(29) Trevor Wallace – Dhampir

Vik and his…lovers are out in their backyard. The grill is hot, the steaks just about ready to go on, it looks like, when I say, from the top of the wall “Got one for me?”

I jump down, holding my hands out to show I'm not armed.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Vik asks. He takes a quick glance at Pete and Mychael. Gives a small shake of his head to let them know to stand down. At least until they knew why I'm here and why I’ve chosen this way to arrive.

I hold my ground, eyes flicking over each of them. “Technically, I’m supposed to be killing you,” I finally reply to Vik.

“I thought we’d been over that and called a truce of sorts.” Vik tenses, just in case.

“We have, and we did.” I take two steps toward them. “I’ve been sent by someone else who seems to want you dead.”

Vik frowns. “Who?”

“He didn’t bother to leave his name.” I drop down on to one of the chairs. “But he has a friend of mine he’s holding captive until he knows I’ve completed the job. I have two days.”

“Vampyre, or human,” Mychael asks, relaxing his stance.

“Vampyre, and old, from the feeling I got off him.”

“Why the hell would an old Vampyre want me dead?" Vik says. "Technically I’m still a fledgling and my Sire is long gone, two years truly dead thanks to…someone.”

I cock an eyebrow but don't ask. “He didn’t tell me why. Just do it or my friend dies. ‘Horribly’ as he put it. I don’t want that on my conscience. And yes, believe it or not I do have one.”

“Never really doubted it despite the games you were playing. Not after our talk.” Vik sits down in the chair beside me. “So the question is, are you going to do as he ordered?”

“That depends on you and your…what do I call them? Lovers?”

“That works though they do have names. How does it depend on us?”

I looked at Mychael and Pete then back at Vik. “Can we come up with something that makes it look as if I did take you out?”