Chapter 15 - The Bar is Open
"Listen up people, sometime in the next seven days the assassin will attempt to take one of these four people we are currently protecting. Every safeguard has been taken to ensure their safety. They will be staying at this secure location the penthouse of the Roman Hotel, for the next 2 weeks in a attempt to lure the assassin into making a fatal mistake". Agent Smith paused bringing up a diagram of the penthouse showing all the security systems put in place.
"As you can see all rooms will have 24 hour around the clock visual monitoring . The only room without will be the bathroom for obvious reasons". A few chuckles followed this statement.
"We are also currently working with the FBI and the local Police chief Michael Cellici who is also one of the assassin targets to provide further security in the surrounding area."
"Bruce, do you have anything to add" asked agent Smith.
"Absolutely Agent Smith." Bruce flounced up to the front of the room adjusting his floral tie.
"I will be staying at the Penthouse with our four targets adding another level of security. Bruce smiled over at Henry. Henry gave him an amused lazy but cool smile back.
"No one gets in or out of the penthouse without my say so. Lets go people" Bruce clapped his hands.
Henry leaned in towards Vicki. "I hope you enjoy making love in a bathroom" he purred into her ear.
"With Bruce, Mike and mother staying with us the only think happening in the bathroom will be cold showers for you" said Vicki with a smile. "I didn't know when I became involved with you just how much sex you seem to require."
"It was you Vicki would coined that catchy little phrase 'The Lord of Lechery'" said Henry running his fingers over her arm. "I think we are well matched" he smiled into her blue gray eyes for a moment enjoying the beautiful play of colors which only his vampire vision could see and appreciate.
...Next Day...
The following day everybody had settled into the Penthouse over looking one of Torontos' many beautiful parks. Henry spent time watching the people below with a growing awareness of the hunger for blood. It had been two days since he last fed.
Three days was his going beyond his comfort level for feeding and even now the blood was glowing just under the skin of all the people he could see, calling him in that ancient way. He also choose apartments overlooking the city so he could enjoy watching his prey and would be lovers.
Henry walked back towards Mike who was sitting down at the coffee table drinking from a bottle of scotch.
"Henry, care to join me" said Mike pulling a glass across and starting to fill it.
Henry sat down on the couch beside him scowling.
"It's not quite the drink I'm craving right now" he said clenching his jaw.
"Oh, well a man hates to drink alone so let me fix that for you." Mike poured out the scotch making sure his back was blocking the visual feed into the room. Taking out a small pen knife he deftly cut between two fingers hissing at the stab of pain. The blood welled up and dripped into the scotch tinting it a slightly darker shade than Mike's.
"Here you go old buddy, cheers" Mike settled back down grabbing his handkerchief and pressing it to the wound.
Henry picked up the glass and drank down the scotch mixed with blood closing his eyes, enjoying the taste.
"Is this going to be a problem for you Henry, being stuck in here for 2 weeks?"
"Are you offering to make a donation?" asked Henry looking over his glass at Cellici.
"Christ Henry I don't want to have feed you, last time you almost killed me remember and it hurt like hell"
"That was because you betrayed me the lunatic priest, I was starved, tortured and almost killed. I think not killing you in return and taking some of your blood was Quid pro quo."
"What about Vicki?"
"She gave at the office 2 days ago, unfortunately any more frequently than that is harmful to her. I'd hate to accidently turn her into nightwalker now that I can walk during the day. Plus I'd like to have children one day"
"Henry playing the family man, now that's a scary thought. Ok how will we do this Henry, the bathroom is the only private room. If Bruce see's us going in there together I think that would just about make his year". Mike and Henry laughed together.
"I think I'd like to call you a friend detective, what do you say" Henry offered his hand out to Mike.
"Yer, I guess I'd like that too" said Mike shaking Henrys hand. "Lets get this over with".
Bruce came out of his room just as both men disappeared into the bathroom together. Bruce stood rooted to the spot dropping the printed invitation sample on the floor in shock. Bending down to pick it up he retreated back into his room rapidly fanning his burning face.
"This won't hurt you know, last time I was staving and out of control" said Henry looking at Mikes worried face. "Here give me your wrist, even as friends feeding at your neck is just a little too up front and personal for me"
"Wrist sounds good to me" Mike opened up his sleeve exposing the tanned skin.
Henry took his arm and steadied himself so that there would be the minimum of pain. Bending down fangs extending he pierced the skin quickly and began to feed making sure that while it wouldn't be painful to Mike there would be no 'extras' which he usually included for his female donors. Finishing quickly he closed the wounds and pulled back.
"That's it!" exclaimed Mike looking at the fading bite marks. "Boy you really were pissed last time".