North American Vampire Council & Past Calling (Hypernaturals 12 & 13)

Sign of the Alexander

The sun is barely up. We are standing at the pavilion in New Ninovan because Anne called me pre-dawn and told me to get my ass over here.

Anne is currently the Lead. Denise woke up when I got the call and came along to see what the fuss is about.

"You don't have to: It's your time off." I pointed out as we had gotten dressed.

"Shut up." Denise replied. "Cert is out there and you keep slipping your leash. Going to be guarding your ass."

"Guarding my ass. Mine." Morgan said as she dressed.

"Let's call it our ass." Denise compromised.

"You know the two of us can take Cert easily." Morgan pointed out.

"I know. I am not disrespecting you. I am coming along though. I want to know what got Anne so excited that she would not tell you what this is about. You know our Anne. Not an excitable lady." Denise replied.

Now, in the dawn light, Morgan, Anne, Denise and I stood at the edge of the pavilion, looking down at Alexander, who is glaring back up at us.

Alexander is sitting on the concrete floor, his arms manacled behind him to a steel support beam that not even a female Vampire could tear down no matter how many times they watched Cecil B. DeMille's famous 'Sampson and Delilah'.

I have never seen that movie. I only know that when Sampson's hair grows long, he gets strong and can tear down stuff. Based on hair length for strength, Morgan should be super-powered, but she and I are about the same. Anne, with her short locks, is around twice our muscle power.

Vampires are therefore not the creatures of myth.

A sticky-note is on the front of Alexander's jeans, reading 'This way to the big dick'. On his forehead, another sticky that read 'This way to the bigger dick.'

Anne pointed at the note on his forehead. "I am guessing Cert is not a fan."

Morgan and I are reading the long note that had been taped to the support beam.

"My dearest Adrian,

It is never easy to admit when one is wrong, but I have to admit taking Alexander with me was a HUGE mistake. He is everything you have ever said he is, and more. I feel sympathy for poor Jessica to have this creature fixated upon her. He never gives up! The word 'No' literally has zero meaning to him. I like a nice screw as much as the next girl, but holy shit. Leave me alone! The first time he tried to slap my boobs around I about broke him into parts. At this point, I would rather fuck you.

Yeah. That bad.

Also: That might be how I kill you. Between my legs. Not sure. Still thinking about it.

Given that I need to be utterly hidden, what with the Crew 'Kill' order out on me, he became even more untenable. What a buffoon. All the junior grade mistakes! I know from working with you in Mexico that you would never be this much of an idiot. Also: You would kiss my boobs. Fang them, maybe. Not try to beat the living shit out of them.

For the record, breasts are not 'fun bags'.

It really pains me to have to say that.

You are a different idiot. You are the type that thinks they can get in my face and not pay for it. Oddly, that means I would let you into my pants before this guy, ever again.

This boy left me with two choices. Kill him or return him, and I decided since he has a Crew 'Kill or Contain' order out on him, this will keep you and the Crew occupied for a while and off my delicious ass.