disbelief. “You’re saying you can fix me?” Luukas made a sound of affirmation. “Really?” Luukas nodded again. “That would be lovely…” He looked them both up and down…”but I don’t see how you’re going to go about it. Are you witches?” His gaze was drawn to the piles of bodies all around him, “Or is this some cruel illusion brought on by my impending death?” He gasped suddenly, his expression screwing up in a grimace, as another wave of excruciating pain rolled through him.
Luukas squatted down alongside Nik, catching the soldier’s gaze and holding it. “I have something even better than witchcraft, and I can save your life, but in return, I will need that eternal gratefulness you spoke of.” He paused. “What is your given name?”
“Aiden,” he whispered. Caught in the vampire’s spell, he felt himself falling into the fathomless depths of his luminescent green eyes, until the horror and everything around him faded into the background, unimportant.
Luukas lowered his hand to his brow, peeling the sticky hair off of his forehead. “I can give you eternal life, Aiden, if you so choose. A life where you will have strength and not weakness. A life where all you’ll need to survive is blood, but not in the way you think, and I will require nothing in return, other than your complete and utter loyalty. Will you be able to do that?”
Without hesitation, the dying soldier asked in all seriousness, “Will I still get to fight and fuck?”
“Yes,” Luukas answered, chuckling lightly, “yes, you can do both. At the same time if you’d like. Just ask my brother.”
Nikulas gave him a thumbs up and a lewd grin.
A delighted smile broke out across his face, and he instantly agreed to the terms, “Alright then. Do your magic.” He winced again. “Just hurry along, if you will.”
“Is that the only question you have then? Wouldn’t you like to know more?” Luukas had never come across such a willing participant.
“I fear I don’t have much time for more questions. The important one is answered. The rest I’ll figure out as we go.” As his eyes started to glaze over, his lips barely moved as he whispered, “Go on then.”
Luukas lowered himself down to his knees and sat back on his haunches on the bloody, mud-covered ground. He pulled Aiden’s body gently onto his lap, his fangs lengthening. “This will only hurt for a moment.”
At the terrifying sight of those dagger-like fangs, a last spark of life flickered in Aiden’s eyes, widening them in fear. But too late.
Luukas gripped his head, turning it to the side and exposing his throat. Striking fast as a cobra, he latched onto Aiden’s neck, sucking his old life from his body and replacing it with the new.
They never did figure out exactly which side Aiden was fighting on that day, if any at all.
***
Speaking of the devil, the bang of the bathroom door announced Aiden’s presence. “All set?”
“Yup. One sec…” Nik tossed his bag’o blood in the recycle container and picked up his cell phone. He hit speed dial for the number he’d programed in there earlier and waited…one ring…two rings…three rings…Had he missed her?
“Accounting, this is Emma, how may I help you?” Her soft-spoken voice finally came across the line.
“Meet me at The Vineyard. 9 PM sharp. Don’t be late. I have information about Keira.” Nik disconnected the call, set his phone down on the counter, and followed Aiden out into the cool night, both of them barefoot and wearing nothing but sweats and T-shirts. Silently, without a word or look between them, they split up and walked the perimeter, checking for anything threatening or unusual.
They had found a clearing in a secluded area of the woods, not far from Emma’s house, to park their mobile unit.