Night Calls - Nyx Slaughter Book 1 by Amber Lynn

themselves.
    “Really? What do you have in the
gun? For some reason, I have a feeling only rubber bullets would
work on me right now,” I say laughing while thinking this is where
Sebastian thought we would be safe.
    “Currently they are silver, so I
imagine they will work on you,” Smitty replies.
    “Like I said, rubber bullets are
currently your best bet in caliber. I imagine a hatchet would
probably scare me more than the gun,” I say.
    “You are not killing her. There are
so many reasons why you aren't, but at the top of the list
currently is the fact that it would kill me too,” Sebastian states.
“Can you imagine how the state of our movement will be stunted
without me around?”
    “Oh shit!” he yells again. I have a
feeling it is a favorite phrase. “The only way that is possible is
if you bonded with her and I know you are not a big enough idiot to
do something as stupid as bonding with Nyx Slaughter.”
    “Hey Smitty, we agree on something.
I had the same reaction when he told me what he had done. I mean,
he has to have a death wish, right?” I ask.
    “I would prefer if you pretend you
don't know my name,” is his reply.
    “How about we lower the weapon?” I
ask. “You may not love me, but everyone loves Sebby and we don't
want him going hungry.”
    Defeated Smitty switches the safety
on and sticks the gun into his waistband. It gives me a chance to
actually take a look at the guy without the imminent threat of a
bullet. He is tall, probably just six feet. He has sandy brown hair
and blue eyes. With his pretty boy face, he is the exact opposite
of Sebastian. More a cheerleader's wet dream than a Goth
girl's.
    “How long?” Smitty asks.
    “Three years. She has only found
out about it in the last twenty-four hours, though,” Sebastian
replies.
    “That is just wrong man. She is
enemy number one. Why would you tie yourself to her?”
    “Have you not smelled her, yet? I
would think my original reason for doing so would be obvious. Aside
from that, I do actually love her,” Sebastian says grabbing my
hand.
    “Seriously, dude? I have known you
six hundred years and you are claiming you did this because you
love someone? Do I need to start listing off names?” he
asks.
    “See I knew it, you have been in
love before and this is all because of the shiny toy feeling,” I
say.
    “Love, we have gone over this. I
cannot lie to you; we have already run that test. Shiny toy feeling
left the building long ago,” he says trying to calm me.
    “Have your lovers’ spat later, why
does she smell so strong of wolf if she has been hanging around
you? You don't usually play with the beastlies,” Smitty
states.
    For some reason the room has
started getting really warm. I am not feeling all that great and I
hope this conversation is going to be at an end soon because I
think I may just throw up.
    “I was afraid of this,” Sebastian
says. “Smitty, we will be back to talk in a second, but we need
some privacy for about five minutes.” He quickly lifts me and runs
into a room slamming the door behind us.
    “What's wrong?” I ask. The quick
movement didn't really help the way I feel. I am definitely
sweating now which I didn't think a vampire tended to
do.
    “You need to feed now,” Sebastian
says lifting me up. “Wrap your legs around me. Since I let you
choose wrist years ago, my choice is neck, so get
going.”
    “But baby fangs aren't out. I don't
know how to do it.” I whine feeling sicker by the
second.
    “Just put your nose in close to my
neck and inhale,” he says tilting his head to the right.
    I do as instructed and breathe in
his cinnamony goodness. “Yum,” I whisper rubbing my nose against
his neck. Just the concentrated smell is making me feel not quite
so bad.
    I feel my gums tingling, so I open
my mouth and start sucking on his vein to make it easier to get
to.
    “That's it, love. You are a
natural,” Sebastian says in a hoarse voice.
    When I start to roll his vein
around with my