This story started on May 12^th. For future reference for those of you trying to keep up with Marc and Delila, my intention is to get another part of the story up every Sunday to start the week with.

Sometimes it’s a challenge for me to write what you vote on, but I’m having so much fun with it! Hope you’re having just as much fun reading. On to this week’s installment according to your vote!

Marc shoved his hair out of his face with both hands and watched Delila until she took a left at the end of the street and disappeared from view. Damn, the woman had a great ass. Unfortunately—really, really unfortunately—his assignment had nothing to do with Delila’s ass.

He was here to take care of Blain. A simple job, supposedly. But nobody told him there was a sister involved. He wondered if anyone knew Blain had a sister. All the other humans turned from human to vampire by the Vetalani clan were orphans or so cut off from society, no one would start searching for them when they disappeared from their life.

For the most part, weres and vamps pretended the other didn’t exist—you play on your side of the playground, I’ll play on mine. A primitive system, but it sure as hell worked a lot better than trying to share a swing set with those freaks. A sentiment he knew all too well was shared by vamps about weres. On the whole, they co-existed in an uneasy peace, skirmishing only when one got too close to the demarcation line.

Unlike the were-clans, the vamps had a hierarchal system that took einsteinian ability to untangle and follow. He doubted even they knew who was in charge of whom once you got past the first one hundred levels. Apparently, whoever was in charge of the Vetalani clan were either ignorant or turning a blind eye to their continued trashing of Vampire Law—a fluid, constantly changing document, filled with complexities, archaic language, primitive punishments and more crap than anyone in their right mind would ever wade through.

Marc snorted in derision. Were Law was much more simple. You endanger me or mine, I eat you. Which was why he was hunting Blain. This time a Vetalani had crossed the line into Cullen territory and killed one of their own. The same vampire that had killed his sister had turned Blain. Left the same scent. That’s why he was here. Unfortunately, this was only one of the newly turned vamps carrying the same scent, and not one of the leads his clan considered very important or they wouldn’t have sent him. They’d have sent a full were with full powers.

Supposedly the vamps were “taking care” of the problem. Bullshit. Or vampshit. Whatever. They could do whatever they wanted with the vampire debris leftover once the Cullen clan finished taking their vengeance.

Another car door slammed across the street and Marc rubbed his temple. His head was still pounding from his teleportation and now that Delila’s ass had disappeared around the corner, he was no longer distracted from the pain. What was it with these people? Couldn’t anyone just simply close a damn door without slamming it?

The sound of anger rushing up behind him caught him by surprise. Before his human body could turn on his possible adversary, his animal side defined the sounds. Human. Male. Heavy-treading, fast steps and breaths rushing out like an old steam engine. Shit. Another neighbor pissed at him for kissing Delila in her driveway coming to give him a piece of his mind probably. What was this? Freakin’ Puritanville?

He lowered his hackles and decided to try and calm down this guy before Delila got back. Once she discovered her brother had gone vampire, her day would probably go straight to hell. Personally, he couldn’t think of much news that would be worse. Least he could do was deflect her neighbors’ complaints for her.

Turning around slowly, he lifted his hands, palms out. “Look, man, sorry about the—”

Marc barely got a glimpse of the bat that connected with his side, cracking a couple of ribs and sending him to his knees. “Stay the hell away from Delila!”

Time to vote: Should Marc switch into his tiger form or not?

Enjoy!

Eve