still hear it faintly beating. If he was going to do something he had to hurry. She wouldn't be alive much longer.
“I will save you, Mary. I won't let you die.”
Enri wasn't sure what was wrong with him. He was actually crying, and the thought of a world without her was more than he could bear. He knew he only had one option: he had to turn her. He only hoped she had enough life left to accept the change. He bit his wrist and held it to her open mouth and let the liquid run down her throat; simultaneously he bit her neck and drank down her blood. Mary awoke, gripped his wrist and drank it down, suckling like a baby. He did it! Mary was saved.
Chapter 17
Sally entered the Detroit VC Office. VC stood for Vampire Court. The actual Council resided in Europe but they had offices all over the world to keep order. Without the council, Vampires would be killing humans without a second thought. It was about 8:00 pm. She approached the reception desk, noticing immediately the receptionist was a human. The carpet was blood red and the walls black. How cliché.
“I am Sally Persian. I am here to see Malice O’Connor, and I have an appointment.”
“Of course, Miss Persian. Yes, here it is,” said the receptionist as she searched through the computer. She made a call on the phone, nodded, then hung up.
“Mr. O’Connor will see you now, Miss Persian.” She pointed down the hall. “Third door on the left.” As Sally walked down the hall, she noticed several very old photos. They each had dates beside them and she assumed they were the council members.
Sally knocked on the door marked Malice O’Connor, Head VC Officer.
“Come in, Come in.”
Sally entered the office, immediately shocked to see not a Vampire but a Werewolf, and a fucking hot Werewolf at that.
“Are you Malice O’Connor?” Sally asked as she made a face.
“Call me Connor. You seem rather shocked.”
“Honestly, I didn’t expect one of your kind.”
“I have a special skill set that comes in handy from time to time.”
Connor let out a big laugh. He wasn’t at all what Sally expected. He was just a little taller than she, a little over six feet, and very muscular with short auburn hair and green eyes. He had a square jaw that reminded her of her father. She couldn’t help but admire him. He was very good looking, and it had been a while since she had been with a man. Werewolf or not, she was attracted to him. He offered her a seat and sat down at his desk.
“Well, what can I do to help you, Sweetheart?”
A scowl appeared on Sally’s face. “I am nobody’s sweetheart, especially yours. I need to report a rogue Vampire.”
“Sweet—Um, Sally, what is the name of the Rogue?”
“Maurice Devane”
“Okay. Made date?”
“France, 1634”
“What crimes has he committed?”
“Well, none that we can prove. He feeds from the unwilling, and I suspect he kills, and is a danger to my progeny.”
“Did the mother Hecate or the council order a death warrant?”
Hecate was the mother of all Vampires, said to have been the first Vampire. Sally doubted she even existed; nobody she knew had ever met the so-called mother Hecate.
“No; I was unable to get an audience with either of them.”
“I’m sorry, but my hands are tied, and until he breaks one of our laws I am unable to recommend execution.”
“I cannot ignore him. He is a killer.”
“Unfortunately, the council frowns upon executing vampires without solid proof.”
“What kind of proof?” she asked defiantly.
“A witness of some kind, or a body linking him to a crime. I know it's difficult when dealing with rogues, but all we can do is wait for him to slip. Here is what I can do. I will give you my personal cell in case he tries anything and I will request he come to the office for questioning.”
Sally looked defeated but she understood the position of the council, and appreciated the help the werewolf offered. “Thank you, but I fear this won’t be