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Today, I decided that today's the day to show you his introduction.
As the chapter suggests, Marco needs to get some work done after being beaten up at the end of Honor at Stake.
didn’t think about Amanda. He had to make certain he didn’t think
about Amanda. Because if he did, he would probably fall into his
thoughts and never fall out. After all, he wasn’t easy to love, and
didn’t do much loving himself. He even surprised himself how deeply
he fell into love once he was there.
there was just so much to focus on. She fought like a professional, but was as intimidating as a chipmunk. And as sexy as the one that got away—yes, that one—only better looking. Her 5’6” height made her a perfect fit when he hugged her, and her long red-gold hair went to the small of her back in a golden fall – he just wanted to run his fingers through it.
Though with my luck, he thought, I’d find the only knots in her hair and pull them out.
And her eyes – a warm, liquid Frangelico brown with her Siberia-pale skin. Her dress was casual, covering everything, but it didn’t matter, she looked good in everything. It all seemed to be form-fitting, no matter the size. Jeans and a sweater should have covered her thoroughly, but somehow managed to be quite snug. Granted, it was a very nice form with curves that a Volvo would hug.
It gave him a warm feeling just thinking about her.
I have to stop it. Damnit.
all, he was fully-healed, his bones knitted together, he had
something else to focus on.
alive in front of a half-dozen vampires.
one was easy. After the first three bodies were discovered around one
construction site, Marco had no problem doing that math. He had
contacted one of his people on the construction crew, and had them
lay the groundwork for his attack.
hey, there are only six of them.
was crouched on an I-beam twenty feet up from where he had set his
is going to be so easy.
had been some
about staying hidden against vampires, but apparently, vampires were
just as stupid as everybody else – nobody looked up.
is going to be so easy. No one ever looks up.
the top floor of the unfinished building stood a short, dark man,
swathed in Armani and Prada. He was slender and unthreatening…
until you looked at his eyes. The eyes were the tell – they were
empty. Look at them too hard and too long, one could almost swear
that they were lidless eyes of fire, straight out of Lord
of the Rings,
but most people never held his eyes that long.
creature that looked like a human being gave a very tiny smile as he
eyed his prey, Marco Catalano. It was strange to imagine that this
child, this 19-year-old, had been such a threat. He wasn’t even
that big – a 5’9” blond dancer. That was it.
creature that commonly called itself “Mister Day” chuckled to
of death, maybe.
now, it was time for him to die. And Marco would never see him
opened with a salvo of glass
phials filled with holy water. As the holy water burned them like
acid, Marco dropped down onto another vampire he missed, taking his
head off with a knife.
moved before that vampire turned to dust. He threw his entire weight
into the next vampire, and slammed a stake into the vampire’s
chest, like a hammer blow. The vampire disintegrated into a pile of
dust and clothing.
spun, took the recently emptied jacket out of the air and hurled it
at the third vampire, covering his face like a net.
threw the stake in his hand, and it landed, point first, in the eye
of the fourth vampire. Since the stake had been soaked in holy water,
it not only penetrated the back of the eye socket, it lodged in the
brain and started eating away at the gray cells. Undead or not, it
was hard to focus when something was eating one’s brains.
down in a matter of seconds,
Mister Day thought. Nicely
The creature lowered itself into a crouch, studying his prey with
admiration. Marco was mostly human; the only improvement that Day
could perceive was some residual after effects of a vampire’s bite,
but even that seemed to be mostly for healing fractures.
But, sadly, time to end it.
dropped from the I-beam of the top floor, and landed with a hard thud
right behind Marco.