed in his mission of destruction.Doing his best to keep his guests occupied while he continued to search for Bruce, Nandru opened the doors to his concubine’s quarters. When Dragomir expressed his desire to taste something of a more prestigious rank -meaning one of Nandru’s private mistresses- Nandru snarled. He knew he couldn’t refuse.He’d never subject Lucinda to such degradat