31. Conspire

Genre: Paranormal romance, drama

Type: Series
Characters: Devon, Eloise, Krisis, J.D. Krimsyn, Dr. Jacqueline Steinberg
Prompt:017. Conspire

Word Count: 788 +

Warning: language, violence

Rating:  M- (coarse language, adult situations, nudity. N.B-Applies to the whole series)

Summary: Devon accepts help

017. Conspire

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Bridgeport, present day

"I'm going to kill that sonofabitch!" Krisis's enraged cry resonated around the room, shocking Eloise and Krimsyn. He half listened to J.D. give him a thousand reasons why killing Vladimir was a bad idea, all the while  keeping an eye on Devon.

He was highly pissed and just as scared. A dangerous combination for a vampire. J.D. was trying hard to calm him, but at that moment he couldn't be appeased. Didn't want to. He was out for blood. Vladimir would not live to see another day.

He knew his clan was right though, they should just get Leigh and get the hell out of there. Get the authorities involved and let justice run its course.  

But fuck justice. He wanted revenge!

He didn't need Devon's accusations, didn't need Krimsyn's disappointed glares, he had enough guilt to last him a lifetime. A lifetime he wasn't looking forward to without Leigh. He knew Vladimir was after her, knew she was in danger, and he still left her alone. He was thankful Devon had called when he did, otherwise he would never have known Leigh was in trouble. He'd thought she was home safe, or at least at her friend's house since that's where she said she'd go when they'd talked about Vladimir.

He'd tried reaching her numerous times only to find her phone off, and he'd bitterly jumped to the conclusion she was avoiding his calls. He'd assumed she didn't want to talk him and she'd meant what she said about him being her one night stand! He felt horrible now for being angry with her.
God, how could he have been so wrong?

Across the room, Devon was quietly mulling over the last fifteen minutes. The thick tension in the air was the only reminder of their battle earlier when Krisis and his clan showed up at his apartment. He couldn’t believe how quickly the vampire was healing. No traces of bruises on his face, no hint of the blows he’d dealt him…

Bloody vampire! He thought bitterly, resenting their very presence in his house, cursing the day Leigh took the job. They knew she looked like that dead actress, Laura Greene. They knew it would cause problems for her, but they still invited her into their lives, luring her with their insane amounts of money. Money worth shit if she wasn’t found. Soon.

They were wasting time, coming up with stupid plans. They knew Vladimir Schlick had her, and he didn’t see why they couldn’t just storm his castle or whatever shit hole he lived in.

But the vampires insisted on patience, and careful planning. When they struck, it had to be brutal, but clean. A mess would draw the attention of the vampire council, and that’s the last thing they wanted. Vladimir’s clan would also zero in on him and Eloise. They didn’t want to start a blood bath without enough reinforcement.

He rubbed his jaw, convinced there was a bruise there. Eloise sat crying on the couch, and the vampire woman, Krimsyn, was consoling her.

 J.D. was speaking quietly with Krisis in the corner; heated words were exchanged between them. Devon saw something weird and unsettling flash in the vampire’s glowing blue eyes every time his friend mentioned Leigh’s name. Pain? Regret? Love? Everything? He hoped it was just the first two. There was no way in hell he’d let the bloodsucker near Leigh again…No way.

The doorbell rang, and Devon glanced at the vampire quizzically.

“Reinforcement,” Krisis mumbled as way of explanation when three more vampires walked into the room, at Eloise's invitation.

Introductions were made, handshakes were offered, but Devon declined. He wasn’t shaking hands with vampires. They were deceitful creatures who’d put his sister’s life in danger. He wasn’t about to go buddy- buddy with the filthy lot.

The one with the long blonde hair, Dr. Steinberg or something, hovered around Krisis, sniffing him out like a bitch on heat. And he knew instantly they were lovers.

The mother fucker was playing Leigh! Bedding her, yet he had his vampire lover!

“You sonofabitch!” He lunged at Krisis again, their bodies crashing to the floor.

Devon pummeled his fists on Krisis' marble face again and again, feeling his knuckles break, but still not willing to give up. In a heartbeat, their roles changed, with Krisis throttling the living daylights out of him now.

“Stop it!” Eloise screamed, and Krimsyn pulled off her brother.

For a long time the two men glared at each other, while Eloise continued with her sniffles. Krisis would have killed Devon if he wasn't Leigh's brother, and Devon would have done the same, if he wasn't a vampire.

When everyone had calmed down they settled around the dining table and worked on their plan, amidst glares and growls from Krisis and Devon…The two men knew it wasn’t over between them, not by a long shot...

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