The Ian Dex Supernatural Thriller Series: Books 5 - 7 (Las Vegas Paranormal Police Department Box Sets Book 2)

by John P. Logsdon

  Her eye twitched for a moment, but the smile came back to her face with some effort.

  “It’s in your nature,” she replied. “Hell, maybe I’d even join you now and then.”

  “Fuck yeah,” The Admiral bellowed. Then he whispered, “Uh…Sorry.”

  “For real?” I stammered.

  “Sure, why not? You could always join me, too, if I’m with Cletus and Merle or something.”

  “Ew.”

  She shook her head and laughed. “Why is it okay for two women to be with a man, but not the other way around?”

  “I never said that,” I argued. “Just not my woman.”

  “Your woman?”

  I cleared my throat.

  “You know what I mean.” I glanced away from her, feeling that this couldn’t end well. “Look, you know that Dr. Vernon is only doing this because she wants me to bone her again, right?”

  “That’s what I thought, too,” said Rachel, “until she promised me that she wouldn’t lay a finger on you.”

  That was unexpected. I’d felt certain that the good doctor was just weaseling her way into our relationship somehow. But if she was refusing me access to her personal bits, then maybe she truly was trying to help Rachel and me succeed at this relationship?

  But being okay with having sex with others was a big no-no on my list of no-nos.

  “I really want to do this, Ian,” Rachel said. “I’d rather we share each other than split up again because you have a wandering eye.” She pointed firmly at me. “Don’t bring up my screwing around again. I already explained how that happened.”

  “Well,” I said, thinking that it would be fun to bone those valkyries, “if you’re sure.”

  “I’m sure,” announced The Admiral. “Sorry.”

  “Honestly,” I said, feeling miserable as I sat in the middle of a bunch of naked valkyries, “this has never happened to me before.”

  “It’s okay,” Valerie soothed.

  “No, it’s not okay,” whined The Admiral. “What the hell is wrong with me?”

  “We’re in love, dude.”

  “Oh shit. What did we go and do that for?”

  “I don’t know,” I answered. “I don’t know.”

  I got back to my condo and found Rachel sitting on the couch, eating ice cream. She usually did that after an evening of debauchery.

  “How were Cletus and Merle?” I asked, not really wanting to know. “Everything good with them?”

  “They were great,” she said, giving me a wink. “It was a lot of fun.”

  “That’s swell,” I said, trying my best not to look gloomy. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

  She tilted her head at me. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.”

  “Something’s wrong. Were the valkyries all on their periods or something? Their cycles are probably synced after all these years of living together.”

  I frowned at her. “No.”

  “Ian?” she said in that tell-me-or-else way she had about her.

  My head fell forward and my shoulders slumped. I didn’t want her to feel bad about boning Cletus and Merle…. Actually, yes, I did want her to feel bad about it. But the fact was that we had an agreement. Yes, I was kind of coaxed into it, mostly by my non-functional penis.

  “Hey, go easy, pal,” The Admiral whimpered. “I’m feeling pretty down right now.”

  “Appropriate wording.”

  “Nice.”

  “Oh, my god,” Rachel said, her eyes going wide. “You couldn’t do it, could you?”

  I stood up straight. “How could you know that?”

  “Look at you,” she said, motioning at me. “Your posture is slouched, you’re talking like you just lost your best friend, and I just heard…” Her face went pale.

  “No fucking way,” I spluttered. “You can hear The Admiral!”

  It was her turn to slouch.

  “I don’t believe this! I’m in a relationship with a cock whisperer!”

  She grunted and gave me a nasty look.

  “Gross.”

  “Anyway,” I said, baffled about all of this. “Yes, I failed in my mission to fuck a bunch of gorgeous valkyries. I couldn’t do it, okay?” I put my arms up and gave her an enraged look. “Are you happy now?”

  She set the ice cream on the end table and stood up. Then she slowly walked over to me and put her arms around my neck.

  “Very,” she whispered.

  I blinked. “Huh?”

  “I never went to see Cletus and Merle,” she admitted. “Dr. Vernon said that I should just tell you that so that you wouldn’t feel bad about being the only one who was stepping out.”

  I blinked again. “Huh?”

  “I was doing this so that we could stay together, Ian. That’s all.” She ran her fingers through my hair. “I don’t want an open relationship, and now I know for certain that you don’t either.”

  “I…huh?”

  She smiled. “Why don’t we go in the bedroom and have some fun? Just you and me.” She then winked and glanced down at my growing disposition in my pants. “And The Admiral, too, of course.”

  I said nothing as I followed her dutifully to our love nest.

  The Admiral also notably said nothing.

  But he did stand at attention.

  CURSE OF FANGS

  CHAPTER 1

  O ne of the things I loved most about living in Las Vegas was the ability to find food day or night. I don’t just mean fast food, either. I’m talking pretty much anything you want.

  Rachel Cress, my longtime partner at the Las Vegas Paranormal Police Department (PPD) and my girlfriend for the second time in seven years, had been going to see the PPD shrink every few days as of late. She claimed Dr. Vernon was really helping her to break through some relationship issues. I hadn’t noticed a difference, to be honest, but I wasn’t about to say anything to point that out. Rachel was already quite snarky with me. I saw no reason to make it even worse.

  I’d just finished up a cup from the Bones Coffee Company, needing a bit of a pick-me-up before heading into the office. Rachel preferred their Chocolate Raspberry Blend, but I was more into their Bourbon Barrel Aged Coffee. It just had that refined smoothness that I liked to believe fit best with my personality. A fella could dream, right?

  But I was also pretty hungry. So I headed out of The Martin, the high-rise building on the Strip where my sweet condo was, and took a stroll toward Tommy Rocker’s. They made a Big Ass Burrito that had my name on it.

  The night air felt great and since Rachel had taken my Aston Martin, I just padded the back way to get to the restaurant.

  Just as I was cutting through the little shopping center next to Tommy Rocker’s, a fellow in a multicolored outfit approached me.

  He was a djinn with pale blue eyes and long dark hair. I would have placed him to be around thirty-five years old, but it was tough to tell since he was covered with ink. I only saw his tattoos because of my ability to see things like that. To a normal, though, he would have just looked like a thirty-something dude who had a flair for wearing loud clothing. The only tats they’d see were ones that were drawn by normals.

  While I was a little annoyed to be interrupted, I wasn’t surprised that he approached me. There was a branch of the Djinn Ink Club in one of the hidden zones nearby, after all. These clubs were where normals who were in-the-know went to get a mental fix. Supers also used them, but not quite as often. The clubs were perfectly legal and the djinn community had done well to keep to the rules and regulations. There was a time when that hadn’t been the case, but over the last twenty years, they’d run a tight ship. Frankly, if all the other supernatural races and factions would only act like the djinn of today, there’d be a hell of a lot more peace in the world…at least as far as supers went.

  “Good evening, friend,” the dude said in a sales voice that demonstrated practice. “Fine evening, no?”

  “Sure is,” I said with a quick smile before holding up a hand to s
top him from continuing his pitch. “Before you start, let me just say I fully appreciate that you’re just trying to get customers, but I’m not someone who can actually be affected by the touch of a djinn.” He gave me a once-over. “Yeah, I know it’s difficult for you to believe that, and I’m sure you’re wondering who I even am.” He said nothing. “Right. Well, I’m the chief of the Vegas PPD, and I’m also an amalgamite. Translation: the dream stuff sounds sweet, but they don’t work on me.”

  “Ah,” he replied with a slow nod. “It could also be that you’ve simply never had someone of appropriate skill to lead you on the journey.”

  This happened from time to time. A new djinn came into town who didn’t know about me and my history. Therefore, they made the assumption that they were the one who could bring my dreams to life in their unique and somewhat disturbing way.

  I typically allowed myself to get into a debate with them about this, but tonight I just wanted to eat.

  So I rolled up my sleeve a bit, held out my arm, and gave him a go-ahead-and-try-it look.

  He grinned and closed his eyes for a moment.

  Now, I’ve seen a lot of things in Vegas, but there was something really cool about watching a djinn’s ink move around as they worked their skills. Sometimes there would just be some slight migration and other times the entirety of their ink would flow to a single point. That’s what this guy’s tattoos did. All of them poured like a river down his face and neck. He was wearing a jacket, so I couldn’t see where else it was moving in from, but when he reached out his hand to touch my forearm, it was liquid black…almost like looking into an inkwell.

  I felt the same tingling sensation I’d always felt when they tried this on me. I’d been told that the tingling made them believe it was working on me. Sadly, it wasn’t. They just wouldn’t know it for a minute or so. I kind of felt like a tease, to be honest.

  But there was one thing different this time.

  My arm burned.

  That was new.

  It was as if he were holding a lighter under my wrist from about six inches out. Not excruciating or anything, but certainly uncomfortable.

  Still, it was obvious that he had no…

  I suddenly felt a bit woozy.

  That was odd.

  Nausea began to build and I could feel myself sweating. Whispering words began to bounce around in my head along with what sounded like wind chimes. I couldn’t understand anything that was being said, and the wind-chimes thing was just weird, but clearly something exceedingly discomforting was taking place.

  “What the fuck?” I groaned, barely able to talk.

  “The end is near, Officer Dex,” cackled his ominous voice. I forced open my eyes to see the djinn staring at me with a sinister smile on his face. “It’s time for you to die.”

  Did I know this guy?

  No time to find out.

  I kicked out as hard as I could in order to dislodge him from me. It was a terrible kick, but it worked. He fell backwards, hitting the ground with a thud as I stumbled forward and fell over, smacking my face on the asphalt.

  It hurt a fair bit, but my survival mechanisms were engaged, doing their best to keep me from feeling the pain.

  The physical pain, anyway.

  My emotional well-being was completely fucked.

  Worse, I was starting to see things.

  There were shadows moving all around me and paranoia was doing its best to dig in and make me its bitch.

  “This isn’t happening,” I panted as I struggled back to my feet. “It’s not possible.”

  “Oh, but it is,” the djinn sneered, jumping back at me and locking on again, sending searing pain into the very core of my being. “You are under my control.”

  I kicked him again.

  He fell again.

  Honestly, you’d think he would have seen that coming the second time around.

  But it didn’t matter. His poison had somehow penetrated my defenses and I was in a world of hurt. My blood felt like it was boiling and I had the intense desire to pass out. But I couldn’t. I had to fight through this if I didn’t want to end up in a never-ending dream dictated by this dude as he fed on me for a very long time.

  So, I did the only thing I could do. I fought.

  Too bad I was losing.

  I knew this because the shadows that had been swarming around started forming into the body of a vampire. He was about my height and build, but he dressed more like Chuck. Very Matrixesque.

  “Hey, dickhead,” I slurred, “I don’t suppose you have any aspirin on you?”

  He stepped directly in front of me and smiled, revealing that his fangs were out in full.

  While I was still struggling with what was happening here, it seemed incredibly real. Of course, that was the trick of the djinn. It was how they wrapped you around their fingers and siphoned your life away for years and years.

  Fortunately for me, I knew how the djinn worked. Unfortunately, it was becoming more and more clear that I had finally succumbed to the game.

  Not fun.

  Just as the vampire’s eyes began to turn red, I held up a wavering hand in warning and grumbled, “Stay back or I swear I’ll fall over on you.”

  He attacked.

  CHAPTER 2

  Even in my dazed state, I wasn’t someone you wanted to fuck with, unless you had a penchant for being hurt.

  The vampire, real or not, was on me like stink on shit. We hit the ground and were rolling around like a couple of dudes in an Ultimate Fighting Championship bout at the Mandalay Bay on fight night, except neither of us was wearing shorts.

  He’d brought his fangs toward my neck more than once, but I kept dodging. I wasn’t worried about being infected by vampire venom or anything. I was already genetically a bit vampire, though I loathed to admit that, but imagining the joy of having two long-ass pearly whites embedded in my neck was not pleasant.

  “Get off me, asshole,” I raged through my hallucinations, rolling over and lashing out at him with my fist. It was a great punch. One of my best, in fact. Too bad it hit the pavement instead of his face. “Goddammit!” I yelled, clutching my now broken hand.

  He kicked out at me, launching me to the side. My head hit the ground again.

  This little game of fight-the-vampire was certainly not making me better looking.

  It took some effort, but I finally got back to my feet. Blood from my forehead started to drip down into my eye. It stung and made the world blurry.

  “Where are you at?” I choked, spinning this way and that, trying to spot him. “Come on, dude. Let’s do this.”

  Honestly, I felt like I had gone on a bender and downed a solid ten Rusty Nails…on an empty stomach. If they were filming an episode of Drunk History in town, I’d have been at the top of the list for a guest spot.

  “You can’t win, Dex,” I heard the djinn say from my right. “You’re under my control.”

  That pissed me off.

  It was one thing for me to give up control to someone, like a succubus, for example. That was fun and usually had a happy ending, if you see what I mean. Being taken over without my permission, however, was not something I found tolerable. I’m sure I’m not alone in this feeling, but the difference between me and most people was that I fought like a crazed demon when I felt trapped.

  So I backhanded the djinn and swung wildly at the vampire, broken hand and all.

  The djinn fell down again. He was clearly not very good at fighting. But the vampire ducked my punch and sent an uppercut that made me glad I hadn’t had my tongue sticking out. If I had, it’d have been half its current length. That wasn’t something I’d want to break to Rachel.

  My teeth vibrated as his fist slammed in again, this time driving me to my knees.

  This was simply not a fair fight.

  “You guys are being real dicks,” I wheezed as the vampire connected with another right. “Dude! What the fuck?”

  I tried to reach for him, but my mind was simply too fa
r gone.

  Bottom line was that I was screwed. This fight was a complete loss. My only hope was that Rachel and the rest of the PPD crew would be able to find me.

  That’s when I had the thought to use my connector.

  Duh.

  Sometimes, though, timing was everything.

  The instant I went to contact to Lydia for help, the vampire bit into my neck, bringing forth a level of pain that not even a safe word could manage.

  “Biscuits,” I whimpered, trying anyway.

  It didn’t work.

  Nor did it stop him from unleashing that vampire venom of his into my veins. The world threatened to close down, leaving me in a pit of darkness. My eyes struggled to stay open.

  But then clarity began to come back.

  It was slow at first, barely a flicker. It still wasn’t me, exactly, but at least I wasn’t sinking into oblivion. The intensity grew and grew until I felt a ferocious focus that required blood to be sated.

  With a heave and a roar, I flung the vampire away like he was nothing.

  I threw him so far, in fact, that even I was surprised by my strength.

  My blood burned and the sounds in my head were threatening to drive me insane. Something in the back of my mind begged me to contact Lydia, but it was like I’d forgotten how.

  I was hemorrhaging madness.

  My eyes locked in on the djinn.

  He was the one who had done this to me. He was the one who had to pay. He was the one who would pay.

  “Now, wait,” he said, putting his hands up as I began to stalk him. Clearly he saw what lay behind my threatening eyes. “Just stay back. I’m your master, remember?”

  “Death,” was my response, and it didn’t even sound much like me. “Death.”

  The me who was still living in my head felt like he was getting smaller and smaller. It was as though I were being taken over by something far more powerful than I could even imagine. I couldn’t explain it, nor did I really want to. I just knew I needed to escape it somehow.

  But how?

  Antitoxin.

  That was one of those words that Gabe the vampire had fed to me. His mystical no-user-manual words were a thing of legend at this point. He gave me such treats as Flashes, which allowed me glimpses into someone’s past; Time, which was great for watching a woman have a really slow orgasm, and also for slowing time in general; Sniff, which had helped me have the scent-tracking capabilities of a wolf; Words, which was the one I’d used to battle against a pixie in a Joke-Off; and now Antitoxin, which I could only hope would heal me from whatever the fuck was going on right now.