The Vampire and the Virgin (32 page)

spotted the mysterious men who had materialized earlier. They were leaving the barns and the storm cellar.

They were headed in her direction.

She veered toward the cornfield so they wouldn’t see her.

No. Go to the car. Leave now
.

Her steps slanted back toward the car. Damn! What was she doing? She felt exposed.

She pulled J.L.’s keys from her pocket and hit the unlock button. The car’s headlights flashed. She winced.

Those guys would see her for sure now.

Hurry up. Leave.

She walked up to the driver’s side door.

“Olivia?” someone shouted.

She froze.
Robby?
She turned and saw a man break apart from the group that had materialized. He sprinted

toward her, passing through the light of the second house.

“Robby,” she whispered. It was him. He was wearing a kilt that swished about his knees as he ran toward

her.

“Ms. Sotiris, leave now!” Whelan yelled.

She saw the CIA man and Alyssa walking up the driveway. It was Whelan who was making her leave.

Somehow, he was projecting commands into her head.

A hot blast seared her brow, and she flinched.

Get in the car and leave.

She reached for the door handle.

“Olivia!” Robby called.

She paused, and suddenly he was there.

“Olivia.” He touched her arm. “What are ye doing here?”

“Olivia.” He touched her arm. “What are ye doing here?”

“I must leave.”

He peered closely at her. “Are ye all right?”

She shook her head. “I must leave.”

“Back away from her, MacKay!” Whelan yelled.

Robby glared at the CIA man. “Release her. Ye have no right to control her.”

Whelan snorted. “Better me than you. You know this woman?”

“Aye. Release her now, or I’ll do it.”

“Fine,” Whelan growled. “But you leave her alone.”

“I willna harm her,” Robby said between gritted teeth.

“Right,” Whelan snarled. “Just like no one’s harmed Shanna or Emma.”

A hot wind swooshed through Olivia’s mind, and she swayed. Her keys tumbled to the ground.

Robby grabbed her forearms to steady her. “Are ye all right now?”

“Robby.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Thank God you’re here.” She shot an angry look at the CIA

man. “He was trying to control me.”

“You idiot!” Whelan shouted. “I was trying to protect you.”

Robby hugged her tight. “’Tis all right, sweetheart.”

“Shit,” Whelan muttered. “Another woman compromised.”

“He seems to actually care for her,” Alyssa said.

Whelan slanted a suspicious look at her. “Go back to the car and wait for us.”

As Alyssa walked away, Whelan crossed his arms and scowled at Robby. “Why can’t you bastards pick on

your own kind?”

Robby rubbed a hand up and down Olivia’s back. “Go on about yer business, Whelan, and leave us alone.”

Whelan. Now Olivia recalled where she’d heard the name. Robby had mentioned it on Patmos. As her mind

continued to clear from Whelan’s control, she realized that Robby was one of the guys who had magically

appeared.

She stepped back, pulling out of his arms. “What’s going on, Robby? What are you doing here?”

“Great,” Whelan grumbled. “Now she starts thinking. A little too late.”

Robby gave the CIA man an annoyed look, then turned back to Olivia. “Ye know I work for an agency that

specializes in investigation. We’re working with the CIA on this case.”

Whelan snorted. “That’s a cleaned up version.”

Robby scowled at him. “Ye called Connor an hour ago about this place. Ye wanted us to come here first.”

“I thought the Malcontents might still be here,” Whelan said. “Are they?”

Robby shook his head. “They’ve already left.”

“Who are the Malcontents?” Olivia asked. “And how did you magically appear in the front yard?”

Robby stiffened.

Whelan chuckled. “Yeah, try explaining that to your girlfriend.”

Robby’s jaw shifted. “The Malcontents are the terrorists I told you about.”

“The ones who tortured you?” she asked.

“Aye. We believe they murdered these people.”

“Stop sanitizing the truth,” Whelan snarled. “They drained every drop of blood from these people, then

slashed their throats to hide the bite marks.”

Olivia stepped back and bumped into the car. “Bite marks?”

“Did you find any blood around the victims?” Whelan asked.

She shook her head no.

“Whelan, enough.” Robby glowered at him. “I need to talk to her in private.”

“You haven’t told her yet?” Whelan scoffed. “Typical. You bastards are never honest about yourselves.”

Olivia swallowed hard. As much as she disliked Whelan, she was afraid he had a point. Robby had

materialized out of thin air. And then, there were the other things, like red glowing eyes and leaving her

apartment without unlocking the door. She realized with a jolt that he might have simply vanished. “What—what

are you?”

Robby regarded her sadly. “I was going to tell you. Tomorrow night.”

“Vampires!” Whelan blurted out.

Robby winced.

Olivia blinked. “What?”

“Vampires,” Whelan repeated.

Robby’s green eyes glittered as he glared at Whelan. “For God’s sake, man, go away and let me handle this.”

A cold chill teased the back of Olivia’s neck. “There’s no such thing as vampires.”

“Think about it, Ms. Sotiris,” Whelan said. “The victims were drained of all blood before their throats were

slashed. They were manipulated with vampire mind control. That’s why they have no defensive wounds. They

never fought back ’cause they were completely controlled.”

Vampire mind control? She didn’t want to believe vampires existed, but Whelan’s description of the crime

scene was too accurate. Why would anyone steal a person’s blood? Unless they needed it to survive. “How do

you know what the crime scene looks like? You never went inside the house.”

Whelan shrugged. “I’ve seen it before. They always use the same M.O.”

She looked at Robby. He wasn’t denying any of it. He was simply watching her with a worried expression. “Is

She looked at Robby. He wasn’t denying any of it. He was simply watching her with a worried expression. “Is

it true? Do vampires really exist?”

He nodded. “Some are evil, but some are good.”

She rubbed her forehead. This was crazy. She might as well believe in leprechauns and fairies. Vampires.

Bloodsuckers. They’d slashed the victims’ throats to hide bite marks. That meant fangs. A shudder skittered

through her. Vampire mind control.

She flinched and looked at Whelan. “You controlled my mind.” She moved closer to Robby, and he wrapped

an arm around her shoulders.

Whelan rolled his eyes. “Oh come on. I’m not the vampire. I’m the one who told you about them.”

“Leave us,” Robby whispered. “Let me tell her.”

Whelan snorted. “You’ll just control her and make her stay with you, the same way Roman does to my

daughter.”

A chill settled on Olivia as memories flashed through her mind. Red glowing eyes, puncture marks in her

pillow. Robby never answered the phone or e-mail during the day. She never saw him during the day. Never saw

him eat or drink. And could never read his emotions.

She jumped back and stared at him. “No,” she whispered. “No.”

“Olivia, I can explain.”

“Can you deny it? Can you tell me you’re
not
a—” She couldn’t even say it.

He stepped toward her. “Ye know I love you.”

She stepped back farther and shook her head. He wasn’t denying it. She couldn’t believe it. He wasn’t

denying it.

“There’s no need to be afraid,” he said quietly. “We can talk about it.”

A strange sound escaped her mouth, a cross between disbelief and despair. This was the important thing

he’d wanted to tell her.

She glanced to the side. The people who had materialized earlier were gathered together by the road. They

were keeping a distance and pretending not to watch, but they were casting worried glances at her and Robby

and scowling at Whelan.

Vampires
. They were all vampires. The murderers were vampires. And Robby.

“No!” She turned and ran into the cornfield. Green leaves swished at her. She batted them away and kept

running. Vampires? No. It was ridiculous. It was crazy.

It made sense. It explained everything.

She charged through the field behind the houses. She needed J.L. and Barker. She needed real people.

“Olivia?” J.L. emerged onto the corn row she was running down. “What’s wrong?”

“J.L.!” She sprinted toward him.

Barker joined him.

“Oh thank God. You’re both okay.” She ran into J.L.’s arms and hugged him.

“We were headed back to you,” J.L. said. “Are you okay?”

“No.” She stepped back, still breathing heavily from her run. And the shock. “You’re not going to believe it. It

—it’s unbelievable.”

“You figured it out?” J.L. asked.

“Yes.” She pressed a hand to her chest.

“Wow,” J.L. muttered. “I had no idea till Barker led me back to his clothes.”

“What?”

“Then you don’t know?” J.L. looked at their supervisor. “Maybe you should tell her.”

“What?” Olivia repeated.

Barker sighed. “I’m a shape-shifter.”

“What?”

“I was the Irish wolfhound. I shifted to try to track down the children, but I couldn’t trace their scent.”

She stared at him. “No.”

“Yes,” Barker replied.

She stepped back. “No.” Her boyfriend had fangs, and her boss was a dog? Her world was tipping upside

down. Where had all the normal people gone? She shivered. The normal people were the dead ones in the

farmhouses.

She glanced suspiciously at J.L. “And what are you? Do you turn into an animal, too?”

“I wish. I think I’d be a dragon. That would be cool.”

“No.” She retreated another step. “Not cool.” She heard swishing sounds behind her.

“Olivia?” Robby called.

She spun around. Dear God, no. He was coming after her.

“Is that Robby?” J.L. asked. “What’s he doing here?”

“Vampire,” she whispered. “They’re all vampires.”

“Holy cow,” Barker muttered.

The dog speaks, she thought faintly. Green corn plants swirled around her, and she saw dancing stars.

“Olivia.” Robby pushed through some plants into their row.

She stumbled back, and Barker caught her. She lurched away from him, and Robby made a grab for her. God,

no. She was stuck between a vampire and a man-dog. The cornfield swayed, and everything went black.

no. She was stuck between a vampire and a man-dog. The cornfield swayed, and everything went black.

R
obby swooped Olivia up in his arms. A surge of guilt shot through him. He should

have told her the truth weeks ago. But was there ever a good time to tell someone you were a bloodsucker? The

poor lass had run away in horror, and now she was in a dead faint.

“Wait a minute.” J.L. regarded him suspiciously. “Why was she talking about vampires?”

“She just met one.” Robby caught the scent of the tall man beside J.L. “Ye’re a shifter?”

The man stiffened. “You know about shifters?”

“Aye. Are ye a wolf?”

“Wolfhound. I’m Patrick O’Shea Barker. FBI.”

“Och. Ye’re Olivia’s supervisor. She’s mentioned you before. In a favorable way, of course. I’m Robby MacKay

of MacKay Security and Investigation. We have a few shifters in our employ.”

“Really? That’s interesting.”

“Stop!” J.L. held up his hands. “Rewind. I don’t think we sufficiently covered the vampire thing. Are you freaking

telling me vampires are
real
?”

“Aye.” Robby held Olivia close and strode along the corn row, headed toward the farmhouses.

“Where are you going with her?” J.L. followed closely behind.

Robby sighed. She probably didn’t want to see him when she awoke. “Do ye have a safe place to take her?”

“We have rooms at the motel in town,” Barker said.

“Good.” Robby reached the backyard. The two FBI men flanked him and watched him warily.

“Aren’t you one of the guys who materialized here?” J.L. asked. “How the hell did you do that?”

Robby winced. They hadn’t realized they’d had an audience. He started down a worn path between the two

farmhouses. “Does the car in the driveway belong to one of you?”

“It’s mine,” J.L. said. “Harrison and the sheriff left.”

“What?” Barker gave J.L. an incredulous look. “Harrison left? Why did he do that?”

“Beats me.” J.L. glared at Robby. “They met some guys in kilts, and the next thing we know, they’re driving off.”

Robby sighed inwardly. That would have been Connor and Angus. They’d been the first to arrive. They’d called

the local sheriff’s office and teleported there. Then, using vampire mind control, they’d persuaded the operator

to call the sheriff’s car radio. They’d erased memories and teleported to the sheriff’s car, using the radio as a

beacon.

“Yer companions were told to leave,” Robby admitted.

“Why would Harrison do what some strangers told him to do?” Barker asked. “I’m his boss, and he doesn’t

obey me half the time.”

“Vampire mind control.” Robby spotted his colleagues gathered by the road. Their number had dwindled.

Some must have teleported away.

Barker motioned toward them. “Those guys over there are vampires?”

“Aye, but doona worry. They willna harm you.”

“Whoa.” J.L. halted with a jerk. “Then you’re a vampire, too?”

Robby groaned inwardly. “Aye.” Olivia stirred in his arms, so he hurried toward the car.

Barker kept up with him. “You bite people?”