Chapter 22 Part 1

 

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Chapter 22 Part 1

“Alexander! Can you believe it!”

His best friend froze with his hand on the door handle, staring at him like he’d lost his head. Might have. He’d called him and told him to get his ass over here. Nothing else. Might have been wrong of him to frighten him like that. And Javis was sure he’d done so from the long, loud breath he released and the tight straight lips and pointy eyes glaring his way. 

“Sorry, man. I should have - -”

“Been cleared on why I was rushing my ass over here?” Alexander released another long breath as he smoothed down his shirt. “I take it there is no emergency.” He didn’t wait for an answer as he shut the door and made his way over to my supply of animal blood. “I take it your life is in no danger of any kind, so am I free to gather that this is regarding your Heart Owner.” Once again he didn’t wait for an answer. “But not that his life is in danger, or you would be shouting orders at every single person in this house, right down to Julian who would not know what to do to defend himself if his life depended on it. And if your Heart Owner’s life was in danger his would.” He tore open the end of the stored bag of blood and tilted it up, gulping it down, forcing him to wait until he calmed himself further wiht some of the most disgusting food our kind had. “Well . . . You going to answer me or stare at the empty bag of blood. I can get you one, but . . .”

Shit. He’d gone off in his own thoughts. Something he’d done a lot of lately. Elijah had been covering for him, but it was becoming an issue. He had to lock down his Heart Owner. And his opportunity to start that task was at hand. That’ why Alexander was there. He’d be able to provide him with life saving advice on how to attract and pull in his Heart Owner. A wayward one that just realized his worst enemy might not be.

“Guess who has a date tonight?”

“Say you, since you called me.”

“Guess with who?”

“Since the only man that would catch your fancy is Enapay Chavos I’d say him.”

“Quit being an ass.”

“Quit playing like I don’t know the answer to these questions to start with.”

“Lighten up.”

“Grow up.”

“Dick.”

“Ass.”

We both fell into a fit of laughter, holding our stomach until we both had to drop into a chair. Leave it to Alexander to break up the tight tension that had taken residence in the pit of his stomach the moment that Enapay realized he wasn’t the one who thought up forcing every human to choose a Vampirc’ life. If it’d been up to him it would have only been a choice they could have made. Many would have. He was. sure of that. Among those who had chosen a Vampire to Sire then they’d came to them begging out of respect. One of the questions loads of the vampires asked before they accepted anyone into their family was if they came of their own choice or simply because it was the law. Most of the Vampires would turn the human down if they lied on that answer. it’s what he would have done. It would have been the first question he’d asked all possible humans that came to him. He would not have a child that only chose a Vampirc Life because of a law. They would hold grudges. Be an unfaithful child. Unsteady child. Three of the most deadly things to have among your children.

“So . . . tell me how you got him to come around to you.” Alexander tossed the empty bag of blood into the wastebasket and walked over to the couch. “Did you plant him with one?”

He wished he’d stolen a kiss from the sexy man that belonged to him. Or would one day. Hopefully.

“No.” 

I can tell that you have thought of all this so . . . why did you put this stupid plan into motion? 

Enapay’s comment replayed in his head. He was sure it would turn into a repeating record by the end of the day. Or week at least. HIm knowing the truth might just get him in trouble. Damn. What had he done that gave himself away? How had Enapay picked up on the truth he’d hidden from so many people for the last fifteen years. There was only one, maybe two, that knew the truth. Alexander for sure. Elijah, possibly. Then again . . Enapy understanding the real him is what he’d wanted. Why he allowed him to stay here. It was the ultimate goal. He’d been willing to tell him the truth once they were bound to one another. Once he had the man’s trust.

Trust wasn’t built in one day. A man would not go from despising a man’s value to accepting him for who he was in a blink of the eye. It came with time. And was built on a foundation of truth. His initial method of attack with Enapay had been to keep him in the dark about his true feelings about his assignment. Not so much because of his feelings toward it, but because he’d been ordered to keep it hidden from everyone. And orders from Dracula . . .

Right then Dracula wasn’t in touch with him. The job he’d been assigned required constant contact. If the vampire didn’t care enough to be there then maybe he didn’t care enough to ensure his plan worked. That meant it was left up to him, giving him the right to go the path of his choice. Right?

“Ouch.” He reached down and rubbed his shin. “Why’d you kick me?”