The Shape of Things to Come (Hypernaturals 15)

Office Space

After a final look behind to try to detect any pursuit, finding nothing, we both looked around the dark room.

The room is 'dark'. No interior lights. That meant little to either of us. Humans could figure out we exist apart from them with a simple look in our eyes. They are nothing like human ones. Far denser rods and cones. A wider range of sizes to match extra-human EM wavelengths. Our IR sense is enhanced by the fact that the longwave IR is supplemented by our entire body's skin. Our brains making that into images. Vampires are nature's Ninjas. Me more than average.

The IR is somewhat muffled now by our clothes. Not enough we cannot see perfectly well. A naked Vampire is a hunting Vampire. Can be, anyway. Might also be a relaxing one. Jessica was hunting me when we met, and she was naked.

Denise gestured toward the window. "No one coming after us. Unlike you, I suppose EuroCrew follows command directives." Denise sniped.

"Says the woman here with me in the Castle of Haters." I pointed out.

"Love makes me stupid. Also: You were coming no matter what I said, so I had no choice. Can you even imagine what Morgan would do to me if I did not protect you? Not to mention Jessica and Helen. I can't even take on Morgan, more or less all three of them. We love each other, but you, the rare as fuck and unique as hell male, are the glue that holds everything together."

"I am sorry to have to tell you this about me, but this is who I am. I do what I think is right. This is what you are getting into." I warned Denise.

"Oh. I know. I did not have to follow you over the back rail of a boat into the ocean recently to not already know that about you. Destroying child molesters but jumping into the Altlantic to save an assassin who was trying to kill you? This break-in is totally on-brand for you, my heart. I love who you are, even if it is going to get me in trouble. I will do this and be with you first and always. That is how I work, and I'm not even the follower type."

"Why you are a Crew Lead." I agreed to her self-evaluation.

As we talked, we both continued on the mission, looking around at things. Picking up an item, looking it over, setting it down. Some kind of admin office, but nothing deeply interesting. Desks and computers. File drawers, mostly empty.

"I guess this is overflow?" I asked.

"I bet this is guest office space. For important people, since it has a window." Denise replied. "That big desk is for the visiting big cheese. Those little stations for the quisling underlings. A place to sit down, plug in, charge up, and catch up on whatever horrible shit they started before they came here."

"Makes sense. It's not furniture storage. Just unoccupied." I agreed. "During the day, the window has a view of the grounds and the city beyond. Not tonights view of Ninjas and other lurking vampire types."

"Yep."

"I love that you just said 'quislings'. Very sexy."

"What? It's a word." Denise said.

"Not one I have ever heard in conversation before. Old School. Sexy."

"Would you focus? I do not have time to read a dictionary and find other sexy words right now." Denise complained. "Fucking word-nerd. I think I can get an Oxford Dictionary for my phone though..."

We are not talking loudly, nor are we being all that quiet. There is no one on this floor. It is after hours, and most of the Castle Screw-You staff are gone. The big meeting going on downstairs means that to still be here you had to be a bigwig or someone here to serve a bigwig.

Given their general attitudes, I am also sure 'serve' has many meanings other than food and drinks. From my point of view, there is zero space between human supremacists and sex slave traffickers. If I found women or little boys chained up in here someplace, I would not be in any way shocked. That is who these kinds of people are.