The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

It was a few minute until the girl’s terrified parents showed up and took her away, swearing they’d never let their girl work out of human territories again. Sadie ground her teeth angrily, looking around for something to punch. Vladimir showed up, and she liked him a bit too much to unload on him. ‘Where’s Devlin?’ she thought irritably.

“You sensing a pattern here?” Koloff asked.

“Yeah. And I got the feeling something’s going on besides the regular Halloween jitters.” She stomped her foot and walked towards her vehicle. “I can’t believe I let them get away.”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

“Hey, even you can’t chase down a car. Hell, I couldn’t do it fully wolfed out.” He could tell that she wasn’t in the mood to be reasonable. He realized that she really thought she was superwoman, or at least that she was supposed to be. “Let’s get some statements, get an artist down here to do some renderings and then . . . then you get that drink.”

“That would be ‘drinks’ . . . the plural of ‘drink.’ Don’t go getting cheap on me Vlad,” she said, her smile returning. It was hard to keep Sadie down for long.

“Okay,” he replied, realizing that he had no chance in hell of breaking her of the habit of calling him “Vlad,” “multiple drinks. You got anyplace in mind?”

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At the end of the shift . . .

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Vladimir was probably going to get a headache before he left but, if not, he was sure he’d get one when he got home. Teresa would be able to smell the cheap perfume and lingering aroma of beer and unfiltered Camels on him from across the room, and elves didn’t even have a great sense of smell.

“So where’d you hear about this place?” he asked, raising his Coors Light to his lips. Sadie looked at his choice of beverages with some disgust.

“Frankenstein.”

“Pardon?”

Sadie was kicked back in the comfy cloth chair, staring at some twenty-something year old girl strutting her stuff on stage in nothing but a bra and thong. “One of the leaders of El Diablo is a friend of mine, and he recommended it..” She had chosen the Cat Scratch Club as the “bar” to claim her bet winnings at. “There he is!” She stood up and waved wildly. She’d called him on the way over, but wasn’t sure he was going to make it. She waited until the biker got over, gave him a big hug and introduced him to Vladimir. It was weird introducing a biker who wasn’t exactly always lawful to a fellow cop, but once Vladimir saw the Semper Fi tattoo on Frank’s arm, everything was good. Marines were marines.

“Actually, can’t stay long,” Frank said, ordering a single beer. “Just wanted to say hi. Looks like we’re going to be pulling out of town soon.”

“Why?” Sadie said. “Hold that thought.” She pulled out her wallet, got a single and headed up to the stage, shoving it under some the boy-shorts of a pink-haired hard-bodied dancer who had just come up.

“Thanks baby,” the dancer said. “I’m Torrie.”

“Lap dance later?”

The dancer looked off into a dark corner and then back at Sadie with a sultry smile. “Be over after my rotation. Just need to make sure my girlfriend approves.”

Sadie grinned. “I love open relationships.” She went and sat back down. “So, where were we?”

Frank shrugged. “Most cops have been getting really friendly in a bad way with my boys. Gravestones is the only place we can play. And the Nightwings rolled in a couple of days ago. My crew’s a little young up here, and I don’t want any of ’em getting froggy and starting something with vamp bikers.”

“Nightwings?” Sadie got comfortable and sipped her drink. “I’ve never heard of them riding out here.”

“Me either.”

Vladimir started to say something, but was then distracted by a top-heavy black woman who walked by and traced a finger across his strong shoulders. “Is there some kind of convention going on?” he asked. “I mean, there’s a lot of vamps in town.”

“I haven’t heard anything,” she responded.

“Doesn’t surprise me,” Vlad said. “You go out of your way to make sure they don’t talk to you.”

“I try, but they keep talking.”

“You know, maybe you should try playing nice with them,” Vladimir said. “I know you’re less than thrilled about the idea, but it might let us know if something is really up or if it’s just our imaginations.”

“Why don’t you get Devlin?” Sadie muttered into her rum and coke. “He wants to be a vampire so bad –”

“But he isn’t,” Vlad said, putting his drink down. “And he isn’t an Arbiter either. Frost is obsessed with you for some reason, so maybe you should consider using that.”

Sadie put her drink down and she looked at him with as serious a face as she’d ever worn. “I won’t be seen as some vamp Lord’s broodling or suckup. Not even if it’s for pretend. I’ll find a way of looking into it, okay?”

The werewolf looked over at Frankenstein, but the man nearly shrugged. He didn’t know why Sadie avoided her own kind so vehemently. ‘Except that Terrence guy,’ Vlad thought. “Do you think that Frost’s bodyguard might be able to give us some information? Nothing sensitive, ’cause I’ve got the feeling he’s the loyal type . . . just if there’s a party that we weren’t invited to.”

Sadie seemed to be mulling it over. “Might work. I’ll talk to him if he comes to help on the deck this weekend.”

“You’re building your deck? Why didn’t –” Vlad started.

“Mary’s going to be there. The wraith?” She knew he was going to ask why she hadn’t asked for his big manly help, and there it was. Werewolves were more freaked out by wraiths than anyone, due to the lack of any olfactory footprint. “The more help the better, but I figured –”

“I’ll be there. Teresa hates it when I’m around on the weekends anyway.”

“Why . . . How did you two meet?” Sadie asked, going back into her non-confrontational mode, a bit perplexed that he’d be willing to joined a construction crew with a wraith foreman so quickly. She noticed an immediate souring of attitude. “I’m not trying to start a fight,” she added carefully. “Just trying to get to know my partner is all. I can listen to you or to rumors.” She watched him breathe in, then out . . . and finally he spoke.

“Quid pro quo,” he replied. “I talk about my life, you get to explain what happened in Austin that made your superiors ‘let’ you come up here to Midian.”

“I don’t –”

“Then no deal.”

Frankenstein was chuckling as he stood up. Not many people could back Sadie into a corner and get away unscathed. “I’ll leave you two alone. I’m going to go get the boys and head south and see what kind of hell we can raise in San Francisco.”

Sadie jumped up and hugged her friend. “Be good. Don’t make me come down there and have to arrest you.”

“Will do.”

Sadie sat back down and glared at Vlad, who looked monumentally unintimidated. “You tell no one?” She watched Vlad zip his lips shut. “Okay, it was really just a big accident,” she muttered. “Things just got a little out of control.” She took a deep breath and then launched into her explanation. She had actually just been responding to a disturbance call where someone had reported their neighbor was making too much noise. Sadie had been bored so, rather than just letting a regular flatfoot take care of it, she had decided to take a drive. Turned out that some moron decided to make a ruckus cleaning some of the equipment they used to make crystal meth . . . in their backyard in the middle of the night. They were so out of their brains by that point that it apparently just didn’t occur to them that this wasn’t the wisest thing to do. She showed up and they actually had the gall to hit on her before realizing that she was both a cop and a vampire. Then things had gotten chaotic.

It had been four of them and one of her, so Sadie thought it would have been unfair of her to call for backup. She only had one pair of cuffs, so she had to improvise. She cuffed one to an exposed water pipe, hung another one from the back porch by his shoelaces and implanted a third in the fence. The fourth wound up being a fake-were, or a human who had been granted the ability to morph into a monstrous creature via a witch-spell. Highly illegal black-market spell, but potentially lethal. She had fought with the guy for a while before he realized that spell or no spell he was no match for Sadie, so he took off running. He was able to make it to his car because —

“My . . . uhm . . . pants got on the barbwire they lined their gate fence with,” Sadie mumbled, taking another drink.

Vlad tried not to grin. “Don’t tell me –”

“Yep,” she replied, “I had to dump the pants and my shoes to give chase.”

“Not that you usually mind,” Vladimir chuckled, “but please continue.”

Sadie rolled her eyes. She got to her patrol car and had pursued the escapee until they both got stuck in Austin traffic. He had gotten out of his vehicle, so she got out of hers intending to pursue on foot. Their dodging through busy streets caused a traffic back-up for a quarter mile in every direction. Then the perp car-jacked an ice-cream truck.

“You’re kidding?!” Vladimir was loving the hell out of this. “This is the dumbest chase in history!”

The Arbiter glared at him, though it was pretty damn funny in retrospect. “Well, the only thing I could see that I could commandeer that was facing the correct directions was –” She paused, took a deep breath and then, “– the tour bus for the Rolling Stones ‘Last Time and We Mean It’ tour. Hey, it made sense at the time!”

“Had you ever driven a bus before?”

“No,” she said, blushing furiously. “I figured it couldn’t be hard. Now, the only reason I know how many gears it had was because I stripped them all.”

“Okay, so the half-naked vampire Arbiter is chasing an ice-cream truck driven by a fake-were while in a tour bus stolen from a band who will never die.”

“Effectively.” Sadie went on to explain that she tailed the guy to an abandoned warehouse district where he rushed inside. She managed to get a look inside by standing on the bus and looking through a vent. It was a drug cartel’s entire local inventory, and there were a lot of armed men listening to her perp rapidly try and explain why he had led an Arbiter right to them.