PS03 - Tall, Dark & Heartless (30 page)

room.

"Don't disobey me again," Lucan said calmly as he headed towards Greg with a look that promised all sorts of pain, but

Greg wasn't afraid and for a very good reason.

The Master.

Greg wasn't surprised that the Master took an instant liking to him and allowed him to run things. The Master had a keen

eye for talent and he knew that Greg would get the job done. Of course, he didn't know that Greg had fucked up and he'd make

damn sure that the Master never found out.

The plan had been simple, screw over the competition and clear the path so that when the time came for him, and it better

be soon, he could take his place at the right hand of the Master. What he hadn't expected was for Caine and the bitch to make

their escape. If he had known the bastard would be able to break loose, he never would have done this. He would have found a

different way to screw over Lucan.

Now he had to figure out a way to get Caine back or his usefulness would come to an end and the Master would never

change him. He was not about to let that happen. He'd worked too hard and for too long to let that happen and lost too much, he

thought bitterly as he looked down at the bandaged stub where his arm should have been.

Caine and that little bitch would pay for that. He would make sure that Caine turned her so that he could torment the bitch

forever. He already had a list of at least a hundred things that he planned on doing to her. By the time he found them that list

would probably have a thousand fun little activities, but first he had to deal with the asshole standing in his way.

"It's going to take a hell of a lot more to get my position than to set me up with bullshit like this," Lucan said, immediately

getting to the point, which Greg appreciated.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Greg said, not even bothering to hide his smug smile as he spotted the Master

walking towards them.

Right now he was gold and the Master wanted to keep him around and they both knew it. Lucan couldn't fucking touch him

and as soon as he was turned he was going to take the prick out.

Lucan looked over his shoulder to see what he was looking at before turning his attention back to him with an amused

expression that Greg didn't quite understand. Maybe the guy was slow, Greg thought as the Master motioned for him to follow.

Anyone with common sense could tell that he was the Master's go to guy. If this guy had any brains he'd be groveling to the

Master, not trying to bite back a grin. Then again this just proved that Lucan wasn't the right man for the job, he thought as he

sent Lucan a smug look and went to follow the Master.

"I've been told that it only hurts for the first minute or so," Lucan called after him, making several of the vampires and

minions in the hallway chuckle softly.

Hurt? he frowned, thinking it over and after a minute he realized what they were talking about. The Master was going to

change him. This was perfect, he thought as he followed the guy who looked like a typical college kid down a long winding

hallway.

It was still hard to believe that this
kid
was almost a thousand year old vampire. Greg would have hated to have been

stuck in a kid's body for eternity, but thankfully he didn't have to worry about that. He was thirty-two and in his prime, except

for his arm everything about him was perfect. He'd made damn sure of it. For the last year he watched what he ate, exercised

more and started hitting the tanning salons so that he could spend eternity with the perfect tan and now he was mere minutes

from his goal.

Who knows, maybe by this time tomorrow he'd be the Master's right hand man and Lucan would be a pile of dust.

"Take your clothes off," the Master said as they stepped into an opulent suite that looked nothing like his room. Where his

room was drab and had only the basics this room was large with a four poster bed, black silk sheets, a Jacuzzi and every

amenity Greg was going to make damn sure that he had and soon.

He opened his mouth to ask why, but then remembered something his father had told him years ago about some vampires'

weird habits when they changed a human. A lot of them were very particular about how they changed someone. He

remembered his father talking about one vampire who made the men and women he changed take a two hour long shower as a

symbolic gesture of washing away their old life.

To be honest, it didn't matter what the Master wanted, Greg would do anything for immortality and if it required him to get

naked then so be it. As he pulled his clothes off he saw the Master disappear through a door. He hoped his transformation was

fast. Most vampire transformations took a day or two, but if he was given a continuous supply of blood, his transformation

would be faster.

The faster he was changed, the faster he could get his hands on Caine and that bitch. He'd drag her back here by her hair

and by the time he was done punishing her for leaving and jeopardizing his future she'd be only too happy to fuck every

vampire he shoved at her. She would give them an endless supply of Pytes, Pytes he planned to control. The Master might think

that he was going to have an army of Pyte created vampires one day, but that would never happen. They would be his and he

would use them to make all his dreams come true and destroy everyone that got in his way.

"Get on the bed," the Master called from the other room.

With a shrug, he crawled onto the bed and laid back, barely able to contain his excitement. Finally after all these years he

was going to have everything that he deserved.

"I can't begin to tell you how much I need this, Greg," the Master said as he walked back into the room wearing a pair of

black silk boxers that matched the sheets. "I really don't handle stress very well," he admitted and Greg could understand that

and his decision to change Greg. The man wanted the job done right and obviously Lucan wasn't doing it. Once the

transformation was complete he would be more than happy to take over.

Greg opened his mouth to respond when the Master dropped his underwear, confusing him. He'd never heard of a Master

disrobing as well and he sure as hell never heard about a Master needing to get hard to do it. Apprehension crept up his spine

as the Master sent him a wicked smile and palmed himself as he reached for a something in the nightstand.

When the Master applied lube to his erection Greg froze as his heartbeat picked up, threatening to pound its way out of his

chest. Obviously there had been a miscommunication somewhere along the line and Greg needed to set him straight and hope

the Master didn't go into a rage.

"I-I'm not gay," he blurted out instead of using a little finesse to let him down.

The Master simply chuckled as he joined Greg on the bed. Without any hesitation he moved on top of Greg and settled

between his legs before he could so much as blink. "Trust me. I know, which is why I want you, Greg," he said as he ground his

erection against Greg's limp cock and groaned while Greg stared at him in horror. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going

to love cock more than I do," the Master promised as he leaned down and covered Greg's mouth with his own.

When Greg moved to push the Master off, he found his arms pinned above his head in a painful grip and silver eyes

glaring down at him. "You gave yourself to me, Greg, the moment you became my servant," he said, positioning the tip of his

erection at Greg's ass and pressed against the opening, "and I fuck what's mine," he said through clenched teeth as he shoved in

without any preamble, leaving Greg to bite back a scream of agony as the Master chuckled, truly enjoying himself. "Think of

this as your official welcome, Greg."

********

"I'm sorry I woke you, sweetheart," he said, moving to go to her only to remember that he was covered in shifter blood.

Tonight's full moon had been a bitch. Normally they doubled their patrols during full moons just in case, but they usually didn't

come in contact with any shifters roaming around Boston. Most shifters got out of the city during the full moon and headed for

the country, but since the war started they'd been dealing with at least three shifters a night during each full moon phase, but

tonight they'd found a whole fucking pack lurking around Boston Common.

It had taken nearly every Sentinel in the compound to take them down and lock them up for the night. Well, all but three of

them that is. Three of the fifteen shifters were currently being carted off to Middleboro to have their bodies burned and their

ashes scattered. It had been a bad fucking night almost from the beginning and would have gotten a hell of a lot worse if they

hadn't had Kale with them.

Not that the damn Alpha shifter had tagged along with the intention of helping them. No, not that bastard. He only came

because he was apparently bored waiting for Izzy's program to give him what he needed and decided that irritating the shit out

of everyone was more fun.

Only three things saved the Alpha from getting his throat torn out tonight. One, he saved his sons' lives a few months back.

Granted, Kale was the reason they were put in jeopardy in the first place, something Ephraim struggled with every time he saw

the Alpha, but then he would be forced to remind himself that Kale had saved his sons, his daughter-in-law and precious

granddaughter in the same day.

Izzy, his rather entertaining daughter-in-law, was the other reason the bastard was allowed to live. The woman had a soft

spot for the shifter and wouldn't allow anyone hurt him. She'd quickly wormed her way into Ephraim's heart with her quick wit

and sweet smiles, but she'd earned his undying loyalty for bringing his son back to him.

After Chris barely survived the home invasion that almost left him crippled for life, he changed, grew up too fast and in

the blink of an eye his once smart ass son who used to make him smile with very little effort was gone. A man hardened by life

and too much responsibility took his place. He'd still managed to maintain a close relationship with his son after that, but he

missed the easy going Chris and wanted nothing more than to see his son smile again without it being forced.

For the first time in a long time Chris was truly happy. He was head over heels in love with his mate, adored his baby girl

and couldn't wait for the birth of his son. He'd always known that Chris would make a good father and was pleased that Chris

had surpassed all the hopes and dreams he had for him. After the bullshit start Chris had in life he deserved some happiness

and Izzy gave that to him.

The other reason he didn't kill the bastard tonight was very simple, he came in handy every now and then. Tonight of

course being one of those times. The Alpha was powerful, probably one of the most powerful shifters Ephraim had ever met

and that was proven by the fact that the man was able to keep his human form during the three nights of the full moon. It took a

great deal of control not to give into urge to release the animal inside and Kale had mastered that control centuries ago.

When they did a sweep of Boston Common and came across the pack that purposely turned within city limits just so they

could fan the city and search for Izzy, Kale stopped irritating the hell out of them and quickly turned into the cold brutal killer

that he was famous for. Without any hesitation, Kale began to tear through the pack of shifted werewolves until he made his

way to his target, the Alpha of the pack.

Without the Alpha the pack would quickly become useless as they fought each other for control. Even Ephraim had been

impressed by Kale tonight. While he worked with Chris to take down the more violent members of the pack he kept an eye on

the irritating Alpha. No matter how many hits Kale took, he never reacted. He remained focused until the end and when the

pack Alpha was dead and the pack panicked he demanded their obedience and any shifter that didn't immediately comply was

dealt with, severely.

It sure as hell made Ephraim's night easier. Without Kale, there was no doubt in his mind that they would have lost

Sentinels tonight instead of packing the infirmary, which reminded him that he needed to move his ass.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I just came up to take a quick shower before I help wrap things up downstairs," he

partially lied.

He had come up for a shower, but only so that he didn't scare little Jessica with his appearance. She was already

frightened enough and didn't need to see her grandfather covered in blood on top of everything else tonight, especially since

most of the blood belonged to her father. With that in mind he moved towards the bathroom, hoping that Madison hadn't picked

up on that little fact, but of course nothing got past his wife's senses.

"Where is he?" she demanded, suddenly fully awake as she struggled to climb out of bed.

With a soft curse he crossed the room and helped her to her feet, but even his assistance didn't stop her from wobbling

under the weight of the twin baby boys she carried in her womb. He scented her panic rise as she tried to move away from him

and go hunt down her best friend, probably to beat the shit out of him for scaring the hell out of her, which of course is what