Vampire Most Wanted
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Jackie and Vincent exchanged a glance and then turned toward the house. “Just give us a couple minutes to pack our bags. Why don’t you two raid the fridge and pantry for food?”
“There’s a cooler in the pantry for cold stuff,” Jackie added, glancing back to them as they started into the house. “And bags to put the canned and dried goods in.”
“Don’t worry about blood. I’ll take care of that,” Vincent added before the two disappeared inside.
“Shall we?” Marcus asked.
Divine wanted to say no and make a run for it, but suspected she wouldn’t get far. While she’d got the better of the man when she’d gone after him with the mop, she suspected that the element of surprise had played a big factor in that. The man was immortal. He was as fast as or faster than she, and probably stronger, if only because men were physically stronger by nature.
Although it looked to her like he might be physically stronger than most male immortals too, she decided, her gaze sliding over his chest in the very tight and obviously borrowed T-shirt he was wearing. The man really had a very large, very nice physique. Funny she hadn’t really noticed that until now.
“Who bought my clothes?” Divine asked curiously as she let him lead her inside.
“Vincent had one of his people buy them,” Marcus admitted. “He asked what you normally wear and I said pretty much what you had on when we got here. That I’d never seen you in anything else, and he made a couple calls and . . .” He shrugged.
“And voilà,” she finished wryly, thinking it must be nice to have “people” to do things for you.
“He had them pick up clothes for me too, but—” Marcus glanced down at himself with a grimace.
“But he was a little off on size for you,” Divine said with amusement, and then said, “Either you pissed him off at some time in the past, or Vincent only has an eye for size when it comes to women.”
“Jackie helped him with that,” Marcus assured her.
“Oh good,” Divine murmured, and when he glanced at her in question, admitted, “Well, it would be a little alarming to think he could guess my bra size at a glance.”
His gaze slid over her bare shoulders where she’d tugged the peasant blouse to the side to ride her upper arms and she explained, “It’s strapless.”
“Oh.” He nodded.
As they entered the kitchen, Divine added, “Pretty pink with white lace trim along the bottom. I’m wearing matching panties too.”
Marcus stopped dead in the doorway as if he’d been shot and after a couple steps, Divine glanced back at him and almost smiled at the expression on his face. She didn’t know what little devil had made her say that. Really, it had surprised her as well when the words had slipped out, but the expression on his face . . .
Goodness, the man looked like he’d swallowed his tongue. He was also looking at her as if he could see the undergarments she’d described right through her clothes. For some reason that sent a thrill of excitement through her.
“Yo! Marcus?”
Divine glanced past Marcus to the stairs. Vincent was halfway down, hanging over the railing to peer into the kitchen at them through the kitchen door Marcus held open with his body.
Marcus turned to peer at the man and then cleared his throat. “Yeah?”
“Make sure you throw some ice cream in the cooler too. I want to make us some of my famous super-duper sundaes later while we’re relaxing.”
“Right. Ice cream.” Marcus nodded.
“And the fixings,” Vincent added.
“Right. Fixings.” Marcus nodded again.
Divine couldn’t see his expression, but whatever it was made Vincent suddenly frown. “You do know what fixings are needed for sundaes, right?”
When Marcus didn’t respond Vincent clucked impatiently and yelled upstairs, “Honey, can you throw a couple pairs of shorts and some T-shirts in a bag for me? Marcus hasn’t eaten in more than two millennia. If we leave it up to him we’ll be stuck with Puppy Chow or something.”
“You have a puppy?” Divine asked curiously.
Vincent lowered his gaze back to them and grinned. “Yeah. We dropped her at the vet’s last night. She was being operated on this morning. Spayed,” he added and then frowned. “We were supposed to pick her up at four.” Raising his head he yelled, “Jackie, we forgot to pick up Little One at four.”
“Crap,” they heard from upstairs. “I think they’re open until eight. I’ll call.”
Divine raised an eyebrow. “You don’t plan on bringing her along to, do you? I mean, what if they set the RV on fire again or blow it up this time or something?”
Vincent stiffened and then raised his head and yelled, “I’ll call the office and have someone pick her up if they’re open. They can take her to the kennel tomorrow until we get back.”
“Oh, but—”
“It’s safer for her,” Vincent interrupted.
There was a pause and then Jackie sighed. “Okay.”
Vincent nodded, but didn’t look pleased himself as he came down the rest of the stairs to join them in the kitchen. Once there he commented, “You know, Bastien should really have some of his scientists look into developing nanos for dogs.”
“Why not just give our nanos to the dog and see if it takes?” Divine suggested, crossing the kitchen to a set of double doors she suspected was the pantry. She was right, she saw once she opened them.
“Because that wouldn’t work,” Marcus said with a laugh.
“Why?” Divine asked absently as she flipped on a switch, lighting up the small room lined with shelves. A survey of the contents on the shelves left her a little bewildered. There were fruits and vegetables. She recognized those, but there were a ton of other items she didn’t recognize. What the devil was Spam? she wondered.
“You’re kidding, right?”
Divine glanced over her shoulder to see Marcus in the doorway, peering at her with wide, disbelieving eyes. Shifting uncomfortably, she asked, “About what?”
“About why our nanos wouldn’t work for dogs,” he said. “I mean, they were made to work with the human anatomy and chemistry only. The scientists who made them programmed them that way. They—”
“Scientists?” Divine interrupted with surprise before she could catch herself. She hadn’t realized the nanos that made her so strong and gave her such a long life were man-made. She’d thought . . . well, she supposed she’d just assumed they were a part of every immortal, as natural as gills on a fish. That immortals were maybe a different species to humans or something.
Divine hadn’t been educated on the origin of immortals before she’d been kidnapped, and certainly Leonius hadn’t had any desire to teach her anything that didn’t have to do with horror and pain. Once she was free of him, her time had been taken up with running and hiding and constantly moving to avoid the great and monstrous Lucian Argeneau. It had left little time to ponder the origins of her people or the source of their nanos.
“Divine,” Marcus said slowly. “Did no one teach you about—?”
“Of course they did,” she interrupted sharply. Turning away, she picked up a can of Spam as she added, “I was just pulling your leg.”
A long silence passed, and then Vincent said, “Marcus, come help me with this, will you?”
Divine remained completely still until he moved away and then let her breath out on a sigh. She should have just admitted that she didn’t know, but she hadn’t wanted to look stupid in front of Marcus. Divine had no idea why that should be the case. She wasn’t stupid. She knew that, and not knowing something didn’t make her stupid. It just meant she didn’t know something. It did not take away from all the things she did know. No one could know everything there was to know on this vast planet, no matter how many years or centuries they’d lived. For instance, she had no clue what Spam was and didn’t care who knew that. So why did not knowing their origins bother her and make her feel ignorant?
Sighing, Divine set the can of Spam back on the shelf. She wasn’t packing anything she didn’t recognize . . . which was pretty much everything in a can or box in the pantry. Shaking her head, she grabbed a folded bag from the shelf, opened it, and began to place vegetables into it.
Thirteen
“I’m just so glad that you’re both all right,” Madge said, beaming on both Divine and Marcus.
“Yes.” Managing a smile, Divine nodded and then changed her expression to an apologetic one. “I’m really sorry, Madge. I thought I’d left a note to let you know that Marco was taking me to get a new RV. I guess in all the excitement and chaos I just forgot. Or maybe it just got mislaid. I was sure I left that note.”
It was at least the twelfth time Divine had told that lie. She was beginning to find it hard to keep her smile in place as she repeated it, but then the past eight hours had been a bit harried. They’d arrived at the carnival site to find it empty The only evidence that it had ever even been there was some yellow police crime scene tape that had caught in the branches of a tree at the edge of the grounds and was fluttering in the hot, dry breeze.
Divine, Marcus, Vincent, and Jackie had headed straight to the police station from there and then the fire department. As Vincent had suggested, the arson investigator had quickly recognized the fire as deliberately set. Divine had apparently been the number one suspect at first. At least until they learned from various witnesses, both carnies and townies alike, that she had been in town when it started, had returned to find it in flames, and was now missing. When Marcus’s absence had then been noted, he had become the prime suspect for both the arson and her kidnapping.
There had been no other choice but for Divine, Marcus, Vincent, and Jackie to use a combination of finessing memories, influencing thoughts, and even a touch of mind wiping to turn the situation around. By the time they’d finished, the whole ordeal had turned from arson and kidnapping to nothing more than an accidental fire with no insurance claim, no one injured, and nothing of real note about the entire episode. They’d then ensured the file went missing, both hard copy and digital.
After that had been taken care of, they’d followed the carnival to its next scheduled stop. They’d arrived at the fairgrounds where the carnival was set up to find the midway silent and dark, and the carnies relaxing in the back lot after a long, hot day.
Divine had headed straight for Madge and Bob’s RV with Vincent, Jackie, and Marcus following her. But by the time she’d arrived at the older couple’s home on wheels, most of the carnies were following as well, every single one of them eyeing Marcus suspiciously and asking if she was all right, but leaving any other questions until she reached Madge and Bob.
There was a pecking order in carnivals and as the owners, Madge and Bob were Ma and Pop, King and Queen. The others left it up to them to get the answers they wanted and merely surrounded Divine and the three strangers accompanying her as they made their way to the Hoskinses’ RV.
Well, most of them had. Someone had obviously run ahead to tell Madge and Bob that she was back because the couple had been coming out of the RV when Divine led Marcus, Vincent, and Jackie to it. The mortal couple had greeted Divine with relief, ignoring the three people with her, even Marcus, until she’d explained that while the arson investigator had first mistaken the fire for arson, he had now determined it had been accidental, an electrical fire that had ended with the propane tank blowing up. She’d then explained that Marco had found her distraught after she’d stumbled away from her burning RV, had comforted her, and then had offered to help her replace the vehicle so that she could get back to work and that’s what they’d been doing the last couple days; visiting used RV lots and the bank to arrange for a replacement.
“Well, I’m just glad the fire inspector realized his mistake and informed the police it was an accident before they arrested poor Marco,” Madge said now.
Bob snorted at his wife’s words. “He’d have been lucky to have been arrested. If Marco had returned to us alone instead of with Divine alive and well at his side, our boys would have strung him up, no questions asked.”
“Yes,” Madge agreed solemnly, and then patted Marcus’s arm as if to soothe him. “Well, fortunately, he didn’t. He brought her back, and with friends too to help us.”
Divine’s smile became decidedly forced at this comment. Vincent had quite caught her by surprise when he’d informed Madge and Bob that he and Jackie were friends of hers who had come to help in any way they could, and who wanted to set up a gourmet candy apple stall with another couple, Tiny and Mirabeau, right next to Divine’s fortune-telling spot. She had been just as surprised when Madge and Bob had embraced the idea with enthusiasm, until she’d realized that Vincent and Jackie were using their special skills to influence the couple and ensure they thought it was a good idea.
It seemed that so long as she stayed with the carnival, Divine was going to have a trio of bodyguards/babysitters on her butt. Actually, a quintet of bodyguards/babysitters, she thought, recalling this unknown Tiny and Mirabeau.
“And your timing couldn’t be better,” Bob announced. “Jack’s submarine ride died on him today. We’ll move it out in the morning and you can park your RVs side by side where it was.”
“Oh yes,” Madge said happily. “That worked out well.”
“Not for Jack,” Divine muttered and then asked. “Can’t he fix it?”
“Divine honey, that ride is more than fifty years old,” Bob said dryly. “Jack has fixed and fixed it, but frankly I think this time it’s done in.”