Sally's Wolf (Motor City Vampires Book 3) (13 page)

H
aley opened her eyes. Her whole body was sore, and she felt groggy and pain radiated through her head, worse than any pain she had ever felt. Her throat was dry and she was so thirsty, but she didn’t know what she wanted. She stood up from the bed she was laying in and looked down at her body in shock. She had always been a little plump, but she was content with her curves. Now her body was sculpted and much more lean. The room was dark but she could see perfectly. She had never been in the room before, but found a door to the bathroom. She turned on the light and looked at her reflection in the mirror.
I'm hot,
she thought to herself. She smiled, and was horrified to see that she had fangs. She poked at her own fangs with her finger. It was a curious sensation; she wasn't quite sure what to think. Someone making a squealing sound behind her startled her. She turned and found Jacquelyn smiling and jumping up and down excitedly.

“My new sister,” she said as she hugged Haley.

Haley forced a smile but closed her mouth quickly, feeling the fangs still poking out.

“It's okay; I know they feel funny at first. Here are some dresses I bought. I wasn't sure what size to get so I got a variety. Oh, you must be starved. Hey Matt!” Jacquelyn yelled and a very handsome man appeared in the doorway.

He was tall with sandy blonde hair and the most vivid blue eyes she had ever seen. She could hear his heartbeat, the blood flowing through his veins. Her fangs ached and her mouth watered. Haley turned away and ran back into the bathroom, slamming the door.

M
aurice heard a commotion coming from the bedroom. He went to investigate and found Jacquelyn and the blood whore inside and Jacquelyn talking to Haley through the bathroom door.

“What is going on here?” Maurice demanded.

“I'm so sorry, Maurice; she freaked out when I brought Matt in to feed her. She won’t come out!” Jacquelyn sputtered out.

“Leave, both of you! I will fix this mess you made.”

Jacquelyn grabbed Matt by the shoulder and they both quickly left the room. Maurice lightly knocked on the door and spoke in the most comforting voice he could muster.

“Haley, Sweetie, it’s time to come and feed.”

“Go away! I want to die. I won’t bite anyone.”

“You don’t have to; I have bottled blood. A donor would have been better for your first feeding, but bottled will do for now. Please come out, Haley.”

The door cracked open, and Haley poked her head out slightly. Maurice smiled at her as she slowly came out of the bathroom. Maurice couldn't help but smile at his creation. She was pretty before, but now she was breathtaking.

“Now that’s much better. Here is a bottle of blood. Drink it and we can talk.”

Haley tentatively took the bottled blood. She sat on the bed, opened it, sniffed it, and made a face.

“This smells awful; I can’t drink it.”

“It's this or I call the donor in.”

“Crap, fine.” She took a deep breath and took a long drink, swallowed, and then coughed.” This tastes worse than it smells. How can you drink this?”

“I don’t. I prefer fresh from a donor, but Jacquelyn doesn't like drinking from donors so she drinks bottled. Let me bring in the donor. Just try, and if you can’t then no harm done.”

Haley nodded and then Matt was in the room by her side. He smelled so good, and not just the cologne he was wearing. She could smell his blood and it smelled good, really good. Her fangs were painfully aching. Before she knew what she was doing her fangs were in him and she drank greedily. Matt moaned at the pleasure of the feeding.

After a few moments, Maurice tapped at Haley's shoulder. “Time to stop, my dear.”

She forced herself from him and retracted her fangs almost automatically. She licked the blood from his throat and the wound sealed itself. She smiled at Maurice with blood still on her teeth.

S
ally left Mary's apartment. She stood on the porch of her house and wasn't very excited about going home just yet. She decided she would go out, and left on a whim, taking Javon's 1972 red mustang convertible. It was a warm evening and the wind in her hair would feel so nice. She slid into the car and turned the ignition. The purr and vibration of the car brought a smile to her face. She backed out of the driveway, put the car in gear, and squealed the tires as she sped away. She looked in her rear view mirror to see Javon with his fist in the air, yelling her name. She laughed out loud, but she knew she would have a very angry vampire child to deal with when she got home.

C
onnor was very glad to have the night off. He tried calling Sally, but she didn’t answer her phone. He dropped by her house, only to find a fuming Javon ranting about Sally and his stolen Mustang. Deciding he didn't want to get in the middle of that, he nodded his head and politely left. He didn't want to spend the night alone so he decided to go to
Bite
, a werewolf bar. A few beers and a raw steak sounded like just the thing to take his mind off Sally and the memories of her naked body.

C
onnor walked into the bar his pack frequented and froze in place as he spotted his sister, Anna, dancing with a Vampire. A growl erupted from his throat as he watched his baby sister getting much too close to the blood sucker. She had her arms wrapped around him as they danced. Connor took a deep breath and calmly walked over to them. He tapped the Vampire on the shoulder and he turned around.

In a calm but deadly voice he said, “Hello, I'm Connor and that’s my sister you’re pawing.”

Anna took her hands from Ebo. “Fuck,” Anna said under her breath. She felt like a little kid again, caught doing something wrong.

“It's nice to meet you, Connor. I am Ebo,” Ebo said, offering his hand to Connor.

“Come with me, Ebo; we need to talk,” Connor said, ignoring the gesture.

“Connor, stop this!” Anna demanded.

“Anna, stay out of this. We'll be right back,” Connor replied dismissively. Ebo walked with Connor out of the bar and into the parking lot.

“Ebo, I have to say I am not happy finding you with my baby sister. I don’t like the idea of anyone taking advantage of her.”

Ebo cleared his throat and straightened up. “I want you to know I would never do anything disrespectful. It was her idea to come here. I think as a test. I passed.”

“I see,” Connor replied, pacing back and forth a moment then stopping. “My sister is a werewolf. If you want to date her, you must follow the werewolf dating customs.”

“I am unfamiliar with those. What does that involve?”

“Normally, you ask permission before dating; I will overlook that. Next you go on a first date, chaperoned by her father, brother, or uncle. I will consider this a first date and chaperone the rest of your date. Holding hands is permitted as is a polite kiss at the end of the date.”

Ebo scoffed at the idea of all this to bed a female but he couldn't help it, he liked her. “I will do whatever is necessary. I like your sister. She’s remarkable.”

Connor made a fist at his side, trying hard to control his temper. The last thing he needed was for the pack leader to get pissed. “Let’s go back in. Oh, and one more thing, don’t fuck this up or I
will
hurt you.”

A
nna sat in the bar with Ebo and her brother. She felt more awkward than she had ever felt in her life. Despite her objection, she had been forced to follow the ridiculous werewolf courtship rituals. The same ones she had avoided her whole life. They sat there silently for what seemed like an eternity. Anna looked around the room; she could feel the eyes of the other wolves on her.

“Connor, could you give us a little space?” Anna asked. Connor nodded and got up and walked over to the bar. He sat on the stool with his beer, facing the table where Connor and Anna sat. Anna took a deep breath and exhaled.

“I'm sorry about this.”

Ebo took Anna's hand in his. “It's nothing. I am a patient man and you are worth it.”

T
he next night Mary sat in silent misery. She would rather be anywhere but there at the moment. Maurice sat with a coffee and sipped quietly. He was just as she remembered. It was hard to believe he wasn't the same man she remembered before he was turned. Mary recalled the time they spent picnicking under the trees on her family’s estate, their shared passionate kisses. And now there they sat at a 24-hour diner in downtown Detroit, the same place Maurice use to go to troll for his nightly meals.

Mary cleared her throat and sipped her coffee. “I can’t do it, Maurice. Too much has happened; we both need to move on.”

Maurice reached for Mary's hand and she pulled back.

“I was an ass, completely consumed with anger over losing you, but all along you were a Vampire, too. I have tried to be a better person, I have two more Vampire children, and I would love it if you would join me and become part of my family. Together we could make more Vampires, even have children of our own. I love you, Mary.”

Mary couldn't speak. She looked around the diner, and stared out the window that looked out into the street. If she still needed to breathe, she knew she would probably be holding her breath. Children, he had children. They were vampires, but still.
They needed guidance
, she thought to herself.

“Please say something, Mary.”

“I don't know what to say!” she said sternly.

“Say you love me and want to be a family.”

“I'm sorry, Maurice, but I just can't. It’s too much. I've moved on. I have a life here.”

“I want to show you something.”

Mary watched as he pulled out several pictures. She took them and started flipping through them. She couldn't believe what she was looking at.

“What is this, some kind of joke?”

“It's real. I have restored your family home in France. We can live there together with my Vampire children and someday children of our own.”

Mary could feel herself tearing up. She wanted to find someone and have children, but Maurice? He wasn't the right person for her.

“I'm sorry, Maurice. My answer is no. I don’t want to see you again. Don’t contact me again,” Mary said sternly. She hoped she conveyed the finality of this statement. She stood up and Maurice stood with her. She took his hand. “You be well and find peace in your life.”