(eng) Niall Teasdale - Princeps Venator 02 by Be My Valentine

Author:Be My Valentine [Valentine, Be My]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Part Three: Ghouls

New York, NY, 6th March 2015.

Pat watched the traffic flowing into and out of the pascua, trying to keep the worried feeling from showing on her face. She had been hearing mutterings for the last couple of days in the bar. Takings were down: people were staying away, or not drinking as much or staying as long. Someone had let slip that a valentine was responsible for the recent deaths.

So far, she had been unable to find an original source for the rumours. She had spoken to Dione and had got the news that Mary was monitoring, and trying to counter, some chat on the Sanguine Net. That was more worrying than local gossip since it could spread wider than New York, but it seemed to be reporting rumours heard on the street rather than originating anything. Without a source, it was all pretty difficult to counter. Gossip was a hard thing to fight anyway.

Absorbed as she was by worries about a repeat of San Francisco, she barely noticed the red-haired man who walked in and stepped up to the desk. He had filled in the form and walked off toward his assigned room before her conscious brain recognised who she was seeing.

‘Can’t be,’ she muttered, and stepped up to the desk, picking up the clipboard to check the last entry. Silas Tarrant, valentine… Of course, he had ticked for sex as an option. But there was no way it could be him. Could it? She bolted for the observation room.

Scanning over the screens, she spotted him. Give or take a whisker, he looked exactly the same as he had done when he had picked her up at Woodstock. Red hair pulled into a ponytail, sharply angled brows set over brown eyes, a slim face with just a hint of ruggedness, accentuated by the beard of stubble he never seemed to be without. He was slim, fit, attractive, actually a little shorter than she was, but Pat was a tall woman. Thinking about it, he was still the scrawny hippy he had been then and she had filled out a little; clearly, Silas had never developed a greater desire for exercise while she had. More than anything, that suggested he was really her creator: he was still stubbornly lazy.

‘You know that guy?’ Tony, the vampire on watch, asked.

Pat watched the screen as Silas began to work his magic on the brunette supplicant he had been assigned. ‘Yeah, I know him. That’s Silas, my creator.’

Tony frowned. ‘I thought he was ended in the pogrom.’

‘Yeah, so did I. So where the fuck’s he been for the last thirty years?’

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