Ancient Blood: Deep Red Part 35

Chapter Twenty.

"This is so cool, Dilorenzo!" Trixie grinned as she opened the double doors leading to the balcony of a New England house overlooking the ocean.

"I like it too, baby." Vincent embraced her from behind, nuzzling her neck. "So should this be the first married Dilorenzo house or what?"

Trixie turned in his arms and kissed him, rubbing her cheek against his bearded face. "I say we go for it, stud."

"And we can always get that summer home on the Algarve."

Trixie purred, pushing Vincent back into the house, one hand grabbing the bulge in his jeans, the other caressing the hair at his nape.

"Um, excuse me." The real estate agent cleared her throat and tried not to appear ruffled by the couple's love play. Trixie grinned. Most mortals were so uptight.

"Yo, we'll take it." Vincent said.

"You want the house?" The agent looked pleased.

"Sure. There's a big backyard. Great for a trampoline."

"Are you acrobats?" asked the agent.

"The best there is." Vincent winked at Trixie who elbowed him in the stomach.

"Do you think my husband and I could have a few moments alone to discuss some details?" Trixie asked.

"Of course. I'll be downstairs in the kitchen." The agent left.

Vincent dragged Trixie into his arms, his tongue searching her mouth.

"Oh, Vinnie, I love this house," Trixie said between kisses. She sank her fangs into his lower lip, and they both groaned with desire.

Suddenly Vincent's cell phone rang. Cursing, he held it to his ear. "Yo. V. D. here."

Trixie grinned. He had to do something about those initials. Vincent had already told her if they were ever lucky enough to conceive a child (very difficult for their kind), he wanted to name it Vinnie Jr. if it was a boy and Vincenta if it was a girl. She'd talked him out of Vincenta already-he liked the idea of a daughter named Trixie, too, but she was still working on the boy's name.

"We're on our way," Vincent said, clicking off the phone. "What's wrong?' Trixie asked.

"That was Matthew. He said he just got a call from Judah, and Leah is missing along with a bunch of the other werewolves."

"s.h.i.t."

"Not a good scenario." Vincent's broad chest expanded as he drew a deep breath and slapped Trixie's a.s.s. "Looks like the honeymoon's over for now, baby. Back to Network business."

Trixie smiled and shook her head. "We should have been like Seraphim and Hannah. They've gone on their honeymoon in the mountains of Tibet and have made sure they didn't bring cell phones."

"Yeah, right. I think I'd rather be on an a.s.signment instead of putting up with all that meditation and s.h.i.t. And I couldn't believe they had that boring little ceremony with a justice of the peace-even after I told them about Raoul's chapel in Vegas."

"They're an understated couple, Vinnie." Trixie pressed a kiss to his lips. "Even if she is a belly dancer and he's hung like a bull."

Together Vincent and Trixie descended the steps, met briefly with the real estate agent, and stepped out of the house and into the dusk.

They each whipped sungla.s.ses from the pockets of their leather jackets and slipped them on before mounting their Harleys.

Life in the Network was tough, but somebody had to do it, and together, Trixie knew she and Vincent could accomplish just about anything.

Chronicler's Note.

This concludes the chronicle of the case of "Deep Red." Shortly after the Originals left Earth, Network agents discovered gardens of Deep Red in caves scattered throughout Russia, Alaska, and several other locations which will remain undisclosed. Though the Originals are no longer strangers to us, They are still-in most ways-a mystery. One day They may keep their promise and return to us with their knowledge and experience. Until then, we must console ourselves with the realization, that we- vampires-are not cursed, not supernatural, and not the evil of legends. We are descended from an ancient race, not so different from humankind, and our journey has just begun.

The End.