Free The Vampire Club by Scott Nicholson, J.R. Rain

Vampires had a bad reputation around these parts, apparently.
    Professor L, however, played it off like a champ. “Come on, Becky, is that it?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ No one believes in monsters nowadays. Give us the real scoop, what do they really do?”
    “ I-I don’t know—they’re hunters.”
    “ Becky, just relax. Now think, have you ever seen any of them hunt, or seen signs of their hunting?”
    “ No.”
    “ No deer heads hanging in the library, and no stuffed birds that I can see,” I offered.
    “ What do they do all day long?” the professor asked.
    “ Mostly sit around, or go around back and do some unusual training maneuvers. Every once in a while, Raul will leave for a few days and sometimes weeks.”
    “ Who is this Raul guy?” Buddy asked.
    “ He’s like the boss. I hear him tell others to do stuff all the time. He’s the older guy that everyone follows around.”
    Granddaddy Grandmaster? Why had he told us a different name?
    “ I-I used to think they all worked for the CIA, some kind of Black Ops. I mean just look at them. They’re like soldiers just raring to go, but it—”
    “ Seems like they have no place to go?” I interrupted.
    “ Yes, they’re like a passive force, until—”
    “ Recently?” I finished again.
    She looked at me as if she possessed the ability to finish her own sentences and wanted to do so. Janice glared at me, so I went back to eating eggs.
    “ Yes, there’s a fire surging through them now. And then you guys come along. What business do you have here?”
    A fair question, I reasoned, but one I was somewhat unprepared for. I babbled a bit, drool spilling over onto my chin. As I was wiping it away, lovely Janice came to her man’s rescue. “Field trip, Becky. We’re from Western Virginia University.”
    “ Now why does that college sound familiar?” said Becky, and that was the first time I had ever heard the phrase said about our college. “I’ve heard of it spoken around here. There seems to be some interest in it.”
    “ Not West Virginia?” I asked.
    “ No, plain Virginia, only with the ‘western.’”
    Juan then asked, “Have you heard of a young man named Dial Toen?”
    “ Never in my life. You chaps are pretty curious about this place and what goes on in it, huh?” she asked, and suddenly I was very alarmed.
    What if she reported back to Granddaddy Grandmaster or Raul or whomever what had just transpired in this room. But she couldn’t, for she just put a hole in Dial’s story about this being the home of his relatives. She had no loyalty to them, so we were safe.
    “ Yes,” said Janice, “And we get more curious every minute.”
    “ Are they up to something?” asked Becky, hoping for some meaty rumor material.
    “ We’re not sure,” said Professor L, giving her nothing to hoard away until she could whisper with the other hired help. “We’re just trying to learn a little more about our mysterious host. Field trips are all about research, you know.”
    We all nodded vigorously and praised her eggs.
     
     
     
    Chapter Sixteen
     
     
    Becky Fast was a well-oiled breakfast machine, or maybe it was all that bacon grease. When she was gone, the kitchen was spotless and we were full.
    And the moment Becky stepped through the swinging kitchen doors, Professor L emphatically slammed his fist down. “We must act quickly!”
    My pants were unbuttoned and I was rubbing my swollen belly. I didn’t think I could act quickly if I were paid to. Unless, of course, Janice wanted to loosen my pants some more.
    “ The VVV are at this very moment in conference, no doubt discussing our fate,” the professor said. “We must act now, while there’s time.”
    Buddy muttered: “Nice show. That whole ‘cook’ act.”
    Janice nodded. “You kinda feel sorry for her. Did you pay her or just charm her?”
    I realized what they were getting at. “You think that was all bullshit?”
    “ Of course,” said Juan. “She’s just pissed because she