Aurora Sky
Vampire Hunter
Vol. 2.5, Stakeout
By Nikki Jefford
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or the author has used them fictitiously.
Copyright © 2014 Nikki Jefford
All rights reserved
www.NikkiJefford.com
Cover design by ©Phatpuppyart.com - Claudia McKinney
Cover typography by Bookish Brunette Designs
Table of Contents
Taken
Three Out Of Five
Can’t Win Them All
Here Comes Trouble
Red Rage
Out of Town
Moose and Mouse
Into the Dark
Spy Duty
Homeless
The Fane Fan Club
Unusual Symptoms
Forever
Acknowledgements
About the Author
1
Taken
A bare-chested young waiter in a black bow tie handed me a Bloody Mary as I entered the palace on a Saturday night.
No vampire threw a party like Marcus. Case in point: the two topless waiters circulating the room.
Marcus’s vampire and human guests gathered in the living room, mingling and mixing like a smooth cocktail. Many of the faces were familiar—regulars like me scoping out the scene until they found someone to sneak off with to the rooms above. It was all about making a connection with a consensual blood donor.
Everyone who entered the palace was a willing participant. And if a vamp got out of hand, I—Noel Harper, undercover agent for the United States Government’s secret vampire division—was there to catch him in the act. As an informant, I knew just about everything about every vampire within the city limits, and the dazzling parties were just a perk. I had the best job ever.
Finding a seat amid all the furniture and art proved challenging, but I spotted a vacant brocade armchair not far from the windows and Marcus’s ginormous telescope. Could probably see every crater on the moon with that thing.
Once settled, I held the drink in front of my face and stared at the ice cubes as they circled the glass with each twist of my wrist. My lace gloves absorbed the condensation that beaded like rain against a windowpane before streaking down the clear surface.
Without removing my eyes from the glass, I saw a young man in a striped polo and skinny chinos glance in my direction.
I wasn’t here to make friends, so I continued swirling the drink.
Of all the conversations in play, the blonde beside me was the most annoying, which made it more difficult to tune out. She squatted to take a look through Marcus’s telescope. It was one of those crystal clear, cold-as-sin nights where the stars nudge their way into the inky sky like a hundred thousand fireflies suspended in space.
Not that fireflies existed in Alaska, let alone space.
“Isn’t the universe amazing?” Miss Stargazer asked. “Who knows how long it goes on? Maybe there’s no end. Maybe it’s forever.”
Yeah, that was deep. The vamp standing attentively by her side was more interested in the freckles on her neck than the universe or its stars. He gazed longingly at her exposed skin when the girl leaned down to take another glimpse through the eyepiece.
I turned away from the blonde, resting my back against the armchair, and twirled my drink while observing my admirer from beneath my bangs. He watched me several more seconds before heading over.
“You gonna drink that or keep swirling it all night?” he asked.
I looked up coolly. Noel Harper never gushed over vampires.
“I’ve been watching you.” He smirked, like he had this one in the bag. The feeling was mutual. I could have him upstairs in a heartbeat.
I didn’t recognize him, which meant he was an out-of-towner or recently relocated. Meaning I better do my homework and catalogue the vamp as a friendly, hostile, or a person of interest. Always on the clock.
The vamp moistened his lips. “Looks like you could use some company.”
My hand stilled on the glass. I set it on the crackled glass tabletop adjacent to my chair and brushed my bangs aside. I was preparing to introduce myself when a voice from behind spoke abruptly. “She’s taken.”
My heart knocked against my ribcage. After all the things I’d seen and heard as an informant, no boy—human or vampire—had ever acted possessive of me. It set my nerves buzzing.
I didn’t see the speaker until Abercrombie & Fitch turned sideways to look at him.
It was Gavin. He stood, shoulders relaxed, the barest hint of a smile on his face—in all appearances friendly. But there’d been no mistaking the threat in his tone.
The other vamps shoulders sagged. “My bad. Sorry, man, didn’t know.”
Gavin let out a puff of annoyance and looked upwards. The vamp sidestepped his way between the couch and coffee table.
“My bad,” Gavin repeated, not bothering to lower his voice. “He’s obviously new. Probably still growing in his baby fangs.”
I stifled a laugh.
Gavin smiled suddenly. I loved his shaggy brown bangs. There was something so boyishly deviant about them.
“You haven’t touched your drink,” Gavin noted.
I gave it a brief glance. “Never liked these things.”
“You want something else?”
I looked Gavin in the eyes. “No.”
“Good.”
If Gavin wanted me to go upstairs he would have to ask. It didn’t take long.
“Would you like to join me?” He raised a hand to the floor above.
“Why not?” I got up and followed Gavin across the room.
He stopped at the base of the spiral staircase and grinned. “Ladies first.”
I wound my way up the stairs, glad Gavin, not Henry, had asked me to join him. Henry was polite and hot as hell, but the sweet nothings he whispered before biting a girl were annoying. Gavin always got right down to business. Bite. Suck. No romanticizing. My kind of vampire.
I passed an open doorway. Gavin’s footsteps stopped behind me. “This one’s available.”
I had my sights set on the October room down the hall. I thought of it as my room and that door was open. “What about the October room?”
“Fine by me,” Gavin said.
I walked in ahead of Gavin and plucked the silver bat hanging on the inside doorknob. I handed it to Gavin and he slipped it around the outside knob. It meant one thing. DO NOT DISTURB. A well-known rule at the palace.
Pillar candles blazed from the top of a dresser, casting shadows that jumped from one wall to the next. The October room was named such for the varying shades of orange on the ceiling, walls, and décor. I settled onto the bed, stretching my hands behind me as Gavin watched. I felt sleepy in an out-of-body dreamy sort of way.
Gavin walked over and took a seat beside me.
I leaned my head to one side, giving him better access to my neck. Gavin breathed steadily inside the quiet of the October room. When he didn’t lean in like usual, an erratic heartbeat ricocheted through my chest cavity.
Gavin was harmless as far as I could tell, but even the friendly vamps could slip up.
A seemingly behaved vampire named Eric had killed a girl in the heat of the moment four months ago. I reported it to Agent Melcher, and he got one of his hunters on it. Now Eric was dead. For good.
Maybe it was my imagination, but Gavin seemed nervous. Nervous was never good.
I didn’t have poisoned blood like AB negative vampire hunters Aurora and Dante, but mace worked just as well in a pinch. All I had to do was reach under my skirt and retrieve the small spray bottle from the pouch sewn in
side. It made the perfect hiding place and was great as a distraction tactic when running my hand down my thigh to retrieve the bottle.
I slowly slid my hand down my skirt but was stopped when Gavin put his hand on my wrist. His fingers were surprisingly warm against my skin. He lifted my arm gently, making it feel feather-light. More gently still, he turned my arm around, wrist facing up.
Ever so slowly he peeled the glove off my hand. The lace brushed against my fingers, inciting goose bumps across my exposed wrist. I followed Gavin’s gaze to the blue veins running beneath the surface of my pale skin.
A two-inch scar bisected the veins beneath my palm. I tried to pull my hand away, but before I could, Gavin’s head bent forward. His tongue left a wet trail along the inside of my arm. He stopped at my wrist and swirled his tongue below the edges of my palm. I sucked in a breath and leaned back.
Gavin held on tighter, kissing my wrist before sucking on the skin. He ran his tongue down my arm to my elbow crease. His wicked tongue was making me wet between my legs without even venturing south. Would he dare?
Focus Noel! Foreplay with a vampire... not a good idea.
I cleared my throat. “I believe you’re supposed to bite the skin before you suck it.”
Gavin stopped abruptly and pulled away from my wrist. For a moment his face was expressionless in the shadows of the room. “Very well, Noel, I can take a hint.”
I opened my mouth to speak but no words came out. I hadn’t meant to offend him. I’d liked what he was doing even if it wasn’t exactly kosher. Some informants were assigned specific vampires to date and keep tabs on, but I’d never received such orders. My task involved getting to know the crowd at the palace and make myself available to anyone who drank blood. That’s it. No dating. No screwing. And certainly no foreplay unless absolutely necessary.
Gavin swept my hair over my shoulder and leaned in.
“What’s it like?” I asked suddenly. “Living forever?” I turned on the bed, swiped my lace fingerless glove, and slipped it back over my wrist.
Gavin’s expression softened. He scooted further up the bed. His eyes locked on mine. How could such a beautiful being who breathed in and out as normally as me live forever, I wondered.
I was the one not breathing. I didn’t realize I’d been holding my breath until Gavin began talking.
“It’s like time is standing still,” Gavin said. “But at the same time everything is always changing. Decades come and go. I’ve seen incredible technological advances and social changes, but at the same pace as any mortal, so I don’t notice the changes until certain moments when it hits me how much has changed.”
“How long have you been around?”
Gavin lifted his chin proudly. “Two hundred and eight years.”
I wrinkled my nose. “Old man.”
“I’m immortal, not old.”
There was maybe fifteen inches between our faces. I leaned forward. “But I mean, how old do you feel?”
“Eighteen.”
I puffed in disbelief.
Gavin smiled. The most I ever saw inside his mouth was his two front teeth and their immediate companions. Not far from those he had a set of sharpened teeth, which I’d personally experienced buried inside my neck.
“When you look eighteen, people treat you like you’re eighteen,” Gavin explained.
“Why don’t you have an accent?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“Aren’t you originally from Europe?” He was Caucasian and over 200 years old. Had to be European, right?
Gavin scowled. “I’m not European. I was born in America.”
I looked up at the rust-colored ceiling. “Two hundred and eight years ago?”
Gavin sat up straighter. “You better believe it. Virginia native, just like George Washington.” He eyed me dubiously. “You do know who George Washington was, don’t you?”
I leaned forward and smacked him on the shoulder. “Of course I do!”
“Ouch.” Gavin rubbed his shoulder. “You’re strong for such a shorty.”
“Alaska born and bred,” I said, lifting my nose. “Like a bear cub.”
“Black bear,” Gavin said smiling. “Small, but fierce.”
“That’s right.” I stretched and lay back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Gavin followed my lead, breathing steadily beside me.
“Why the blood lust?” I asked even though I knew the answer from training. In addition to their nocturnal habits, vampires were afflicted with a rare genetic disorder that broke down the production of hemoglobin, the red pigment found in blood. The desire to drink blood wasn’t driven by lust so much as instinct. Vampires were simultaneously diseased and yet untouchable in terms of sickness and age.
The irony of being a vampire.
“I feel better after drinking blood,” Gavin admitted.
“Why not just drink from a bag?”
Gavin turned on his side, propping his head on his hand. “I don’t have access to that kind of supply for starters. Secondly, it’s not fresh.”
I turned my head. “You can taste a difference?”
“Of course.”
“Fresh squeezed,” I said and snorted.
Gavin grinned. “And then there’s the intimate experience of drawing blood directly from the source.”
I grinned mischievously at him. “You like that, do you?”
“You tell me.”
I turned toward the ceiling, closing my eyes as Gavin leaned in. He inhaled through his nose before sinking his teeth inside my neck. Pleasure and pain shot through me. I cried out softly when his teeth broke through my skin.
His lips pulled gently at my neck as he coaxed blood from my vein to his tongue.
A feeling of warmth and connection rushed through me. It wasn’t like this usually. Usually it was like bracing myself for a shot and waiting for the needle to come back out. But Gavin, oh Gavin, why did I suddenly feel lightheaded in the most welcome way?
“How do I taste?” I asked breathlessly.
He lay back beside me. I glanced at his lips feeling a rush of attraction.
“You taste... different.”
I looked quickly from his mouth to his eyes. “Different how?”
“I don’t know. Your blood has a unique flavor.”
I relaxed my head back into the blanket and smiled. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
“No, there’s something odd about your taste.”
An involuntary shiver traveled up my spine. What if information ever leaked that informants had a particular flavor or vampires figured it out for themselves? It would make it pretty hard to fly under the radar if they had only to taste the truth.
“And you just noticed this now?” I asked.
“I noticed the first time I bit you. I asked Henry about it, and he noticed the same thing. We’ve never tasted another human with blood like yours.”
One of the candle flames in the corner started spazzing out as it reached the end of the wick. Goosebumps rose over my arms. At least they didn’t have another informant to compare me with.
“What blood type are you?” Gavin asked.
“AB positive,” I answered truthfully.
Gavin reached a hand in the air as though attempting to touch the ceiling. “Me, too.”
I tried to listen to music on the drive home, but the lyrics kept competing with my thoughts so I switched the tunes off.
I should have been pondering blood type and taste, but I kept snapping back to the moment Gavin ran his tongue over my arm. Why had he done that? Seemed like he wanted something more from me.
Sex with a vampire.
I’d always figured it was only a matter of time before Melcher ordered it. What if a vampire chose me? Sleeping with Gavin was practically a job requirement if he initiated it. And if I happened to encourage it, it was solely in the name of duty.
I snorted aloud. “Liar.”
I passed my apartment building, pulling into a curbside s
pot a block down the street. Each unit had only one spot under the carport and my roommate Michelle called it since her name was on the lease.
I checked our mailbox as I came through the front entrance. Among the catalogs and magazines was a red, padded envelope addressed to me. There was no return address. I squeezed the stack of mail under my arm and unlocked the door to the lower entrance, quickly passing the laundry room. Our apartment was a third story, corner unit on the far side of the building. Wind had blown snow into the open hallway. The particles were as dry as dust and had collected into piles along the wall like sand from an hourglass.
The hollow echo of my footsteps followed me to the front door. I pulled out my skull and crossbones keychain and unlocked the door. Light from the TV flashed across the living room’s far wall. I set the magazines on the kitchen counter.
My second roommate, Trudy, stood in the living room flicking her wrists at her boyfriend, Alex, who missed the gesture completely as he played a war game on Xbox.
“All you ever do is stare at that damn screen. We never talk or do anything interesting anymore,” Trudy said.
Alex tilted sideways with his controller, eyes on the TV as he responded. “Then why do you want to go to the movies? I’ll be staring at a screen, and we won’t be talking. I can do that here without having to pay twenty bucks.”
I muttered a quick “hi” before ducking inside my bedroom and closing the door. Trudy and Alex reminded me of an old married couple. I’d forgotten how boring guys who didn’t bite could be.
Once I was seated cross-legged on the floor, I tore into the envelope.
Out spilled candy, a pendant, and another red envelope. I tore it open and pulled out an invitation.
LOVE BITES
COCKTAIL PARTY
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 15TH
DUSK
AT THE PALACE
HOSTED BY MARCUS
WEAR RED OR BLACK
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