She reached for my cock and it was almost as if watching in slow motion. My eyes went wide and I started to shake my head as she grabbed me and wrapped her fingers around it.
“Take your hands off my brother.” A feminine voice called from the entrance. Magdalena dropped my cock and I relaxed only slightly. I searched for the source of the sound, but only heard a sharp clicking. “I heard people were looking for me.”
I realized then that the clicking was that of heels, and the voice was that of the one, the only, Ginata De Santis, the Seven Sin of Gluttony. She looked exactly as I remembered, stunningly beautiful and an eternal badass. Her brunette hair was in soft waves, her makeup was dark and only enhanced her natural beauty. She walkedtowardthe table, tall and confident as the room stared at her. She was dressed in a women’s suit, and a fedora. She looked entirely out of place with her six inch heels and leather gloves.
“We’re done here,” she spoke to Magdalena. The High Blood Priestess snatched a knife up but Ginata waved her off. She looked almost bored as she came up the small stairs and to the tables. “Did you not hear me?” she asked her.
“Who are you?” Magdalena demanded.
“I’m one of the most feared Bloodborns in the States. I’m here to bring my brother and his partner home. We can do this with or without blood. Your choice.”
She stepped up to Magdalena. Ginata had almost a full foot over the Scout look-alike.
“The ritual must be completed tonight.” Magdalena doubled down but Ginata didn’t even raise an eyebrow.
“Ronald,” Ginata said, and suddenly we heard a man scream and a loud slice, followed by a squishing sound. Heads turned to see a dark-skinned vampire holding a native vampire’s head in the air. “That’s one. How many more will you let die to keep these two?”
Magdalena growled and launched for Ginata. Ginata side-stepped her casually, as if dodging a soccer ball. “Bruno.”
Another scream rang out, followed by a head being throwntowardus. Ginata crossed her arms. “I’m fully prepared to wipe your coven out tonight if I have to.”
People began to call to Magdalena frantically. They were chanting the same thing in Spanish, but my lack of understanding made me panicky. What were they saying?
“See, even they are telling you to let them go. Will your vanity win tonight, Magdalena, High Priestess of Blood?”
Magdalena seemed to be thinking, but then she threw her head back and let out a high pitched howl. It lasted almost thirty seconds, sending a shiver of fear through me. It was as if she was calling to someone.
I heard a rustling, and I turned my head to see Scout being released from her leather banding by a third darker skinned man, dressed like Ginata. He had a gray suit and fedora. Scout sat up quickly and was handed her black dress.
Magdalena spun around to grab Scout but Ginata raised her leg and kicked her hard! She stumbled forward and hit her head on the side of the table I was still tied to. She didn’t move, but we all knew that wouldn’t last.
“Alright, now you two. This is a sex cult, is it not?” Ginata pointed her gloved finger at Scout. “Be a doll, climb onto the table and show us how to finish the ritual properly.” She pointed to me. My eyebrows shot way up and I shook my head furiously. Scout’s face was that of pure horror.
“What? Why does everyone want to watch us have sex? No!” I tugged on my restraints as hard as I could as I looked from her to Ginata.
Ginata’s harsh look failed instantly when we locked eyes and she burst into laughter, relaxing me. “Yeah, I’m just fucking with you. Thomas, let’s get him out too and get going.” She nodded at the man who was walking from Scout’s table to mine. “The others are waiting outside.”
“What about her?” I asked as I was stripped of my bonds. Magdalena’s servants had cut off my clothes, so I had to stand there with a hand over my crotch. Thomas looked around and snatched the tablecloth off the equipment table, sending everything spilling all over. He handed it to me, and I stood, tying it around me. Beggars couldn’t be choosers.
Ginata crouched down and removed her glove. Her nails were ruby red and sharp. I watched with curiosity as she reached forward and ran her finger along the side of Magdalena’s cheek. The touch seemed gentle, but blood spurted from her face almost as if she’d been fatally wounded. A sizzling sound came as Magdalena’s eyes burst open and she began to scream as she clutched her face.
Ginata stood and wiggled her fingers at me. “Sunrise is not as rare as people think it is. You just gotta know who to ask.” She slid her glove back on and pointed to Scout and I. Suddenly, the three men she had brought with stepped up behind her. “Let’s blow this joint.”
42
“A chop shop? Like, with…” I paused, trying to fully grasp what Ginata was telling us about what she’d been up to these last couple of decades. She took us home on her private jet, and sat smugly amongst her three partners.
“I’ll explain later. But yes.” She grinned. “You all look like hell.”
“Just got back,” Dante muttered. He had struggled the worst with drinking animal blood for months. He’d grown too accustomed to humans giving it willingly for a little more gambling time. Ginata laughed again. The sound seemed to relax everyone.
Scout slumped against me, struggling to stay awake. I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her closer. I kissed the top of her head. “It’s okay. We’re heading home.”
“They took Tippi from me,” she frowned. “I mean, he wasn’t really nice, but I loved his coloring.”
“I’ll get you another Dracula parrot. This one we’ll pick together,” I assured her.
“Before we all split again, why don’t you stay a few days at my place?” Ginata interrupted our moment. “A plane ride is not enough time to catch up.”
