Five Night Stand (Fox Brothers Book 2) (2 page)

“Yeah I know bro but we had a plan.”

“You still have the same plan.” Uncle Donny added. “These vamp assholes are connected.”

“Do you think Drack will be on his trail?” Max asked.

“Is hard to say, now that he has moved on. He picked up and left. No one has seen him. Our best bet is to go after Vampir and hope that Drack joins the party.

“Drack will show up. He has a hard-on for Vampir. All of this in fighting amongst the vamps maybe our ticket to wiping the top of their food chain out.”

“Right, Drack can’t stay hidden forever.” Ryan said.

“We can’t stay hidden forever.” Max mused.

“I’m sure he knows exactly where we are.”

“We’re at the bottom of his list of frienemies. He had you and he even possessed your body with his half demon parts. He didn’t kill you when he had the chance and I’m still not sure why. Do you know why?”

“You have asked me that many times and I have the same answer. I don’t know.”

Max didn’t believe him. He wondered if his brother struck some kind of deal with Drack. Uncle Donny wasn’t so convinced either. Ryan was different since he’d been back. It had been awhile but still it seemed he wasn’t his old self.

“Guys, are we really talking about killing Drack?”

“We’ve been talking about it like forever?” Max shrugged. “Do you have a problem with that?”

“No of course not.” Ryan curiously added. He had more than a few reasons to want Drack dead. Drack had kidnapped him. He imprisoned him in his dungeon full of monsters where Ryan was mentally and physically tortured. Worst of all Drack possessed his body with his demon half. That was the worse violation of them all. Ryan always backed up Max’s plans. So he was going to keep with that way of life.

“Not that I can think of.” Max replied.

“Boys, all that power has just gone to Drack’s head. He has to be eliminated. Let’s get rid of this hybrid vamp asshole.”

“He’s got power and I can’t wait to pull the fucking power cord. I refuse to bow down to this self-righteous son of a bitch. I refuse to let him get away with what he did to you Ryan.”

“As long as you boys don’t drink the red Kool-Aid, hashtag vampire blood, you should be okay. I know you boys can take Drack out.”

“So we use Vampir as bait. That’s our brilliant plan?” Ryan scowled.

“Yes, word is Vampir has been sending his vampire brethren scouting for some special demon kid that he thinks Drack is interested in.”

“A demon kid?”

“Yes I don’t have many details but there is a demon kid somewhere over the rainbow. You two beat Vampir and Drack to the kid and set operation Jonestown in motion.”

“Even if we lure Drack to Vampir, we’re still not sure if we can take him out. The machete doesn’t work on Drack. He’s not a regular vampire he’s a hybrid. I honestly don’t know what he is. His power is unique.”

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Max gave positivity a chance. As far as he was concerned anything could be killed.

“Who said there was a will?” Ryan sluggishly asked.

Ryan’s lack of confidence irritated Max. “There’s got to be a way to rip his vampire or his demon right out of that host body they’re in.”

“Look boys, first things first. You need to capture Vampir. He is looking for this special kid. I hear the demon kid is held up somewhere in Plano.”

“Texas?” Ryan asked.

“Illinois.”

“Where the hell is Plano, Illinois?”

CHAPTER 2

The Fox brothers finally made it to the rural town of Plano, Illinois. There wasn’t much to see on their journey. The long drive made them both hungry for real food. Real food for them was always something from some diner, fast food restaurant or bar. Max stopped off at Dan’s Roadhouse after Ryan saw a sign on the side of the road.

They parked in the gravel lot and sauntered into the bar. Dan’s Roadhouse wasn’t anything fancy. The decor was minimal. There were old wood panels, scratched up wood tables and wood chairs. The roadhouse was a world of wood if ever a world existed. Ryan and Max sat in a booth facing each other.

Max was starving as always. Every since he lost Scar he was completely immersed in his work. He hated having any alone time. When he was alone she would creep into his thoughts and haunt him. He knew he would never ever find another woman like her. He knew he would probably never see her again. If by chance he ran into her he knew with out a doubt he would have to kill her. That notion pierced his soul. That realization caused him plenty of sleepless nights.

There was something about Dan’s Roadhouse that gave Ryan a sense of deja vu. He squinted as he tried to recall just why the dive bar had a familiar ambiance. He looked around and tried to piece it together.

“Stop daydreaming. In the morning we head out to the local high school and look for Rosemary’s baby all grown up.”

“How do we even know it’s a teenager?”

“We don’t but what demon jumps into a third graders body?”

“Good point.”

“We go in and check to see what kids have skipped school and try to track them down.”

Ryan shook his head yes. That sounded like a good enough plan. He looked around the bar. He was putting a few things together in his mind. “Max, I remember this place. I hunted here over two years ago when I was not my self.”

Max raised one eyebrow. He knew Ryan meant when he was possessed by a demon. Not any demon, Drack’s demon. Max looked around the room at the scattered bar patrons. He needed to make sure their conversation was private.

What exactly was Max going to say to Ryan? His brother was possessed by Drack’s demon. He knew that much and not much more. Ryan had always claimed he didn’t remember anything from that time and now he admitted to being at this lowly bar.

“What do you mean you hunted?” Max asked and waited for Ryan to respond.

“I mean I still hunted vamps and wolves. I just did it on my own.”

“On your own without me.” Max smirked. This was the first time he was hearing about this.

“Well yeah. I remember that now and a few other things.”

“Like what?”

“I was still inside my body. It was like Drack was in there, but I was too. It was like two people were occupying my body.”

“A demon-vamp hybrid is not people.”

“Max dude, you know what I mean?”

“No not really.”

“Seriously are you going to give me grief about being possessed?”

“No, I just want to make sure you understand the difference between a demon monster and a human being. We, my brother, are human? Drack is a goddamn half demon half vampire.”

“I know that.”

“Act like it.” Max barked.

“All I was saying is that I’ve been here at Dan’s Roadhouse before.”

Max shot Ryan an evil glare. “The food better be good, the service sucks.”

“We’ve been here for like two seconds.”

Max scanned the room. “Is this Hooters? All the waitresses have their boobs out.”

“The sign said Dan’s Roadhouse.”

“I can read dumbass.” Max frowned. “Can we get a waitress? I’m starving!” Max grumbled loudly hoping to attract someone. A few customers turned to gawk at the brothers.

Ryan was in deep thought. “I remember now I slept with a waitress that worked here.” Ryan blurted as soon as the thought came to him.

“Slept meaning what?” Max raised a curious brow.

“Give me a break you know what?”

“You sure got around when you were P.M.S-ing.” Ryan ignored Max’s wisecrack. “So you had sex while you were possessed by a demon?”

“Well yeah.”

“How’d that go?” Maxed asked.

“What, you want a play-by-play?”

“I’m curious.”

“Seriously?”

“Well did your junk work?”

“Yes Max, everything worked just like it normally does.”

“Okay weird.” Max accepted Ryan’s vague explanation.

Ryan spaced out a moment, thinking back to the time he was in the motel with Roy Raymond and he was holding a conversation with Drack. Ever since he left the dungeon he had never been the same. He tried to act like he was fully intact but he wasn’t. Something was missing. Something had changed inside him. He sometimes felt like an imposter.

“This town is a bore.” Ryan said when he saw Max studying him. “Let’s find this teen demon and get out of town.”

“Sounds like a plan because it is our plan.” Max smarted.

Max looked down and intensely studied the greasy laminated menu.

A curvaceous waitress Monica Breedlove sauntered over toward the table the Fox brothers’ occupied. She was thirty-five but she looked young for her age. Her skin was the color of coffee with just a dash of milk. Her skin was pure and rich in its tone like Hershey’s chocolate. Her curves were dangerously on display. Monica had the face of a supermodel and the body of a rap video vixen. She removed a pen and small order pad from her front apron pocket.

Max was the first to notice Monica, as always. Her breasts were on full exhibit and what he noticed first and foremost before he noticed her face. He was sure she got pretty good tips with those melons.

“Good evening guys, I’m Monica your waitress.” Her bubbly yet seductive voice floated through the air. “What can I get you guys to start with?” She smiled with perfect teeth and a glossy nude lip.

Ryan slowly lifted his gaze up from his menu. He was a deer caught in headlights.

A shocked look registered in Monica’s brown eyes. Her smiled turned upside down. “Ryan, what the hell are you doing here?”

Past memories, some hauntingly bad, some deliciously good, flooded Ryan’s mind and spouted roots on his face.

“Monica, I, I--”

Monica’s face filled with rage although this didn’t diminish her undeniable beauty. “You got humongous balls showing up here, you heartless bastard.”

“More like possessed heartless bastard.” Max added his two cents.

Monica ignored Max’s quip and focused all her anger and attention on Ryan.

“Monica I know... I’m sorry.” Ryan pleaded with his words and his forlorn hazel eyes.

“You left me without a word. Why would you be such a jerk to me?”

“Monica I--”

She pointed her ink pen in Ryan’s face. “I took you in like a stray dog. Then you disappear without even a half ass goodbye.”

“I know. I’m so sorry. I was a different person back then.” The worry lines appeared on Ryan’s forehead.

“You’re telling me.” Max joked at his brother’s expense.

Monica acknowledged Max’s presence by rolling her eyes at him. “Who is this heckling asshole?” Monica asked Ryan.

“I’m Max.” Max grinned with the corners of his lips. “I’m the brother of the heartless bastard.”

Max extended his hand to Monica. She briefly glanced down at Max’s hand before she dismissed him and his hand.

“Ryan, why are you here? What do you want?”

Ryan thought carefully. He couldn’t really say to eat even though that was the actual reason. “We’re just passing through town and I remembered this place has decent food.”

“Is that all you remember?” She frowned.

“No, no of course not.” He recalled her kindness and generosity. He also recalled his time spent with her as something nice and ravenous.

Monica pressed her glossy lips into a fine line. She stormed away from the table and disappeared behind the bar that led into the kitchen.

“Damn brother, you pissed her off. Did you bang every Sookie Stackhouse in every town when you were possessed?”

Ryan thought about the question. “No Max of course not.” He thought even harder. “I don’t think so.”

Max smirked. “Well I truly understand this one. She’s hotter than hot and that rack of lambs.” Max demonstrated by holding his hands out in front of his chest as if he was holding a large set of double D’s in his palms.

“Max, she’s a really nice girl.”

“Okay but I don’t really see her as your type. You banging a black babe is just odd. You are just so damn conservative and stiff. Me I don’t really have a type but you definitely do.”

“That doesn’t matter now. I treated her like crap. I used her for room and board, home cooked meals, clean clothes and you know.”

Max raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah I know precisely what you used her for.”

“We should go.” Ryan felt defeated by the scene that played out before him.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I’m starving.” Max pouted. He grudgingly followed Ryan’s lead and slid out of the booth. They stood to exit. Monica cornered them before they could get a full five feet from the table.

“Ryan, are you bailing again? Typical.” Monica scoffed.

“No, no I just thought you wanted us to leave.”

“Did I say that?”

“No but--”

“Sit down. Heartless bastards got to eat like everyone else.” Her pitch was harsh and forceful but still somewhat caring and endearing.