Magic bullet
Brea was sleeping peacefully when something suddenly yanked her from sleep. Her eyes flew open and she got into a sitting position as quickly as she could. Lucien. He wasn't here. Something was wrong. No more than a second later she was on her feet. Her mind worked fast, she ran to the closet and picked up a wooden box. It entailed a gun and some very special bullets. Brea hadn't really known anything about guns before Gregory, an ex navy seal and the head of Lucien's security team, had given her shooting lessons. Fortunately for her, he had taught her well.
She took the gun and ran to the door. It was locked from outside, but of course she could open it from inside. Normally she didn't leave her room, but this was most definitely an emergency. She ran towards the living room as fast as she could, she was barefoot and only wearing a very short and revealing light pink satin nightie. That made no difference now, although normally she wouldn't have let any other man see her like this, she knew how jealous Lucien was. She had almost reached the living room when she heard him screaming. He was lying on his back on the floor and someone was biting his arm. A werewolf.
"Now I ask you what your hunters did with my wife!" the werewolf snarled. "Answers, now!"
Brea didn't hesitate; she lifted the gun, aimed and shot. The werewolf let out a furious growl when the bullet hit his chest. She had purposely missed his heart since she didn't know if Lucien needed him alive. The bullets were enchanted so he was still very much in pain when he fell on the floor.
"Jackson!" a male voice shouted from the door.
Quickly Brea looked up and aimed at this man with the gun. He was a tall dark-haired man who was wearing a suit. She kept aiming at him, but she didn't shoot when she realized that he couldn't enter the penthouse. That made him a vampire who wasn't Lucien's sire line. The boundary spell seemed to be working. This other vampire was clearly furious.
"Lucien," he snarled. "I'm warning you…"
"And I'm warning you," Brea cut in. "I don't know or care who you are, but what you need to know about me is that I'm an excellent shooter, I don't miss. These bullets are lethal for pretty much anything, including a vampire, so I suggest you leave while you still can."
The vampire looked slightly surprised before his eyes narrowed.
"Lucien, perhaps you should explain to your little…bodyguard who she is dealing with," the vampire stated.
"Brea," Lucien said tensely, his hand touched her shoulder. "Please return to your room."
She turned to look at him and saw the blood on his throat and on the collar of his t-shirt.
"You're hurt…"
"I'm fine," he cut in. "Go. Please."
He was rubbing the werewolf bite on his arm; it hadn't healed yet, although he had her blood in his system. It would eventually heal, but not quickly enough. He needed more of her blood; it would heal him immediately and take the pain away. She pressed her lips together and gave him a determined look; she wasn't going to leave him here alone.
"Go, Brea," he demanded, she could tell that he meant it.
The werewolf had stood up; he was pressing his chest with his hand and glaring at Brea.
"You…"
Lucien stepped immediately in front of Brea.
"Go."
Reluctantly she obeyed; she didn't want Lucien to get more hurt because of her. He would have no doubt protected her from the werewolf and from this other vampire as well if he had to.
"Relax, I'll have my people to inspect the road kill the first thing in the morning," Lucien huffed to the werewolf when Brea walked out. She went back to her room; no one except Lucien would be able to follow her there. She knew perfectly well that Lucien wanted her to stay there. To be safe. What about him then?
Of course she knew that he was a thousand years old vampire, he was more than capable of taking care of himself and he had her blood in his system, but… How could she not worry about him? He was her beloved, her companion. He was simply hers. She should have been there by his side to make sure he was safe. Sure if she wouldn't have been weak and useless. Nervously she paced back and forth, waiting for him. Finally the door opened.
"Are you alright?" she asked immediately.
He entered the room and closed the door.
"I'm fine. Our guests are gone now."
She marched in front of him and inspected the bite. It hadn't healed yet. Determinedly she offered him her wrist.
"Drink."
He didn't argue, probably because the werewolf bite was painful. He took her wrist and gently kissed it before his fangs came out. She didn't flinch when he bit her, he was very careful, as always.
"Thank you, darling," he said and kissed her wrist again when he was finished. The werewolf bite was completely healed now. "About what you did…"
"Save it," she snapped. "I'm not going to apologize for protecting you."
He smiled.
"That's not what I meant. You were simply magnificent, darling."
She frowned.
"Are you mocking me?"
"What, no!" He paused and touched her hair. "That really turned me on…"
"Ah, ah," she said and took a step back when he tried to kiss her. "Who were those people?"
"No one important…"
"Lucien," she cut in firmly. "Talk to me."
He sighed and gave up.
"The vampire was Elijah Mikaelson."
Brea's eyes widened.
"Your sire's brother?"
"Yes."
"Oh… What did he want?"
"Well, you remember I told you about Nik's "miracle child"? Apparently the child's mommy is missing and Elijah assumed I have something to do with that."
"I see," Brea replied. "Was he right?"
Lucien shrugged.
"Could be, I don't know."
"Are you in danger?"
He looked at her for a brief moment before his lips curved into a warm smile.
"No more than usual, darling." He paused and kissed her forehead. "Besides, I have you protecting me, don't I?"
She huffed and rolled her eyes.
"We'll see."
Brea really didn't like any of this at all. She would have to go to Tristan soon and fulfill her part of their agreement. She really didn't want to leave Lucien right now, especially after hearing about the second man whose face had been mutilated. This could become really ugly really fast. She truly hoped that they would have never come here in the first place.
