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to speak with Abby, please.”
“She can't take personal calls while waiting tables, shug, unless it's an emergency. Is this an emergency?”
Caleb relaxed. “So she is waiting tables right now?”
“Well, yeah, hon, that's what she does here when she ain't singing, and it's a little early yet for the band.”
He heaved a sigh of relief.
“No worries then, I'll catch up with her later. Thanks for the help.” Caleb ended the call and finished dressing. He needed to patrol the town and see if he could locate his wayward cousin or any other of his kind that might be able to explain why he couldn’t shake the nagging sensation of something being seriously wrong.
* * * * *
Caleb tunneled his fingers through his hair in frustration. He'd ridden the roads of the sleepy little town for hours now attempting to locate Russell and the trouble he continued to sense. All for nothing. He was no closer to finding the wayward troublemaker or any of his potential minions. Watching the clock, he knew he didn't have long before Abby's shift ended. No way would allow her to leave there unguarded. Not with Russell somewhere close by—hiding, waiting.
He whipped his motorcycle around in a sharp U-turn and headed in the direction of the bar. On both sides of the road abandoned buildings loomed around him. This side of town had been left to decay as the residents focused to the east side near the highway. Broken windows with jagged edges served as little warning to the dangers that could be found inside. At the edge of this desertion stood The Dirty Drummer. It served as the line between old and new.
Caleb parked his bike about a block away from the bar. He planned to approach on foot and in the shadows. The wind kicked up, and Caleb stiffened in alert. His heart raced and his eyes narrowed as his nose caught the scent of his cousin on the breeze. But more than that, he detected the rich aroma of fresh blood. To humans, blood took on a scent like copper. He still remembered it well. But to vampires, blood was sweet, a little like honey. It was often different with each one of them, but sweet all the same.
To his relief, what he identified was not entirely human. The blood of a vampire was on the wind.
What the hell?
Caleb picked up speed and raced to the back of the Drummer. It didn’t take long, definitely no more than twenty seconds. The sweet scent of the blood nearly overwhelmed him at this point. He rounded the edge of the building in time to see a shadowy figure stab another in the neck. He ran to the two men and delivered a sidekick to the abdomen of the attacker. The figure stumbled back in surprise as surveyed the damage on the younger vampire who’d fallen to the ground. Blood covered everything. Several of his major arteries had been severed and the blood loss fatal.
Caleb turned to the assailant. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Russ?”
The man stepped from the shadows. His fangs were bared and covered in more blood. However, it was the feral, vacant look in his eyes that alarmed Caleb more than anything else. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to get us all killed?”
“This is none of your business so stay out of it.” Russell charged him, closing the distance between them in less than a blink of an eye. His fist plowed into Caleb’s face, smashing against the bone in his cheek, ripping the skin open from cheekbone to lip. Caleb flew back, slamming into the building wall, momentarily dazed. Russell took advantage of his delay by grabbing his shoulders and hurtling him toward the wooded area behind the bar.
Caleb crashed into a tree, knocking his head hard on a low-lying limb. He bounced forward, landing face first in the dirt. Breathing through the shocking pain, he spit blood onto the ground. Fury sped through him, fueling him beyond the pain of injury. Baring his fangs on a throaty growl, he sprang back into action. He raced around the corner of the building to follow to find the parking
“She can't take personal calls while waiting tables, shug, unless it's an emergency. Is this an emergency?”
Caleb relaxed. “So she is waiting tables right now?”
“Well, yeah, hon, that's what she does here when she ain't singing, and it's a little early yet for the band.”
He heaved a sigh of relief.
“No worries then, I'll catch up with her later. Thanks for the help.” Caleb ended the call and finished dressing. He needed to patrol the town and see if he could locate his wayward cousin or any other of his kind that might be able to explain why he couldn’t shake the nagging sensation of something being seriously wrong.
* * * * *
Caleb tunneled his fingers through his hair in frustration. He'd ridden the roads of the sleepy little town for hours now attempting to locate Russell and the trouble he continued to sense. All for nothing. He was no closer to finding the wayward troublemaker or any of his potential minions. Watching the clock, he knew he didn't have long before Abby's shift ended. No way would allow her to leave there unguarded. Not with Russell somewhere close by—hiding, waiting.
He whipped his motorcycle around in a sharp U-turn and headed in the direction of the bar. On both sides of the road abandoned buildings loomed around him. This side of town had been left to decay as the residents focused to the east side near the highway. Broken windows with jagged edges served as little warning to the dangers that could be found inside. At the edge of this desertion stood The Dirty Drummer. It served as the line between old and new.
Caleb parked his bike about a block away from the bar. He planned to approach on foot and in the shadows. The wind kicked up, and Caleb stiffened in alert. His heart raced and his eyes narrowed as his nose caught the scent of his cousin on the breeze. But more than that, he detected the rich aroma of fresh blood. To humans, blood took on a scent like copper. He still remembered it well. But to vampires, blood was sweet, a little like honey. It was often different with each one of them, but sweet all the same.
To his relief, what he identified was not entirely human. The blood of a vampire was on the wind.
What the hell?
Caleb picked up speed and raced to the back of the Drummer. It didn’t take long, definitely no more than twenty seconds. The sweet scent of the blood nearly overwhelmed him at this point. He rounded the edge of the building in time to see a shadowy figure stab another in the neck. He ran to the two men and delivered a sidekick to the abdomen of the attacker. The figure stumbled back in surprise as surveyed the damage on the younger vampire who’d fallen to the ground. Blood covered everything. Several of his major arteries had been severed and the blood loss fatal.
Caleb turned to the assailant. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Russ?”
The man stepped from the shadows. His fangs were bared and covered in more blood. However, it was the feral, vacant look in his eyes that alarmed Caleb more than anything else. “What are you doing here? Are you trying to get us all killed?”
“This is none of your business so stay out of it.” Russell charged him, closing the distance between them in less than a blink of an eye. His fist plowed into Caleb’s face, smashing against the bone in his cheek, ripping the skin open from cheekbone to lip. Caleb flew back, slamming into the building wall, momentarily dazed. Russell took advantage of his delay by grabbing his shoulders and hurtling him toward the wooded area behind the bar.
Caleb crashed into a tree, knocking his head hard on a low-lying limb. He bounced forward, landing face first in the dirt. Breathing through the shocking pain, he spit blood onto the ground. Fury sped through him, fueling him beyond the pain of injury. Baring his fangs on a throaty growl, he sprang back into action. He raced around the corner of the building to follow to find the parking
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