The Vampire and Her Human Mate

4| The job

Bianca had no time to track him down. She had a job to do. It was only Sunday, and she was already itching to get back to him. She had to cut him out of her.

She was back in Europe. Where she belonged. The Goddess gave her an American? A human and an American? Stupid moon cow. Rage boiled within her. At what had happened. How she had reacted. The fact that she’d only got to bed him once. She planned to take her time all night with him. Then the fact that she forgot to bloody well reject him after all that. And now she was going to have to go back there and track him down.

A series of clicks alerted her to her prey. They were opening up plastic tubs, searching for something. But she had already moved the item. It was the second part of her assignment, but she had already done it the night before. And good thing she never just accepted others' intelligence. She was also supposed to take this man out in a different location, but this would work much better.

The man below her gave a frustrated yell, realising it wasn’t there anymore. He kicked one of the tubs, its content of ceramic idols crashing to the ground.

“That stupid bastard,” his voice dripped with his hate. But he was only human - this was going to be a piece of cake.

She opened her senses, using her hearing to make sure no one who wasn’t supposed to be around was near - confident they were alone, she launched herself from the cross beam above him - dropping the four meters directly onto his shoulders. He gave a startled and pained cry as she sent him crashing to the floor.

This was the part where it always felt petty. She could have killed him without him even realising. But the instigator always wanted them to know. The victim was always a piece of s**t too though, so Bianca easily brushed it off.

The man looked up at her from the ground, unable to get up - she had broken his collarbone - maybe a few ribs.

“Tannon sends his regards.”

His eyes opened wide. “You have no idea what you’ve done.”

She ignored his words and swiftly gripped his head and snapped his neck. She wasn’t hungry. She still had the taste of Beau in her mouth - she didn’t want to sully that yet.

She packed up the tub, meticulously cleaning up the broken ceramic - she searched far and wide, fanning out to make sure that nothing had skidded under another object. She didn’t miss anything.

Satisfied, she slung the dead man over her shoulder - she would be using his car to help him disappear. She threw him into the boot, taking a moment to remove the GPS.

She whistled and a short figure came out of the shadows. The woman took the object and gave Bianca a wink as she walked away to take the GPS on a merry little journey. Bianca would deal with the body and then drop the car off to be stripped. She had her tech guy loop all cameras in for the five likely journeys he would have taken here. And now that they had his GPS they would check it before doctoring it so it looked like he never came here.

She could be back in the states by Tuesday, Wednesday at the latest.

~*~

Beau was woken by a soft knock at his bedroom door. He groaned and yelled something along the lines of go away, though there were profanities thrown in there.

"Hey man. You okay?" Toby cracked the door and peeked in.

Beau threw an arm across his eyes. "I'm sick." It was a lie.

"Aren't you working at the library today?"

He groaned even louder.

Toby came into the room. "Dude. Have you not changed since Friday night?"

Without showing his face he rolled into his pillow. So what? So what if it was Sunday and he hadn't showered or changed since Friday night. So what if he hadn't eaten, barely slept. He'd only drank water because he already kept a 5L water dispenser in his room. He hadn’t spoken to anyone since Saturday morning when he had tried unsuccessfully to get the hotel to give him her details. She had already checked out and they were not sharing any of their customer details. He wondered if he could break in at the next event. Yeah, sounded like a really unhinged way to lose his job.

"Are you sick," he did air quotes, not that Beau could see, "or sick sick?"

"Both."

Toby barked a laugh, "Come on man. You know how much you like working at the library. Plus I know Friday night was super embarrassing, but Chad was pretty cool with it so apart from looking like a diarrhea ridden twit, you came out alright."

Beau spoke muffled gibberish into his pillow.

"Wha?"

Beau twisted his face, "I met someone."

"No s**t? Pray tell, when did you fit that in? Last I saw you, you were cleaning up your disgusting ass and heading home, and here you are in the same clothes. Gross by the way."

"I didn't have diarrhea," he admitted.

"Exsqueeze me?"

"Something happened, a thing that's been happening. A- a- a nerve thing." What else could he call it? "It goes away after a while and then when I was leaving there was this woman-"

"The blonde?" Toby asked in shock. He remembered seeing the woman outside the function when he'd gone back in after checking on Beau.

Beau turned to look at his flatmate. Toby could see his eyes were bloodshot. He had two day old stubble and his hair was lank and greasy.

"You saw her?" The hope in his voice was pathetic, even to his own ears. In the last thirty odd hours Beau had started to think he'd dreamt it.

"Dude. Everyone saw her. She was fine as hell. She worked for the guy that booked Chad's Catering." He sat at the foot of the bed. "s**t dude. You jonesing for a woman you didn't even talk to? I knew you were repressed, but shiiit."

"I'm not repressed." He frowned. This was one of Toby's go to. "I'm just not into guys."

"Everyone's into everyone," Toby claimed.

"You're crazy." He shook his head. "In any case I did speak with her," he laughed stupidly and it made tears come to eyes, "well actually, no, I barely spoke to her..."

Toby scrutinized the other man. "Holy frijoles. Did you have a hook up with her?"

"Yeah," he said miserably.

"What is wrong with you man? Did she peg you or something?"

"She kicked me out afterwards. She didn't even tell me her name."

Toby laughed like a hyena. "You're such a dork. Man, that's every man's fantasy. Was she kinky? She looked li-"

Beau threw his pillow at Toby.

"Hey!"

Beau quickly grabbed it back. He liked to imagine her smell had gotten onto it from him.

"Dude. Just chalk it up to life experience and chill the f**k out. You're acting like she stole your virginity." He stood up and opened the curtains.

Beau made a cat hiss sound like from those silly vampire movies. Toby laughed at him, clocking him a quick punch in the shoulder on his way out.

"Have a shower you turd, and go to the only job you have that you actually like."

~*~