Vampires Need Not...Apply

Chapter Cinco

Roberto the Ancient One’s Secret Lair

“Wow, baby. I’m lovin’ this glazed doughnut. Ummm…” Swinging her hips, Cimil took a large bite in front of the camera as she ironed cape number 520.

Sitting on his burgundy velvet love seat just a few feet away, Roberto’s eyes widened into ravenous orbs.

“Oh, you like that, huh?” She smiled. “Or is it this that you like?” She turned to show him the skimpy backside of her shiny pink bikini.

He nodded like a hungry dog.

“Thought so,” she said. “Well, Cimil’s got a big, yummy treat for you, my little, tasty vamp—”

The alarm on Roberto’s watch buzzed.

“Okay,” Cimil said. “That’s a wrap.”

Roberto stared.

“Oh, come on,” she said. “Shut the camera off. We’re done.”

Roberto stared.

“No. We are not having sex on camera.”

Roberto stared.

“Because the last time I did that, the video went viral, and I didn’t even get a damned penny! Now turn that thing off, we have work to do. There are only a few days left before our next big move.”

Roberto sighed and flipped the switch on the camera mounted to a tripod in the corner of the room.

“Hey, watch your language,” Cimil barked. “This YouTube thing was your idea. And I have to admit, a very good one. The others don’t suspect a thing, but seriously? How can anyone believe I could be your prisoner?”

Roberto shrugged his brows.

“Yes, yes. Because you’re brilliant,” she said. “And convincing all the vampires they needed to go to Euro Disney was a stroke of genius. Now the pressure’s really on Ixtab to open that portal. By the way, your ability to forge the dead queen’s hand is phenomenal. What other hidden talents do you have?”

Roberto stood next to the camera and eyed her body like a vampire lollipop.

“Oh, really…? Okay, we can have sex, but I get to be anchor on the trapeze this time.”

Roberto nodded.

“Gods, you rock, though not as much as me.” Cimil snickered and headed for the door. “Turn the iron off, would ya? Don’t want to burn down the place.”

Roberto did as he was told.

Cimil’s cell phone vibrated on the nightstand. “Oh! That must be the incubus!” She picked up the cell and read the text. “Oh, it’s actually our friends, the Maaskab! They say they’ve received my message and agree to the trade.”

She began typing: Fabulous! I’ll meet you at the incubus’s estate as planned. The tablet will be yours. Can’t wait. Hugs. Kisses. Many evil thoughts.

She put the phone down and Roberto grunted.

“Yep!” she replied. “It’s all going like clockwork. Now, where were we? Ah, yes! Let’s swing.”