Tomas is one of them. If the vamp is young, or if he or she decided to drink the blood substitute, they can’t go back. It’ll kill them.”
“First, it drives them mad,” Quenton added, “though they rarely recognize the signs.”
“And also makes them smell like shit,” Grimm said. “Then they die.”
“Juan, Tomas’ brother, didn’t,” Joelle said.
“How?” Feral asked. “A vampire who gorges on human blood always dies, since it poisons the system.”
“He drank some of my blood,” Joelle said. “It made him well.”
Feral shook his head then turned his eyes on Talon. “This can never get out. No Liaison will be able to walk free if this information is discovered.”
“And this is why we’re meeting here in secret,” Kenshin said. “The only people who know are in this room. It goes no further. It’s not written down. It’s not spoken of to anyone.”
“You haven’t heard the freakiest shit yet,” Grimm said. “Styx and I ran into a vamp that could crawl a wall like a fucking spider.”
“Perhaps we should start from the beginning,” Quenton suggested. “We want to make sure they understand the entire sequence of events.”
They spent the next two hours going through everything that had happened. They started with Joelle meeting Tomas at a bar and ended with the blood-addicted vampire in the alley. Once they’d all finished speaking, silence fell over the room. Quenton thought Feral and Lucian looked a bit shell-shocked. He wondered if the two of them would stick or run away. If he were in their position, he just might say fuck it and get the hell out of town. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to walk into this mess if they didn’t have to.
As the conversation continued, Quenton began to have a difficult time following along. Reaper, who sat next to him, had reached over and placed his hand on Quenton’s thigh. The warmth from his palm ran up to Quenton’s cock, and it had instantly hardened. Quenton tried to ignore him, but Reaper slid his hand between his thighs. He squeezed his legs together in an attempt to stop his movements, but Reaper shoved his hand up until he could move his fingers slowly along Quenton’s length.
Quenton finally opened his legs because he wanted to feel Reaper’s hand on him again. It took everything he had in him to sit perfectly still while the other man stroked him through his pants. He was so damn thankful for his dark glasses because he didn’t want anyone to realize what was going on. He imagined sitting with his eyes rolled back into his head was certainly a dead giveaway.
A lull in conversation finally penetrated, and Quenton’s brain came back online. He looked around and hoped to hell they weren’t expecting him to say anything. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be regarding Feral. He took a moment to glance over at Reaper and found the man watching him. The Hunter gave him a slow wink and withdrew his hand. Quenton didn’t know whether to cry, cheer or punch him in the face.
“I don’t think, in all my years, have I heard of a vampire doing what you describe,” Feral spoke as he slowly stroked his mustache. “This blood cult is a danger not only to themselves, but the paranormal community.”
“All we need is some human to take a video, and we’re fucked,” Grimm said. “There’d be no way to make that disappear.”
“I will help you hunt,” Feral said. “I also know of Ancients we can call on. We must quit hiding in the shadows and step up. We’ve left it to you few for far too long.”
“If an Ancient is involved, we’ll need the help,” Kenshin said before any of the Hunters could. “The information Maeve discovered means that the vampires are evolving into something we’ve never seen before. We also have no idea how many are out there.”
“We also don’t know if these things will live longer,” Styx put in. “Normally, they have an expiration date, but now, who the fuck knows?”
“There’s no way
“First, it drives them mad,” Quenton added, “though they rarely recognize the signs.”
“And also makes them smell like shit,” Grimm said. “Then they die.”
“Juan, Tomas’ brother, didn’t,” Joelle said.
“How?” Feral asked. “A vampire who gorges on human blood always dies, since it poisons the system.”
“He drank some of my blood,” Joelle said. “It made him well.”
Feral shook his head then turned his eyes on Talon. “This can never get out. No Liaison will be able to walk free if this information is discovered.”
“And this is why we’re meeting here in secret,” Kenshin said. “The only people who know are in this room. It goes no further. It’s not written down. It’s not spoken of to anyone.”
“You haven’t heard the freakiest shit yet,” Grimm said. “Styx and I ran into a vamp that could crawl a wall like a fucking spider.”
“Perhaps we should start from the beginning,” Quenton suggested. “We want to make sure they understand the entire sequence of events.”
They spent the next two hours going through everything that had happened. They started with Joelle meeting Tomas at a bar and ended with the blood-addicted vampire in the alley. Once they’d all finished speaking, silence fell over the room. Quenton thought Feral and Lucian looked a bit shell-shocked. He wondered if the two of them would stick or run away. If he were in their position, he just might say fuck it and get the hell out of town. He couldn’t imagine anyone wanting to walk into this mess if they didn’t have to.
As the conversation continued, Quenton began to have a difficult time following along. Reaper, who sat next to him, had reached over and placed his hand on Quenton’s thigh. The warmth from his palm ran up to Quenton’s cock, and it had instantly hardened. Quenton tried to ignore him, but Reaper slid his hand between his thighs. He squeezed his legs together in an attempt to stop his movements, but Reaper shoved his hand up until he could move his fingers slowly along Quenton’s length.
Quenton finally opened his legs because he wanted to feel Reaper’s hand on him again. It took everything he had in him to sit perfectly still while the other man stroked him through his pants. He was so damn thankful for his dark glasses because he didn’t want anyone to realize what was going on. He imagined sitting with his eyes rolled back into his head was certainly a dead giveaway.
A lull in conversation finally penetrated, and Quenton’s brain came back online. He looked around and hoped to hell they weren’t expecting him to say anything. Thankfully, everyone seemed to be regarding Feral. He took a moment to glance over at Reaper and found the man watching him. The Hunter gave him a slow wink and withdrew his hand. Quenton didn’t know whether to cry, cheer or punch him in the face.
“I don’t think, in all my years, have I heard of a vampire doing what you describe,” Feral spoke as he slowly stroked his mustache. “This blood cult is a danger not only to themselves, but the paranormal community.”
“All we need is some human to take a video, and we’re fucked,” Grimm said. “There’d be no way to make that disappear.”
“I will help you hunt,” Feral said. “I also know of Ancients we can call on. We must quit hiding in the shadows and step up. We’ve left it to you few for far too long.”
“If an Ancient is involved, we’ll need the help,” Kenshin said before any of the Hunters could. “The information Maeve discovered means that the vampires are evolving into something we’ve never seen before. We also have no idea how many are out there.”
“We also don’t know if these things will live longer,” Styx put in. “Normally, they have an expiration date, but now, who the fuck knows?”
“There’s no way
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