The Naughty Box (9 books in 1 box set)

by Davis, SJ

  “God fucking damn it Kilvire!”

  “Robin, I’m recording here!”

  I switched off the Dictaphone and laid it on the medical trolley. The rouge vampire was fastened down by leather straps and looked very scared indeed. Kilvire was also holding him down with his mind. We’d found him chopping down on a small child in Edinburgh. Luckily the child had survived unlucky for the Vampire he wasn’t found on Robin’s watch she wasn’t very good about catching Vamps and bring them back alive, she got a bit blood thirsty.

  “Kilvire, what the hell are you doing!”

  “You skin is resisting the needle, it’s hard to find a vein.”

  “Go ahead and stab me some more then please!”

  “You two, you know this is supposed to be a proper experiment, documented and researched and you two are like a couple of kids.”

  “She started it!” Kilvire protested.

  Kilvire was THE oldest vampire alive. He was turned when humans took the first step from being apes to man. He had abilities that would make you fill your pants. He could read minds; he could crush someone’s insides just by thinking about it. He was a scary thing to behold. His skin was deathly pale and he had a bald head. He hardly ever needed to feed and single handily protected the whole fortress. He would also be able to read the mind of any vampire intruder who came within a hundred miles of him. During the day he slept in a cave up in the highlands and had three of his followers there to cater to his every whim. So many minds in such close proximity where hard to deal with.

  Robin and Kilvire had formed a really strange friendship that I would never understand. We were absolutely scared shitless of him, including my soul mate and the leader of our pack, Vincent. As for Robin well I didn’t know whether she had balls the size of melons or just had a death wish.

  “She just likes a challenge.” Kilvire said answering my inner question.

  “I really hate it when you do that Kilvire.”

  “I know but you are such a strong emitter Ginetta.” He smiled his special scary smile.

  “Can you guys not fight for maybe ten minutes so I can possibly get on with this?”

  “Yes miss!” Robin saluted.

  I clicked back on my Dictaphone and resumed.

  “Subject will receive a higher dose of Santorian blood. Estimation for exact dose is tricky due to the difference in age of subjects, also weight and sex seems to factor in as well. Santorian blood is now extracted. Vampire subject will now be drained to the point where brain activity begins to falter.”

  “Oh goodie!”

  I rolled my eyes as Robin rubbed her arm and practically pounced on the vampire and latched on to his neck.

  “Kilvire will now insert a line into subjects arm to receive Santorian blood.”

  Kilvire nodded and did this quickly. Soon the subject was all hooked up and ready to go and Kilvire reached out and lightly touched Robin’s head to tell her to unlatch herself.

  “Subject is now ready. Kilvire is now inserting Santorian blood into the vein in the arm.”

  I stopped the dialect; this stage took several minutes so I went to the table to watch. These experiments went two ways. If we didn’t get enough Santorian blood into the subject they simply died. Too much and they turned into a vampire zombie killing machine. Any humans they came into contact with turned too so these experiments were heavily guarded and no humans were anywhere near. We killed and then burned all the subjects and the room was bleached and rinsed down after ever experiment. We were very careful.

  Kilvire was squeezing Robin’s blood into the subject as fast as the vein would allow. I crossed my fingers. Kilvire knew our enemy was well aware of the correct dosage and in fact had perfected it. We had no idea what they were going to attack with next. An army of Santorians could be lying in wait. Our only chance was to discover the right dosage so we too could reinforce our own army for the impending attack we knew was coming. When Kilvire was squeezing in the last bag of Robin’s blood I picked my Dictaphone back up.

  “Kilvire is now reaching the end of the intended dose. He is currently monitoring the brain activity, analysing changes so that should we succeed we will be able to better determine the dose for further experiments.”

  I watched as Kilvire approached the end of the bag but suddenly he stopped and quickly yanked the needle from the subjects arm and placed his thumb over the needle hole. I motioned to ask him what he was doing but he held up a finger to silence me.

  The three of us looked at the subject and the he breathed in deep and he back arched against the leather restraints. My first thought was, crap we have given him too much but then I saw his eyes. Unlike an overdosed victim his eyes were bright ruby red, just like Robins were when she got pissed off at someone.

  In one swift movement Kilvire pulled a large clever from under the table and hacked the newly born Santorians head off.

  “I did not see that coming.” Robin said as she calmly wiped her face free of blood.

  “We couldn’t very well keep him could we?” He replied.

  “True but was there any need to…”

  “So we prolong his suffering, his hunger.”

  “Okay, okay. I get it.” I answered “but did you have to be so flipping bloodthirsty and do you have to look so happy about it!”

  Kilvire actually laughed. I swear to God, I didn’t know whether to be grateful or worried that he was on our side.

  “Grateful… definitely grateful dear Ginetta.”

  Chapter 12

  I made my way upstairs leaving Robin and Kilvire to clean up and organise a meeting with the others. Vincent and I had two rooms near to Robin and Red’s room. Compared to the rooms we had back at the cavern we now lived a very simple life. I missed my books and I silently preyed that our cavern had remained untouched. We’d been back to check and each time they’d found the undead in the church but they had never found our underground city. I was dreading Robin finding out about their mansion. We’d sent some vamps last week to Manchester and they had come back with a report that the mansion had been totally ransacked. She was going to want someone’s head for it.

  I reached the door to our suit and went in to find Vinnie removing his long leather coat.

  “Are you just home?” I asked him.

  As his eyes met mine a little electricity was sparked inside my heart. I had waited two thousand years for Vinnie to return my love and it had been worth the wait. His light sandy hair fell well past his shoulders and he had braided the sides at his temples and tied the top half back. He wore a cream Jacobite shirt and black jeans. His face was something you found on the statues in ancient Rome, he was THAT gorgeous, almost Godlike. I had spent so long wondering how it would feel to have the emptiness in my soul filled that our love was sometimes overwhelming.

  Reading this you would probably think it so stupid that we would want it each other, need each other so deeply with all the crap going on around us but you couldn’t be near your soul mate without wanting to rip their clothes off and do nasty things to them. I had slightly more restraint than Vincent. I had wandered the earth for so long living with that love, not having it reciprocated. I had grown used to the empty feeling inside my heart. After fifteen centuries I had braved my inner demon and I had faced Vincent for the first time since he turned me and it had not been as bad as I anticipated. I had been able to stand being in the same room as him.

  All that had changed when Vincent had been murdered. I had taken a special ring of prophecy and following Kilvire's instructions I had brought Vincent back to life. That was a couple of months ago and the process had bonded us like soul mates. I spent half the time eagerly making love to Vincent and the other half telling him no, we had the remnants of the human populace to organise.

  He looked at me now with his piercing green eyes and he actually growled at me then, dropping his jacket to the floor started striding towards me.

  “Vincent I have something to tell you…”

  “Later.”
He muttered and pinned me up against the wall next to the door.

  I moaned as buried his face in my neck, kissing and nipping and then he began to work the buttons on my shirt.

  “Oh… oh! Vincent please,” a hand snaked down the front of my pants. “Holey… wow, Vincent! We were successful!”

  The hand stopped and he brought up his head to look at me.

  “You made a Santorian?”

  “Yes. They are calling a meeting before sun up. I left Kilvire and Robin cleaning up the mess.”

  “Mess.”

  “When we turned him, Kilvire chopped his head off and killed him.”

  “Well, that makes sense.” He said bobbing his head in agreement.

  “Funny, it wasn’t my first thought.”

  “So they are cleaning up and then calling a meeting… we have time.”

  “Vincent!”

  “Ye Gods Ginetta do you want to waste this?”

  He dipped his eyes and I followed them to the huge bulge in the front of his pants.

  “He’s been like that for an hour!” He complained.

  I laughed, hard and then snaked my hands around his neck and brought him in for a kiss. He returned it instantly and desperately. He pushed me into the wall and I as we kissed I slipped off my shoes and kicked them away. I undid the button on my pants, dropped those to my ankles, stepped out of one leg and kicked those away too. Vincent grabbed my leg under knee joint and hoisted it up while undoing his own trousers with the other hand. I smiled while we kissed. He freed himself from his tight jeans and groaned in relief then without further ado he thrust into me. I lost control then too. He filled me up to capacity and it brought back all the memories of us together in ancient Rome, when I was his willing slave. I had loved him so much and he’d had feelings so strong for me then that he’d been willing to give up all the other ladies in his household for me, so we could be a couple. Little did we know the true depth of my feelings.

  He braced a hand against the wall and found a furious pace, burying his face into my neck and sinking his teeth in.

  I yelped, more from pleasure than pain and ran my hands underneath his shirt and up the contours of his back. I felt his muscles flex and move as he fucked me, and it was fucking. There was no tenderness; it was raw, animalistic need demanding to be sated. I felt myself nearing my peak and I dug my nails into the flesh on his back as came. He cried out and withdrew from my neck as he too reached his end. His body sagged into mine and he released my leg.

  “When is this going to end?” he gasped. “I mean, it’s great, don’t get me wrong Gina, but I’m like a twelve year old boy with his Dad’s pornography.”

  I narrowed my eyes. “Did your dad even have pornography?” I laughed.

  “You know what I mean. How did you manage Gina? All those centuries all that time with this need, constant ungratifying need?”

  “The distance helped, and as time passed so did the desperate longing.”

  He kissed me then, more tenderly, smoothing the hair back from my face.

  “I love you so much Ginetta.” He said resting his forehead against mine.

  “And I you, my love.”

  “We had better go and you can fill me in on…”

  “Our greatest discovery to date? That should have been at the forefront of your mind instead of your carnal needs?”

  “That’s the one, don’t rub it in.”

  Almost everyone was waiting for us in the meeting room. Ilona and her mate Redvick, Red and Robin, Ethan and Elaina. Malachi and his human girlfriend Danielle, Kilvire and a couple of other Vamps who were researchers, doctors and an integral part of our team.

  “Where’s Horaldo?” Vincent asked taking his seat at the head of the large round table.

  “He’s with his new mate.” Robin answered.

  “They are walking the grounds somewhere.”

  “Leave them be,” Vincent answered. “I’ll fill him in before sundown. Okay, tell me everything.”

  I proceeded to fill everyone in up until the point where Kilvire had halted the blood transfusion, even I was at a loss to understand really how he had known. Kilvire took my lead and carried on.

  “I was closely monitoring his brain activity and I can only describe what felt like a small electric charge in the frontal lobe. I took a chance and immediately stopped the transfusion. My theory is that this was the awaking of the Santorian heart. The jolt was tiny, but I felt it travel from the head right through his entire body and almost immediately his brain was awake and active. This is the key, listening for that vital spark of life and then halting the flow of blood so that it does not overload the new-born’s system.”

  “Astounding.” Said Vincent. “So you think you can now re-enact this experiment.”

  “Absolutely, I am almost positive that I should now be able to recreate a Santorian. I do suggest we use Robin’s blood for the next turning. If the strength of her blood is to be taken into account I may not be able to get so clear a signal from Ethan.”

  “Understood.” Vincent nodded. “I suggest we use one more test subject before we move to one of our pack members, to be safe.”

  “We might have a little bit of a problem there.” I piped up. “That vamp was our last prisoner.”

  “Damn it.” Vincent said shaking his head.

  “Robin I want you out tomorrow night on vamp recall, head down to Edinburgh, we haven’t been there for a week. I don’t want to risk any of our clan members on one experiment.”

  “You got it boss.” Robin answering.

  “Wait…” We all turned to Ilona, she rarely, if ever spoke up at meetings. “I want to volunteer.”

  “Nooo!” Redvick, her mate said sharply.

  “Calm down Redvick, please.”

  “Mother how could you even think about doing this, you could die!” Red leaned over the table towards her and banged his fist down, causing us all to jump.

  “You all have no idea of the hell I am in every day do you. I am practically a human with an appetite for blood. My leg still aches from the fight with Katrina and skin still has not completely healed. It seems everyone around has unique gifts and I was lumbered with only weakness. This, this could be my chance to finally be someway normal, well normal for our world. I’ve never fed on my own, because I cannot fight off an attack and yet I watch as Robin and Kilvire slaughter hundreds of zombies while I am powerless to do anything.”

  “I will not let you do it.” Red said, staring her straight in the face. “I will not lose you again, and Redvick would you leave him behind to mourn you for an eternity.”

  “Kilvire what are my chances?”

  “I would say I am 95% confident I can do this.”

  “Stop this madness.” Redvick shouted, “Don’t you dare encourage her, she isn’t strong enough for this.

  “Robin how soon can you donate again?” Ilona said, ignoring him.

  “Robin, don’t you dare.” Red warned her.

  She faltered, looking about at the see of faces. “Three days, maybe two, three to be safe.”

  “It’s settled. It’s my decision and I will not hear arguments against it. I want this, more than anything. I want to be like just like her.” She motioned towards me.

  The meeting fell into total chaos. Red slammed his chair back and stormed out with Robin right behind him protesting. Ilona gave Kilvire a nod, some silent conversation passing between them and then she too left with her mate Redvick towing behind in total shock. Malachi and Danielle left with Ethan and Elaina leaving just Vincent and Kilvire remaining.

  “Kilvire.” Vincent said seriously, “Can you do this?”

  “Yes, absolutely.” He replied.

  “I cannot argue with her logic, I have never seen a vampire so weak before.”

  It was true. A couple of months ago Ilona had a run in with a particularly nasty vampire called Katrina. Katrina had broken Ilona’s leg, quite badly and then had begun to remove the flesh from her legs with a scalpel. We had to se
t Ilona’s leg in a cast so it would heal straight. None of us could believe it. It was then the full extent of her condition came to light. She was no stronger than a human woman but carried the lure of a vampire. The first time she tried to feed by herself she was nearly raped and since then her mate, Redvick had either extracted blood or hypnotised a victim for her. It was a shame. I could understand why she wanted to become a Santorian, it would be like a new beginning for her and she would not have to rely on her soul mate to feed her.

  “You do not credit her enough.” Kilvire said softly, “She has strength within her that, given the chance she could be great. There will be no better candidate.”

  “And what if it doesn’t succeed, what if she dies Kilvire? She leaves behind a mate and a son.”

  “It is her choice, I have seen inside her mind and I know she will not be swayed.”

  “And if we refuse to do it?”

  “If you refuse to help her she will not be able to do it herself but will harbour a hatred for you that I wouldn’t like to carry on my shoulders.”

  “She doesn’t look as if she could hurt a fly.” I said, not meaning it as an insult, I’d only ever really seen Ilona in matching suits, looking all debonair.

  “Try telling that to her human husband, or his lover…”

  “Say no more,” I replied raising my hand. “Vincent we have to do this, put yourself in her shoes for God’s sake.”

  “I know, I know,” he agreed, “What of all the ifs? What if it goes wrong, what if Red loses his mother?”

  “The risk is worth it to her.”

  “I guess we should respect that. I would not like to be in Ilona’s room, or Robin’s room either tonight”

  Chapter 13

  Nila.

  When I got home from the library, I was exhausted and I crawled into my little bed and was asleep almost instantly. I dreamt of Horaldo again but I was aware this time I was dreaming. I allowed myself to relax knowing I was alone. The dream was intense and it was followed by another just as taxing. When I awoke just after eleven o clock I felt both refreshed and frustrated. I came to a decision. I was going to hump the ass off Horaldo. I could not go through another night of dreams so vivid that my body throbbed with need on awakening.