E.V.I.E.: 13 Slayers, 13 Missions

by Lexi C. Foss

  Running my fingers along his muscles, I remember how his body had powered through the water moments ago. He’d moved with precision, fluid stroke after stroke, gliding like a fish. How perfect his thrusts are when he fucks me the same way.

  Raising my chin, I brush a kiss to his mouth. “Those are dangerous words.”

  “No one is taking you away from me,” he assures me with confidence, his lips tilting up in a seductive grin. “You're going to be my queen as soon as we can wed. All we need to do is send out the invitations and make it as grand as you wish.”

  “Is that a proposal?” I tease breathlessly.

  He leans in, his mouth brushing along my cheek. “You don’t have the option to say no, Pussycat. I will keep you here as my prisoner, making love to you over and over until you have no other choice but to agree.”

  My gaze darts to his, and I see the truth in his words. “Even knowing I was created in a lab? That I work for Lucifer. That I’m going to continue hunting your kind at his bidding?”

  I haven’t told anyone that the King of Hell is my father, knowing better than to let that secret slip. I’m sure the repercussions would be devastating if I did, and I’m not willing to take that risk. Not with my men. The happiness I’ve found.

  Dante’s shrewd stare contains nothing but acceptance. “Where you came from doesn’t matter. It’s the here and now, our future, that concerns me. I love you, and nothing will change that.”

  My heart melts. “I love you too.”

  Dark. Dangerous. I wouldn’t expect him to be anything less than ruthless in love. He turned my ordered world upside down. We haven’t been able to resist each other. My tiger purrs within me content, fulfilled. At peace with the choice I’ve made.

  “You're sister, Kiko, is going to have kittens when she finds out you're living with two vampires. She already hates my guts,” Vincenzo calls, stalking toward us from the French doors of the house.

  “Let me worry about her.” Turning to face him, I give a wink. “I’ll keep you both safe from her wrath.”

  The towel around his hips drops to the floor, revealing his tapered waist and nude muscled body. Stepping down into the water he joins us in the pool. My body burns with the promise of what these two brothers have planned for me tonight. They’re an intoxicating combination. A delicate balance of fun, laughter, and dark seduction. They think nothing of forcing me against a wall to slake their need for me or satisfy mine when I want to fuck the hell out of both of them.

  Trailing through the water, Vincenzo stalks closer and closer until there are inches separating us. Lids heavy with passion, his gaze travels over me. "You've got that look in your eyes again."

  "What look?" I retort playfully, already knowing the answer.

  "The one where you want to be fucked so long and hard you can still feel us inside you for days after."

  "Then what are you both waiting for?" I sass, raising an eyebrow. “Do you have any idea how much I want you both right now? How much I love you both?”

  Grinding my arse into Dante’s groin, I reach up to cup the nape of Vincenzo's neck and pull him into a heated kiss. They speak to me in ways no one else has before. A silent communication only our souls can hear.

  “We will always give you what you need.” Dante nips at my earlobe with his teeth, easing a knee between my legs to part them. “But not necessarily what you want, Pussycat. Tonight, you are going to be at the mercy of our imaginations. I can't wait to feel your nails digging into my back as I pound into you mercilessly over and over. Hearing you moan my name. That my love arouses you like nothing else.”

  “Yes.” I can’t keep the longing from my tone. Having them fuck me at the same time drives me wild.

  “This is real,” Dante continues taking me from behind. “Not make believe. Ordained by destiny. Fate. Whatever you want to call it. The three of us together.”

  Gripping Vincenzo’s biceps, I accept each delicious thrust from the Vampire King while his younger brother plunders my mouth with a sweet, slow seduction. They’re breaking down walls that were never meant to be broken. Shields to keep my heart safe.

  I’m falling.

  Falling harder than before when none of this was real.

  This time it's forever, and I don’t want it to ever stop.

  I’m no longer the hunter. I’ve become the prey, who is willingly giving herself up to be caught.

  The End

  Genocide

  By Dee Garcia

  Dedication

  To Lexi C. Foss and my Slayer Fam,

  Thank you for letting me be apart of this project.

  I’m honored to have work alongside such amazing women for such a wonderful cause.

  Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Also By Dee Garcia

  About the Author

  Prologue

  Loey

  Three years ago

  There’s something about the Blood Moon that has always fascinated me. I know it’s nothing more than the Earth moving between the sun and the moon, but it’s something I look forward to every few years.

  Tonight is no different.

  I’ve gone as far as faking sudden nausea to leave my side gig at The Mad Orchid early just so I’ll be home in time. Unfortunately and completely unbeknownst to me, I won’t be making it home…

  Taking my usual cut through Central Park, I follow the lamp-lined path toward the Upper East Side. Even if it were dark or I was forced to amble my way blindfolded, I’d be able to make it through. I know it like the back of my hand.

  Clicking the screen lock on my phone, I take note of the time, then crane my head back toward the clear night sky. I’ve got approximately twenty minutes to get my ass home, or I’m going to miss it.

  “Not gonna happen,” I mutter to myself, picking up the pace in a feeble attempt that I might, in fact, make it, but from one moment to the next, everything goes black.

  Despite every ounce of training I’ve endured, all the years I’ve worked for E.V.I.E and have looked the night’s monsters in the eye, the abrupt darkness throws me into the irrational depths of panic. The whispers circling me and the arctic feel of one too many cold hands latching onto my arms doesn’t help, either, erupting a terrified, guttural scream from my throat. My heart almost spews out whole with it, and it’s only because of how muffled it resounds that I realize my loss of vision is a thick satchel placed over my head. If I glance downward, I can see my feet...and at least three shadows.

  Relax, Loey. Panic will be your demise, Vaughn’s silky voice whispers in my mind, reminding me to take my five deep breaths and attune my senses to my surroundings.

  I have good reflexes, but the element of surprise has never been my friend. To this day, regardless of what progress I’ve made, we still work on that during our sessions. It hinders me, and for someone like me, someone who does what I do, that’s not a good thing. No situation is ever certain. We must always anticipate the possibility of an unforeseen hitch in our plan of attack. It’s because of Vaughn I can take down multiple bloodsuckers at once, and that’s precisely what I’m going to have to do right now—because that’s exactly what my assailants are.

  Vampires.

  The vilest supernatural beings to walk the planet.

  And I’m a slayer.

  “Let me go!” I screech, playing up the victim facade. “I have mace in my purse!”

  Said purse is quickly ripped off my shoulder as a round of hissed snickers meet my ears, coming and going around me in ominous waves of impending death as we begin to move. An ill shiver rattles its way down my spine, but I rein my nerves in and try to pinpoint how many of them the
re are based on blind perception alone.

  “Who are you? What do you want? Is it money? You can keep the purse for all I care, just let me go!” I’m still struggling, digging my boots into the pavement for added effect. “Just take it! Let me go!”

  More snickers resound, their frigid grips tightening as they drag me through the grass to God knows where. But then they’re not dragging me anymore. My entire body feels like it’s been sucked through a black hole, forced through with such speed that I lose all sense of everything. When the distortion dissipates, and I can finally breathe again, I realize what’s happened...

  Flashing—vampire super speed. They flashed with me in tow, to a different area of the park or perhaps even further, their footsteps now echoing rather than crunching through the blades of grass like moments prior.

  “Where are we going?” I question, barely keeping up with their strides. Hell, I’m barely even touching the ground.

  “You’ll see,” one of them whispers.

  He’s not one of the two on either side of me. No, his whisper comes from behind me, the chill of his breath permeating through the bag over my head, clinging to the back of my neck.

  I shiver again, searching for Vaughn’s voice deep within the confines of my mind.

  Remain calm, always remain calm. They can sense fear, smell the way it ripples off your aura...and they’ll prey on it without question. Never ever let them know you’re afraid. Keep your breathing even, center yourself, focus on what you need to do to ensure their demise, and then see it through.

  It’d be a hell of a lot easier to center myself if I didn’t have this damn bag over my head. At least if I could see, I could gauge what I’m working with here. I mean, I still haven’t been able to figure out how many of them they are. Sure, I saw three shadows, but I have a feeling there’s more.

  The why in this equation is more than obvious; that insatiable hunger of theirs.

  Or so I thought.

  It’s not until we come to an abrupt halt, and the bag is ripped off my head that I realize there’s another motive behind my abduction: Revenge.

  Revenge that stems from my past, from my mother’s time in E.V.I.E.

  And they got it.

  The atrocities that took place that night, what happened to me within the walls of Belvedere Castle, would forever alter every piece of me, the entire fabric of my being.

  Why, you ask?

  Because I died, only to rise from the dead. Literally. I had to claw my way out of the coffin they stuffed me in, newly acquired fangs burning beneath my gums with the need for a warm, crimson stream.

  Yes, I’m not just a slayer anymore.

  Now, I’m a vampire, too, bound to the night and lusting for blood—just like them. I won’t be for long, though, because I’ve got one last mission in me.

  Find the Malefictums and end them all...before turning the stake on myself.

  1

  Loey

  Present Day

  I need to feed.

  It’s been hours since my last taste, and after a busy Friday night behind the bar, I’m starting to feel it. Every wipe down of the sleek marble bartop blurs my vision a little more, gums aching as I force back my fangs from elongating. Doesn’t matter how much water I drink—my throat feels like it’s on fire. Yeah, I know, water isn’t going to quench my thirst—not that thirst anyway—but I like to believe it helps trick my mind when the bloodlust becomes unbearable.

  Wouldn’t be that way if I just fed regularly.

  I can’t, though. Regardless of what instincts may tell me, I can’t merely feed without remorse like the average immortal. Every innocent person I have to prey on to keep myself alive only adds to the guilt, to that deep-rooted sense of self-loathing that rips through me on a daily basis.

  And yet, on the other hand, it also makes me that much more determined to find the Malefictum’s and end their existence.

  It’s been three years since they turned me, and I have yet to be able to find them. They’re from another realm, one that’s far, far away from the Human world and so well hidden, it’s nearly impossible to stumble upon. Trust me, I’ve tried, and I’ve failed time and time again.

  “Woah,” I catch myself mumbling, gripping the counter to keep myself upright.

  I really need to feed.

  Dragging my gaze to the violet, neon clock across the room, I realize just how long I’ve been behind the bar without stopping. Like four hours, if not more. Glancing to my left, I scope out my co-workers and the current situation. They look like they’ve got it under control, and a quick scan of my side proves everyone seems to be good at the moment.

  There’s literally nothing holding me back at this point except myself.

  Eyeing the exit on my right, that familiar, overwhelming sense of dread consumes me, springing me into action in an attempt to tamp it down. I focus on how the rag circles over marble, trying my damnedest to ignore the burning in my veins.

  I’ll go in five.

  Yeah, five is good. Five minutes will give me enough time to collect myself and—

  The room spins again, harder this time. Everything distorts to a more blurred state, the voices and music around me amplifying, blasting through my eardrums like someone’s holding a megaphone to the side of my head. I’m so used to it at this point that I can’t even say I hate when this happens. I wouldn’t say I live in this state of mind, but I definitely cycle through this point of starvation at least three times per week.

  Next thing I know, there’s a soft yet firm hand sliding over mine, keeping me steady as the world slowly begins to right itself. “You have got to feed, pretty. You’re alarmingly pale,” a raspy female voice says.

  In through your nose, out through your mouth. In through your nose, out through your mouth. That’s my mantra, how I get myself through each debilitating wave. Eyes clamped shut, I inhale another deep breath and blow it out through my lips as I very slowly turn to meet the owner of the voice.

  What she’s said hasn’t even hit me yet. It’s not until I open my eyes and take in the chastising look on her beautiful face that the words sink in.

  Wait… Is she?

  “I am,” she concedes as if reading my thoughts. “Goes to show you how out of it you are. You’ve had two fellow vampires hanging out over here for a hot minute and hadn’t sniffed us out.”

  She has a point.

  Vampires can scent each other out…unless they’re weak. As your body screams in agony from lack of nutrition, your senses begin to shut down one by one. If I hadn’t noticed they were there, how many vampires have waltzed past me undetected because I neglect basic needs daily?

  My eyes flicker between her and the strikingly handsome man beside her. Now that my vision has cleared and I’m getting a good look at them, I note they’re both striking, really. The woman—who’s still holding onto me, I should add—is probably the most exotic woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Hair dark as night styled in wild kinky curls. Beautiful tawny skin. Arched brows, refined nose, lips that could tempt even the most reformed sinner.

  And her eyes?

  Hypnotizing, they’re fucking hypnotizing. Each iris is a different color. The right is a deep, rich caramel, and the left resembles clear Caribbean waters. Heterochromia, I think it’s called.

  “I’m Giselle,” she purrs, squeezing my hand. “And this is my husband, Travis.”

  That squeeze is what breaks the spell, what awakens the burning awareness of her touch and how it makes me feel.

  Like I’m on fire.

  Gasping quietly, I shake my head to clear the residual fog and pull my hand free as I force myself to look away from her. When I peer over at her husband, he’s already watching me from behind the rim of his frosty beer mug, racking a shiver down my spine. Something about his stare unnerves me in the most inexplicable way. It’s like it intensifies what’s already surging between Giselle and me, but I can’t quite pin down if it’s good or bad. All I know is, it’s intimidating as hell. />
  “I’m Loey,” I reply mindlessly, turning back toward Giselle.

  Just looking at her reignites the figurative flame billowing in my palm.

  Giselle smirks and scoots out from her stool. “Care to take a little smoke break with me, Loey?”

  “I don’t smoke.”

  Her dark head cocks aside, her lips curling all the more. “You know that’s not what I mean.”

  Oh, I know, which is why I should tell her no, but deep down, I won’t make it to the end of my shift without a few drops. There’s no way. Once the dizzy spells start, I know I’m closing in on my limit.

  “Fine. They can handle things without me for five.” Tossing the rag onto the counter, I stick two fingers in my mouth and whistle for Dex. He’s the resident bartender on Friday nights, and the only co-worker I’ve ever crossed the line with. Nothing consistent, just when the moment strikes sort of thing. I think we’ve hooked up about three or four times now, all super spontaneous and extremely satisfying. He’s packing, and he knows what he’s doing with that thing. He has no idea I’m a vampire, though, much less a slayer. To him, I’m the seemingly quiet little blonde who can take the dick and make some mean drinks, and I’d like to keep it that way.

  Dex snaps his head toward me, eyebrows shooting up to his hairline. I hold up both hands, signaling I’m taking ten, and then I’m gone, slipping out from behind the bar before he can respond. Giselle’s already there waiting for me, motioning for me to lead the way.

  Hesitating only a beat, I grab her hand and weave us through the sea of bodies to the side exit that leads out to the alleyway, pushing out the door into the chilly, autumn night. It’s mostly dark, only the streetlight at the very entrance pouring in a few feet.