Page 81 of Good Vampires Go to Heaven

“Every opening in your body will be filled by my cock and the assortment of dildos I keep for that very purpose,” Claude had continued. “I especially like the expanding ones.”

“Effa, sola, inda, sarce! Demon dick like a dart!”

Claude had glanced downward.

At that brief lack of focus, Zeb, who’d been behind the Lucipires, had swung his broadsword in a wide arc, decapitating Claude. At the same time, Regina had thrown her knife at one of the other Lucipires. And Zeb had taken the third one down. He and Regina had both ensured that the blades had gone through the demon hearts so they couldn’t return as Lucipires.

Afterward, as they’d cleaned their blades on a patch of moss, Zeb had looked at her and smiled. “Dick like a dart?”

She’d shrugged and smiled back at him. “I’m a bit rusty on curses. Haven’t had occasion to use them lately.”

Without thinking, he’d hugged her to his side and they’d walked off to find Trond and the two family WEALs. They met up with Trond, Nicole, and Camille, who were taking a brief rest in a forest clearing. All their vangels were there as well, but hidden in the thick foliage or up in trees.

They updated each other on the campaigns to date.

“Good work in Greece,” Trond said to both Zeb and Regina. “I understand you cleaned that site totally, and most important, sent Yakov to Hell.”

“It wasn’t just us. Jogeir led that mission,” Zeb was quick to correct.

“But Zeb took care of a huge number of Lucies on his own,” Regina added.

Zeb glanced at her, with surprise. It was not like the snarky Regina to compliment a man, at her own expense.

“I’m just saying,” Regina added, blushing.

That was also surprising. Regina, blushing?

“I just got news from Vikar,” Trond went on. “Mordr and Svein and their crew arrived in Afghanistan last night, after having wiped out Red Tess in the United States, as you already know. Ganbold the Mongol is a formidable opponent, and thus far Vikar hasn’t been able to pin him down. Ganbold has even been seen in Syria, where Ivak is in charge. So they have roughly three hundred vangels there. They need more. Turns out Harek took care of Heinrich in Siberia and will be bringing his vangel troops there, as well.”

“Damn! I wanted to be the one to confront Heinrich,” Zeb said. “I’d been hoping to be sent there next.”

He could see that was a surprise to Regina.

“I’m a Jew, he is . . . was . . . a Nazi. The Holocaust.” Zeb shrugged. Enough said!

“Nicole and I will be going back to the SEALs and WEALs to complete our assignments here,” Camille informed them. “We’ll need to make an excuse for Trond not returning with us. He’ll of course be going to Afghanistan. Maybe we’ll say that Trond captured a small contingent of terrorists he wants to bring in.”

“Or we could say he was injured and is off being treated by medics. In the confusion, no one will notice right away.” Nicole added, “It worked once before.” She looked at her husband. “Remember, babe?”

“You got it, babe.” Trond leaned over and kissed his wife.

Zeb kind of envied the easy affection this married couple showed each other, even in public. Not that he was envying marriage. It was just nice that some married men and women acted that way. In fact, he had a sudden memory of his mother and father standing out in the vineyard. He was only about five years old at the time. But he clearly recalled his father kissing his mother on the forehead and placing a hand on her behind.

He also remembered holding Sarah’s hand as they walked to synagogue on Shabbat. Just holding hands, but so intimate.

Odd the thoughts that came to a man at the most inopportune times. And talking about . . . thinking about . . . inappropriate. He had a sudden inclination to kiss Regina’s red braid and palm her ample bum.

“Where will we be going now?” Regina wanted to know, calling him back to the matter at hand. “Afghanistan?” she asked hopefully.

Trond shook his head. “Cnut is having trouble cornering Hector in Rome. Part of the problem is those never-ending catacombs under the Vatican, but also the large numbers of humans congregating there. He doesn’t want to call attention to the Lucies or the vangels, and he doesn’t want innocent people to be caught in the fray.”

“So you want us to go to Rome?” Zeb asked. “Both of us?”

Trond tilted his head to the side. “Yes. Unless you have a problem working together.”

“No,” Regina said hesitantly. Zeb knew that it wasn’t himself she was hesitant about, but a yearning to be part of the bigger action.

“No,” Zeb said, not so hesitantly. He wouldn’t mind being part of the action to destroy Hector . . . a former Roman Centurion who fed Jews, Christians, and anyone they didn’t like to the lions.