SHARKBAIT #60
Adrienne stood up in front of me, nearly shifting at the thought. My wolf was begging to get out, to rip this thing to pieces.
Alexander didn’t move; he just sat there and smiled. “Relax, my friends. I don’t mean we kill her for real. We just make it look like she’s dead.” Adrienne slowly calmed down and sat again, pushing her wolf down and doing her breathing exercises to relax. “I would hope we have established enough trust to continue?”
“How would we do this,” I said.
“You notice the resemblance between you and Emily,” Alexander said. “With clothes, a change in hairstyle, and makeup, she could pass for you. We set up a hit where you are taken out, with cameras that show the whole thing. Emily recovers from her ‘fatal’ wounds, and we keep you out of sight under my protection until I have the people behind this in my hands.”
Adrienne considered this for a moment. “The Council will want them for trial, assuming we are right about who it is.”
“Your council will want them dead, correct?”
“Leo warned them about going after me at the trial,” I said. “Execution is the only outcome for them. A rogue attempting to harm a Pack wolf, especially a ranked one, is automatic death.”
Detective Jack spoke up. “Will her pregnancy affect the outcome?”This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org.
I didn’t know, but Adrienne did. “Traci’s execution would be postponed until after she gave birth. Her remaining family would claim the child. If none exist or step forward, a childless Alpha pair could claim the child. Alpha blood orphans do not happen that often; even without a mantle, that child is important.”
“My coven would take care of all the arrangements, and trace the payment back to the people responsible. All you would have to do is play your part and follow my directions,” Alexander said calmly.
I could imagine. “And you would do this out of the goodness of your heart?”
Alexander laughed loudly at this. “Jack, Emily, leave us.” They got up and left. “Surely, you understand that these acts have value, and there is a cost for the services of my coven,” he said.
“What do you want, Master Vampire Corvinus?”
“Alexander, please. After our moment together, I think we are on a first-name basis,” he said softly. I shuddered, recalling his breath on my neck before the bite. “I want two things, and they are non-negotiable. I’m sure you know that your blood is powerful stuff. I’ve never felt anything like it, and I want it again.”
“I’m never going to be your familiar,” I said as anger rose.
“I would not ask that.” He looked back towards the door. “I have been the Master Vampire in this region for over a hundred years, and I intend to challenge for leadership of the Vampire Council on the thirty-first of October in New Orleans. The Supreme Vampire is an old and powerful creature. His skills are superior to any other Master, hence his long rule. With your blood, I will be strong enough to defeat him. I will call for you before the trip, and you will come here and allow me to drink from you again before I leave. It is a small price to pay for my assistance,” he said.