Black Roses
My apologies for my earlier oops.
A/N: This is a short excerpt from a piece I am currently working on. Please let me know what you think.
AND that demented idiot thought I’d trust him? He'd really lost his filthy, typically unused mind in the past three hundred years. Saxon Luciferus was losing power… yeah, and I gave birth to gorillas, which could be questioned. No offense to any of my vampires but when the shoe fits, wear it baby.
I didn’t even know that he could lose power. I mean how could the mortal enemy of all that is holybe losing power? How could "evil" lose power? And Saxon thought I’d go back to Hell for the little shit? Right. He was just trying to get me back into his clutches. Like that was happening.
Okay, call me paranoid but after suffering seventy-five years of forced servitude to his sexual sadism and other whims that he had during that time does not inspire trust of that particular jerk. How did I get chained, literally and figuratively, to Saxon’s bed? Well, the new big, bad bully has to test the waters somehow, and he thought the best way was to make the head of a new line, a new breed of demon his lover. But then I usually think of a lover as a willing participant…silly me.
Anyway, while he got his jollies from my presence I did my damnedest to think of ways to kick his sorry ass to Styx and back. Styx happens to be the gentle beastie that lives in the waters of the Third River of Hell. By the way, he’s about the size of a Toyota, and no one knows he’s gentle but me. Or maybe he just likes me. Skinny dipping in the Third River might have something to do with that. Oh well.
By the way, if Saxon was losing so much power then why in all that is unholy is he traipsing around up here?Earth to Bozo, that takes energy you don’t have to spare, if you’re losing power that is. Who’s a little liar? I mean I like Chicago.
And Saxon showing up in a vampire strip joint was pretty stupid, since we’re pointing out faults and reasons to beat Saxon. I mean sure the vampires can feel me in the metaphysical sense from thirty miles away, but what do you think they’d feel when the beastie that had a hand over me was in their midst? Let's hear it for Stupid Beyond All Hope Syndrome at it’s worst, ladies and gentlemen. Or not.
I felt a hand on my right arm. My sword arm. I don’t think so, buddy. Jerking my arm free of the grip, I pivoted to see who it was. Not Mason, he was on stage inside of ten minutes. Not Adham, he had a security emergency.
I stood face to face with Preston, the wolf-child. To you people who are from this century, that’s a werewolf. Preston and I had been in some tight spots before, but hanging out with a vampire that owned one of the most prodigious strip clubs in Chicago usually warranted a little trouble, particularly when most of the clientele where animals or other various predators.
“You going to stand out here all night, Blade?” Preston asked. I’d like to but I wasn’t going to tell my last meal that. I bit back a laugh, Preston had a over-size ego so being referred to as a "last meal" was pretty undignifying. Oh well, Preston.
“Considering that you have recently lost a bit of blood, maybe you should be inside,” I said, my tone flat. I felt him roll his shoulders in a shrug.
“They call you the mother of their line; I didn’t know they meant it literally.” Preston said, crossing his arms over his chest in the dark. If Adham ever heard that little snarky comment this pup would receive one hell of an ass kicking. Adham was the head of Chicago’s vampires; however, he also had a thing for me that had absolutely nothing to do with sex, and everything to do with a one million year old, 6’ 7” vampire named Constantine, also known as Adham’s sire.
I find it mildly amusing when I run across some ignorant child that thinks they know something about a breed of killers that have never had to evolve. Mildly, bordering on annoyance.
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