The Making of Moly Barons ~Darkness Becomes Her

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Chapter 11

I was making my way across the room, when I saw the man lean in close to Georgie. She looked at me and said something back to him. My eyes narrowed, trying to read her lips but I saw him shake his head, leaning in again. She looked absolutely furious about something, then suddenly resigned.

The man turned around when I reached them. His dark brown hair was combed back in messy waves. His skin was tanned, his eyes the darkest of brown, with thick black lashes surrounding them. His goatee had some gray at the chin and when I looked back up at him, his temples did as well. He was tall, lean and well built, making his very expensive tux look stunning on him. It was the mysterious vampire.

A feeling of unease came over me, but I forced my smile. “Hello, George, I thought I’d to see what was going on.” I glanced over at Mr. Mysterious. “Are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

She started to speak but the man interrupted her. “Oh, I think you know who I am, bird.” He grinned in a rich English accent that was sexy as hell.

He was taller than me even though I was in heels. I looked up at him to get a really good look at his face, and as gorgeous as he might be I didn’t remember him. I looked over at Georgie for some kind of clue. But she just stood there, worried and upset, I could see that much.

When I turned back to him he was staring down at me with such force that I wanted to take a step back. “No, I don’t think we’ve ever met before,”

He looked at me, then back to George. “What are you two playing at?” He growled.

“Marcus, I told you she wouldn’t remember you. You let that ass do this to her! I should just rip you to shreds right here, but you’re right, she has the right to choose.” She hissed, then took a breath. “Molly, this is Marcus.”

“Okay, hello, Marcus.” I shrugged.

“No, no, no I mean this is Marcus…the one who made us.” She hinted.

What?

“I need a drink,” she mumbled, walking off towards the bar.

Marcus stepped closer, invading my personal space. “Molly, You are more beautiful than I even remembered. And as always you smell divine,” he growled, taking a deep breath.

“Thank you.” I eyed him suspiciously, taking a small step back.

“You really don’t remember me, do you?” he mused.

“No, I don’t know you.” I admitted.

“Well, shall I reintroduce myself to you?” He asked his voice deep and provocative. All I could manage was to stand there tongue-tied as he took my hand, brought it to his lovely mouth, and kissed it.

I blinked a couple of times, trying to shake myself out of this trance. Finally pulling my hand away and started looking for George...who was at the bar, drinking! Note to self: ask her what the hell Marcus was talking about before she passes out tonight!

Taking a deep breath, I gathered my wits, maybe get a couple of answers to some of my questions, when his scent hit me. Oh lord, could a man smell anymore delicious? “You are very good-looking man. But who was the other man that you were with tonight? Is he Georgie’s, too?” I asked.

His eyes roamed over my body in a very possessive way. I cleared my throat and his eyes slowly traveled back to my face. “No, Georgie has nothing to do with him,” he said with a chuckle.

“So, Marcus, why are you here? You seem more like a man who would have his own interests at heart, not those of others.” I chuckled, taking another step so I could gather my thoughts.

“Are you sure you don’t remember me? Or maybe you’re just that intuitive? But It doesn’t matter now, does it? I have found you.” He chuckled with his deep, rich baritone voice.

“But yes, you’re right, I’m here mostly for my own purpose. You see, I’ve been looking for you for a very long time. When these girls were being taken I feared that you might be among them, so I wanted to help in the hopes that I might be able to find you again.”

“And what about Georgie? Have you been searching for her too?” I asked.

A frown deepened on his beautiful face and he didn’t answer me. Then out the side of my eye I noticed a small group had gathered: George, Nixx, Shelly, Drew and Jamie, with Jamison, the leader of the Vampire Committee. Something must be happening for them to all gather together.

“If you’ll excuse me.” I smiled and started walking away, but he reached to stop me.

“We have much more to discuss, Molly,” he insisted.

“I have other priorities at the moment. What you have to say can wait.” I warned, pulling my arm free.

Making my way through the crowd I found a place next to Shelly. “We need to keep everything calm, Nixx, it’s better for you not to go,” Jamie was saying, then glanced at me. “I’m glad you’re here. I need you and Shelly to get over to the A102, right next to the Blackwall Tunnel; they just found another body.”

“When?” I asked.

Jamison the leader of the Vampire council answered, “We just got the report twenty minutes ago, but was told the victim was drained about an hour ago.”

“Where’s the body now?” I asked.

“On rout to the morgue.” Jamie said.

“Then I’ll go check it out and see if I can pick up any hints of who the perpetrator was, or better yet what it was.” I offered.

Georgie nodded. “I’ll head out and go dig up the information that the cops have, then that might give a lead too.”

“Alright ladies, we’ll divvy up the clues and leads and head out to see which one leads us down the road were looking for” Jamie advised.

And many of the creatures murmured unhappy that we were taking over. Then Marcus stepped out, and the murmurs died down. “This is grave news that we’ve had this eve. Another innocent murdered without anything to bring us closer to the killer. But I think Jamison will concur with me that you will need the help of the Committee. We can get into places that your race isn’t allowed,” he commented. Sounds of agreement echoed throughout the conference room.

“And since we don’t know if the culprit is just one or many, I’m thinking it’s best if we break up into small groups. This would allow us to cover more ground and protect ourselves if attacked. I propose every group should contain a mixer within it.”

“I understand what you’re saying and your reasoning behind it. But I think it should be our decision, whether we want to work with you or not.” Jamie offered.

What Marcus said was true. Mixers might have gained acceptance with some creatures, but to most we were still outcasts. We were a necessity for keeping them alive, no better than cattle…but with benefits.

One of the most pressing problems was, we couldn’t afford to show our true colors just yet. Anonymity was our best defense against predators. If they saw who we truly are, their lives would be forfeit.

Weighting my doubts against the benefits of working with them, I spoke up. “I’d have no problems working with the vampires as long as they follow our lead,” I informed my fellow Council members.

“I can agree with that. The sooner this is under control, the sooner all mixers are out from under every creature’s microscope.” Georgie agreed.

Jamie decided that she and Jamison would make up one group since they were both the leaders. A couple of men approached Georgie. They started talking, and she nodded her head in acceptance, extending her arm to shake their hands.

The vampires were easily finding mixers to work with. Robert Hamby was making his way towards me with a couple of other vampires following close behind him, when Marcus stepped in front of him.

“Sorry, chaps, but she’s with us,” he told them. Another vampire stood next to him, his face menacing and unmoving. Without batting an eye, the others turned away without another word.

“My darling Molly, would you mind if Philip and I joined you?” Marcus asked smoothly.

I looked over at Philip, whose gorgeous face with its hazel green eyes was smiling back at me. “Um, sure.” (Was that what I sputtered out at them? Oh lord, when did I become such an idiot around men? I was losing my touch. And their scent…oh my!)

Philip took my hand, placed it to his mouth and kissed it. “Merci, Molly.” Philip said, taking my hand in his and kissed it.

“Yeah, no problem.”

My stomach was churning. It had been happening off and on for the last month or so. I didn’t think that mixers could get sick, but a couple of months ago Georgie didn’t feel well either. It seemed to be passing among all of us, and unfortunately I guessed I was next in line.

The thirst kicked in hard after the churning passed. I hunched over a bit, grabbing my stomach and breathing through the pain when Philip came next to me, placing his hand on my back. “Are you all right? You look very pale, chérie,” he asked.

“You need to step back,” I warned, trying not to have their scent infiltrating my senses.

George was suddenly standing in front of me, holding a bottle of Wild Turkey and a pack of cigarettes. “Here, take a drink,” she whispered, looking around the room to make sure I wasn’t drawing attention. “You’re going to be drinking quite a bit if you’re with them; do you think you can handle it?” she questioned.

“What the bloody hell is going on here?” Marcus growled.I didn’t answer drinking a couple good gulps of whiskey.

“If she needs to drink or smoke I suggest you let her do it. Or things might get messy for you.” She scowled at Marcus.

Taking the pack of Camels from Georgie, I pulled out a smoke and lit it. The first deep inhalation dimmed my sense of smell a bit. “I’m fine now. It just came on stronger this time,” I sighed.

She stood in front of me, crossing her arms over her chest, tapping her foot. “Really, George, I’m fine. We have work to do. I’ve got everything under control, and if I don’t you’ll be the first one to know,” I winked.

“I don’t even know why I care, the world would be better off with two jackasses gone. Good luck tonight. You might need it!” she giggled walking away.

Philip looked over at me “Am I missing something here?” he asked. But Marcus was watching Georgie’s receding back. When he turned back to me, his hand went over his mouth like he had just realized something.

I took another deep drag; the smoke permeated my lungs, blocking their smell. It was going to be a long night with these two around me. At this point I wasn’t sure what I wanted most…to either fuck them or bite them. It felt as though biting them was winning out. Shit!

We left the building and stood outside to wait for my car. The cigarette hung from my mouth as I spoke. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’m used to driving.”

“No, we don’t mind bird. ” Marcus chuckled.

“Good, because if you said... I was still driving.” I smiled.

The valet came to take my ticket. His head shot up when he looked at it. “Blimey, that’s your car?”

“It’s just a rental,” I shrugged.

“What’s so fascinating about your vehicle?” Marcus asked.

“You’ll see.”

Two minutes later my McLaren F1 came into view. The valet opened the door and stepped out of the car with a grin plastered on his face…it was priceless.

“Like the ride?” I chuckled. All he could do was nod. I laughed as he held the door open for me. “Philip, you’re going to have to get in on my side, the seating is a little different in this car.”

They were both in the car, and I was just about to get in when I heard Georgie calling my name. Looking up I saw her jogging to me with my bag. “Oh man, I can’t believe I forgot that!”

“I can’t either! Are you sure about this? I mean, your forgot your weapons.” she questioned.

Placing the bag on the hood, I grabbed my shoulder holster and put it on. I reached back into the bag for my sidekick, my Sig , slammed the mag into place, and pulled back on the slide to make sure she was locked and loaded.

“I guess I’m not going to get an answer to my question?” Georgie sighed.

I smiled as I put on my leather wristbands with my throwing spikes. Throwing my smoke to the ground, I pulled out another and lit it, and zipping up my gas. “So this Marcus? Are you into him or is it a hate, hate thing going on here?” I asked crossing my arms.

“I guess you could call it a hate, hate thing. Let’s just say if you broke your rule of not drinking blood, and drained both of those bastards tonight… I couldn’t care less.”

“Really? It’s that good, is it?” I chuckled with a raised brow.

“Look, all I know is that I know Marcus would never let anything happen to you again. But watch yourself, okay?” Georgie sighed.

I shrugged, giving her a smile. “Sure, you know me, I’m a cautious type,” I winked.

“So where are you off to first?” she asked.

Picking the bag up, I handed it in to Philip. “We’re heading to the morgue first. I need to get a good whiff of whoever did this. My hope is that their scent will still be on her. What about you?”

“I’m taking the vampires to Wales. Heard there was a seedy bar selling innocents’ blood. But I’m thinking there’s more to it than that…there’s always more to it. I’m hoping to get some information there. You got your phone?” she asked

“Yes, it’s in my back pocket, ‘mom’.”

“Okay then, keep in touch and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” She waved walking away.

“But that leaves a lot open for me to do...and who to do it with!” I laughed, then she gave me the finger.

“Sorry guys, I’m ready to go now,” I smiled getting into the car.

“And where precisely is our destination this evening?” Marcus asked.

I turned the ignition and revved up the car. “Well, boys, we’re heading for the morgue. Now, please buckle your seatbelts and make sure your seat is in the upright position, because I’m going to show you how to fly,” I chuckled, and the back wheels squealed before I threw the car in first and took off like a rocket out of the parking lot.

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