The Obscurati (25 page)

We never talked about the Obscurati or the queen except to say that we were being called away to do certain jobs. The trouble was that Lonny already knew about silver, the basement, and my sniper rifle. He said none of the other humans knew, but he was just really smart about stuff. We explained that being smart could sometimes be fatal. It took a while, but he finally got the message.

He continued to run our little empire, and he took up residence in the room once occupied by Menz and Paco. I had mixed emotions about that, but Oberon convinced me that it would be a good idea to help us move on.

Lonny wasn’t oversexed like Oberon. He might have been exclusive with us. I didn’t ask. He didn’t tell, but he always seemed to be available when I wanted to play with his butt or to be top. He was always available when Oberon wanted his ass. Lonny became a full member of our family, and all three of us were happy. It took time, but Oberon relaxed because he knew that he and I were still the main deal.

What I didn’t say was that I wanted to take things to the next level: a ménage à trois. That was what we basically had, but we didn’t use the term. I didn’t push it, but I did speak to Pierre about it. He told me that I was off my rocker, so I let the whole thing slide.

I had two men in my life. Oberon was always numero uno, and I could not imagine getting through a day without him. He was the man of my dreams. Lonny was there too, and I had to admit that I was in love with him too. At first it was just lust and friendship, but it had grown into something more. It wasn’t like it was with Oberon, but I loved being around Lonny.

Maybe it was a Texas thing.

I was in love with two men, and that confused and scared me. Oberon was always the one who wanted extra men, but he slowly adjusted to having Lonny in the equation. Lonny was always eager for anything. He told us both that he was madly in love with both of us, and he wanted to spend a thousand years with us.

Lonny kept his own bedroom but spent more time with us than he did by himself. He never wanted to go hunting for human sex. He was completely happy and satisfied being with Oberon and me. When I thought about it, I freaked out. Oberon told me he loved me and that I just needed to relax and enjoy our really complicated life.

Neither of them tried to get me to leave the other. I had two men loving me, and that scared the daylights out of me.

Let’s review: three vampires, and two of us were the most feared Obscurati hit squad on the planet. The third was a tall guy who liked running all our estates and managing our empire. Oberon still wanted to have sex several times a day. I was happy with once or twice a day. Lonny was just happy; if he got sex, that was great, if he didn’t, there would always be tomorrow. Oberon was the mad scientist, I was the trigger man, and Lonny was the business manager.

On some level, it all seemed so natural. I didn’t know how we had gotten to that point, but I liked it. All our pieces fit, and all three of us had jobs we could do. I didn’t like pulling the trigger sometimes, but that was something I had to deal with. I knew it was something that needed to be done, even if I hated murdering teenage vampires who didn’t know marauding and killing humans was wrong.

We had a lot of moving pieces, but somehow all the pieces were able to fly in close formation.

Hamlet was a regular visitor. He had given up on teaching me how to fight, but Lonny was willing to learn. They seemed to enjoy each other. I think it was all business. If there was any hanky-panky, I didn’t know about it. I didn’t want to know.

L
ONNY
and I were playing Texas hold ’em, and he was wiping the floor with me. He was a great poker player, and I was down about €5,000.
Why do I even play poker with him? He always wins.

Suddenly there was a loud screech. All the alarms in the Bavarian mansion went off at once. Someone or something had crossed the security bubble over the estate. When the humans heard the alarm, they scrambled to safety like they were trained.

Lonny took charge of the safety of the humans, so we didn’t have to worry about them. He was blazingly fast but not very good with levitation, but he had all the staff trained and did regular security drills. They found shelter quickly regardless of where they were on the property, and this time it wasn’t a drill. This time, all those drills saved their hides.

Oberon played back a recording of the security system. Radar had picked up seven objects moving at vampire speed. They had gone through the invisible bubble and landed in a wooded area inside our security perimeter about two kilometers from the main house. Radar and strategically placed TV cameras could pick them up. Damn, Lonny had done a good job on this. It was all orderly without any panic or drama.

I grabbed my sniper rifle and an assault rifle. Oberon grabbed a duffel bag that he kept loaded for just this kind of emergency. It had rifles and ammunition and who knew what. We cloaked ourselves like that vampire in India had taught us and slowly floated toward the intruders. Oberon had a handheld monitor that was tied into the security system. It gave him a radar feed and television images of the grounds. He was able to track the seven intruders in real time.

He signaled for us to stop when we were several hundred meters away. Oberon had some sort of long-range microphone in his duffel bag, and he pointed it at the group of vampires who were sitting on a rock and talking. They apparently were the remnants of the group that had killed Menz, Paco, and six of our staff members. They were here for revenge.

What is it with these vampires? They attack the estate and still think they need revenge because we fought back?

Lonny had security professionals monitoring the television feeds and who knew what else. They told us through ear buds that the seven vampires were the only unaccounted-for objects. I told them to maintain radio silence unless it was an emergency.

Pierre popped into my head and said he was on the way. I didn’t know if the security system had alerted him directly or if he sensed the trouble. I didn’t respond because I had all my shields up. With any luck, the seven would be little ash mounds by the time he arrived with the cavalry.

I set up the PSG as fast as I could. It was hard to stay shielded and quiet. When everything was in place, Oberon wrote down the numbers that I needed to set the sight. He handed me one of the large magazines. He wanted these guys dead. The clip was full of silver bullets.

After a minute of relaxing, I started pulling the trigger. Three of the seven burst into flames instantly, but the others disappeared into the sky. Oberon tried to find them on his portable radar unit.

One was easy to find because he attacked us from behind. He raced in and grabbed my arm. Within a second, the two of us were thirty meters in the air. The rogue vampire spun and was about to throw me.
POP
went Oberon’s pistol, and the vampire went up in a blaze of flame that fell back to earth. I was a little disoriented from all the spinning. I was sure Oberon would be calling me a “dizzy queen” before the night was over. Unfortunately, the fireball set some of the dry vegetation of the forest floor on fire. I tried to put it out while Oberon located the other two vampires.

“House,” was all he said. He was off in an instant, carrying an assault rifle strapped to his back. He had his little radar unit in one hand and the pistol in the other. Oberon was a crack shot with the pistol, but I wouldn’t call him a warrior. He was lethal with the weapons, but he didn’t have the instincts of a fighter. It wouldn’t be good for him to be alone with the remaining rogue vampires. They would rip him to shreds, and I couldn’t let that happen. Not on my watch.

Another of the vampires was headed straight for me, and I was pissed. I sprang up to meet him. This was a jump, not levitation. I hit the vampire in the chest at full speed. My fist went entirely through his body. When I pulled my hand out, I grabbed the vampire’s heart. He looked startled. He also looked fairly dead. Just to be sure, I followed him down to the ground and pulled his head completely off his body. I threw the head as far as I could, which is quite a distance.

Oberon was gone. The only thing he had told me was that they were headed for the house. I saw Oberon a kilometer or two away. He was following the final two vermin. Oberon threw something at one of them.

Threw something? Was he crazy or something? Oberon was angry because these were some of the goons who had murdered Menz and Paco.

All of a sudden there was a flash, and one of the vampires was thrown upwards several hundred meters by the concussion of the explosion. The other burst into flames. Oberon had thrown an anti-vampire grenade. I didn’t even know he had such a thing, but it was impressive. I was almost useless because of the PSG. I didn’t want to drop it, because that would probably destroy the weapon, but I didn’t have time to get the sniper rifle on the ground and go join the fight.

I didn’t need to. Hamlet appeared out of nowhere. Pierre was there too, but Hamlet found the other rogue vampire. When I saw him, he had the vamp’s head in one hand and the body in the other. He just flew in and ripped the guy’s head off. No head, no vampire. Hamlet dropped both, and Pierre followed. Pierre always carries some kind of blowtorch in his pocket. I think it is like a cigarette lighter, but one that puts out a foot-long flame. He set the body and head on fire. I watched, and Oberon headed back to get all our equipment.

“It’s over, Lonny,” I said using mind-words. “You can sound the all clear.” Having Lonny turned vampire made communication easier. It didn’t matter where he was, I could always get inside his mind.

Within a few seconds, I heard several dings and beeps coming out of the house and speakers around the estate. It was the signal to the humans that whatever was wrong had been fixed.

“I was in the area,” Hamlet said.

“Thanks,” I grinned.

“What are you two going to do if we go on a long trip?” he asked.

“Dude, there were seven of them,” I complained. “We got six, you know. You drag your sorry ass in and kill one and act like you saved the friggin’ day.”

He came over to hug me and kiss me. Pierre flew up but didn’t offer any touchy-feely anything, which was okay by me. That would have freaked me out.

“Where did you get that blowtorch?” I asked.

“Any hardware store,” Pierre said. “There’s probably an all-night one in Munich. If not, let me know and I will send you a couple. They use butane, like a cigarette lighter.”

“Oh, I thought it was propane or MAPP gas or something.”

“Yikes, MAPP? You aren’t welding the bad guy. Just regular butane. You don’t need much flame to turn a vampire into a fireball, but you have to be careful to get a childproof one.”

“Why?”

“You don’t want it going off accidentally in your pocket,” Pierre said.

“Point noted.”

“How’s Lonny?” Hamlet asked.

“Great. Let’s go see him,” I said. “He kept the whole staff safe on this one, and I need to thank him.”

“There is one other matter,” Pierre said. “Hamlet and I want to borrow your estate.”

Hamlet showed me his right hand, and there was a ring with a diamond the size of Berlin.

Chapter 18

“
M
ARRIED
?”

“Yes, Father Johannes,” Hamlet said.

“Impossible,” the priest said.

“I thought you married gay couples,” Pierre said quietly.

“I do, but I love you both. I mean, I’ve known Hamlet for longer.”

“So what’s the problem?” Pierre asked.

“Marriage messes things up,” Father Johannes whispered.

“Father,” I said. “Pierre doesn’t know you like the rest of us.”

The priest pulled back, and I just shook my head.

“Do you know why men prefer to marry virgins?” the priest asked.

“No, Father,” Hamlet said.

“They can’t stand criticism.”

Pierre and Hamlet decided to get married, and they asked if they could use the chapel on the estate. Menz had had a small chapel built for some of the local humans to use. It was an Old Catholic Church (
Altkatholische Kirche
), all Catholic but not Roman Catholic. Menz said it was his way of showing the local humans that the owner of the residence wasn’t a spooky recluse.

Father Johannes had been a priest at the chapel for as long as I had been around. We never talked about having a vampire as a priest. I don’t actually know for a fact that he’s a vampire, but he hasn’t aged in a hundred years, and he only appears at night. Do the math.

Oberon and I continued to let Father Johannes say Mass in the chapel every Sunday and on the major feast days. Mass was always at night and had a fairly good following in the vampire community. Nobody seemed to mind that Oberon and I were a couple, and we never tried to hide or lie about it. If anybody knew we were vampires, they kept it to themselves. Vampires are just fictional characters, right?

Many of our human blood donors and groundskeepers are members of the church. There is another priest who comes to town on major feasts to say Mass during the day. I’m told that the chapel is completely full.