Chapter 32
"I wanna talk to your wife!"
Haven's voice turned quieter. "Baby, Zane's a tad p.i.s.sed off. Do you wanna talk to him or shall I handle him for you?"
"I'M NOT p.i.s.sED OFF!" He was livid.
Z gave a frightened whine. Instinctively, Zane stroked his thumb over the animal's neck, calming it.
"Morning, Zane."
Hearing Yvette's voice, he repeated his accusation. "The dog isn't housebroken!"
"Of course he's housebroken."
"Then why is he s.h.i.+tting all over the house?"
"What do you expect him to do?" Yvette protested. "Open the door and let himself out when he needs to go?"
Zane opened his mouth and shut it again instantly. s.h.i.+t, he hadn't thought of that. "Oh."
"So, either you lock him out in the garden when you're gone, or you'll have to build in a doggie door."
"I'm not keeping him!" At the words, Zane dropped his gaze to the dog who contently rubbed his snout against his s.h.i.+rt.
"He's perfect for you. Besides, you can't just return a gift. It's not polite."
"You call that a gift? And since when do I care about being polite?"
"He'll grow on you," she a.s.sured him.
"He'll p.i.s.s on me, that's what's gonna happen." But he couldn't refute Yvette's claim entirely. The little creature had its undeniable charm. That alone was annoying as h.e.l.l. He wouldn't be felled by an animal he could easily squash with one hand if he chose to do so.
"Not if you get that doggie door. Listen, I'll call the guy who built mine in. He does a great job and he's fast. I'll send him right over. See ya!"
"h.e.l.l, no-" But Yvette had already disconnected the call, not giving him a chance to protest any further.
"Guess I'm stuck with you," he said to the dog and rubbed his neck.
Z turned his head and licked over Zane's arm as if wanting to thank him. Clearly the dog didn't know yet that Zane wasn't exactly the most jovial of masters-or he had an extremely forgiving nature. He would soon wish he was back with Yvette in her cozy cottage, surrounded by all that love. In the meantime, before the dog deserted him, Zane shrugged off the odd sense that a wave of change was sweeping into his life. The jury was still out regarding who would ultimately benefit from this change.
When the doorbell rang twenty minutes later, he had to hand it to Yvette. At least she kept to her word, and she'd clearly not praised the worker too much: he was fast.
Zane pressed one of the many buzzers he'd installed throughout the house so he could open the front door during the day without leaving the security of his darkened rooms. He listened for the door to open while he refilled the dog's water bowl from the kitchen faucet.
His dirty boots were still stinking up the place. That and the excited yapping of the dog at his feet distracted him from his visitor until it was too late.
"Zacharias Eisenberg."
Zane whirled around. It took him a millisecond to recognize several things: the intruder was a hybrid vampire of average height and build, he wasn't here to install a doggie-door, and he knew of Zane's past. Addressing him by his real name confirmed that, which also made one thing clear: the intruder was here to kill him.
The water bowl dropped from his hands, its contents spilling on the tile floor as Zane lunged for his would-be a.s.sa.s.sin. His claws extended and his fangs descended from their sockets, ready for the kill.
An iron fist blocked him and jerked him to the side as his shoulder took the impact of the strike. Instantly, Zane refocused, ignoring the temporary pain, and swiped his claws against his opponent's chest, but only sliced through the outer layers of clothing and skin.
Z yapped and snarled from the sidelines.
The hybrid's face barely registered the pain. Instead, he kicked his legs high against Zane's thighs and hips, slamming him back against the sink. Zane pushed off the counter, using the momentum to barrel his full weight against the fractionally lighter a.s.sa.s.sin. They crashed against the gla.s.s hutch, breaking every pane of it.
His jaw clenching in concert with the tension in his body, Zane pounded his claws into the man, but he got as good as he gave. The attacker's claws were sharp and relentless, and only now Zane noticed that the intruder's hands were covered in cutoff gloves, protecting his palms while allowing his claws to emerge.
"s.h.i.+t!" Zane cursed.
A nasty grin flashed on the hybrid's face and disappeared just as quickly as he continued to use his claws against Zane. Despite his average size, he matched Zane in strength and ferocity, dealing blow after blow without showing any outward signs of exhaustion.
Zane drew his arm back to prepare for a strike when a kick into his kneecap temporarily halted his movements while he tried to absorb the pain. In the next instant, he felt a searing sensation on the front of his neck, followed by the smell of burnt flesh and body hair rising into his nose. Silver! Zane recoiled from the pain and toppled backwards. The action sent him careening to the floor.
His attacker landed on him. With his glove-clad hands, he pressed a silver chain against Zane's neck. Zane fought for air, his hands instinctively coming up to his neck, trying to pry the silver away from his skin.
"Finally got you," the a.s.sa.s.sin bit out.
Zane recognized an accent, most likely South American in origin, even as he fought against the silver's effect. As it was the only metal that could injure or kill a vampire, he feared silver as much as the next vampire, but even though the pain was excruciating and incapacitating, Zane knew he couldn't give up. He wasn't ready to die.
His fingers singed when he touched the chain, but he continued nevertheless, ignoring the taunting grin on the stranger's face. "Murderer! You'll pay today!"
Not if he could help it. Zane kicked his legs against the a.s.shole that held him down, but with his energy quickly draining from his body as the effect of the silver intensified, his kicks had no more effect than the frantic yapping of his dog.
His eyes darted toward the animal, but there was no help to be expected from it. Maybe if he'd had a fully grown dog who was trained to fight, but Z was more likely to lick the guy to death than bite him.
"Wait until Mller finds out I found you. Now I'll get my reward," the a.s.sa.s.sin announced and lifted his torso, reaching into his jacket with one hand as he pressed the silver chain against Zane's neck with the other.
Zane wasn't surprised that the intruder had been
Zane removed his hands from the burning metal, unable to stand the pain any longer and reached above his head for anything he could use as a weapon. His fingers encountered a cold, wet cloth, and he gripped it. Just as the attacker's hand emerged with a stake, Zane flung the cloth into his face: it was the same he'd used to clean up the dog's s.h.i.+t.
As the p.o.o.p-covered towel hit the hybrid's face, the hand on the chain loosened for a short moment. It was enough for Zane to jerk it from his neck, freeing himself.
The a.s.sa.s.sin yanked the towel from his face, just as Zane swiped his claws across it, ripping open his left cheek. The half-vampire howled, and Zane tossed him off, slamming him against the stove.
Zane scrambled to his feet and jumped, kicking both his feet into the stranger's chest. As several ribs cracked, his opponent picked himself up and, murderous intent in his eyes and dog s.h.i.+t on his cheeks, blindly barreled toward Zane.
Zane snarled and sidestepped him. Now he had the upper hand: his enemy was p.i.s.sed, and it made him an emotional fighter who didn't think.
"Your time to die," Zane whispered behind the intruder's back and jumped onto him, locking his head in a vice grip. The stake still in his right hand, the attacker tried to twist, but Zane tightened his grip like a noose at the same time that he kicked into the back of his knees, making him collapse.
"f.u.c.king b.a.s.t.a.r.d!" the guy pressed out, his hands flailing.
Zane's eyes swept over the kitchen to find where the silver chain had landed. Keeping his opponent's head lodged in his arm hold, Zane pushed him ahead of him. He s.n.a.t.c.hed a towel from the counter and wrapped it around his damaged palm, covering as much of the surface as possible. Then he forced his prisoner to his knees and picked up the chain with his towel-covered hand.
As he kicked the a.s.sa.s.sin facedown, Zane released his arm hold and wrapped the chain around his neck, twisting it into a knot at the nape. "See, that's how it's done right."
The hybrid screamed in agony as his flesh burned. His attempts to remove the chain were futile. Zane now used both his hands with the towel as a barrier against the silver to hold the chain tightly around his neck. The stake dropped from the a.s.sa.s.sin's hand.
"See, you made a mistake. You started your obligatory villain speech before you had me subdued. Big mistake," Zane announced. He wrenched him up and dragged him toward the oven. Before the a.s.shole had any time to react, Zane attached the chain to the stove top, hooking it around one of the iron burners.
As he stepped back and retrieved the stake his prisoner had dropped, he briefly glanced at Z who watched him with interest but had finally stopped barking.
Zane looked down at the hybrid, perusing him. While he was sure he didn't know him, there was something about him that was familiar-and it wasn't the dog s.h.i.+t that still clung to his face. The odd crook in his nose and the blue of his eyes reminded him of someone.
"Who are you?" he demanded.
The man spat, but his defiance was instantly punished by the chain around his neck that made his flesh sizzle even more with each unnecessary movement.
Zane went for the intruder's pockets in search for an ID, but neither his jacket pocket nor his pants pocket held any wallet or identification.
"Talk and I'll loosen the chain." Not. His own neck still burned, and the damaged skin and flesh would need an entire day of sleep to regenerate. His hand tightened around the stake as he took another step toward the a.s.sailant.
"Now, before I grow impatient," he commanded and bit back the pain. He needed blood, but a look toward the closed blinds over the sink told him that the sun had long since risen, and he couldn't venture outside.
His victim's blood a.s.saulted his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, picking up the distinct undertone of human blood in the hybrid. A thought intruded. Since the a.s.sa.s.sin's blood was a mix between human and vampire, it would nourish and strengthen Zane just like pure human blood would.
His gaze zeroed in on the guy's wrist. "Not talking? Guess you'll only be good for dinner then."
Zane s.n.a.t.c.hed the hybrid's wrist and pulled it to his mouth. His fangs dug into the flesh and quickly pulled on the vein as the stranger struggled and hit him with his other arm, kicking his legs to boot. But Zane held him off. With every ounce of blood that replenished his body, he felt his strength return. As soon as he had enough to heal, he released the guy with disgust.
His eyes were shut, his face contorted in pain. But the sight conjured up no feelings of pity in Zane. This man had come to kill him. "Who are you?"
His eyes flew open, their intense blue colliding with Zane's dark gaze. "I'm Volker Brandt's son."
s.h.i.+t! He'd killed Brandt the year before down in Brazil and thought he had closed this chapter. "Then you'll die like your father. You're poison, you're evil just like him. Nothing coming from any of them can be good. Their seed produces only evil."
Brandt's son tried to thrust his head forward, but the chain made mincemeat out of his efforts to underscore his defiance physically. "I'm not alone. You kill me, the others come after you. They find you, just like I found you."
Zane shrugged off the guy's false bravado. "Only a few minutes ago you said Mller would be happy to hear that you found me. Guess that means he has no idea where I am."
"He knows," he spat.
"If he knew, he'd be here himself and finish me off."
The hybrid squeezed his eyes shut to avoid Zane's stare, but Zane interpreted the action as confirmation of his guess. Big f.u.c.king deal!
Defiance shot from Brandt's eyes when he reopened them. "He'll find you."
"Not if I find him first. Which hole is he hiding in?"
"I don't know."
Zane punched his face, whipping it sideways, skin sizzling in response. "Where is he?"
"n.o.body's seen him."
"You're lying. Where is Franz Mller?"
"If I knew, do you think I would have come alone?"
Zane digested the words. Either the a.s.shole really didn't know, or he was too loyal to tell. Either way, it made no difference. He'd find Mller himself. One day. "Then you're no use to me."
With one powerful thrust of his right arm, he slammed the stake into Brandt's heart.
"No use at all," he whispered as the hybrid dissolved into dust.
The silver chain fell slack, and several metal items dropped clinking to the floor: a small key, a few loose coins, and a pin. Zane bent to pick up the items. He stared at the symbol embossed on the pin.
He'd never seen anything like it, but he'd bet his last clean s.h.i.+rt that it would somehow lead him to Mller. The dead hybrid was Volker Brandt's son, and the older Brandt had been Mller's right hand. They had to have been in contact somehow. And he wouldn't leave any stone unturned until he figured out where Mller was hiding.
CHAPTER NINE.
Portia looked back in the mirror and examined her face. Was it obvious that she'd put on a little more makeup than usual? h.e.l.l, who was she kidding? She rarely ever wore more than the occasional eyeliner, and today she sported not only that, but also mascara, lip gloss, some rouge, and a little eye shadow. Another critical look in the bathroom mirror confirmed it. She had lost all her good senses and painted her face for the one person who would ignore her anyway: Zane.
Portia tossed the washcloth in the sink, annoyed at herself. There was no reason why she should be attracted to this jerk whose only mission was to keep her away from her male fellow students or any other men who could become a danger to her virginity. And who was keeping her away from Zane? Was this her father's ultimate punishment, to dangle the hottest stuff since the invention of the Chippendales in front of her when she knew Zane saw her as only a pesky annoyance?
Well, she'd show him that he could shove his indifference up his a.s.s and prove to everybody that there was somebody out there who'd be more than happy to liberate her from her virginity.
Portia heard the front door open and Oliver exchange a few words with Zane. At the sound of his voice, her knees wobbled, and b.u.t.terflies fluttered in her stomach. She braced herself on the sink for support. This was not good. If she couldn't bring her body's reactions under control, she couldn't face him.
His vampire hearing would pick up on her rapid heartbeat as well as on the fact that she was emitting pheromones. She'd learned enough in biology to realize that much, and her own acute senses told her that her body was doing exactly that. This wouldn't work. Portia grabbed her cell phone and typed a text message to Lauren: wr lots of Chanel & bring it w/ u. C u in 15.
With a deep breath, she opened the bathroom door and went downstairs. As she'd expected, Zane had installed himself on the couch at an angle that allowed him to see both the stairs and the front door.
She didn't miss the instant flaring of Zane's nostrils the moment she reached the foot of the stairs. The accompanying spark in his eyes could have been an optical illusion, had he not instantly clenched his hands into fists as if trying to fight something or someone off. There was no doubt in her mind that he could smell her arousal. A thought shot through her mind. Maybe that was actually a good thing and would make her plan for tonight easier to execute than she'd thought.
"Evening, Zane," she said politely and approached the couch. Oh, yeah, it was best if he got a really good whiff of her tonight.
His eyes narrowed in suspicion even as he answered her greeting. "Portia." Then he swept a long look over her before his eyes lingered on her face. "Up to something tonight?"
The mocking tone in his voice almost made her lash out at him, but she reigned herself in. "I'm wearing jeans and a t-s.h.i.+rt, hardly an outfit for going out."
He didn't buy it. "What's with the makeup?"
"What are you suddenly, my father? I can wear makeup whenever I please."
Zane jumped up, and a second later stood only a foot from her. "You wouldn't be wearing that makeup for me, would you?"