on it, too," Rick said when he picked up the line. He connected his computer screen link to Draylon's large monitor up on his office wall. It showed a detailed map of the world and where vampire units amassed at any given time. The more numbers in a unit, the more trouble was about to happen.
"What do you think? Any clue why they're raiding in the United States?"
"The only thing I can possibly think of is a recent outcropping of vampire-wannabes. The media and entertainment industry seem to enjoy romanticizing the whole Gothic scene. Last decade it was vampires being interviewed. This decade, it's sparkling young, moody immortals. We need to be prepared this All Hallows Eve. I'm thinking we need to keep all clans notified of any possible sightings or hearing anything through the networks."
"Do we have anyone in the blood banks we could use to possibly be on look out?" Draylon asked. It was good to have members in areas of importance, but it could also be an issue when Vamier's goons got too close.
"Let me look," Rick paused.
Draylon knew he had sources all over the world. Rick's connections went deep and wide and with a touch of a few keys on his computer, he could tell you where every single contact was at any given moment.
"We have one I think I can leverage," Rick responded.
"What do we have?"
"We have a human counterpart working for the Greater Baltimore Blood Bank. I think I can get them to head the division in Frederick, Maryland."
"Anything they can do?"
"I think so. They have family working for Livedel so it shouldn't be an issue to keep an eye on the dealings there. They've been taking care of the accounts for the whole division for over two years. I'll look into it and let you know." A deep sigh was followed by the sounds of keyboard clicking. "Who do we have in the vicinity of Baltimore-Washington D.C. area that could keep the accountant safe in case things get tricky?"
"You're asking me? You know the clan better than I do—wait, Mike Linder is out in that area. I'll have him posted and give him the low-down on the guy."
"Um…one small problem. Our connection at the blood bank isn't a guy. We are dealing with a Ms. Christina Johnston, Jon and Kay Johnston's daughter."
Draylon's flat screen went blank for a moment as Rick brought up a photo of a young blonde woman. Christina Johnston, bookkeeper for the Greater Baltimore Blood Bank system.
"You want to explain why you happen to have my friend's picture on your monitor?"
Draylon whirled around in his chair to see a pissed off Marilyn Reddlin standing barefoot in his office doorway. How the hell did she get out of her room?
"Do you want to explain what the hell is going on, or do I start some major shit, asshole!"
"Who is that, Draylon?" Rick's voice echoed over the intercom.
"Marilyn Reddlin," she replied for Draylon. "And who the hell are you to have pictures of my friend?"
"I happen to be Rick Delvante, owner of Livedel and your boss, Miss Reddlin."
"Good to know…because unless you two tell me why you are keeping tabs on Tina and I'm being held captive in this castle prison, I'm going to start some shit with harassment on the job. The EEO will have a three course meal with your ass."
#
"Deal with her, Draylon," Rick commanded and turned off all communications.
Deal with her? What the hell was he supposed to do?
She entered the office all the way, pacing menacingly in front of his large desk, trapping him. He tried to present a nonchalant reaction to her anger. But the heat she emitted had him wishing to sink into her on such a basic level that his dick ached for the first time in years.
Her body had filled out, toned up in a natural state of change. Her denim jeans that had bagged around her recently now hugged her curves and the simple long sleeved t-shirt she wore showed off her breasts to perfection. She was muscle and sinew and strength wrapped up in a deadly shifter. So far she didn't remember ever shifting. Some neurological
"What do you think? Any clue why they're raiding in the United States?"
"The only thing I can possibly think of is a recent outcropping of vampire-wannabes. The media and entertainment industry seem to enjoy romanticizing the whole Gothic scene. Last decade it was vampires being interviewed. This decade, it's sparkling young, moody immortals. We need to be prepared this All Hallows Eve. I'm thinking we need to keep all clans notified of any possible sightings or hearing anything through the networks."
"Do we have anyone in the blood banks we could use to possibly be on look out?" Draylon asked. It was good to have members in areas of importance, but it could also be an issue when Vamier's goons got too close.
"Let me look," Rick paused.
Draylon knew he had sources all over the world. Rick's connections went deep and wide and with a touch of a few keys on his computer, he could tell you where every single contact was at any given moment.
"We have one I think I can leverage," Rick responded.
"What do we have?"
"We have a human counterpart working for the Greater Baltimore Blood Bank. I think I can get them to head the division in Frederick, Maryland."
"Anything they can do?"
"I think so. They have family working for Livedel so it shouldn't be an issue to keep an eye on the dealings there. They've been taking care of the accounts for the whole division for over two years. I'll look into it and let you know." A deep sigh was followed by the sounds of keyboard clicking. "Who do we have in the vicinity of Baltimore-Washington D.C. area that could keep the accountant safe in case things get tricky?"
"You're asking me? You know the clan better than I do—wait, Mike Linder is out in that area. I'll have him posted and give him the low-down on the guy."
"Um…one small problem. Our connection at the blood bank isn't a guy. We are dealing with a Ms. Christina Johnston, Jon and Kay Johnston's daughter."
Draylon's flat screen went blank for a moment as Rick brought up a photo of a young blonde woman. Christina Johnston, bookkeeper for the Greater Baltimore Blood Bank system.
"You want to explain why you happen to have my friend's picture on your monitor?"
Draylon whirled around in his chair to see a pissed off Marilyn Reddlin standing barefoot in his office doorway. How the hell did she get out of her room?
"Do you want to explain what the hell is going on, or do I start some major shit, asshole!"
"Who is that, Draylon?" Rick's voice echoed over the intercom.
"Marilyn Reddlin," she replied for Draylon. "And who the hell are you to have pictures of my friend?"
"I happen to be Rick Delvante, owner of Livedel and your boss, Miss Reddlin."
"Good to know…because unless you two tell me why you are keeping tabs on Tina and I'm being held captive in this castle prison, I'm going to start some shit with harassment on the job. The EEO will have a three course meal with your ass."
#
"Deal with her, Draylon," Rick commanded and turned off all communications.
Deal with her? What the hell was he supposed to do?
She entered the office all the way, pacing menacingly in front of his large desk, trapping him. He tried to present a nonchalant reaction to her anger. But the heat she emitted had him wishing to sink into her on such a basic level that his dick ached for the first time in years.
Her body had filled out, toned up in a natural state of change. Her denim jeans that had bagged around her recently now hugged her curves and the simple long sleeved t-shirt she wore showed off her breasts to perfection. She was muscle and sinew and strength wrapped up in a deadly shifter. So far she didn't remember ever shifting. Some neurological
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