Not your average recreational vehicle, this one was specially made. It had started out as a Fleetwood Pace Arrow, which was then worked over to include things like steel shutters over the windows, technology out the ass, weapon caches, and a souped up engine (think Meet The Fockers ).
Though the vampire Council for North America was based in the state of Washington, they had numerous modes of transportation such as this throughout the United States and Canada. They also had some pretty jazzy jets, hideaways, etc.
Needless to say, they did not have money issues. After living so many lifetimes, you quickly learned which investments were good ones. Making money was a bothersome, though necessary, evil. However, in this modern day and age, it was needed more for their protection than for materialistic reasons.
Luukas had been Master over the North American territory since arriving with his acquired colony of vampires shortly after finding Aiden. The colony was ruled by the Council, whom he’d hand picked his from his strongest, most useful and most loyal Vampires.
Nikulas, as his brother, was his second in command. The two brothers, as the most important members of the Council, each had a Guardian, who was never to be far from their side. The rest of the group consisted of the Hunters. Although they hadn’t been used much in recent years, their job was to foresee any and all threats to the council, and to annihilate that threat as quickly as possible.
Together they made the laws and enforced the rules for the smaller colonies that now were spread throughout the country, by force if necessary.
Luukas was a hard, but fair, Master. Very few have challenged him for that position over the years, and the few that had dared didn’t survive the Hunters to challenge him again. With the exception of Leeha.
When they had spared her life after burning her father (and maker), who knew what a pain in the ass she would become?
Nik walked to the center of the clearing and waited calmly for Aiden, who was now busy doing his Muhammad Ali dance. Such a showboat, that guy. But Nik wouldn’t want anyone else with him when it came to a real fight. Aiden was a powerhouse. The fact that he was a complete lunatic only brought an extra element of surprise with them.
“All right princess, let’s go. Time’s a wastin’.” Nik raised his fists in front of his face, sinking down into a solid fighting stance.
“Princess? Princess?? That would be Queen to you, you Estonian bastard!” Aiden charged across the clearing, arms and legs pumping like pistons. Jumping high into the air at the last minute, he caught Nik in the head with a hook kick. With barely a stagger, Nik went with it and then ducked low and caught Aiden around the waist, tackling him to the ground with a whoop!
In less than a second, they were both on their feet again, circling each other. And then, it was Game. On. Taunts and fists flying, they eagerly went after each other, only avoiding face shots. They saved those for their enemies. After all, why mess up their pretty mugs if it wasn’t necessary?
Thirty minutes later, Nik called a halt to the fun. “Much as I enjoy kicking your ass,“ he grunted, “I need to shower and get ready to go see Emma.” Holding Aiden’s head between his legs in a scissor hold, Nik gave him a noogie, burning his knuckles across Aiden’s head and eliciting a string of curses from said head. Releasing him, Nik jumped to his feet and ran into the RV, laughing aloud as Aiden rolled onto his stomach in the damp grass, yelling after him, “You’ll not be getting away with that, Nikulas!”
Chapter Six
Seattle, Washington
“Is Dante coming, or what? I’m really getting tired of constantly waiting on his ass. I have things to do.” Christian threw himself onto the oversized leather couch by the window
Marina Dyachenko, Sergey Dyachenko