Author: catstark

The Grey House:

Keith was staring at him. “What are you going to do to me, sire?”

Vincent sighed. “I was impressed with you the first time I saw you. It was your first day at The Red Thread, remember? You handled the situation so well. While most of your co-workers ran, you remembered your training and used it. I saw so much potential.” Vincent was now holding Keith’s head in his hands, gently, like a father with his son. “I really believed you were stronger than this. You have been tested time and time again, and with each test you proved your loyalty. Do you know how many vampires I’ve created in my three hundred years on this earth? Eight.”

From The Grey House:

He laughed. “Because yeah, the bastard has a dungeon.” He paused, took her shake from her and took a large sip. “Hey that’s pretty good.” He handed the cup back, ignoring the annoyed look on her face. “So, I woke up in a cage, in a dungeon. There were other cages. Most held wolves. Two others held humans. About two minutes after I woke up, a short woman walked in carrying robes. She handed me one without saying anything, then placed the two others on the cages of the two other guys. They were still asleep.”

From The Grey House:

Joseph caught Vincent’s look before it was tucked away and hidden. No one else saw the look, but Mierka did sense a change. She caught Rebecca’s eye and saw the woman signal Charlie. Richard was handled while money was left on the table for the meals. The werewolves left, heading for the car. Their instructions were to be at the limo first. Charlie was at the car first and held the door open for Vincent and Joseph. Mierka went to the driver seat, Rebecca went to the front passenger and Charlie got in back. He sat by the door and tried to ignore the conversation.

From The Grey House:

Rebecca gave the signal and the three werewolves advanced. With them were three vampires: Vincent, Joseph, who was standing by his master, and Mierka, who was somewhere in the woods, finding an alternate way into the house. As the werewolves advanced up the long driveway, they changed into wolf form and merged with the woods. They were quieter as wolves, and less conspicuous. Vincent and Joseph, after checking to make sure that the wolves were doing well, ran up the drive. The werewolves were there for stealth; the vampires were for speed and strength.

From The Grey House:

“There was some trouble when we were together. Some people seemed to be hunting werewolves where he ran. The Marine Headlands. After we broke up, I still kept an eye on the news for that area. I know there were wolves dying in that area every so often. I never say Charlie’s name, but I always worried he was dead.”

From The Grey House:

He arrived back at the house close to sunrise. Rebecca was waiting for him in their room.

“What happened?” She sounded like his alpha.

“She’s been kidnapped. He thinks a Slayer has her.”

“Is he going to look for her?”

“Justin is, yes.”

“Good. I’m glad you’re home.” She sounded relieved.

“Vincent knew everything before I told him. Knows more than I do. Made me tell him anyway.” He sounded defeated. She watched him undress, admiring his sleek toned form from the bed.

“I told him I gave you permission.” No hint of regret.

He sagged. “Are you in trouble?”

“I spoke to him as soon as you left, so no.”

He slipped into bed with her, spooning with her. “If I got you in trouble, I’ll never forgive myself.”

She giggled. “I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

From The Grey House:

Natalia pushed herself away from the wall, took two steps toward Vincent and laid a hand upon Anthony’s shoulder. He did not stir. “They told me the Captain was an uncaring fool named Christopher Tyler, but the most powerful vampire in San Francisco was an older one named Vincent Grey, and that one day, he would rule the city.”

From The Grey House:

The front door was in direct line with the dining room, which, as far as Natalia knew, had never held any furniture. It was a large open space, good for weapons practice. Now it made a great space for actual fighting. Natalia’s position lined her up perfectly with the door, and therefore Vincent. He was dressed in hiking boots, faded jeans that hugged his lower body well, a tight black cotton t-shirt and a dark green button up shirt. He locked eyes with her, as if holding her up. A small shudder ran through her as she saw her feelings mirrored in his eyes. She would be in his bed by morning.

 

From The Grey House:

He nodded then looked to Natalia. She was still out cold and there was blood seeping from the bandages. He looked up to Sandra. “Do you know if she’ll be all right?”

“I’m no more than a field medic. I can dress wounds, and that type of thing, but I don’t have training. We’re taking the two of you to Vincent’s estates.”

“Natalia’s place is closer. Or even that doctor we saw in Oakland.”

“Though Vincent’s Estates are further, Ben is there. It being daylight…” Her pleasant voice turned a bit sarcastic at the end.

Charlie blushed. “Right. I…” He looked to Natalia. “I forgot. I’m worried about her. What about Oakland?”

“Don’t have that doctor’s information and even if we did, it would take too much to have him take care of this. We’ll have our people take care of her. What about you? Any damage?”

He shook his head.

“Let’s just keep you calm then and get back to the estates. I’ve gone 34 years without a mishap with a werewolf and I would like to keep it that way.”

The Grey House:

Vincent narrowed his eyes and stared Charlie down. “The more questions I have to ask, the angrier I get. The angrier I get, the more likely I am to kill you before hearing the whole story, despite what your wife made me promise.”