Sexiest Vampire Alive las-11

by Kerrelyn Sparks

  “First stop, Romatech.” Gregori wrapped his arms around her, and everything went black.

  They landed outside the side entrance, and Gregori swiped his card to open the door. He led her to the security office, where she was able to look at the reports from the guys in China. Both bases were set up, and they had teleported in supplies.

  The office soon grew crowded with Vamps and mortals who wanted to wish them a good journey. Abigail was introduced to Angus and Robby MacKay, who would be teleporting with them as far as Tokyo. When it was time to leave, both MacKay men pulled their wives aside to tell them good-bye.

  Abigail was touched by the obvious love on their faces.

  She leaned close to Gregori and whispered, “Are their wives vampires, too?”

  “Emma’s a Vamp,” he whispered back. “Olivia’s mortal. And expecting their first child.”

  Abigail’s mouth dropped open, and she glanced at Robby and Olivia, who held each other tightly. “Oh my gosh.” She grabbed Gregori’s arm and whispered, “We didn’t use any protection last night. And we did it five times. I can hardly walk.”

  Gregori winced as chuckles reverberated around the room. “Abby, there’s no point in whispering around vampires. They can hear everything.”

  “Oh.” Heat rushed to her cheeks.

  “Don’t worry.” Gregori pressed a kiss against her temple. “My sperm is dead. I can’t have children until Roman does one of his magic tricks.”

  She narrowed her eyes. “How does that work?”

  “He would take live human sperm, erase the DNA, and put in mine.”

  “Oh.” She nodded. “Interesting.” So she could actually have children with Gregori. If they decided to get married.

  She glanced again at Robby and Olivia. They seemed very happy. In fact, the room was filled with couples. Roman and Shanna. Caitlyn and her husband, and others whose names she couldn’t recall, but they all seemed happy.

  “Time to go,” Angus announced. He and Robby grabbed their bags and her and Gregori’s backpacks, then teleported away.

  Gregori pulled her into his arms. “Ready?”

  She nodded as she wrapped her arms around his neck. “San Francisco, right?”

  “Yes. The West Coast Coven house. I’ve been there before, so I know the way. Hang on.”

  Everything went black, then her feet landed softly on a thick Persian rug. She looked around. Angus and Robby were standing close to the fireplace, talking to a dark-haired man in a kilt. The room appeared to be a parlor, richly furnished with wingback chairs and medallion-back sofas, all upholstered in dark red velvet, the color of blood. Fitting, she supposed, for a house full of vampires.

  “Miss Tucker?” The kilted man approached her with a smile. “I’m Rafferty McCall, West Coast Coven Master.”

  “How do you do?” She shook hands with him. “Thank you for helping me.”

  Since they had to wait for the sun to set in Hawaii, Abigail spent the next few hours sightseeing with Gregori. Rafferty provided them with a chauffeured Town Car, and they roamed about the city, laughing and stealing kisses in the moonlight. No Secret Service agents watching their every move. She hadn’t felt this free in years.

  Then they teleported to a small beach house in Hawaii that belonged to a were-dolphin named Finn Grayson. He was a marine biologist who worked at a nearby sea park.

  “If the MacKay dudes want something done on the islands, they rely on me,” he told Abigail. “Vamps don’t hang out here, you know. Too much sun.” He grinned at the vampire men. “Take a load off, bros. I’ve got some Bleer in the fridge.” He shuffled to the kitchen in his flip-flops.

  Abigail couldn’t help but smile at the differences. The MacKays were huge, pale, redheaded men who wore kilts and carried claymores on their backs. Finn looked like a blond surfer dude with his tanned skin and his baggy shorts and Hawaiian shirt.

  She took a long walk along the beach with Gregori. Just the two of them, hand in hand. Back at the beach house, he encouraged her to take a nap. Once they moved on to Japan and China, there wouldn’t be much time for rest.

  She woke several hours later and ventured into the kitchen to look for food. “Hello?”

  Where was everybody? After fifteen years of bodyguards, it felt strange to have no one hovering around her. She spotted Finn and Angus on the back porch. Angus waved for her to join them.

  The minute she opened the sliding glass door, she heard a grating noise, the sound of metal clashing over and over.

  “Sparring session,” Angus explained as he pointed to the beach.

  Her mouth dropped open. There on the beach, Robby and Gregori were engaged in a swordfight. With real swords. Huge swords.

  Her heart leaped up her throat. “Are they trying to kill each other?”

  “Nay, they’re just practicing,” Angus said. “I wanted to see how well the lad can fight.”

  She cringed when Robby’s sword slashed down toward Gregori’s head. He blocked it in time, the swords colliding with a loud crash. “This is crazy!”

  “Ye want a man who can protect you, aye?” Angus asked as he calmly watched.

  “I want a man who’s alive.”

  Angus chuckled. “They’ll no’ kill each other.”

  Gregori shoved Robby back, then advanced toward him, lunging and parrying. The two men moved back and forth across the beach, swords flashing in the moonlight. After a while, she realized she could relax. They were carefully cutting short any thrusts that would seriously injure or kill.

  As the gruesome dance continued, she became intrigued. The men were beautiful to watch. Neither was wearing a shirt, and sweat glistened off muscles that rippled across their chests and backs. Even as the men circled each other, she could always tell which one was Gregori. They were the same height, but Robby moved like a tank and stood his ground like a brick wall. Gregori was long, lean, and fluid. If he took a hard knock to the ground, he merely rolled with it and sprang back up. And he did it with style and grace.

  She smiled. That was Gregori. He rolled with the punches life threw at him, and nothing ever kept him down.

  “That’s enough,” Angus yelled. “We doona want to wear out the fledgling.”

  She heard Gregori’s muttered curse and Robby’s laugh. “You call him a fledgling?”

  Angus chuckled. “Aye, just to irritate him, but the lad holds his own. Ye’ve found a good man there, lass.”

  Yes, she had. She watched him as he approached. Beneath his charm and expensive suits, he was a fighter, a warrior just like the kilted Scotsmen. His biceps bulged from the weight of the claymore, his dark, damp hair clung along his brow and neck, curling slightly at the ends. He smiled slowly at her, his dimples denting his cheeks.

  Good Lord, she wanted him.

  “Did you have a nice nap?” he asked.

  She nodded, her gaze wandering over his bare, slick chest.

  He handed his sword to Angus, never taking his eyes off her. “I’ll see you in a few minutes. I need to shower.”

  She stood there a moment, then followed him inside the house. “Shouldn’t you be inspected for injuries? What if Robby cut something off?”

  “God forbid.” With a grin, he pulled her into the bathroom that adjoined the guest bedroom.

  After a leisurely inspection in the shower, she declared him whole and healthy. He wrapped her in a towel, dumped her on the bed, then jumped on top.

  She laughed. “Aren’t you tired?”

  “Sweetheart.” He peeled the towel open. “A good Vamp can go all night long.”

  And he did.

  A few hours later, they teleported to Kyo’s estate outside Tokyo. She called home to let her family know she’d arrived in Japan. Then she showered, changed clothes, and ate a big meal of miso soup, rice, and shrimp and vegetable tempura.

  The phone rang, and it was J.L. Wang. Night had fallen in the Yunnan.

  It was time for her adventure in China to begin.

  Chapter Twenty-two
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  They arrived in the dark, but Gregori’s vision quickly adjusted. Abigail skidded a little in the gravel, and he steadied her.

  “They’re here,” J.L. told Angus on his cell phone. “We’ll report in two hours.” He hung up.

  “Hey, J.L.” Gregori gave him a knuckle pound.

  “Hey, dude. Welcome, Miss Tucker. I’m J.L. Wang.”

  “Please call me Abby.” She shook his hand. “It’s so dark out here. I can hardly see.”

  “Yeah, we’re in the boonies,” J.L. said. “We have some lamps inside the cave, so you’ll be able to see in there. Lousy phone reception though, so we usually come outside to make our reports.”

  Gregori pivoted as he looked around. Behind him, an odd cone-shaped hill rose abruptly from the flat ground. In front of him, moonlight glittered on an expanse of dark water. “We’re next to a lake?”

  “Actually, we’re in the middle of a lake,” J.L. explained. “This is an island. It’s a good defensive position.”

  Gregori nodded. The Vamps could easily teleport across the lake, but any humans trying to reach them would have to cross by boat. “Where’s the cave?”

  J.L. motioned to the cone-shaped hill. “Inside. Weird-looking thing, isn’t it?”

  Abigail touched the brown rock that rose steeply from the ground. “This area is known for its strange rock formations.”

  “You want to see something really strange, it’s over there.” J.L. pointed to the south edge of the lake.

  Gregori narrowed his eyes. It was indeed strange. The moon gleamed off gray rocks that jutted out of the ground, a whole army of rocks, standing at attention.

  Abigail sighed. “I can’t see that far.”

  “It’s a whole field of rocky spikes,” Gregori told her.

  “A stone forest, they call it.” J.L. pointed east. “There’s a bamboo forest that borders the lake over there. Beyond it and to the north, the land is mostly flat farmland, but dotted with more of the cone-shaped hills. The nearest village is about a mile that way. Rajiv and I have visited a few times, bought stuff at the market, and befriended the local healer.”

  He gestured to the west. “Over that way, it’s more hilly. More jungle-like. Nearest village is about three miles. We haven’t been there yet.”

  “I really appreciate all you’ve done to help me,” Abigail said.

  J.L. smiled. “No problem. Come on, let me introduce you to the guys. And our humble home.”

  He led them around a pile of boulders to a narrow entrance that was covered with a makeshift screen of bamboo. “We don’t want any locals to notice our lamps at night,” he said, pulling aside the screen.

  Gregori ushered Abigail inside the small cave, lit by two kerosene lamps. J.L. entered and pulled the screen back in place.

  Howard jumped to his feet and gave Gregori a big bear hug, then shook hands shyly with Abigail.

  “Hello, Howard,” she said, smiling. “I remember your photo from the briefing. Thank you for helping me.”

  Howard ducked his head and mumbled, “No problem.”

  Gregori motioned to the young man with a long black braided ponytail, who was scrambling to his feet. “This is Rajiv.”

  “Delighted to meet you. Please call me Abby.”

  The were-tiger pressed his hands together and bowed. “It is an honor.” He straightened with a smile. “Tomorrow I cook hot pot. Just for you.”

  “Thank you.” Abigail smiled back.

  “Today I buy something in market just for you.” He scurried to the wall and returned with something wrapped in old newspaper. With another bow, he held it to her.

  “Why, thank you. That’s so sweet.” Abigail gingerly peeled back a corner of the paper and winced.

  “Chicken feet!” Rajiv announced proudly. “Very good in hot pot. I make for you tomorrow.”

  “Oh. Thank you.” Abigail glanced at Gregori and grinned. “I can hardly wait.”

  “We can’t cook at night,” Howard grumbled. “We would have to make a fire outside, and the locals might see it. But we still have food here, if you’re hungry. Would you like a donut?” He motioned to an area close to the entrance.

  Gregori chuckled at the stack of donut boxes next to Howard’s sleeping bag. “Sheesh, bro. You can’t go a few days without your bear claws?”

  With a grunt, Howard sat on his sleeping bag. “A man’s gotta eat.”

  “He sniffed out a donut shop in Tokyo and insisted we teleport those here.” J.L. sighed with a resigned look. “Could be worse. You don’t want be around a bear going through sugar withdrawal.” He smiled at Abigail. “He might start growling.”

  “I know what make Howard happy,” Rajiv said, grinning. “Nice lady panda bear!”

  Howard snorted. “I eat pandas for breakfast.”

  Gregori chuckled, then noticed the alarmed look on Abigail’s face. He leaned close. “He was kidding.”

  The last member of the team rose to his feet in the back of the cave. Gregori had met Russell Hankelburg once before, just briefly before everyone was teleporting to the final battle with Casimir. The former Marine wore green army fatigues and still kept his dark hair short.

  “Hey, Russell, what’s up?” He strode toward him and shook hands.

  Russell gripped his hand hard, then nodded at Abigail. “Miss Tucker, it’s an honor to serve.”

  “Thank you. Please call me Abby.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Russell returned to the back of the cave, where he sat cross-legged. He appeared to be in the middle of cleaning his gun.

  “I know it’s dark outside,” J.L. said, “but the night is young, and our vision is excellent. If you’d like to get started?”

  “All right.” Abigail set down her backpack and removed some photos from the front pocket. “These are the two plants I’d like to collect in this area. The first one translates as Demon Herb and the second one as Tiger Paw.” She handed them to J.L.

  Howard snorted. “I could collect you a tiger paw right here.”

  Rajiv made a face at him. “Just try it, Pooh Bear.” When Howard growled, he grinned at Abigail. “I learn English watching television. It’s a Jersey thing.”

  J.L. chuckled as he studied the photos. “I’ll teleport to the nearest village and ask the healer if he knows where to find these.”

  Rajiv bounced to his feet like Tigger. “I go with you.”

  “Okay. Can you get the gardening stuff?” J.L. checked his shoulder holster underneath his jacket. “I don’t expect any trouble, but I like to be prepared.”

  “Do you want me to come with you?” Russell asked.

  “I’d rather you stick with Abigail,” J.L. said, then turned to her with an apologetic look. “I know you’re here for the plants, but our first priority is keeping you safe.”

  She nodded. “I appreciate that.”

  J.L. pulled up a pants leg to check the knife strapped to his calf. “If we learn anything useful, we’ll call. You’ll hear us better if you go outside.”

  “Got it,” Gregori said.

  J.L. pointed to a box close to Howard. “Flashlights are in there. If we go hunting for a plant tonight, bring one for Abigail.”

  “Will do,” Gregori agreed.

  Rajiv slung a canvas bag over his shoulder and grabbed on to J.L. “Let’s go.”

  J.L. vanished, taking Rajiv with him.

  “These are for you.” Howard handed them two rolled-up sleeping bags and a bulky black trash bag.

  Gregori found an empty space and rolled out the two bags next to each other.

  Abigail dug two pillows and blankets out of the trash bag and arranged them on top of the sleeping bags.

  “Not much to do here, really.” Howard sat down on his sleeping bag. “You want a donut, Abby?”

  “Yes, thank you.” She selected one from his box, then sat on her sleeping bag to eat it.

  Gregori located the ice chest and removed a bottle of synthetic blood and a water bottle, which he handed to Abigail.

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  When Gregori finished his bottle of blood, he rose to his feet. “I’ll wait outside in case J.L. calls.”

  “I’ll go with you.” Abigail jumped up and followed him outside.

  He moved the bamboo screen back into place, then took her hand. “Let’s check out this island.”

  It took them about five minutes to circumnavigate the island and end up back at the cave entrance. Abigail shivered and zipped up her jacket.

  “Cold?” He pulled her into his arms.

  She snuggled her cheek against his chest. “Not now.”

  “Having fun?”

  She looked up at him and smiled. “I am, actually. I keep expecting to see a Secret Service agent around the corner, but they’re not there.”

  He kissed her brow. He needed to warn her about his death-sleep, but wasn’t sure how to break the news. Oh, by the way, when the sun rises, I’ll die?

  “I need to tell you something—” His phone rang. “We’ll talk about it later.” He pulled out his phone. “What’s up?”

  He listened to J.L., then reported to Abigail. “They’re on their way to find one of the plants. The Tiger Paw. Do you want to join them?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “Hang on a sec,” Gregori told J.L. He left his phone with Abigail, then stepped into the cave to let Howard and Russell know they were leaving.

  “I’m coming with you.” Russell holstered a pistol, slung a rifle over his shoulder, and strode outside.

  “I’ll stay here and hold down the fort.” Howard leaned back, munching on a bear claw.

  Gregori grabbed two LED flashlights and went back outside. While he jammed the flashlights into his pocket, Russell leaned close to the phone Abigail was holding so he could hear J.L.’s voice. He vanished.

  Gregori grabbed on to Abigail. “Keep talking,” he told J.L. on the phone, then he teleported.

  They landed on a dirt path that weaved through a forest of bamboo. Gregori handed Abigail a flashlight and turned on the second one.

  “I thought you had excellent night vision,” she said as she clicked on her flashlight.