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and then they usually left. But his year part of the vampire council was
coming. It was part of the new look they were trying to bring about. A more
touchy-feely type of council.
    “Do what you need to do and make it look
good.” He moved to the door and started out. “Don’t invite my family. Having
them here for this wedding shit is bad enough. I certainly don’t want them here
for this as well.”
    Zachariah went out the door and into the
night. He needed to feed and he needed the spike. He shifted into his animal,
the bat, and smiled when he thought of what people thought of vampires and what
he did to make them believe that. He saw the woman about a minute before she
went into the store and landed in a tree to wait for her. He could almost taste
her now and couldn’t wait to get her. Moving closer to the ground, he shifted
again and stood with the shadows pulled around him. Tonight he was going to
kill twice. He was already excited enough to want to go and kill right fucking
now.

Chapter 7
     
    Mac was pissed. No, that wasn’t true. He
was livid. He waited for her to say something…anything so that he could pounce
on her, but she simply sang along with the radio and ignored him. He looked out
the front window and realized that he had less than twenty minutes before the
sun would be too much for him.
    He could stay out in the early hours. Sometimes
until ten or so, but not much later. The sun would be too bright and he’d be in
trouble very soon. He glanced over at her, wondering if that was her plan. To
fry him up and blow his ashes out the door as she sped down the road.
    “I like her. You should probably try
talking to her rather than sitting there acting like the injured party. Sort of
like I’ve been doing with you and your aunt.” His dad laughed in his mind. “Of
course, you could find a nice hotel somewhere and mate with her. That would
make your mother very happy.”
    “No. I thought you said you weren’t
speaking to me.” He was glad that his dad had contacted him. It hurt him that his own father
didn’t understand . “And I’d very much appreciate it if you’d just leave her
and me alone.”
    “No. I can’t do that. Like I said, I
like her.” He could feel his dad’s pain and held his breath waiting for the next words. “I’m
sorry about this, son, but I feel that you’ve given me no choice.”
    The truck swerved. And, when it did, Mac
knew that this dad had done this. Glancing at Brandi while he tried to get the
truck back on the road and under control by grabbing at the wheel, he realized
she was asleep or unconscious. He wondered if his dad was trying to make it so
he met the sun with her in his arms when he saw Tristan standing on the side of
the road just as the truck lurched to a stop when it hit a guardrail. Mac felt
his head explode in pain and his last thought was that Brandi was going to be
pissed about her vehicle.
    ~~~
    Moaning, he came awake slowly. His mind
was fuzzy, but he could see that they were in his lair. It only took him
seconds to realize that Tristan, one of his uncles who had the ability to go
over long distances very quickly, had brought him back home. Mac reached for
and found Brandi by his side. He reached for the lamp and turned it on.
    Her head was bloodied. There was a knot
on her forehead about the size of a lemon and both her eyes were blackened
already. He touched her mind to see if she had any brain damage and found that
while she did have a concussion and needed some stitches, she was fine there. He
stood up off the bed and walked to the side she was laying on.
    Her leg wasn’t broken, but bruised
badly. Her ribs were cracked, three he thought, but nothing that was life
threatening. He ran his hand over the rest of her body and found some minor
cuts and bumps, but again nothing life threatening.
    If he gave her his blood she’d heal a
great deal faster. If he didn’t, she’d live, but would be sore for a very long
time. He looked at her face,