“Yes, yes, humans and their petty, biological reactions.”
“You were one of those humans once.” Jezebel placed the priest’s hand on Faust’s shoulder. “Mmm, what a gorgeous boy you had been.”
“Are you here just to reminisce? My next tribute isn’t due for a year.”
“There is a threat brewing. Heaven has found a way to strike at you.”
“So there are holes in our agreement.” Faust took another sip of his blood. It stained his lips. “Why am I not surprised.”
“And that’s why I have tainted this priest and recruited whores for him. He shall defeat the threat for you.”
“You’ve made the women into familiars?” Faust arched an eyebrow. “And Heaven let you get away with that?”
“An angel was naughty. She broke the rules and gifted me a large intercession. I used it well. Though Father Augustine would still have protected you without it. He knows the threat facing you.”
Faust eyes narrowed. “I planned on killing the good father. I guess that’s out of the question.”
“Definitely. He’s your new ally.”
“So, what is this threat? Has a host of Knights Venator been dispatched with an angel leading the van?”
“A pair of vampires.”
“That’s it. Dante, Joe, and Karl can handle them.” He motioned to the three guards. “They’re thralls. Strong, quick, and trained.”
“And these vampires are former hunters.”
Faust’s eyebrows narrowed. “Who are these Hunters? And how did Heaven stomach using a pair of vampires, even if they were fallen agents?”
“Damien and Abigail D’Angelo. Some of the best. As vampires, they’ll deci—”
Faust burst into laughter. Jezebel seethed at the mocking tone. Anger flared through her and into Father Augustine’s body. The priest clenched his fist and straightened his back. He almost burst out of her control.
“Why are you laughing, Faust?”
“I have already killed Damien, and Abigail is my thrall. I turned her.”
Jezebel hissed. “You went after a pair of hunters?”
“Hunters that killed so many of my beautiful children. Starting with Vincent.” Faust face twisted. “So I baited a trap for Abigail, turned her, and sent her home. She turned her husband and bound him for me. I cuckold Damien over and over then left him bound for the sun to finish off. He died at dawn.”
“He did not.” Jezebel struggled to control he anger. “That was the angelic intercession I felt. That bitch Aurora kept him alive. Damien fed and turned in his house. Girls seen after dawn went missing in there. He’s here in Chicago, and he’ll be out for blood.”
“I…see.” Faust’s jaw twitched.
“No, you don’t. That’s how Heaven found their opportunity. You involved yourself in mortal’s lives. Damien and Abigail are free to seek vengeance against a vampire that attacked them without receiving Heaven’s instructions. It bypassed my protection. You created this mess.”
“Well, I still have Abigail.”
“Good. Where?”
“I left her at a party. She is being…punished.” A smile crossed his lips. “I let the humans fuck her and degrade her. Then she’ll have to spend the day in that mansion, lurking from the sun while drenched in their cum. It’s a very open place with lots of windows. She will have to work hard not to die. I have cameras set up to watch. I have been looking forward to it”
“You need her under your direct control.”
Faust nodded. “Yes, yes. If Damien has any vestiges of his old self left, she can be used against him.”
The doors opened. A tall, female vampiress walked in wearing a tight, black skirt and low-cut blouse. She was pale and lovely, her heels clicked as she crossed the floor. She moved with the grace of a hungry predator.
“Lynette, the sun will rise soon,” Faust said. “What are you doing here?” He glanced at Jezebel. “My secretary. Vincent sired her. His first child. He turned her just after she became eighteen, preserving her beauty.”
“Sir, the security company at the mansion just phoned us,” Lynette said. “Their alarms went off. None of the guards are answering.”
Faust’s lips tightened. “Have you tried to call over there?”
“No one is answering, not even Trenton and Al.”
“Damien,” cursed Jezebel. Her control over the priest slipped. “Expect him to know a way of severing your control over Abigail.”
Faust turned to the window. The horizon lightened as dawn approached. “He will not be coming in the daytime. Your priest must find his lair and kill him before nightfall.”
“He will,” Jezebel said and then her control slipped away.
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Abigail laughed as the SUV roared off. Bloodlust and excitement burned through the vampiress. She was free of Faust, reunited with her husband, and violence was in the air. She glanced at the mansion. Every human that had abused her was dead, killed by Damien’s harem.
Her husband had been busy in the twenty-four hours since they had parted.
Abigail squeezed her thighs together. They were sticky with Damien’s cum and her pussy juices. She sat naked on the seat. She leaned back and rolled down the window, thrusting her foot outside, letting the wind roll over her toes and down her leg to caress her naked pussy.
She delighted in the sensation.
Damien’s eyes glanced over at her as he drove. She shuddered and her nipples hardened beneath his gaze. His nostrils flared as he scented her excitement. Everything was enhanced as a vampire—smells, touches, tastes, sex, violence.
“Do you hear those sirens?” Damien asked. “They’re coming for us.”
“Innocent mortals, Sir,” Aurora said from the back. The corrupted angel’s body was splattered in blood of the mortals she butchered inside.
“Yes, yes,” Damien said. “We’ll try not to kill them.”
“Try,” pouted Abigail.
“We’re still Knights Venator. We’ll protect the humans. We just don’t have to worry about…collateral any longer.”
“And what if I’m hungry?”
“No one begrudges the shepherd taking a lamb from the flock to feed his family.”
Abigail shuddered and licked her lips. “Ooh, yes. Family. Is that what we have here?” She glanced at the angel and the two vampiresses in the back. Mary’s black dress was soaked in blood and Rosa’s golden-brown body was smeared in it. Abigail scented dozens of different humans blood on them. “Are we a family?”
“We’re whatever Sire wants to call us,” answered Rosa.
“We’re a kinky family,” giggled Mary. “Mmm, especially with Britney and Vickie. Blood and milk, Miss Abigail, that’s a wonderful combination. Wait until you try it.”
“I can’t wait.”
“My feisty redhead,” grinned Damien.
Ahead, the first patrol car appeared.
Lights flared as the cop car tuned sideways to block the street and slow their approach. Abigail’s sharp gaze let her see across the distance and peer into the car. She caught the officers gaze and a thought popped into her head.
Can I mesmerize him from here?
She concentrated and sent out will. Move. The one word focused in her mind as she held the cops gaze. The cop car accelerated forward. Smoke squealed from the tires as they peeled out. The car lurched over the curb and smashed into a wrought iron fences.
“Mesmerizing gaze?” Damien asked.
She nodded. “You?”
“Telekinesis.”
Abigail laughed, her toes curling as the dangled out the window. She shoved her hands between her thighs and rubbed at her wet cunt. “Show me what you can do on the next cop, dear.”