Despite Michael's words, Ambrose was still acting like a jackass in the days that followed. I tried my best to talk to him and make him understand what was being told to us. He didn't believe it, and I kind of didn't either, but I kept telling myself we were meant to be, it had to work, and Ambrose needed to pull his head out of his ass. Also, if he were in my shoes, what would he do?
It also made me think about the private conversation that I had with Michael last night. How he informed me that I could find another vamp that I was interested in and make him my mate. It seemed tempting, but I knew what would happen to Brose, and the bond he had with me was drawing me to him. I wanted Ambrose... I wanted him badly but didn't understand why I kept finding myself in Keir's bed.
It was a reoccurring thing, and I was sick of the smirk he wore. Therefore, I tried my best to stay away from him, and it worked for the time being. Something in my core told me not to trust him, and I was starting to see why Ambrose didn't want me around him. He was twisting my thoughts into doing things he wanted. Then I noticed how he loved having multiple partners at once, of which I found myself being a part of.
I felt stupid, and Ambrose didn't let it go unheard. He yelled about it for days. It was like he had feelings for me but was refusing to let them show. The boy was confusing and loved to do dumb shit like he did tonight. I was locked in a room alone in Michael's club while he was doing whatever he liked. I understood he had issues, but this was wrong.
I felt like he wanted something or someone he could control, and with my luck. It was me. I was the fool who ended up being the human he turned. It had to be something I could do besides sitting here. I couldn't do it another night as I walked over to the window, looking over the club below. I watched as the strippers dance, and the other creatures move about the club, doing various things that I couldn't do when the door opened behind me.
I was sure it was Ambrose or Michael, but it didn't smell like either of them. It caused me to turn around quickly to see a man I'd never seen before, and he was sexy as hell. "My bad, Michael didn't say the room was occupied." His eyes moved up and down my body like an animal, ready to pounce. It made me look from him to the door when we made eye contact again as he smirked.
"New blood. I haven't tasted one of you in a while. This isn't a place for newly turned vamps. You must be one of Michael's toys that he accidentally turned." My brow shot up as he sniffed the air, making me wonder what he was doing. I knew vamps could smell each other, but he was acting like a wolf. "Oh, I see. You belong to him. He has always had a good eye for sexy things in life but never knew how to treat them. Sit with me, Little Lamb. I promise I don't bite— unless you want me to." I stared at him for a long moment as he licked his lips, giving me a glimpse of his fangs.
"I should go and look for Michael—"
"Sit. I'm sure Michael or Ambrose wouldn't mind if you talked to me for a moment. Plus, Michael is in the penthouse fucking whoever's brains out as usual. Who knows who he has up there? A woman or man, it doesn't matter to him, and I just saw your lover boy Brose taking a girl into the back. Talk to me. I would love to know more about the girl behind the beautiful face. I'm Wayne, in case I forgot to mention it. And yours?"
Something told me to walk away, but I wanted to stay as I found my way over next to him. He was the only one showing me attention here tonight, and it couldn't do much harm. "C-Chantal."
"Ah, yes, the beautiful Chantal that everyone is talking about. I finally get to meet you. Do you know how many vamps are after sweet little you? And I can see why."
I didn't know what he was talking about. I knew nothing about other vampires being after me. What was the reason? There was nothing special about me. I was a vamp that happened to be half angel by accident, and no one knew. At least, I thought no one knew. All I could think was how confusing this was as Wayne smirked at me again, letting his wing spout from his back.
"Wait! You're an angel-vamp? I thought Michael and I were the only ones here."
"That's what he told you? Or he never mention us. You should know there are six of us in existence, with you being the sixth and the only female. It makes me wonder what you are capable of. What all can you do? Has my brother shown you all of your powers yet?
Powers?
Michael hadn't said anything about teaching me my powers. This was new to me, so I shook my head as he sighed, patting for me to scoot closer to him. I was unsure at first, but eventually, I moved closer. It made him smile, and so did I. However, Wayne's presence, felt different from Michael and Ambrose's. When I was around them, I felt anger and the feeling of not trusting anyone but them. Wayne's presence was open and welcoming.
"Tell me about yourself, Chantel. I would like to know you better, Beautiful."
"There is nothing to tell. I recently finished high school at the top of my class. I planned to become a lawyer, but I made the mistake of letting my friend talk me into going to a party, and it ended with me becoming a vamp." He smiled and listened to me talk, which felt good until he touched me. I almost jumped from my skin when his thumb brushed across my chin.
"I heard about that. Tell me about your life before you were changed."
My eyes widened since Ambrose had never cared to ask that question before. I tried to tell him two days ago, but he made the whole situation about himself. He was saying stuff about how I didn't know the pains of abandonment. I understood him, but he didn't know the feeling of watching your father with another woman and their children as he acted as if I didn't exist. The feeling of you being on the outside looking in.
"If you know the truth about me, why ask or want me to tell you about it?"
"It's called getting to know one another. Here, I'll start. Micheal is my creator, but he prefers that I call him my brother. He and his brothers created about twenty angel-vamps before creating the first vampire, which was Cepheus. Who you have met, but I suggest you watch yourself around him. We were to help them in the war against Lucifer and his undead army. Before you ask, we were a lot stronger than feral creatures, and we won, but with a cost. We lost all the angel-vamps besides three of his brothers and me. Cep also lost all of his creations. It was horrible to watch my brothers die, but to live as long as I have and not be under Michael's wing is a blessing. Can you guess why?
Again, I shook my head while he laughed, pointing at his head. It must have had something to do with his brains. He had to be the smarter one, which was why he survived with Michael and his brothers and after he let him out on his own. That was the only thing I could think of at the moment.
"Because of your smarts."
"Bingo—"
"Why didn't Michael make Cepheus into what you are?"
"That's a long story, but Cepheus was meant to be one of the first vamps. Trust me, he made more. He was the first. Sadly, Michael doesn't trust him, and you shouldn't either, but that's a story for another time. Now tell me something about you, darling."
I wanted to know more about them, but I smiled before I started telling my story. Surprisingly, Wayne sat there and listened to the whole thing. Half the time, I bored people with my story, and they would tell me to grow up. I was only a teen, but everything I talked about hurt me, and it was refreshing to have someone who would sit there and listen.
"I'm sorry you had to go through that. It sounds to me that your Father was a fool. He had a good woman and walked out on her for a gold digger. It happens to the best of us, but it could also have been the work of a spell or a hex. People love witches. Tell me about you and Ambrose. Are you together?"
"No, he's a total jackass. I believe he hates me."
"Hm, in that case, how about I show you around my part of the town? The night is still young, and there's no need for you to be closed off in this room alone, but before we go—" He paused, handing me a bag of blood. He knew I was hungry, and it made me smile as I took the bag while he waited for me to finish after he took my hand. I should have turned him down, but I couldn't help it, and the next thing I knew, we were an hour away from Hunedoara in a small town.
Just by the smell, I could tell everyone there were vampires, but none of them seemed to care that I was there with him. I like it here, and Wayne could tell it as he walked us into a small restaurant.
"The food here is delicious, and the secret is that it's all cooked in human blood. It makes it easy for us to keep down— so neither Brose nor Michael have taught you anything about being a vamp?" I had to say no to that. Michael kept saying it was Ambrose's responsibility, and he said it wasn't his problem.
"Damn fools. Well, the first thing you need to know is about your strength. I heard about your bloodlust issue, and you need to learn the right amount of pressure you can apply when feeding. I can tell by the way you look at me you have killed your fair amount of humans by accident. The next is mind control and how to brainwash. We can get into the rest later."
I was surprised by how willing he was to work with me. This was supposed to be Ambrose's job because Michael wanted us to connect with one another, but it took a lot of work to do with a person like Brose. With Wayne I kept finding myself smiling and laughing at the things he told me. The strange thing was we had just met two hours ago.
"I can see why you were picked to become what you are. Baby, you have brains and beauty. Brose doesn't know what he is losing. When Michael told me you were fair gain, I had to meet you.
"Fair game?"
"Oh, you didn't know. How should I put this? Ambrose has until the blood moon to claim you, which is in five months. If he doesn't, before then, whoever you're sleeping with becomes your mate. Let's say that's you and me, and you bit me in the middle of our sexual hour. We will become the strongest vamps on earth. I would love that, but I also would love to know you before that happens. Ambrose is a damn fool, but it's not his fault. The one to blame is— Shit, our time is running short. It's surprising how time flies when you are enjoying yourself, but sadly, you cannot walk in the day yet."
Wayne looked down at his watch, and it caused me to look at the time. It was 5:30 in the morning, which meant the sun was about to come up. "The sun is about to set. There is no way we can make it back before it's fully up."
"That much I know, but it's not normal for you not to have your wings yet. Come, Ambrose will live for the day. We will return tonight.
"I need—"
"No, don't call him. Let him sweat a little."