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Be Still My Vampire Heart

By´╝ÜKerrelyn Sparks

 Be Still My Vampire Heart - Kerrelyn Sparks
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER 1
 
 
 
 
After four hundred and ninety-three years of teleporting from one place to another, Angus MacKay still felt an urge to peek under his kilt to ensure everything had arrived in fine working condition. There were some areas where a man, vampire or not, would hate to find himself shortchanged. He resisted, though, since he wasn't alone. He'd just materialized in Roman Draganesti's office at Romatech Industries, and the former monk was sitting behind his desk, watching him calmly.
 
Angus swung his claymore off his back. "All right, old friend, who can I kill for ye tonight?"
 
Roman chuckled. "Always ready for action. Thank God you never change."
 
Angus winced inwardly. He'd only been kidding. "Ye…do want me to kill someone?"
 
"Hopefully not. I think a good scare will be enough."
 
"Ah." From the corner of his eye, Angus saw the door open. "You couldna have Connor do the scaring? He's a verra frightful-looking man."
 
"I heard that." Connor entered the room, carrying a folder.
 
Grinning, Angus took a seat and lay the sheath containing his favorite claymore across his lap. "So what's the problem?"
 
"The slayer is at it again. A vampire was murdered last night in Central Park," Roman explained. "A Russian Malcontent."
 
"Och, that's good." Angus nodded. One less Malcontent to worry about. Those bloody vampires refused to modernize and drink the synthetic blood manufactured at Romatech.
 
"No, it's bad," Roman countered. "Katya Miniskaya just called and accused us of the murder."
 
At the sound of her name, Angus's grip tightened around the leather sheath. He kept his face blank. "I'm surprised she's still coven master."
 
Connor sat in the chair next to Angus. "She's vicious enough for it. I heard some of the Russian men complained about having a female master, and they dinna live through the night."
 
"Aye, she can be verra vicious." Angus felt Roman's sympathetic gaze on him and looked away. The monk knew too much. Fortunately, any transgressions he'd confessed to his old friend were held in strictest confidence.
 
"Katya's threatening us," Connor continued. "If anyone else in her coven is slain, she'll declare war on us."
 
"Bugger," Angus muttered. "So who is the slayer? He may be causing trouble, but he deserves a medal." He looked at his employee.
 
Connor snorted. "I dinna do it, and neither did my men. Ye pay us to protect Roman, his wife, his home, and his business, and there's only three of us for the job. We doona have time to wander about Central Park."
 
Angus nodded. As owner of MacKay Security and Investigation, he provided protection for a number of important coven masters like Roman. He'd recently reassigned five of Connor's men. "I'm sorry to leave ye shorthanded, but I need every available man in the field. 'Tis imperative we locate Casimir before he… "
 
Angus didn't want to say the words. Hell, he didn't even want to think them. For three hundred years, they'd believed the world's most evil vampire was dead, only to discover he was still lurking about and still intent on murder and destruction.
 
"Any luck finding him?" Roman asked.
 
"Nay. Nothing but false leads." Angus drummed his fingers on the leather sheath in his lap. "So do ye have any idea who the slayer is? Could he be the same one who killed a few Malcontents last summer?"
 
"We believe so." Roman sat forward, leaning on his elbows. "Connor thinks he's working for the CIA."
 
Angus blinked. "A mortal killing vampires?'Tis highly unlikely."
 
"We think it's one of the Stake-Out team." Connor tapped the folder he was carrying. Written in bold letters across the front was Stake-Out Team.
 
There was an awkward pause, since they all knew the leader of the Stake-Out team was Roman's mortal father-in-law.
 
Angus cleared his throat. "Ye think Shanna's father is the slayer? No offense to yer wife, Roman, but I wouldna mind scaring the shit out of Sean Whelan."
 
Roman sighed. "He is a… nuisance."
 
Angus agreed, though he would have used more colorful language. "How many did the slayer kill last summer?"
 
"Three," Connor answered.
 
Angus narrowed his eyes. "Why did he stop for a while, then start killing again?"
 
"Since the beginning of March, two mortals have been killed in Central Park, their throats slashed," Roman explained.
 

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