Raphael
Page 3When Albin finally joined him in America, Raphael had been willing to give his old comrade a chance, but the big vampire had wanted more power than Raphael would grant him after so many years apart. Trust was not easily given in Raphael's domain. Nonetheless, he'd assigned his old friend to Alexandra's security detail, a coveted assignment. Alexandra was lovely, weak for a vampire and useless in the grand scheme of power, but important to Raphael, bound to him by unbreakable ties that stretched back hundreds of years. He granted her every whim, protecting her against a world she no longer desired to live in, using his money and power to create a bubble in time, a place where, for Alexandra, the world remained unchanged. Until today.
The limo rolled past the main house with its clean, white lines, its wide panes of glass gazing out over the ocean. Lights illuminated a road through the trees, curving around to what local real estate agents euphemistically called a “guest house.” It was Alexandra's dream house, an 18th century French manor home plucked from the pages of history. Raphael had it custom built for her; he had spared no expense. She loved this house.
His bodyguards formed up outside, the limo's door opening before the vehicle had fully ceased its forward motion. His guards were nervous, keenly aware of Alexandra's abduction, knowing this was most likely the first move in a much bolder game, that their sire himself was the true target. Raphael exited carefully, sensitive to his guards concerns, willing to go along with their need to get him within the safety of four walls as quickly as possible.
He smelled the blood as soon as he entered the house. His nostrils flared and anger surged unchecked for the first time since Duncan had told him of the abduction. His power spilled out, expanding to fill the echoing hallway and beyond, spreading dread before him in an unseen wave. Vampires fell to their knees, to their faces, to grovel in the wake of his rage. Human servants, hidden behind doors, cried out in fear, their wails drenching the air with terror.
"Duncan.” His voice pulsed with fury, the elaborate chandelier above him chiming violently with the force of it.
"Sire.” Duncan came to his side, the only one who had not cowered in abject terror. Raphael turned a frosty gaze on his lieutenant and watched him swallow his fear like a small, hard apple, before turning those cold eyes on the vampire kneeling directly before him.
"Gregoire."
Alexandra's chief of security looked up, courage losing the battle against fear as he faced his Master. “Sire,” he all but whispered, his throat too dry to do more.
"Show me."
Raphael swept by him, past the elaborate staircase, past the rooms filled with priceless antique furniture and satin-covered walls, to a narrow staircase leading downward. The basement room stood in stark contrast to the eighteenth century home above it. Computers hummed amidst video screens that revealed virtually every corner of the common areas in the large house. To Raphael's left as he entered was a caged arsenal containing a variety of personal weapons known not only to modern man, but to ancient man as well. Broadswords and heavy axes, all manner and shape of blade, claimed equal space with Uzi submachine guns and AK-47s. Handguns of every variety, from a stubby Smith & Wesson .357 to Dirty Harry's favorite .44 Magnum and the elegant, and lethal, semiautomatics of today, were racked and shelved along with boxes of ammunition and supplies. A vampire guard knelt at its barred entrance.
To Raphael's right, a vault-like door stood open, revealing a corridor of smaller ordinary doors. Behind each of these was a private chamber where Alexandra and her personal bodyguards, as well as all the vampire guards assigned to her security detail, took their daytime rest. Once the vault door was secured, it could be opened only from the inside except by Duncan or by Raphael himself. It was behind this door that the vampire soldiers had been safely entombed while Alexandra was being kidnapped only feet above their heads. He felt a fresh surge of rage.
"Gregoire?"
"Here, my lord.” Gregoire indicated a chair in front of the largest console. Raphael sat down and stared at the image on the screen before him. It showed Alexandra wearing one of her ridiculously elegant gowns and sitting at the Steinway he'd bought for her when this house was first built. He could still see the delight on her face when she'd stepped into her new parlor and found the big, black concert grand, its velvet-cushioned bench pulled out invitingly. Raphael blinked away the memory and focused on the image. Matias sat next to her, Albin approaching them from behind.
Raphael didn't wait for Gregoire, but covered the mouse with his hand and clicked to begin playback of the security footage. Matias had known of the security system within the mansion, had known their every move was likely being recorded. Albin had not been briefed on the extent of the surveillance, but he would surely have noted the cameras, would have passed through this control room every morning and night for the past several weeks since he had been assigned to protect Alexandra. He would have seen the video security monitors. But did he understand how much was covered by the cameras? Had he known his every action would be caught on video, or did he simply not care?
Raphael watched Matias die, saw the humans at the door. “Humans?” He did not bother to disguise his disbelief.
"Humans, Sire,” Gregoire confirmed. “The video from the front gate shows their arrival. When my vampires went out this morning, they found the gate closed, the bodies of our daylight guards piled inside the wall out of sight. I can show you the playback from the gatehouse...” He gestured at the next monitor, but Raphael shook his head. “Just tell me,” he said.
"My lord. Albin waited until I and the others were downstairs in our chambers. He closed the vault door, slaughtered the human guards here at the house and unlocked the outside door for the humans who overwhelmed our guards at the gate, hid the bodies, and drove directly here to the lady's house."
Gregoire swallowed hard. His fear was a stink in Raphael's nose, sweetened by the scent of bloody sweat dampening his forehead. “It was late, my lord, and it was Lady Alexandra's habit to come downstairs at the last moment. Albin assured me...” He drew a deep breath as if fearful it might be his last. “I heard the vault door close, my lord. I assumed..."
"You assumed,” Raphael repeated softly. “Indeed.” He sat and stared at the final image of Alexandra as she strode past the humans at the door. He leaned back in the chair thoughtfully.
"Duncan."
"Sire."
"I will want to see Lonnie.” He closed his eyes, judging the night left to him and sighed. “Tomorrow, then. First thing."
"Certainly, my lord.” Duncan stepped away and, since cell phones would not work from within the security room, picked up a land line. He spoke briefly and hung up.
Raphael stood and rolled his powerful shoulders, then gave a small nod. His guards reacted immediately, flowing up the stairs to the hallway, Raphael moving along with them. He paused before reaching the exterior door, turning around to spear Gregoire with a cool gaze. The guard captain fell to his knees, head bowed in shame and guilt. “You have served me well for more than two centuries, Gregoire.” He placed a gentle hand on the vampire's lowered head. Without looking, he held out his other hand to Duncan who placed a smooth, sharpened stake in his palm. “I thank you for your years of service and regret you must leave me now."
Gregoire looked up in shock as Raphael plunged the stake into his heart with a firm underhanded stroke. The other guards stood still as stone, not knowing who might be next to pay for this unacceptable failure.
Chapter Four
There are worse ways to wake up than with a beautiful man between your legs. Cynthia smiled lazily as she smacked Nick on the ass, indicating he should move his great bulk off of her. He rolled over and her digital clock came into view, its bloody red numbers letting her know it was nearly one in the afternoon.
"I need to take a shower,” she said and stood, giving him a look over her shoulder. “You coming?"
Nick bounced off the bed with as much energy as if he'd slept the whole night instead of keeping her awake with a marathon of sex. She shook her head in amazement as she leaned in to turn on the hot water, then stepped under the spray, trying to decide if she should wash her hair before or after...?
Nick's strong arms circled her waist, pulling her against him. Guess, it was going to be after.
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She was feeling good when she walked into the kitchen. Every muscle in her body felt like she'd been working out at the gym instead of lying in bed. Well, perhaps “lying” wasn't exactly the right verb. Her soft chuckle was cut off when she saw her sister Holly sitting at the kitchen counter, reading a magazine and eating a sensible snack of yogurt and fruit. Cyn had almost forgotten—and God knew she'd tried—that Holly was spending a few days here while her own house was being painted ... or fumigated ... or something. It was one of those house things which was why Cyn lived in a condo.
"Good afternoon, Cynthia,” Holly said with a pointed look at her watch. Holly didn't approve of Cynthia's hours. If Cyn was a night owl, then Holly was the proverbial early bird. And that was only the first of so many differences between them. In Holly's perfect world, everyone rose at six a.m. and hopped through life like diligent little bunnies in the cabbage patch before returning every night to the perfect house and perfect family. The fact that Holly herself had yet to secure the perfect husband with which to breed the perfect family was a source of great distress to her. Not because she was eager to have children; the nanny would be taking care of those. No, Holly would be spending her days doing whatever it was rich wives did. She had very specific financial requirements for her future husband, which was probably why she hadn't acquired one yet. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">