Dark Angel 💀 {Erotic Vampire Adventure}

Chapter 9 - 1989, Twenty-Seven Years Ago

            

"Find anything?" Gavriel's soft voice echoes around the dark room before his face even comes into view.

"Hours of microfiche and all I got was a headache." I call back with a low growl and flopping down on the suede couch in his office.

This room looks like a set out of a James Bond movie. You know the kind; The sleek den where the villain goes to relax after a long day of inventing ways to torture Mr Bond before revealing his plot to take over the world. There should be several leggy women adorned in some tight misogynistic wet dream of a costume serving mixed drinks, but instead there's just Gav and I.

His amber eyes are alight with curiosity as he watches me play with the hem of my shirt. Gavriel is relaxed, like a pensive cat observing his prey. It always makes me uncomfortable when he looks like that.

"I've still got my connections looking." He tells me with that slight smile he always wears, the one that looks like he's holding on to some kind of secret. "We'll find her."

"Yeah well your connections aren't doing shit." I reply like the moody teenager I am. "It's been three years and they haven't turned up a thing."

"They were able to establish a pattern on the grabbing's weren't they?" He asks mildly.

"A pattern doesn't mean squat if you can't find the person responsible." I retort angrily.

Why does he always act so fucking calm? It drives me nuts.

Gavriel uncurls himself from his leather chair and moves fluidly over to where I'm sitting in less than three seconds.

"We'll find her." He reassures me while placing a clammy hand on my thigh.

His once rich coffee-colored skin is pallid under the glow of the only lamp in this room, almost translucent after hundreds of years on this earth. Entombed in the body of a thirty-something year-old man, Gavriel's square jaw flexes slightly as he swallows whatever he was going to say next. I can feel his eyes on me, studying my face to gage my anger.

That's Gavriel, always calculating. Never genuine.

"Well what if I said I have a surprise for you?" He asks with a hint of glee just behind the velvet of his voice. "Something to take your mind of Grace?"

"I'd say you'd better have turned Johnny Depp and got him ready to be my sex slave for the next decade." I reply with a roll of my eyes.

I hate when people think they can some how take away the pain that I go through on a daily basis. The torment of knowing I could have done something to stop that man from taking Grace. The mental anguish of not knowing what happened to my baby sister, and the sickening feeling that comes when you consider the possibilities.

Gavriel chuckles lightly and shakes his head in amusement. He would be handsome if he wasn't so god damn superior.

"What if I told you, I think you're ready?" He asks, that same inscrutable smile playing on his lips.     

"Ready for what?" I retort, not understanding the implication of his words.

"Ready for your first assignment?" He explains.

"Really?" Now he's got my attention.

For the past three years Gavriel has been training me, getting me ready to become what I was created for. A Dark Angel. Up until now we've studied languages, reviewed evasive maneuvers, we've drilled in hand-to-hand combat, and I've undergone extensive psychological tests. Everything I need to become an assassin in theory. I've just never actually killed anyone.