Author: catstark

From Protector of the Grey House:

In minutes, his people were out the door, in the cars and headed back home. The sun had started to show itself in the east. Humans drove the limos and moved dividers up as soon as they could. Vincent and Natalia were in the back of the medium sized limo and the rest of his people had found their way into the large limo. He had not planned on this arrangement, but knew his people made it happen to give their leaders some privacy. Natalia leaned against him. She sighed as battle instinct left and his lover returned. He turned his head, kissed the top of her head, and inhaled her scent.

Natalia gave a weary sigh at his touch. She leaned a bit further onto his shoulder, to relax and sleep, but felt rest might be impossible. Orlando’s sacrifice, and her inability to stop him, filled her thoughts. Had she remembered the demons’ weakness a few seconds earlier, Orlando would be alive. His death was her fault. She wanted to talk to Rebecca about it, but the look on the wolves’ faces confused her. Charlie was the only one who hadn’t acted out of character, but that had thrown her too. Why he knelt to receive the sword, she didn’t know. She felt it was in bad taste.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“You think you’re too good to be a vampire?”

“Never said that.” Natalia circled with Lorraine, glad for the moment to assess her target and allow for tactics. She already knew of two things she could try, one if she were quick enough, which she wasn’t, and one she would do if she were desperate, which she was.

“So why not allow him to change you?” Lorraine continued to circle slowly.

“He will. When I’m ready.” She readied herself for her opportunity, which would present itself shortly.

“Has anyone informed you it isn’t your choice?”

Natalia frowned. “Everything in life is a choice.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

“Don’t encourage her.” He now talked through clenched teeth.

“Why not?” Natalia gave Vincent a steady look. “Diana’s here if she hurts me, and if she kills me, you get what you want.”

Lorraine waited for her child to realize the decision had already been made. When he shook his head and backed away, she smiled impishly. Natalia stood off center and Lorraine charged, since she had the advantage.

Natalia saw Lorraine move before Vincent was completely out of the way, but it didn’t matter. When the smaller woman hit her, Natalia simply fell back and threw the vampire off her with her feet. She was up before Lorraine was, barely. Lorraine charged again but this time, Natalia grabbed her arm and used the woman’s momentum to swing her into the crowd. Lorraine crashed into Rowland and Maxine, who stopped her fall and helped her up. She turned back to Natalia, who simply waited.

From Protector of the Grey House:

“He did. But I want to hear it in your words, with your voice.”

She shook her head and looked away as her entire body seemed to sag from exhaustion. Natalia leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. “I’ve lived through this enough. I don’t want to relive it again.”

She gasped as he was suddenly before her. His hand was on her chin, guiding her face to look into her eyes. “Tell me.”

“If you hadn’t stopped me in time…”

He inhaled sharply at the devastated look in her eyes. His eyes narrowed a touch as he caressed her cheek. He had never seen her this distraught. Vincent’s own expression grew soft as he drew her into his arms. He kissed his woman and held her tightly to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and returned the kiss. After a moment he pulled away and whispered into her ear.

“Tell me you’re still mine.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

She stole out of bed unnoticed, found her dress and slipped it on. The key for the lock was still in the door. It was an old-fashioned skeleton key, which meant she could have easily picked it if Joseph had removed it. Natalia left the room and closed the door softly behind her. Unsure of what she would find, she sighed and went to her bedroom.

The door to the sitting room was ajar, which was unusual. Natalia crinkled her nose as she pushed the door open. The door to her bedroom was open wide. She stopped halfway through the sitting room, and wondered at her plans. Vincent and Mierka were in the bedroom, probably asleep. She didn’t need to go in there. A frown creased her brow. She wanted a shower and clean clothing. There were other showers in this house she could use, but her clothes were in that room. She needed to proceed.

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From Protector of the Grey House:

Natalia swung the small extinguisher over her shoulder, and held it with her right hand while her hand left went to her side. She leaned into her left leg, her feet shoulder width apart, ten feet from Alexandra. She stared at the kneeling mass of charred vampire, a slight smirk on her face. The room was so quiet she could hear Alexandra’s skin as it crackled. She waited, and watched as more and more of the creature’s skin healed. She wondered if the woman might still be capable of hurting her. Seconds later, Alexandra moved toward her. Natalia swung the extinguisher and connected with Alexandra’s head when the woman was two feet from her reach. The solid “TANG!” of the extinguisher hitting her skull echoed in the high ceiling room and Alexandra went sprawling. The side of her head was sunken in, but she still healed herself.

Natalia stepped forward swiftly, swung her weapon around and brought the flat bottom down hard. The unyielding metal slammed into the vampire’s head to crush bone and brain. It was finally enough. Alexandra tried once more to heal the damage, failed, and turned to dust with one final wordless sound. Natalia looked up and caught Vincent’s eye, then glanced around the room. She stood tall and left the extinguisher on the ground.

“Anyone else?” Her voice was louder than it needed to be, to emphasize her agitation. Footsteps sounded as someone stepped forward from behind her. Natalia turned as Lorraine spoke.

“Me.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

Joseph and Mierka believed she had a right to fight and train as if she were her own army. She fought Slayers and had to watch her back for Edwin’s men, too. Edwin finally had his coronation, without the presence of Vincent and his men. He ignored them for the better part of a year, then had taken an interest in Vincent’s businesses again. It was all part of the plan. If Edwin was interested in the human aspect of Vincent’s world, he would not be interested in what Vincent’s vampires were doing.

“No word from your spies?” He aimed the question at Anthony’s reflection.

“No sir.” Anthony told him about having her followed when she did not return after the second day. Vincent was angry, but not surprised. He took the information in stride and asked for any information. Unfortunately, Wayne had not reported for four days.

“Still don’t understand why you had her followed.” Mierka was aggravated, which was rare for her. It showed the men in the room how angry and worried she really was about the situation.

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From Protector of the Grey House:

Natalia took the seat next to Ashley and slung the backpack onto the counter. The waitress came over immediately. Natalia took note of this, as it seemed highly irregular for this café. The older woman had never been here before at this time of day. The waitress outfit was convincing, even had a badge with her name on it. The name badge was engraved, showing permanence, not a temporary name printed out on paper. Delores could be new, but Natalia would bet on Slayer with an eye for details. Natalia also knew the look in the woman’s eye. She sighed and nodded to the waitress.

“Coffee please.”

Delores nodded and turned to the coffee maker a few steps away. As the coffee was poured, Natalia took out the photocopies of the journals from her backpack.

“I told you I wanted to speak with you alone.” Natalia spoke in a normal conversational tone.

“I am alone.”

Natalia turned her back to the counter and counted the obvious Slayers in the café. “I see ten, eleven if Delores is one of yours.”

From Protector of the Grey House:

It was three hours later, and the training session was at an end. Joseph and Mierka spent the better part of that time battling Vincent to help him work out his frustrations. He fought Mierka last, which proved to be a mistake. She had riled him up plenty. With Natalia still missing, he considered taking the lady to his bed. He had approached Mierka to ask her when the double doors of the front entrance slammed open.

Angry steps announced her approach. Vincent waited in anticipation for Natalia to walk through the doors and into his arms. She stepped through the door, gave everyone a dirty look, then stood still, as vehemence rolled off her in waves. She was dressed in hospital scrubs and wore men’s shoes on her feet. She locked eyes with someone, Vincent couldn’t tell who, and snarled. With a bellow of rage, she ran at Anthony with all her speed.

From Protector of the Grey House:

She pushed away from him, aggravated. “It’s a room. It’s the room in my dream. He knows about the dream, yet he stayed silent. It made me wonder if I was with the right man. It’s one of the reasons I’ve refused to be turned. Why didn’t he tell me?”

“No human is allowed in that room.” Joseph shook his head. “You would need to ask him for an explanation. He is the master of this house; his word is my law.” “Only when it pleases you.”