“This Vampire Van is our half-brother; he’s a little older than me,” Vlad says, cracking his head.
“What the hell,” I scowl, pacing around the office.
This is not fucking unbelievable.
A half-brother.
“Tell us all the fucking DETS,” Kon snarls, pushing off his chair resting his hands on his waist.
“Our Sire spent some time with the court courtesans before marrying Mom. One of the courtesans became pregnant; she told our Sire demanding him to marry her. But he didn’t want to cancel the wedding to our mother. This courtesan became bitter, full of anger that she swore that our Sire would regret his decision.
Now all of these fucking hundreds of years later, Van wants to be recognized as our Sire’s son, but it can’t be because of the Kozlov’s Vampire Kingdom bylaws.
That’s when Van threatened to create his own kingdom here on earth. I need a drink, want me to get you one,” Vlad says, pushing off his chair walking over to the bar cracking his neck.
Vlad grabs the glass and whiskey crystal decanter.
“I want a beer, do you want one Kon,” I say, walking to the small refrigerator.
“Yeah, get me a beer. This is fucking surreal,” Kon says, rubbing his neck.
“Fuck, this is so damn dangerous because what if this fucker Van goes crazy, and the humans learn of our existence,” I growl, taking a pull of my beer.
“That’s why this is so damn urgent,” Vlad snarls, drinking the whiskey in one gulp.
“Bloody hell, the humans are not ready to learn that we live here among them. They will go crazy, hunt us down, and kill us,” Kon growls, taking a pull of his beer.
“That’s absolfuckinlutely crazy! So, what are we going to do,” I growl, looking at Vlad?
“The Tsar wants us to capture Van and take him back to the palace. He will deal with him,” Vlad says, grabbing the whiskey decanter, pouring the golden liquid into the glass.
That only means that Vlad’s fucking stressed if he’s drinking, the whiskey affects him hard. Vlad scrubs his face, inhaling and exhaling, then he drinks the whiskey.
“Right, do we have any additional information,” I ask, pulling my goatee, lowering my eyes?
“I’m in the process of getting a team to search for him,” Vlad says, walking back to his desk grabbing the missive from our Sire.
“Chap, did you claim your soulmate,” Kon asks, raising his eyebrow.
“Yes, I did, and she’s pregnant,” I say, with a fucking huge smile.
“Fuck, that was quick, gut congratulations,” Vlad says, shoving his hand into his slacks' pocket.
“Bloody hell, I need to look for my soulmate, but I don’t know about getting her pregnant. So, chap, congratulations,” Kon says, taking a pull of his beer.
“Yeah, locating our soulmate is imperative because that’s another matter that we need to take care of,” Vlad snarls, walking over to his desk grabbing the parchment.
“Here’s the missive if you care to read it,” Vlad says, handing it to us.
Kon takes it, reads it, and then I read. It’s fucking incredible that this is happening.
“I need to get back,” I say, handing the missive back to Vlad.
“I’ll summon you when I need you because I need you to help me hunt this fucker down,” Vlad growls, crossing his arms.
“Indeed,” Kon says, nodding.
“Later,” I say, walking out of the office.
