Morals Of Vampire {#3}

Part 11

[Part 11]

"Are you sure?" Vanda asked, skeptical through the phone. There was little reason why she wouldn't be, because nobody had ever heard about the Master Council Elder since the last time he went on a move. It was a surprise to hear that the man was rumored to be in North America, and asking about Dante and Jean-Jacques. It was a bigger surprise that Jean-Jacques had said nothing about the Master Council Elder being in the country, which meant that her fellow council mate probably didn't know.

And Jean-Jacques rarely didn't know anything about someone so important to the vampire world.

"Sure as I can be. I swear on my balls." Orlando's cheery reply and confident swear made Vanda raise a helpless brow. There was nothing more in the world that Orlando cherished more than his little member that was attached to his body, and if the man could swear on his balls, then Vanda decided that it must be the honest truth.

"Okay. Thanks for telling me this." Vanda dropped the pen she had in her hand, turning off the desk lamp and grabbing her bag.

"No problem. I hope this makes up for that last time that I turned down the stripper job." The poor man was still hung up over that, and Vanda took a short moment to place what 'stripper job' he meant. In fact, Kay had done such a good job that Vanda almost forgot that he wasn't even her tenth choice.

"Don't worry about that. I found a brave guy who took the job. It was great." Vanda reassured, bidding her good friend who often acted as her ear on the streets goodbye as she turned off the lights in her office at the Studio. Bumping into Kay in the corridor was no longer a surprise anymore, though she took to note that the man was getting more skilled at pulling her away from the floor. With his strong arm around her waist, Kay grinned down at her.

Normally, she would have a quick-witted reply, but not today. Eager to leave, she put both firm hands on Kay's shoulder and politely disengaged herself off him.

"Not today, I have Council duties." She excused quickly, already beginning to take off, sure that the man would understand her responsibilities. She longed to be like him –without any responsibilities tying her down. But she couldn't trade a freedom in exchange for her family. No, Vanda chose family and friends above responsibilities. She didn't want to be like Kay, to be without family, without friends to rely on, without friends to look for amusement from. She didn't want to lose her morals, her relationships.

"Wait." Kay's exclamation was accompanied by a firm hand circling her wrist, and she found herself being jerked back. "I have the location of Jean-Jacques's information. If you don't believe that I can contact the Master Council Elder to help him get the data, then I'll go get it myself. I'm just here to ask if you want to come along."

Vanda stared at the man, blinking slowly to let his words sink in. "How did you get any information out of the man? How did you know where he kept his things?"

"I have my methods. Now, do you want to risk everything and come with me, or stay here and be boring with your Council?" Kay shrugged her question off easily, and Vanda understood the expression hanging in golden eyes. It was the same expression that had hung there when they went on a date months ago. It was the expression that warned her to not pry into his past that she was better off not asking and knowing. Over the days of getting to know Kay, Vanda knew that there were dangerous places that she didn't want to approach with the man. His past was one thing he kept under heavily guarded secrets.

"I can't, Kay." Vanda replied apologetically, prying his fingers off her wrists. "I need to go to the Council. It's urgent."

"Even if this thing is going to help your Council?" Kay raised his free hand, and Vanda saw that he was holding a thumb drive pinched between his fingers. Vanda could only assume that it was what Kay thought was the key to getting Jean-Jacques's data stuck in France, but it wasn't the point at the moment.