After Cyrus hung up on them, Hector looked to Roxy asking, "Do you really think he’ll bring her to us?"
"Yes," Roxy answered.
"I don't trust him. And… because you’re insatiable, and I can’t seem to tell you no, we did not get done what we needed to last night. We still know nothing of the Rare Blood's family and if we wait at my house tonight, and Cyrus doesn’t deliver, we will have lost another day."
"Hector, he will bring her to us. He said he would do it for me. He will. Cyrus will keep his word." She could count on that. Cyrus was honest.
"You sound so sure of him."
"He's mad at me, but that doesn't mean he wants me dead."
"Last night you were ready to hand him over to the Council. Now, you want me to trust him?"
She smirked, "I don't want to see Cyrus dead either, but if it comes down to him or me, I’ll do what I have to."
Hector put his arms around her, "See it's that right there, that makes me uncertain. Do you not think he feels the same?"
"He's too good. It's why we don't get along. I'm inherently devious and he's so not. And, before you ask, he would never put a human over one of his own. He's not confused about the order of the food chain," she said, absolutely sure of it.
"What about the flowers and him taking off with her in the first place," Hector asked.
"Easy. Cyrus collects rarities. He's obsessed. The girl fits right into that. He's collecting her, but now that he knows my life's on the line, he'll give her back," Roxy said smiling, feeling proud that she figured out Cyrus' motive.
"I hope you’re right,” Hector said tugging her arm, “Come on, let's get back. I could use a drink."
They made it back to Hector's, and Roxy headed straight to the shower. When she got out she put her new robe on, delighted to find the satin still felt as wonderful against her skin as the first time.
She let her hair out of the towel then headed down to the kitchen. She expected Hector to be sitting, having a glass of bourbon or whiskey, some manly type of drink, but he wasn't there. She didn't hear him in the house at all.
"Hector," she called out for him, but he didn’t respond. She was disappointed he hadn't told her he was leaving, and she was hungry. She wanted him to feed her.Pouting she opened his refrigerator and rooted through the contents before settling on green grapes. She brought them to his bed where she sprawled out on her back, letting her hair dangle over one of the sides. She popped a grape in her mouth, then another, and another.
A few minutes later she heard a door open and footsteps. Hector was back. She sprang up and took off down the steps, "Hector, where’d you go," she asked, popping another grape into her mouth. When she rounded the corner she was greeted by a pair of inquisitive almond shaped, brown eyes. They were attached to the face of a beautiful woman with tan skin and perfectly sculpted hair that was pulled up into some intricately curled chignon, and it was a chignon, not a bun.
The intruder was wearing a black suit coat that covered enough to keep her decent, though it didn't look like she had a shirt on underneath, but it went with her barley there pencil skirt, and the six inch stilettos she had on. The women smiled, "You must be Hector's new play thing."
Roxy choked on the grape in her mouth and the women laughed before saying, "Run alo- Wait a minute, what is that I smell?"
Roxy knew who she was then, and when her airway was clear she stepped right up, feeling even more threatened than she thought she would, saying, "You must be Tatiana," smiling saccharinly.
"You aren't worth whatever you've gotten Hector involved in. I can smell you. I know what that is."
Oh do you now, Roxy thought taking a step closer, "What else do you smell," she asked, leaning in a little closer, "Maybe it's been so long you forgot…"
Tatiana laughed at her, and Roxy said, "Laugh all you want, but Hector's mine now."
"If I wanted Hector, he'd be mine little one. Now mind yourself, before I have to."
"Is that a threat," Roxy started to ask, but Tatiana had her flat against the wall by her throat before she could get the words out.
"Don't worry, I won't drain you," Tatiana said, then she bit her.
Roxy tried to push her off, but she couldn't. If there was ever a time where Roxy had been sure she had sized up her opponent correctly, it was then. Aside from the heels, they were about the same height and Roxy, unfortunately, had a few pounds on her, that she planed to use to her advantage but she couldn't budge her. She had been horribly mistaken, and her humiliation only grew when Hector had to intervene.
“Tatiana! Stop this now,” he growled and she did.
Roxy put her hand over the punctures on her throat to stop blood from leaking on her robe as Hector came to her side, "What happened?"
Tatiana said, "Your little pet needed a lesson in respect."
"Roxanne, go clean yourself up. I'll be up in a minute."
She hurried from the room and shrunk even more as she heard them pick up a conversation in Spanish that she couldn't understand.
By the time she got in the bathroom with a rag to wipe the blood on her neck the wounds had closed, but to her horror there were two drops of blood on the shoulder of her robe.
Roxy blotted at them but it only made them worse.
"Mi amor," Hector said having snuck up on her again. She turned to face him and he grabbed her forcefully pulling her to him, "You must promise not to provoke her. We need her help and I can not stop her from hurting you if she wants to. I can beg her, but I can not physically stop her. You understand how this works. Please Roxanne. Tatiana will not play with you."
"I thought I could take her," Roxy said pitifully.
Hector let her go and smiled, "I'm not even going to entertain that. I'm not."
"She ruined my robe," Roxy pouted.
"Put something else on and come down. I will buy you a new one tomorrow."
Roxy rolled her eyes and they both walked from the bathroom. He left her in bedroom and she went over to the closet where she now had some clothes. She picked out a low cut red mini-dress in hopes her curves would look better than Tatiana's. She put heels on and a little makeup then went down to join Hector and his bitch of a maker.
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Rare Blood
VampireIf you were being hunted by Vampires, could you trust one to protect you? Twenty-year-old Faye Porter will have to if she wants to survive. After the truth about who she is and what runs in her veins is exposed, forever altering her existence; she...