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BOOK: Broken Heart 04 Wait till Your Vampire Gets Home
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I tried not to think about Stan, but how could I not? He was dead. I was sorry, too, even though he’d been experimenting on me. And he didn’t exactly stop his new pals from treating me so poorly. I had lots of reasons to be mad at Stan, but I didn’t want him dead.

 

And what about Patrick? Surely they’d figured out I wasn’t responsible for his sickness. Without Stan to do the testing, how would I be proven innocent? I could only hope Patrick was already recovering.

 

“Lights on, fifty percent,” I muttered to Mr. Roboto.

 

Nothing happened.

 

“Lights on, fifty percent,” I said louder.

 

“You have to flip the switch,” said Ralph’s amused voice.

 

“Aaaaahhh!” I sat up and pulled the covers over my head, which was stupid. How was a comforter going to shield me from anything?

 

A light snapped on as I cautiously lowered the bedspread. Ralph stood in the doorway looking at me, his blue eyes filled with apprehension.

 

“And I thought I slept like the dead,” he said.

 

“Oh, hah.” I was nervous. This was not a prison; this was someone’s bedroom.

 

“Mine,” he said, answering the question before I could ask it. “I took responsibility for you.”

 

“They wanted to throw me back in the clink, didn’t they?”

 

“We have to protect ourselves,” he defended.

 

Then he sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. “Stan shouldn’t have—”

 

“Experimented on me?”

 

He nodded. “And even after he did, you saved him.”

 

And it looked like Ralph had saved me. Again. But why? He’d made it clear he didn’t like what was happening to me. To him. To us.

 

“Thanks.” I didn’t want to look at him anymore, not when I couldn’t hide how I felt. I didn’t care if it was the dragon fire, the magic that bound us. I liked him. I wanted him.

 

I studied the room. The sleigh bed was dark cherry wood. The sheets were gold lined with red, which the comforter’s swirling pattern matched perfectly. The nightstands matched the rich wood of the bed, as did the dresser and armoire. There were no windows; the walls had an odd silver sheen.

 

Yep. I was in the vampire’s lair.

 

Still, it was filled with a married couple’s furniture. Oy. I couldn’t help but think about Ralph and his wife going to the furniture store and picking it all out. They’d probably made love in this bed, and he’d slept next to her every night while their twins grew in her womb.

 

I felt self-conscious sleeping in her bed. Like I was the Other Woman.

 

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you okay?”

 

“What do you think?” My harsh tone made him flinch. Crap. How could I explain what I was feeling without sounding like an idiot? I smiled weakly. “Your wife had good taste in bedroom suites.”

 

“Therese didn’t . . . that is, this set belonged to my parents. After she passed away, I sold our old suite and took all this out of storage.” He examined me, as if trying to figure out what else I might want to know. “The bedding was a gift from my sister. And the pajamas you’re wearing are new. I guessed your size.”

 

I hadn’t even thought about where the pajamas had come from. “I didn’t mean to freak. It’s just weird. You being a widower. I feel like I’m intruding.” I paused. “You bought me new pajamas?”

 

“Sorry. They were a gift from Patsy.”

 

I was a little disappointed Ralph hadn’t picked them out for me. Gah. I was so pathetic.

 

“I’ll make you breakfast,” he said.

 

I glanced at him and noticed his fangs were extended. I put a hand to my throat and gulped.

 

“What?”
I squeaked.

 

“Not like that,” he said impatiently. “I meant I’ll cook for you, and then we can go.”

 

“Go where?”

 

“The queen has called a council meeting.” His gaze bounced away guiltily. “I’m supposed to take you there.”

 

“Wait a minute.” I glared at him. “You’re my jailer now?”

 

“I told you. The only way to keep you out of that place was to agree to be your . . . escort.” He looked at me, stone-faced. “Do you know what that means?”

 

My heart stuttered. “If I escape . . . you mean they’d kill you?”

 

“Worse.” He stared at me, and his lips thinned. “They’d taunt me. I’d never live down letting a human escape my evil vampire clutches.”

 

I didn’t know if I should laugh or throw a pillow at him. I settled for a smile.

 

I could always smack him later.

 

 
Lucky for me, the vampires laundered my clothes and gave them to Ralph. After a quick shower, I got dressed and brushed out my hair, then I French-braided it.

 

I went to the kitchen, feeling once again out of place. This was the home he’d made with Therese and their sons. I didn’t feel like I belonged.

 

“Where are your boys?”

 

“They’re staying with my in-laws in
California
. It’s safer for them there. And no, they don’t know about my condition.”

 

“Are things really that dangerous here?”

 

“You were here for five minutes and got attacked by two wolves, a Tainted vampire, and a zombie. Then two dragons fell out of the sky.”

 

“Ah. Good point.”

 

After that, Ralph and I didn’t have much to say to each other. While he made pancakes, I wandered his house. It was a small two-bedroom bungalow that Ralph kept tidy. With his sons here, I bet it wasn’t nearly as easy to keep clean. I imagined clothing and toys and books strewn from the front yard to their bedroom. I found the idea enchanting, and for a strange moment I yearned to know what it was like, chasing after two giggling three-year-olds.

 

I stood in the doorway of the twins’ room, and marveled. The walls were sky blue, and the border around the top featured brightly colored trains. Two toddler-sized beds in the shape of cabooses were neatly made up; each small pillow had a brown teddy bear. Those fuzzy fellows waited for the return of their tiny playmates. I wondered how long it would be before they came back, and how long it would be before they could live here safely with their father. Maybe never. Even though I was upset with Ralph, I couldn’t help but feel sad for him.

 

I flicked off the light and returned to the kitchen, where Ralph was putting the finishing touches on breakfast.

 

I was so nervous about the meeting that I didn’t really have an appetite. I ate the pancakes because Ralph had gone to the trouble of making them. It seemed a thousand years ago that I was sneaking into Broken Heart to find proof of the paranormal.

 

“Do you know what happened to my cell phone?” I asked.

 

“Confiscated,” he said.

 

“Do you have one?”

 

“You can’t call anyone. Not yet.”

 

I really wanted to call my parents. I wanted to hear Mom’s voice. It might’ve been childish to want my mommy, but I wasn’t going to deny I’d be relieved to see her and Dad again. I wanted to protect them, especially if they’d gotten clear of the town. I was worried. If they’d given up trying to find me, then PRIS would descend on Broken Heart.

 

I had so many questions about what was going on, what had happened to me. But all I could think about were those two empty beds and those two lonely teddy bears.

 

“When will you see your boys again?” I asked as we cleaned up the breakfast dishes. The window above the kitchen sink showed that it was pitch-black outside. I must’ve slept all day. Keeping a vampire’s hours already; I might as well get used to it.

 

“Visits are difficult to manage,” he said. “I told you my in-laws don’t know I’m a vampire. They think I work for the Consortium as a project manager, and that I’ve been sent out of the country on a special assignment.”

 

My heart broke for him. “So, you don’t get to see them at all?”

 

“Every Sunday,” he said. “My computer has a webcam, and my in-laws have the same setup. We do see each other. It’s not the same as having them within arm’s reach, but it’ll have to do.”

 

“Why stay here?” I asked. “You could take the boys and start over somewhere else. Get out of this place. I mean, it’s crazy here. Look at what happened last night.” I blinked at my own statement. “What did happen last night?”

 

“Broken Heart has had some problems,” said Ralph. “One of them is named Lia, and she showed up last night on her dragon. That thing blew the hell out of the mansion and destroyed Stan’s lab.”

 

“You mean the blue dragon? The one that killed his sister?”

 

“Unfortunately, no. We don’t know who he is.”

 

“And this Lia person?”

 

“She’s an Ancient.”

 

I stared at him blankly. He nodded. “Right. The short version is that there are seven Ancient vampires, the original ones who created all the vampires we have now. Every Family has a different power.”

 

“Like you with the fire thing.”

 

He nodded. “Anyway, Lia’s an Ancient. And she’s not happy about Patsy’s leadership.”

 

“Patsy led a coup?”

 

Ralph laughed. “Hell, no. She got sucked in because of a prophecy. Basically, it said the Ancients’ way of doing things would end, and Patsy would be the new vampire queen, and oh yeah, lead the lycanthropes, too. Not that the werewolves are exactly paying her tribute.”

 

“She said something about that before,” I said, trying to figure out where to put all the pieces of the Broken Heart puzzle. Damn. I was never very good at putting together puzzles.

 

“So, anyway, a few months ago, Lia conspired with two other Ancients. She was the one staging a coup. It failed.”

 

I was beginning to see why Ralph had sent his sons out of the state. How the hell could all this paranormal drama unfold without anyone in the real world noticing? Broken Heart was a small town, and it was plunked in the middle of nowhere. No one would come here on purpose. Lots of paranormal rumors were flying around, which is why my parents and I had decided to check it out. I wondered what Broken Heart’s citizens had done—and were still willing to do—to protect their secrets.

 

“I’m sorry about Stan,” said Ralph, mistaking the reason for my silence. I probably should’ve been more worried about Stan’s actions. I suppose it didn’t matter all that much since he was . . . dead. I wasn’t sure how to feel about it. I really didn’t want to think about him or what happened.

 

But apparently Ralph did.

 

“We didn’t know he’d taken you to do other tests. That’s why we couldn’t find you at first.”

 

“How did you find me?”

 

“Melvin. He found Patsy and gave the search party directions.”

 

“I guess I owe him one.” I felt strange about that. I wondered if the ghost was here now. Feeling foolish, I said, “Uh . . . thanks, Melvin.”

 

Ralph chuckled. “I don’t think the spirits are with us.”

 

“Shut up. I’ll have you know he likes me.”

 

“He’s not the only one,” he said softly.

 

“What was that?”

 

“Nothing.” He looked down at the sink and an awkward silence fell between us.

 

“What about Patrick?” I asked. “Is he okay?”

 

“I don’t know,” said Ralph. “But I don’t believe his illness has anything to do with you.”

 

I appreciated his confidence, but as it turned out, he was wrong.

 

 
Apparently the meeting would convene at the queen’s mansion, which looked beat up, but by no means in danger of falling apart. The attack had obviously been directed at the middle of the large house. The brick walls were blackened, but solid. The roof had been tarped and broken windows had been covered with plywood.

 

The front door no longer existed, but the two big wolves, both outlined in red, standing guard at the entrance were better security anyway. They both growled at me as we passed. I resisted the urge to stick out my tongue. Ralph kept a firm grip on my hand. I pretended he wanted the romantic connection even though he probably just wanted to keep me from running away. What he didn’t know is that I’d already figured out running away was a bad idea. Not just because I would be hunted by scary paranormal creatures, but because, so far, running away from my problems had only made ’em worse.

 

After getting a “sniff and nod” from the guards, we entered the house. The smell of burned wood and melted plastic assailed me. I saw Ralph’s nose twitch and realized the scent was probably a hundred times worse for him.

 

The large staircase was broken and burned. The lower part was completely gone. A hole at least twenty feet across had been blown out, and far below was Stanley’s destroyed lab. I didn’t get a chance to really look because Ralph hustled me down a wide hallway and into a formal dining room. The long table could easily seat forty people, and almost half the chairs were full. Patsy was seated at the head and Gabriel to her right. And to her left . . .

 

“Stan!” I stared at him, unable to believe my own eyes. He didn’t look like he’d been crushed by a fallen ceiling. He didn’t have a cut on him, and he wasn’t wearing his glasses, either. I hurried forward, ignoring all the people at the table. I didn’t know them, and probably wouldn’t like them anyway.

 

“It is you!” I hugged him. “You’re alive!”

 

“Well, not quite,” he said. “I’m a vampire.”

 

“And he’s married,” said the redheaded woman, who stood up next to him and wrapped her possessive arm around his. Stan looked so happy he was about to burst.

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