Vampire Vacation (The V V Inn)

by C. J. Ellisson

  The plant fronds rustle in the circulating air around me. The gentle lap of the water against the side of the pool calls out to the astrological water-sign in me that I was born under all those centuries ago. I never used to believe in all that star-sign bull. But it doesn’t need me to believe in it to be real—like most things in life, it either exists in spite of you, or because of you.

  Have I thought of every outcome? Will my plan come together in the end? I’m not one for self-doubt, that’s for sure. It’s slightly nerve-wracking to have all of the events of the past forty hours come down to this moment. Will that sadistic son of a bitch take the bait? Am I the real reason he has come here or is it something else?

  The twilight illumination this region of Alaska gets won’t arrive for several more hours. The master vamps outside shouldn’t have any problems with the minimal diluted sun exposure. Since Antonio and Joanna are younger, they might be uncomfortable if they were outside when the sunset-like illumination occurs. With luck, all this will be cleared up by before that becomes an issue.

  I reach out to connect mentally with Jonathan; the wait has been long enough and I have a feeling he won’t know how to reach out to me.

  Any sight of Ivan?

  Jesus! That’s freaky. Can’t you give me any warning before you jump in my head?

  I smile at the thought. What do you suggest, furball? I knock?

  Okay, okay…Good point. Back to your question. Yes, I spotted him about ten minutes ago. As I was closing in, he gave me the slip.

  Where did you last see him?

  About a quarter of a mile from cabin ten, Jon answers. He appears to be working his way slowly to the main building.

  How was he moving?

  Pretty good. Not running at an all-out sprint, but moving along. He must have warmed up somewhere.

  Thanks. Keep me posted with any changes. Try to tighten the circle to draw him in.

  Sure thing, Viv. You ready for him?

  I smile at that one. I was turned ready.

  We end our connection and I reach out through my bloodline with my extended consciousness. I tap on each thread, chasing it to its end. Every dot of energy accounted for, including a few new sparkling ones that weren’t there before.

  Asa? Where are you and Drew?

  We followed a trail that led to the maintenance building. There were signs of forced entry. We think Ivan broke in to warm up at some point.

  Good, I was wondering where he might have done that. Jon spotted him out by the cabins a little bit ago. Come get into position near the stone gardens outside the pool wing. It won’t be long now.

  How can you be so sure? It looks like an obvious trap. What if he’s smart enough to stay away?

  You let me worry about that. Don’t come into the building until you get my signal.

  Roger.

  Ending our connection, I unleash my aura. Every bit that I keep locked away comes rushing to the surface. My skin tingles; the tiny hairs on my arms stand on end. The power feels like a long-lost blanket—both comforting and confining at once. Similar to when I hunted Rafe for our afternoon sex in the basement, I close my eyes allowing my senses to extend into the building. I reach out to push through interior walls, pausing only when I reach the cold outdoors.

  There. I sense something. It hides in the small attic above the fun floor. A new presence lurks. A hungry vampire sits still in the dark. Good thing I have what he needs after recovering from the gunshot wound—blood.

  I push out with my mind to send the delicious taste of my power into the air. Next, I accentuate his hunger by broadcasting the gut-burning hollow I felt a few short hours ago when I had to turn Paul. The illusion wraps itself so softly around Ivan that he has no idea it’s not his own body calling out its needs to him.

  His movement greets my mind before I can physically hear it. He’s descending through an attic access panel into a third-floor hallway. While even vampires can’t see in complete blackness, we can draw on the slightest illumination to see our surroundings with ease. The emergency exits signs will be more than Ivan needs to find his way.

  I draw upon a memory of the compelling scent of ancient vampire blood to weave a trace of the aroma into the air—I intend to make him work at tracking it down. He reaches the second floor landing at a dead run and leaps several stairs at a time to land heavily on the wood floor at the base of the staircase. The smell permeates the lobby, causing him to stand in confusion while trying to regain his bearings.

  His steps vibrate through the floor to my chair. Ivan moves first down the hall toward the dojo. After a few minutes, he heads back the way he came. His solid weight touches down softly on the lobby rug. All of these sensations come through to me from my connection to the inn. Blood, sweat, and tears went into its construction and upkeep. The fluids from all the people who have consumed my blood for decades allows my energy to infuse the very inn itself, and in this moment, give it a life of its own.

  I sense Ivan’s step heading toward the pool and project the removal of my clothes. Lying my curvy, delectable body across the chaise. Posing myself on my side, my breasts remain covered by my arm. I draw my right leg up to conceal the juncture between my legs.

  Ivan doesn’t keep me waiting long. He pushes in through the double doors, coming to stop at the entrance while the doors swish closed behind him.

  “You.”

  His stark white hair and goatee stand in marked contrast to the rest of his dirty, ragged appearance. He must have discarded his coat in the attic; I can’t imagine he was able to survive outside this long without some protection. Dried blood cakes his clothing and the exposed skin of his shoulder reveals no trace of a wound.

  Ivan advances about ten feet, maintaining a safe distance from me. He’s shaking in his rage, fisting his hands open and closed in rapid succession.

  “You took everything from me. I spent years locked in silver and starved because of your meddling!”

  “Really? Did I now?” responding to his first statement, while ignoring the second. I bat my eyelashes playfully. “Are you so sure?”

  I push a strong sense of desire his way, turning his hunger and blood lust around to another kind of lust—one I’m an expert at manipulating. Recreating my own sexually aroused scent, I send it wafting into the air with a shift of my leg.

  “Was Angie really the right girl for you?”

  Ivan shakes his head, caught in my web and unsure of what his mind tells him.

  “I don’t understand. It was you that got me imprisoned! She was mine.” His rage takes front and center in his emotions, but he’s having trouble holding it all together in the face of my illusion. “W-Why did you sever my mate bond with her?”

  “It was not my fault you were imprisoned. I tried to keep you here but the tribunal stepped in. You should blame them.” I look him straight in the eye as I utter my next words, “Angie was weak. I had no choice but to sever the bond or kill her. With your ability to exert your will in place of her own so completely, I knew you were destined for stronger prey.”

  I lick my mouth, allowing a fang to elongate and stay showing over my bottom lip.

  “Why set her free to remarry?” His face contorts in an ugly visage. “That faithless bitch deserved to die!”

  Throwing my head back, exposing my long throat, I laugh in a tinkling, seductive sound.

  “Food is food, man.” I make a tsk-tsking sound, to draw him out of his haze. “I bet she didn’t even recognize you when you came for her.”

  His eyes flash to mine; I think I hit the nail on the head with that one.

  “When will you learn?”

  “Learn what?” he sneers. Apparently, Ivan does not care to be laughed at. He walks closer into the room and stands a mere five feet from me now. Good.

  “Only a vampire master and another master can find true happiness together. The tribunal spreads the lies of mating with a human far and wide to keep the rest of us from getting too strong.” The lie trips off my silv
er-tipped tongue with ease.

  Ivan’s face no longer holds the impassivity most vampires wear on a daily basis. The insanity he had before his imprisonment looks like it grew during his stay in the ancients’ jail. His eyes look wild, darting around the room, only to fall back on my lush curves like a moth drawn to flame. My pull on him through the illusion messes with his mind more than he can handle; he looks ready to snap.

  “I don’t understand. Why would the tribunal lie to keep us weaker?”

  “Haven’t you noticed most of them don’t have mates?” I ask, hoping to draw something useful from the psycho before his death.

  “I was imprisoned below ground in a damp cell with silver chains. I didn’t see any of them much.” His traitorous body shows evidence of his arousal, though he ignores it, while I twist on the lounge to draw his attention.

  “Much? That implies you saw some of them.” I smile again, this time pulling my arm back and sitting up a bit on the chaise.

  Lush, perfect breasts are on display, a sight not many men could resist. Ivan proves to be like most men, giving me a long lingering stare.

  “Emiko came down to see me the most near the end. She was the one assigned to set me free.”

  “Did she bother to explain that I was saving Angie as food for another? Or did she imply I kept her for myself?” I snort to show the foolishness of this statement. “Or maybe she told you I let her live as part of your punishment?”

  “No. She knew nothing of the reason for my confinement. I was there before she became an enforcer.”

  He looks speculative now, maybe thinking back on his last days there. The clarity in his eyes plays hide and seek with his blatant craziness.

  “She informed me that my Angie lived and was waiting for me in Chicago.”

  Ah… so Emiko pointed him at the poor young woman. If she didn’t know why he was there, then someone pointed her at him with the information.

  “Didn’t you wonder how she knew Angie was alive or how to tell you where she was?”

  Ivan looks around the room, searching for answers in the green foliage of the plants.

  “She mentioned a mentor on the tribunal on one of her visits. But never a name.” His roving eyes come back to land on me. “Are you trying to say I was set up? That someone used me?”

  “Why, yes, you silly boy.” I’m actually amazed he was able to piece that together. “Angie’s mind had been wiped clean so she could continue to feed the community. You finding your way here was dumb luck.”

  “Dumb luck?” Ivan scoffs out loud at that one. “I tracked that new husband of hers for months trying to kill him too. That no-good bastard left every town right when I pinpointed his daytime sleep location.” His eyes take on a new shine. “But I certainly enjoyed myself on the long journey here.”

  I don’t want to think about the string of victims such as Sheba he’d have left in his wake. To do so now could break the web I’m trying to spin.

  The sexual desires I’ve been pushing out finally penetrate the full-on layer of nutso he’s got going on. Good God, the crazy ones are hard to manipulate. His hunger for blood re-directs into one of sex and Ivan’s body language changes from one of rage-filled predator to that of horny jackass. His limbs loosen from the tight stance he held while his hands relax from fists. He smiles at me in a leer, as if he’s just now noticed I’m naked. I’m betting it was the reference to his kills that finally brought on the recognition of his body’s responses to my projections.

  Ewww. The thought sickens me so much I don’t even want to contemplate it.

  “I thought you hated me all those years ago,” Ivan says in a soft cadence. “You really only wanted me for yourself?”

  “Yes. Like calls to like, baby. I knew you were strong. Together, with your power, I can direct all the fantasies here to go exactly as desired—all without the vampires knowing it.”

  “I… I… I never thought I could do something I enjoyed with another of my kind.”

  “Come to me, I will show you how… ” I send my scent into his nose, filling his head with nothing but thoughts of me and the pleasure that awaits him.

  Ivan advances the remaining space between us, unbuttoning his filthy shirt on the way. He discards it to the floor along with his remaining clothing and boots. Until his skinny, unappealing body stands before me.

  Now, Asa.

  I spread my legs on the chaise, a clear invitation to the vampire. Ivan’s breathing in and out fast, like a horse that finished a race. He climbs on to the lounger with me, looking down into my eyes.

  “You’re so beautiful, it’s like a dream come true.”

  I reach up, running my hands over his chest to rest on either side of his neck.

  “More like a nightmare.”

  I follow the blood connection I share with every living and non-living thing on the property to its end. Touching on the blood that was once in Paul and that now resides in Ivan, I flex down, spiraling into his mind before he has any chance to figure out what I’m doing.

  “How does it feel to be locked in your own mind, Ivan?”

  No sound escapes the psychopath. He can’t even move unless I let him. “How does it feel to know that Angie found love? And that the real reason she never recognized you when you went to kill her was because I saved her? I wiped her mind clean of all traces of you, you sick bastard.”

  I smile at him. This time my smile reaches my eyes. But it’s not a pretty smile—it’s the smile of an enforcer doling out justice.

  The fire door in the back of the room crashes open. I pull my illusion away for Asa and Drew to see exactly what I want them to see: the truth.

  Ivan no longer crouches naked over the form of Vivian, but over the real form of Joanna, who lies fully clothed beneath him. Joanna’s hands lock on his neck, holding Ivan in place while I hold him hostage in his own mind.

  How does it feel, I ask from inside his head, to know the man who truly loved Angie and gave her happiness will be the one who gets to end your sorry existence for all eternity?

  Chapter Twenty-eight

  I bolt up from my spot at the kitchen table. I’d projected the entire scene at the pool on to Joanna’s form. I’d never left our apartment in order to honor my promise to Rafe that I’d only be ten feet away.

  “Rafe! Come quick. They have him!”

  A shot fires off in the distance. Rafe flies up the basement stairs, taking them three at a time. He grabs my outstretched hand and we race to the pool in the opposite wing.

  “Are we too late to see the actual killing?” Rafe asks.

  “Not yet. Asa shot him, but my connection to Ivan says he’s still alive.”

  We burst through the doors to the sight of a bloody Ivan on the floor, with a large hole through his chest. Asa has Joanna in his arms, comforting the cute blond vampire. Drew stands alone over Ivan’s prone form with a sword raised high.

  The parrots fly down with a loud squawk, ever ready to torment me. Rafe waves his hand, and the birds turn in mid-flight to land in a large, potted palm. Damn! I’m going to have to learn how to do that.

  Drew’s manic eyes swing up at our entrance. “Don’t stop me, Vivian. I don’t trust the tribunal to give me justice for the bastard killing Angie.”

  “I wasn’t planning on stopping you, Drew.” I cock my head to the side. Why hasn’t he done it yet? “I was planning on bearing witness for you.”

  Ivan looks dazed, as well he should, with no ability to communicate. A just ending for someone who did the same thing to his own victims.

  Crap, could Drew be feeling wrong about killing him in cold blood rather than getting the revenge he’s been craving for months? I’ll give things a nudge for him. I open the puppet-string-like hold I have on the psychopath, forcing cliché words from Ivan’s mouth that are sure to push Drew over the edge.

  “She loved it,” Ivan rasps from his spot on the floor. “Don’t think that slutty bitch didn’t want…”

  Drew’s arms swing down, se
vering Ivan’s head in one fell swoop. No easy feat with a dull, sparring sword. The head rolls to the side. A final grimace of hatred contorts Ivan’s angry features. Blood begins to pool below the body, staining the tile in a slow-spreading circle.

  “Drink and finish him,” I command.

  “What?” Drew’s voice sounds shocked.

  “Drink the blood of your enemy then cut his heart out.”

  I deliver my instructions as matter of fact as I can. It’s not the fun part, but it needs to be done.

  “You gain in strength by consuming his power. Live to fight again another day.”

  Drew looks unsure of himself. I take it he has never killed another vampire before.

  “Now!”

  Drew moves to follow my command. Choosing to drink from Ivan’s wrist rather than the obvious outpouring from the severed neck. Pitiful. Drew never would have made it as an enforcer.

  The pulling force of Drew’s feeding stops the spreading pool beneath the body from getting larger. Good thing Ivan was weak with blood loss or we’d have a larger mess to clean up. Joanna and Asa watch in fascination. It takes about five minutes for Drew to drain Ivan. I reach down to the silver dagger strapped against my thigh.

  “Here,” I say, offering Drew the blade, hilt out. “Cut his heart out and we’ll burn it.”

  Drew takes the blade, bending to do the messy task. Tears pour down his cheeks. He may have wanted to avenge his wife after she died, but I don’t think he bargained for all of this when he came here seeking solace in our remote Alaskan resort.

  Jonathan comes in the wide-open fire door with Jet right behind him.

  “Damn, we missed all the fun. Would have been my first vampire kill.”

  Both men saunter in naked from their shape change. Jon grabs a towel from a nearby stack, tossing it to Jet, before getting another for himself.

  Drew stands over the body with the bloody heart of his wife’s killer in his hands. The tears stop and a new resolution forms beneath the shock.

  “Where, Vivian?” Cold eyes meet my own. “Where can I burn it?”