Free Zombies Unleashed (The Vampire from Hell Part 6) by Ally Thomas Page B

he sat.
    Abruptly, I turned to the island area in the kitchen.  I mumbled something about refreshments and noted quite emphatically that G had on pointed leather boots, probably western and made out of some type of animal skin.  No one in the House of G family were allowed to wear animal products, especially shoes.  I had learned of this rule long ago and my vampire intuition jack-knifed off the charts.  Gritting my teeth, I gently placed several glasses on the coffee table for my guests.  I hadn’t paid attention to what I had selected, so I had no idea if I had put wine or water before them.  J and Blick continued to focus on items of interest around the room, neither looking at me and neither moving an inch.  They stood like fashion models – J regal in his dark grey Italian suit with his sandy brown hair pulled back into a pony tail and Blick wearing a crisp white t-shirt over his muscular chest and dark blue jeans as his long black hair fell over his shoulders.
    I grabbed their glasses and walked over to them.  “Drink.”
    “That won’t be necessary,” G stated flatly.  “Leave them alone.”
    I raised an eyebrow, looking at both J and Blick.
    Quickly Blick glanced at me.  Our eyes met.  The golden lights from his eyes struck me.  Pain.
    When I heard - and felt - Blick’s sporadic thought, a pure emotion of excruciating torment, I knew the danger they both were in.  I had been through a mind-melt before, when J was simply trying to access my memories.  A friendly gesture that had ended up making my ears bleed.  Granted, I had responded to the mind invasion by accessing his own.  But the feeling of that intense scar in my brain had never left me.  I had to do something to save J and Blick before it was too late.
    But I knew I had to keep playing the game.  If my father, Satan was the man sitting on the couch, holding my friends in some mind-paralyzing mental lock, the odds were stacked against me.  Would I be so lucky going up against my father a second time?
    You did once.  You can again.
    Recognizing J’s voice rush through my head, I smiled at them both and quickly returned to G.  I had to play the game out.  I had to keep it together and figure out why he was here while keeping my friends out of harm’s way.  I thought about reaching out to them telepathically again, but stopped myself.  That’s probably exactly what he’s hoping I’ll do.  He’d enjoy melting their brains while I watched.
    G broke the silence again.  “I want you to choose your mate.  Did you hear me?”  He forced out a laugh and picked up the glass, staring into it.  “What is this?”
    Holding the glasses, I saw the red liquid.  “Red wine,” I offered, making my voice sound like I was already bored with the situation.
    “You drink yours first,” he replied, squinting his eyes at the contents and leaning his head over to sniff.
    I shrugged my shoulders at him and gulped down the wine, knowing it would be a gesture of disrespect that would irritate my father.  I had not toasted my drink to him. He would recognize my actions as an insult. If Satan was hiding in G’s body, it would be possible for me to call him out.  One trick Eos, the goddess of Immortality had shared with me was summoning a celestial being.  A god or angel or the like hates to be told to present themselves, especially when they are up to some mischief.  This scene had the work of my father written all over it.
    As I swallowed down the wine and recognized the taste of an extremely vintage bottle Ra had given me, I rolled my tongue over my fangs.  The lingering taste of spicy cinnamon in the blood laced wine enflamed my hunger.
    After G drank from his glass, a large jagged smile brought creases to the corners of his eyes.  The man I knew with the gentle gray eyes looked up at me with sinister distaste and contempt.  His expression was anything but inviting and jovial.  G was a kind soul, a man who would die before he saw his