Vamps & the City

by Kerrelyn Sparks

  “This is your fault!” Sly pointed a finger at Darcy. “You let a mortal win. I warned you what would happen.”

  Darcy’s eye twitched. “He won fair and square.”

  “No!” Sly shouted. “No mortal could defeat a vampire. You’ve betrayed us all.” He leaned forward and hissed, “You’re fired.”

  Darcy flinched. She tried to turn away, but Bart had the camera in her face. Great. Fired on international television and labeled a traitor in front of the vampire world. She’d never find employment again.

  “You can’t fire her.” Austin glared at Sly. “It was my fault. She begged me over and over to get myself eliminated.”

  “But that would have been fixing the contest,” Gregori observed. “By attempting to stay in, you kept it fair.”

  “Who gives a shit about being fair?” Sly yelled. His eyes narrowed on Gregori. “You’re fired.”

  Gregori shrugged. “You should have that phrase patented. You do it so well.”

  Lady Pamela raised a hand to attract everyone’s attention. “We still have a problem here. We cannot have a mortal master. How would he protect us?”

  “Aye,” Princess Joanna agreed. “Our master must be a vampire.”

  “Well, he’s not,” Sly growled. His eyes widened suddenly as if an idea had just popped into his head. He cast a sly look in Austin’s direction. “Though his condition could be changed.”

  Darcy gasped. “No.”

  Austin dropped the check on the floor. His face paled.

  The ladies exchanged looks.

  “Are you suggesting we transform him?” Princess Joanna asked.

  Sly shrugged. “If you want him, take him.”

  “Whoa!” Austin raised his hands. “I’m not agreeing to this.”

  “You can’t transform someone against their will,” Darcy insisted.

  “Why not?” Sly sneered. “Did anyone ask you for your permission?”

  Her eye twitched.

  “Come on, ladies.” Sly gave them an encouraging smile. “You’ll get the man you wanted and five million dollars. Which one of you has the guts to do the deed?”

  Austin grabbed the check off the floor. “Look, ladies. I’ll give you the check if you leave me alone.”

  Their eyes widened.

  “You’d give us the money?” Vanda asked.

  “No!” Roberto cried. “He is disqualified. That money is mine!”

  “Hush,” Gregori muttered. “Look, Sly. Darcy’s right. You can’t transform this guy against his will.”

  Sly glared at him. “Who’s listening to you? You’re fired, too.” He turned to the camera. “Ladies and gentlemen, this will be the most exciting moment in vampire history! A live transformation performed right before your very eyes.”

  “You can’t do it.” Darcy clenched her fists. “You can’t transform someone without killing him first.”

  “Your point?”

  She gave an exasperated huff. “It’s murder. Don’t you think that’s a bit…unethical, even for television?”

  Sly shrugged. “But imagine the ratings.”

  Austin stepped in front of a camera. “I’d like to state for the record that I’m thoroughly opposed to murder. Especially my own.”

  Princess Joanna waved a hand in dismissal. “Relax, young man. We’re not going to kill you.”

  “No.” Maria Consuela clutched her rosary. “It is evil.”

  Lady Pamela shook her head. “We don’t need a master that badly.”

  “Yes, you do!” Roberto jumped forward. “You need me.”

  “Hush,” Vanda muttered.

  “You don’t need a master at all,” Austin stated. “You just need a little financial assistance to help get you on your feet.” He laid the check across the ladies’ laps.

  “Oh, my!” Cora Lee gasped. “All this money. Whatever will we do with it all?”

  “I—I suppose we could go into trade?” Lady Pamela suggested.

  Vanda grinned. “Let’s open our own male dancer club. With vampire men.”

  The ladies jumped to their feet, all jabbering at the same time. Laughing, they scurried toward the door with their giant check.

  “Wait!” Roberto called after them. “Come back with my money.”

  “Adios, Roberto.” Vanda shut the door.

  “Come back!” Roberto stomped a foot on the floor. “You must do as I say. I am your master!”

  The ladies’ laughter could be heard from the foyer. Maggie grabbed Austin and escorted him from the room. Darcy sighed with relief that he was safe.

  Sly turned to her. “You crazy bitch.”

  She gulped. Her nightmare wasn’t over.

  “Hey.” Gregori grasped Sly by the arm. “Don’t talk to her like that.”

  Sly pulled his arm free. “Look at what she’s done. We don’t have a winner. The women have run off with the money. The whole thing is a freaking disaster.”

  “I disagree.” Darcy lifted her chin. “It’s more like a miraculous transformation. Those ladies once believed they couldn’t survive without a master. They were trapped in the past and frozen with fear and self-doubt. But they blossomed before our eyes. Now, they’re strong, independent, intelligent women who know the truth. They don’t need a master.”

  Sly snorted. “And you think that’s good? Every male vampire in the world is going to hate you.”

  “I don’t hate her,” Gregori said.

  “You’re an idiot,” Sly snarled. “How can we have a Sexiest Man on Earth contest without a winner?”

  “Adam was the winner,” Darcy insisted.

  “He’s a mortal!” Sly hissed. “You’ve insulted the entire vampire world.”

  Darcy squared her shoulders. “That’s a chance I’m willing to take. When the ladies wanted to follow their dream, Adam encouraged them. That makes him the Sexiest Man on Earth.”

  “You’re an idiot, too. You’re both fired.”

  “Then, let’s get outta here.” Gregori held out a hand to Darcy. She lifted her chin to make a dignified exit.

  “You were great,” Gregori whispered as they walked down the hallway.

  “I’m doomed.” She stopped as her whole body started to shake. “I’ve lost Austin. I’ve lost my career. And vampires all over the world will hate me.”

  “Not your friends.” Gregori patted her on the back. “And I think you’d be surprised by how many friends you have.”

  She took a deep breath. “I hope you’re right.”

  “Thank you for not…attacking me,” Austin told the ladies in the foyer.

  Cora Lee giggled. “Thank you for all this money.”

  “Are you really opening a male stripper club?” Austin asked. “For vampires?”

  “Yes.” Vanda laughed. “I think we should call it Horny Devils.” She looked him over. “Do you need a job, cutie?”

  “I’m not that desperate.” But he might get there fast, especially if Sean Whelan blacklisted him. The front door burst open, and Corky Courrant entered with her crew. “Time for me to go.” Austin nodded to the ladies. “Good luck to you.”

  He ran up the stairs to fetch his luggage from his room.

  “Wait up.” Maggie zoomed to catch up with him. “I’m not sure you should just leave. You know all about our world.”

  “I won’t tell anyone.”

  “I could try erasing your memory,” she suggested. “But I’m not sure you want to forget Darcy.”

  One vampire wouldn’t have enough power to erase his memory. More the pity. It would be such a relief. No memory and no pain. But the memories were too priceless to give up, no matter the cost of the pain. “I want to remember her.”

  “I understand.” Maggie frowned as she walked beside him. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out for you.”

  “So am I.” He opened the door to his room. “I’m sorry I made her lose her job. Would you tell her that for me? And tell her I wish her a long and happy…life.”

  Maggie nodded. “I’m sure sh
e wishes the same for you.”

  A few minutes later, Austin took his bags down the back stairs. When he reached the first floor, he could see the foyer. It was bright with lights and cameras. Corky was busy interviewing the ladies.

  He spotted Darcy standing to the side. She turned to look at him. He raised a hand in farewell. She did the same.

  So that was it. No final kiss or embrace. With a sigh, he headed toward the service elevator in the kitchen. No final proclamations of undying love. No final rush into each other’s arms. No tears spilled over a love that could never be. Just this savage pain in his chest as he slipped away into the dark night.

  Chapter 26

  A day later, Austin realized he was going to live. And still have bills to pay. He considered other jobs in law enforcement, but human criminals had somehow lost their appeal. He was only interested in the undead variety.

  To keep his mind off Darcy, he took a temporary job in construction. The labor wore him out so he was able to sleep at night. He worked until the next Saturday, then took a day off.

  He sat on the couch, drinking a beer and wondering what to do with his life. He’d reached some of his old contacts from his days in Eastern Europe. He was considering going back. He knew the languages. He knew there were bad vampires there. Still, he was reluctant to leave New York. Darcy was here. He wanted to be here in case she needed him.

  Who was he kidding? She had plenty of friends. She didn’t need him. He eyed the box that now held the videotapes of her old newscasts. He should return the tapes. He should let go.

  He clunked the beer bottle down on the coffee table. First, he’d watch all the tapes one more time. One last tribute to Darcy. He stacked the tapes in chronological order, then inserted the first one into the VCR. For the first hour, he smiled. Into the second hour, he felt like crying. By that evening, he had reached the last tape. He was sprawled on the couch, thoroughly depressed, with the last slices of a take-out pizza congealing on the coffee table.

  A news anchor described Darcy’s disappearance, his face plastered with false concern. No one knew where she was.

  “She’s dying in an alley, you bastard,” Austin growled. If only that damned experiment had worked. If Darcy could change back into a mortal, she’d stop rejecting him. What had gone wrong with the experiment? Something about mutated vampire DNA and the need for the person’s original DNA.

  The next newscast started. The reporter was standing in the alley behind the vampire club. Though Darcy’s body had never been found, the police had recovered a knife stained with her blood. Poor Darcy. Knifed in the chest.

  Austin sat up with a jerk. Holy crap! The bloody knife. Her original human DNA. He slapped a hand against his forehead. Was that what Roman needed to make the experiment work?

  Austin threw on a suit so he would look like he was still with the CIA. He looked up Gregori’s address and phone number on the computer and scribbled down the information. He made some calls and discovered the evidence on Darcy’s case had been moved to a central lockup facility in Midtown.

  He drove there. It was nine P.M. on a Saturday night, so the place was dead. Only one officer on duty.

  Austin approached the officer and planted an image of a CIA ID card in the officer’s head. “I’m with the CIA.” He flashed an ID card from a video rental store.

  The officer nodded. “How can I help you?”

  “I need to check the evidence for the Darcy Newhart case. It’s four years old.”

  The officer pushed a clipboard toward him. “I’ll need you to sign in.”

  Austin wrote the name Adam Cartwright.

  The officer thumbed through an index file, then removed a card. “Here it is. Bin number 3216.”

  “Thanks.” Austin waited for the officer to buzz him in. He strode down the narrow aisles till he located the box labeled 3216/Newhart. He pulled it off the shelf. Inside, he found a broken video camera, Darcy’s old purse, and in a plastic bag, the bloody knife. He stuffed the plastic bag inside his coat and returned the box to the shelf.

  Back in his car, he examined the knife through the plastic covering. This could be it. Darcy’s one chance to become human again. And their one chance to be together. He set the bag on the passenger seat. His hands shook as he dialed Gregori’s number on his cell phone.

  “Hello?” Gregori answered.

  “I need to speak to Darcy.”

  There was a pause. “This is Austin, right?”

  “Yes. I have something important to tell Darcy.”

  “Haven’t you done enough? She lost her job because of you.”

  “I wouldn’t bother her if this wasn’t extremely important.”

  “I have a better idea. Don’t bother her at all.” Gregori hung up.

  Great. Her friends were protecting her. Austin drove to Gregori’s address and parked. He buzzed the apartment.

  “Yes?” A female voice came over the intercom.

  “Vanda, is that you? I need to talk to Darcy.”

  “Austin?”

  “Yes. I have something vital to show Darcy.”

  “She’s already seen it,” Vanda replied dryly. “Look, she’s cried enough over you. Leave her alone.”

  Austin released the intercom button with a sigh. He could break into their apartment, but then he’d have a bunch of angry vampires screaming at him. Darcy would be too upset to listen. He needed an ally. Someone who could present Darcy’s options to her without breaking and entering. Shanna Whelan? He wasn’t sure where she was. She and Roman had moved out of the townhouse to get away from Sean’s threats. But the townhouse was still there. And the kilted Scottish guards.

  Connor. He was the perfect choice. He was the one who had transformed Darcy. He should be the one to tell her the news.

  Austin drove to Draganesti’s townhouse on the Upper East Side. The steps leading to the front door were dark, lit only by a blinking red light on a surveillance camera equipped with a night lens. He rang the doorbell and glanced up at the camera to allow the guards inside a good look at his face.

  A deep voice, laced with a Scottish accent, spoke over the intercom. “Push the button and state yer purpose.”

  He pressed the button on the intercom. “I want to speak to Connor.”

  No answer. Austin waited. He pivoted, surveying the quiet street. And waited. He had pushed the button on the intercom to remind them he was waiting, when the door slowly opened.

  An unwanted shiver crept down his spine.

  “Come in,” Connor said. He smiled slightly. “Ye’re just in time for dinner.”

  They’re all bottle-fed, Austin reminded himself as he stepped into the dimly lit foyer. Connor was just trying to scare him. Or maybe, the bastard enjoyed playing with his food.

  There were three kilted Scotsmen in the foyer. Connor was in the middle with the youthful-looking vampire on the right. A black-haired Scotsman was on the left. Behind them, there was a large staircase and a reserve troop of six more kilted vampires.

  Connor crossed his arms and regarded him curiously. “Well, laddie. Ye have some bollocks coming here.”

  “I need to talk to you. In private.”

  Connor tilted his head toward the black-haired Scotsman. “Dougal, search the perimeter. Make sure our wee friend from the CIA has come alone.”

  “Aye, sir.” Dougal and two of the reserve guards went out the front, closing the door behind them. Two more reserve guards zoomed out the back door.

  “I’m alone,” Austin said. “And I’m no longer with the CIA.”

  Connor arched a dubious brow. “Raise yer arms, please, so Ian can check you for weapons.”

  Austin lifted his arms as the youthful vampire circled behind him. “I have a knife in my jacket.” In less than a second, the last two reserve guards were flanking him with swords pointed at his chest.

  Austin blinked. That was fast. Ian removed the plastic bag containing the bloody knife and handed it to Connor.

  “I wasn’t going to use i
t,” Austin muttered.

  “You wouldna have had the chance.” Connor turned the bag over, examining the knife. “This blood is old.”

  “Four years old. It’s Darcy’s.” Austin noted the automatic flinch in Connor’s hands.

  A hint of remorse flitted over the Scotsman’s face before he resumed his usual blank expression. “Any other weapons?”

  Ian finished patting down Austin’s legs. “Nay. He’s clean.”

  “This way.” Connor marched toward a door behind the staircase.

  Austin followed, still flanked by the two armed guards and trailed by Ian. He went through a swinging door to find himself in a kitchen.

  “Sit.” Connor motioned toward the table. He glanced at Ian and the guards. “You may go.”

  Austin approached the table, but didn’t sit.

  Connor set the bloody knife on the table. “So, this is the knife that killed Darcy?”

  “No, it wounded her. You’re the one who killed her, you bastard.” He rammed a fist into Connor’s jaw. Austin smiled grimly when the Scotsman stumbled back. The vampire’s jaw had been hard as stone, but the pain had been worth it, just to see the shocked expression on Connor’s face.

  “Why the hell did ye do that?”

  Austin flexed his sore hand. “You deserved it.”

  Connor sat at the table and motioned to the chair across from him.

  Austin sat. Apparently, he didn’t need to worry about a counterattack. Connor must have agreed he deserved the hit.

  “So ye’ve left the CIA?” Connor asked.

  “I resigned a week ago after a major disagreement with Sean Whelan. I wanted to concentrate only on the Malcontents, but he still believes all vampires are evil.”

  “And ye no longer believe that?”

  “No. I got to know some Vamps while I was doing the reality show. They’re harmless.” Austin sighed. “Sean ordered me to stake them during the day while they’re helpless. I refused.”

  “Sporting of you.”

  Austin was surprised by the twinkle of amusement in the Scotsman’s eyes. “I thought so.”

  Connor lounged back in his chair. “Rumor has it that ye actually won that contest and all the money, but ye gave the check to the ladies.”