Vampires Need Not...Apply

Chapter Ocho

January 13

Despite missing his cat and being unable to see, Antonio’s arrival home one week earlier hadn’t been nearly as difficult as he’d thought. After the visit from the mysterious woman in the hospital, his dismal outlook on the world had shifted. He knew he could tackle any obstacle despite the impossibility of this situation. Yes, he was happy. Genuinely happy.

Perhaps she was an angel?A really, really mean angel.

Antonio slipped on his favorite black sweater and black jeans. At least he thought they were black. He hadn’t had time to work with his new assistant to organize his closet since they’d been spending every waking hour learning basic braille—mostly numbers.

In any case, he decided he’d go out for his first walk today. Just around the block to clear his head. Although the woman from his dreams continued haunting him every hour of the day and he still believed she was his destiny, the key to everything, he couldn’t stop obsessing over that cruel, yet mesmerizing banshee from the hospital. He fantasized what she might look like. Was she a leggy blonde with the slim frame of a runway model? Or a curvy Latina with full breasts, the sort of breasts a man could lose himself in? No matter. If that voice were any indication, she had to be the most gorgeous creature to walk the planet. The mere thought of seeing her again created a sense of bliss until he wondered if she would want him. A blind man.

Forget about her. The woman from your dreams is your destiny. You must focus on that.

This fantasy woman had appeared with the tablet, and the tablet had been the answer to his prayers. Yes. It was true; he was a man of science, but his faith… that was what carried him. Perhaps it had something to do with being brought up in Spain, perhaps it was that he and his brother were raised by Kirstie the maid, an overly superstitious gypsy woman with an addiction to borscht, but the likely answer was that science couldn’t guarantee salvation from his problems or deliver freedom. Faith was all he truly had.

So you have faith the woman from your dreams will help you. But shouldn’t you at least attempt to find the woman from the hospital first? She saved your life.

Yes. That would be exactly what he would do. He would find her and thank her.

And bed her.

Dammit, coño. Do you ever stop?

But what was there to say? His cock moved into a state of high alert each time he thought of the cruel woman.

Of course, that had nothing to do with why he wanted to find her. No, señor. Not. At. All.

“Kinich, you have to keep trying!” Ixtab watched her brother pace back and forth across his living room.

“I cannot break the urge,” he growled. “It doesn’t matter what I do. Each time I open that vial, I drool like a rabid dog. Belch’s ball sweat has no deterring effect whatsoever.”

“You didn’t actually drink any, did you?” Ixtab asked.

“No. But I wanted to. If Penelope walked into this room right now, I’d tear out her throat. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself.”

“How are you around other humans?” she asked.

He shrugged. “No issues. Not even the innocent who smell of cotton candy tempt me. I’ve been sticking to a steady diet of bagged blood without issue.”

Hmmm. It was normal for a vampire to become crazed for blood when they first woke, as he had with Penelope, but this was different; he continued to lose control only for her. Vampires didn’t have person-specific cravings. They were either in control or they weren’t.

Something about this situation didn’t feel right.

Dammit all to hell! She wished the vampires would come back from holiday so she could consult with one of them. Maybe they’d know what to do? And how exactly did an entire race simply up and take a vacay—to frigging Euro Disney, no less!—when they knew how critical they were to the line of defense? But no! Mickey, Goofy, and vampire law were clearly more important than saving the world. Adding insult to injury, they weren’t even carrying cell phones! Oh no, because according to Helena—who’d texted her—they were spending their days on the Pirates of the Caribbean ride. Wouldn’t want to get their phones wet. Gods forbid. Because they were all so broke and would never be able to afford new ones.

Cheap bastards.

Oh! Vampires are icky number five: they are too obsessed with managing their money.

Well, they do live a really, really, realllly long time.

Okay. Fair nuff. Strike that last one.

“Well,” she offered, “Penelope sent a few Uchben to hunt down Viktor—maybe he’ll have a few suggestions.” Viktor, a thousand-year-old Viking vampire, had just about seen it all. That included Cimil’s bed. It was a miracle he survived actually, and lucky he did because he’d very recently found his mate. Ironically, she was Penelope’s mother. Confusing? Oh yeah. Throw in the fact that Penelope’s mother was a fallen angel—well, they had themselves a regular paranormal telenovela. Univision had nothing on them.

Kinich crossed his meaty arms and stared out the window. “I cannot lose Penelope. I cannot. But I am not making progress.” He paused for a long moment, clenching his jaw. “How is she?” he finally asked. His eyes remained fixed on the skyline.

Funny how Penelope had done the same thing, as if she and Kinich were staring from across the country at one another, longing. Ixtab knew the feeling—the ache of missing someone you love. That’s why she had to do something to get the two back together.

Should she tell Kinich about Zac? The entire truth about his pursuit of Penelope? On one hand, it might send Kinich over the edge. On the other, maybe he needed to hear the truth. Perhaps it would provide the added motivation for him to overcome his obsession with drinking Penelope.

“You want to know how she is?” Ixtab grumbled. “She’s spending a lot of time with Zac. He brings baby books and reads to her. And when she can’t sleep, he rubs her back and hunts down exotic snacks at two a.m.—baklava, Pop-Tarts, anchovy pizza, anything she wants. And when she awakens, he is there to hold her hair out of the toilet—the typical things mortal men do for their mates.”

Kinich’s fingers dug deeply into his biceps and tiny drops of blood hit the floor. “I see.”

“But she misses you, brother. Every day she calls and asks to see you. And every day she cries when I tell her you are not ready.”

Kinich’s jaw muscles pulsed once again, and his chest heaved rapidly. “Leave. I need some time alone.”

“I have to make my rounds, anyway; I’m all filled up again—the damnedest thing because I haven’t helped anyone.” Ixtab scratched her veiled forehead and told him she’d return in the morning. Not that it would do much good because Kinich wasn’t making any progress. It was as if he’d been programmed or cursed. Something’s just not right.

“Get some rest, brother.”

“You ought to stop calling me that, you know.”

“Why?” she asked.

“We are not related, and now I am a shame to both my old and new species. I am so… weak.”

Idiot. “Kinich, I don’t care if we are not blood—none of us are—but you will always be my brother, and I’m proud to call you so. This will all pass, I promise. Just have… patience.”

She wanted to say faith, but not even she had that.

“See you in the morning, brother.”

Kinich didn’t say a word as she left. Poor guy…

Ixtab reached for the elevator call button, but the doors pinged and out stepped Antonio. “Christ!” She jumped out of the way. “Watch where the hell you’re going.”

Antonio, who wore stylish sunglasses, a thick off-white sweater, and soft, worn jeans, looked like a giant, warm slice of man heaven. She knew without a doubt that his sturdy frame didn’t have an ounce of fat and his height, though not as tall as her brothers, was well above six feet. Somewhere near the six-and-a-half range perhaps. Who cared? All that mattered was Ixtab enjoyed the view from down there in five-foot-eight land. He was all man. All mortal. All delicious.

Stop that! Remember, he’s just some… player. Some serial defiler of the female heart.

“Funny,” he said and then started to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

He chuckled a few more times and caught his breath. “You said, ‘Watch it.’ That’s the funniest damned thing I’ve heard all day.” He tapped his walking cane in front of him to make his point.

Ixtab growled and then offered him a few choice words in Spanish.

“Dios mío!” he said. “It is you! The agency you went through to get me that assistant didn’t know anything about you.”

“Yes. It’s me.” Once again, Ixtab found herself being inundated with unwelcome emotions. Gods, this man was frigging hot.

Is it getting warm in here? Why do I feel so warm? “Nice to see you again, but I gotta run.” She poked the call button again.

“Please. Don’t leave. I only want to speak for a moment about what happened in the hospital.” He stepped in front of the elevator, blocking her from the doors.

“I can’t,” she said coldly and stepped back.

Gods, I need to get away from him. She felt like her body might launch into orbit, combust, and become a second sun.

Why is it so hot? She tugged at her collar.

He frowned and his lips made a hard line. “Why not?”

Why? Why? Because you’re doing something unholy to my body! Gods… I want to grrrrab you and maul you with my lips. Maybe rip off your pants and have a very deep conversation with that giant penis of yours.

What? Did you just say you want to talk to his penis?

Yes. Yes, I did. I need to get the hell out of here!

“We can’t talk because… I’m a superspy. Remember?” she said.

“Doubtful. Please. Tell me who you are.” He stepped toward her and reached for her shoulder. She found herself wanting to lean in and let him make contact, but caught herself and jumped back.

“Shit! Buddy, do you have a death wish or something? Don’t touch me!”

His expression turned bleak. “Do I disgust you that much?”

Oh, gods, no. I want to strip you naked, cover you in chocolate sauce, and swap you with a doughnut. “Yes. People like you always do. So… back off!”

Gods, that was a mean thing to say, but it worked. He backed away and his expression turned to one of sheer outrage.

Suddenly, she felt strangely weak. She looked at her hands. Gray. She was filled to the brim with despair, and if she didn’t cleanse quickly, she’d fall into a coma. “Oh, hell…”

The elevator beeped. She stepped in and sank to her knees. What the hell was happening to her?