Micah sat on her large black suitcase as she waited impatiently for someone to open the gates; she had been waiting for nearly an hour. Patience wearing thin, she pulled out her cell phone and opened the mobile web browser.
In times of utter boredom she searched the ‘net, finding it intriguing that there were so many interesting facts she could look up. She smirked and typed in the word ‘vampire’ and waited for the information to load.
Humans were in love with mystery and fantasy and had such vivid imaginations that their ramblings often made for entertaining reading. There was enough accurate information out there to make her suspect that human encounters with the objects of their fantasy were not entirely uncommon.
Reading through the web pages she bubbled with loud, uncensored laughter; some of the information were completely off base. Then again she wasn’t the expert on vampires; her experience was in fact limited to just one vampire. Skimming through search results, she noted a new forum post that speculated vampires might be able to shape shift. She filed that tidbit away as something she would have to research.
The gate unexpectedly made a metallic clunking sound before swinging open on automated hinges. Micah looked around the area but could not see who had finally opened the gate for her. Granted, it was 6pm and the sun had not fully set, but it wasn’t at its peak either. Vampires could be greatly weakened by UV light, but Caspian Black was no fledgling. He could withstand prolonged exposure to the sun without becoming incapacitated.
Micah stood and lifted her heavy bag; the weight didn’t bother her but the size of the suitcase made it difficult to lug. The house beyond the now-open gate was a mansion that could probably house over 50 vampires. Micah shook her head and wondered at the foolishness she was about to embark on. She was about to enter a mansion full of vampires knowing that they hated werewolves with an unmatched passion.
She walked down the long pathway before finally coming to a large oak door. Micah set her bag down and was about to knock when she hesitated, the nervousness that unexpectedly seeped through her staying her hand. She stood there, staring at the door for what seemed like an eternity.
She sighed deeply and took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet air. The slight but detectable scent of blood didn’t surprise her but it did make her more nervous.
The door was flung open, catching Micah off guard – a rare occurrence since she was a sentinel wolf.
The vampire that stood at the front door looked annoyed. He also looked like perfection personified. His short, dark hair contrasted sharply with his pale skin, and his piercing blue gaze seemed to be locked on her. Micah’s breath caught as words evaded her.
“Are you okay or have you lost all ability to speak or move?”
Micah frowned at the condescending tone the vampire used. “Sorry, but let’s just say I wasn’t exactly looking forward to meeting you. Not that vampires scares me; I just don’t like your kind.”
“Oh believe me, my dear, the feeling is mutual.”
The vampire moved aside and Micah stepped through the doorway, accidentally grazing him with her arm. Electricity shot through her every nerve-ending as she jumped in response.
“What?” he hissed as he stepped back, showing that he wasn’t as unaffected as he seemed. His piercing blue eyes narrowed on Micah, and she defiantly lifted her chin.
She was screaming inside. Sealing her mind off, she forced herself to concentrate on the mission instead of this new unavoidable complication that she couldn’t deny for long. Of all places to find her mate… a freaking vampire coven!
“I’m Caspian Black and you must be Micah.” He looked her over, lazily scanning the length of her sleek, well-toned form.
Micah was petite, standing at 5 foot 2 inches with a body that was small but toned to perfection. Her blood-red hair was pin straight, falling over her slender shoulders and settling halfway down her back. Her pale green eyes looked like stained glass.
The combination of features made her a stunning woman, and judging by the hunger reflecting so vividly in Caspian’s eyes, he too appreciated her beauty.
Micah watched as people stole quick glances at her from the long, spiral staircase that connected the three floors of the mansion. She didn’t like the attention and tried instead to focus on Caspian.
“Where am I staying? And can I meet your security team?” Micah asked as she retrieved her bag.
“Follow me,” Caspian muttered. He seemed to be getting more and more agitated.
Micah narrowed her eyes but followed silently as he led her through the ground floor, passing the curious gazes of Caspian’s coven. Micah could see how much respect his people had for him, giving him a low bow before backing off so Caspian could move freely through the corridors.
“This will be your room.”
The room wasn’t large; in fact it was small and cramped. Micah smiled though. She hadn’t come from luxury and didn’t mind the room at all. She would have to change the colour scheme though; the purple and blue wallpaper was tacky and the matching blue furniture made her laugh.
“This room is reserved for guests such as yourself. I don’t think it’s a laughing matter,” Caspian hissed.
That remark only deepened her amusement. If this room was reserved for werewolves, it had probably been designed to irritate the visiting wolf so they would leave as quickly as possible.
“No, I feel honored that you’ve given me such a blue… I mean lovely room.” The mocking smile that graced her lips reached her eyes.
Caspian stared at her for a moment and looked at the room and then back at her. He resisted the smile that tugged at the corner of his lips. “Settle in. I’ll meet you later to discuss this arrangement.”
Micah nodded and walked inside what was going to be her home for… well, an undefined time. The bed in the room was a single, but it looked comfortable. She pressed her hand onto the mattress and smiled at the softness. At least she would have a decent night’s sleep.
Lying down and closing her eyes, Micah used her senses of hearing and smell to trace each member of Caspian’s coven. There were only 20 vampires in total. She had expected far more.
She pulled her bag onto the bed to rummage through her things before triumphantly pulling out a pack of sweets.
“Thank you, Kiki,” she said, before she unwrapped a chocolate bar. Kiki a.k.a Kiara was Micah’s Alpha. Kiara had recently found out she was of royal blood, and the bag of goodies Micah held was compliments of Kiara, although her Alpha didn’t know Micah had taken a few tasty treats from her personal stash.
“Don’t get too comfortable.”
Micah turned at the sound of the voice and watched as a male vampire walked into her room. She growled instinctively, not liking anyone entering what she now considered her personal territory.
The vampire that entered had the same ice blue eyes as Caspian. His black hair was extremely short, perhaps an inch in length.
“I don’t plan on making this,” she indicated the room, “my permanent home. And by the way, are you the welcoming committee? I hate to break it to you, but you’re not very welcoming.”
The vampire tried to look intimidating, which only made Micah stifle a laugh. She had seen the big bad wolf routine plenty of times before; this was the big bad vampire version.
“Wanna bite,” Micah teased as she held her chocolate bar out.
The vampire didn’t expect the strange wit that the little wolf possessed. He was intrigued.
“Leigh.” Caspian’s voice was unmistakable. He walked into Micah’s blue room, which was now getting far too crowded for comfort.
“You know, people usually ask before entering a room,” Micah said as she promptly stood up and pointed at the door. She wanted them gone.
“Sorry,” Caspian said, earning him a baffled look from the vampire he referred to as Leigh.
Micah sighed in relief when the two men left just as quickly as they appeared. She lay back down on the bed, her thoughts in turmoil as she stared up at the ceiling.
She was destined to be the mate of the vampire she was suppose to protect. There was no way in hell that she was going to accept that destiny. She would play babysitter, then go home and get back to her life.
“What the fuck was that, Caspian!” Leigh hissed, hitting his table with his fist.
Caspian sat calmly behind his desk as he toyed with a crystal paper weight. “I know what I’m doing,” he said while he continued to stare at the way the light in his office was reflected by the crystal.
“Yeah, keep telling yourself that,” Leigh said sarcastically.
The knock on the door startled both vampires; they were not used to being snuck up on. Whoever it was had been quiet and stealthy. Their scent had been masked so well that neither vampire could pick it up.
Micah walked in holding a small diary and pen. Caspian looked curiously at the pink pen that had a fluffy tail and the bright pink diary with butterflies all over its cover. Both items looked like they’d been designed for a child.
“Sorry, but I took the time to do a walk about,” she opened the diary where she had scribbled her observations. “The grounds of your mansion-”
Caspian stood up, interrupting her. “Couldn’t you wait until I summoned you?” He walked to the front of his deck and leaned back against the edge.
“Patient is a virtue I don’t possess,” Micah replied with a hint of guilt.
Caspian shook his head but smiled. “This is Leigh, my cousin and our Head of Security. He will show you around and brief you on what exactly your job entails.”
Micah glared at Leigh before flashing him a sweet smile.
Leigh hissed but turned and walked through the door where he paused with his back to them. “Coming?” he asked before he continued walking.
Micah turned to Caspian with a disgruntled look on her face. “Is he always an asshole or is that attitude solely reserved for me?”
Caspian chuckled and then composed himself. “I believe that attitude is reserved for you.”
“Oh wow, I feel so special,” Micah grumbled before turning to follow Leigh.
Leigh waited outside on the porch, when Micah finally joined him
“Firstly, what specialist wolf are you?”
“I’m a sentinel,” Micah said as she tied her hair back.
Leigh nodded and walked down off the risen porch.
Micah followed silently behind him, the grounds were so lush with greenery. Micah had to admit, she didn’t expect vampires to tend to their gardens so well. The large trees that surrounded the manor stood proud and tall and the stunning flowers grow near the edges of the building was a beautiful burst of colour.
Sniffing the air she felt the urge to shift, to feel the grass beneath her paws.
“Your primary duty will be to roam the grounds, alert us if any problem arises during the day.”
“So, I’ll bark when there’s trouble.”
Leigh smirked, “Pretty much, there are laser senses all over and a cctv system extensive enough to cover every inch of the ground. If we didn’t have difficulty awaking or are severely weaken by daylight, we wouldn’t need you”
Micah scribbled down the information about the security system.
“I’ll be the first line of defense kinda, give you’ll time to wake.” Micah added and Leigh nodded in the positive.
Leigh walked through the grounds and than through the halls of the mansion to the security room, located at the ground floor. The security room was larger than Micah’s blue room; she couldn’t help rolling her eyes.
The CCTV system was extensive and the lasers were strategically place.
Micah sat on a rotating chair in front of various monitors. The CCTV system was indeed extensive, and there wasn’t a single blind spot that she could detect.
Caspian had developed a very competent security system, it was well thought out. . He had everything he would require to secure the safety of his manor.
Leigh was an ass but he was efficient, knowing the manor like the back of his hand. He had told her the vulnerability of each access point, how an attacker would focus on a weak point and exploit it. He had placed safeguards to prevent any such attacks.
What Micah couldn’t figure out was why Caspian wanted her, because he certainly didn’t need her.
Leigh shoved a set of blueprints in front of her and waited for her to unroll them. Micah looked confused as ran her fingers across the blueprints, tracing the lines. She wasn’t used to using blueprints, it was first time she was expected to use them.
“Uhm…,”She started to say when Leigh leaned forward and turned to blueprints around.
“You were looking at it upside-down.” He said with amusement colouring his tone.
“Yeah, that’s the thing, how do you…you know, read this thing.”
Leigh sighed in annoyance but he showed her how the read the blueprints, showing her which area was indicated where on the paper. Micah was a quick study, and picked it up fast, earning herself reluctant praise from
“Not bad.” Leigh said
Her tummy grumbled and Micah couldn’t quite concentrate any longer, “I need to eat,” She said rolling the blueprints and handing them back to Leigh.
“Retire to your room and your food would be sent to you.”
When Micah returned to her room, it looker bluer, if that were even possible.”Blue WAS my favourite colour,” she sighed, walking across to the bathroom.
When she opened the door, she was pleasantly surprised to fine the small space cleaned to perfection, the white tile was so shiny that she could see the face reflected on the surface. There was a toilet on the far end with a tub that had curtains that was not surprisingly… blue in colour.
She walked in and made sure she left the door open, werewolves didn’t like such clamped spaces. They were the children of Luna with the love of the outdoors and wide opened spaces. Although Micah could tolerate the tiny rooms, she had limits to her tolerance.
There was a knock at her door and Micah’s tummy grumbled in response. When she opened the door she came face to face with Caspian holding a Styrofoam container. He had gotten her take out. The smell was delicious, so at least it was good take out.
“Thanks,” Micah said, reaching for the container.
“How trained are you?” Caspian asked.
Micah opened the container and gave Caspian a baffled look.”What do you mean?”
“Fighting techniques, weaponry…”Caspian began when Micah interrupted.
“I’m good with hand in hand combat; I have some skill with swords and daggers.” Micah said eyeing Caspian curiously.
Werewolves were talented warriors and as a beta, Micah was formidable. She had fought her way through the ranks earning her place, she wasn’t. Just beta female, she was beta to the entire pack.
“You will complete your duty, protecting the mansion while we sleep, when I awake I will test your skill in our arena.”
“Fine,” Micah agreed as she shut the door as Caspian left.
She hopped onto her bed; she ate a morsel of food and pushed the container aside. (Working on a scene)
The day began slowly, as Micah roamed through the manor and the grounds, it seemed her room was the only area that was so cramped, and the rest of the mansion was pure luxury. She loved the simple porcelain tile that covered the floors and the elegant carpet was the placed over the tile. Micah was barefoot, and she wore a demine shorts and a tank top, she wasn’t about to ruin anything expensive if she had to shift in a hurry.
The manor was so quite, and since wolves where instinctively social creatures, she was used to noise and chatter. She couldn’t stand the silence; she plugged in her earphones to her cell and played some of her favourite music. She loved rock since she found there to be such meaning to the words.
The day was uneventful and beyond boring. As the sun set, Micah yawned, sensing the vampires stirring. Who would have thought doing almost nothing was so tiring.
She was heading toward her room when she saw a group of vampires hanging around, they blocked her path. The unwelcome hisses didn’t faze her as she ignored them and about to walk pass when she spotted Caspian.
He looked as sexy as hell, even wearing a simple red shirt and formal pants. His moved so gracefully it reminded her of a predator stalking it prey.
Micah noted with some satisfaction that the hissing vampires seemed to disperse quickly. Caspian didn’t look any different than most of the vampires she’d seen but he obviously earned the respect his coven showed him.
“Uneventful day?” He asked, frowning, he looked Micah over, “I know werewolves usually hate wearing clothes but could you wear something less revealing.”
“If I shifted, I’d rip my clothes to shreds, I can’t really afford that and I’m here, instead of finding job.”
Caspian dug into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and handed her a credit card, Micah looked at the card like a kid in a candy store. Well Caspian may not know it but he was her mate, it was a fact the erased any bad feelings she might of had in spending his money.
“The arena is this way,” Caspian walked past the spiral staircase, to a door Micah assumed led to an office, well according to blueprints it was an office, when Caspian opened the door…it WAS an office.
Micah was about to open her mouth to say something but sealed her lips when Caspian walked across the office to another door. That room wasn’t anywhere on the blueprints, Micah rolled her eyes and followed Caspian.
The arena was massive, with everything a student of self-defense would need. In the certain was a large white mat. The red tinge was probable blood that was repeated washed off.
Caspian walked over to a set of wooden swords and throw one to Micah. She felt the weight of the wooden sword and knew it was solid wood and although it was safer than steel, it could inflict quite a bit of damage.
“Masters in this art consider themselves to be humble students, constantly striving for perfection and always feeling that they can execute a cut cleaner, faster and with more precision…” Caspian said
Micah positioned herself in a defensive stance, watched Caspian’s movement, judging his skill set in comparison to her own. He held the sword like it was an extension of him.
She waited for him to strike first, he move fast casting his sword out, aiming for her shoulder.
She moved back blocking the attack, strengthening her stance so she wouldn’t stumble. His attacks were quick, calculated and powerful.
Micah’s greatest assets were her speed and agility. She reacted to every attack with quick counter attacks. Caspian kept coming, attacking faster and more skillfully each time. He was toying with her.
Micah felt her anger spark as she missed her target again and again. As her frustrations grow she made mistakes and Caspian landed blows against her hip and shoulder. She ignored the stinging pain and continued to battle fiercely.
“I think that’s enough, “Caspian said, not sounding effected by the exertion of their battle.
The fact that she was struggling to keep up, while Caspian didn’t seemed at all impressed irritated her. She didn’t realize how much she wanted him to appreciate her capability.
Micah ignored Caspian’s order and continued to lunge her sword towards him. He seemed amused before growing bored and swung his own sword toward Micah’s.
Micah’s sword was thrown from the hand when Caspian landed a perfect strike against her knuckles. She followed the sword to see where it would land and felt a sudden almost violent tug before she was pressed up against Caspian’s sculpted chest.
“Fighting with your emotions riding so high will only serve to get you killed.” Caspian said his lips close to her ear.
She couldn’t help her body’s immediate reaction, her wolf howling to claim what was hers. She was losing control, and that thought sent fear racing through her as she tensed.
Caspian sensed the mixed emotion that stirred in Micah and wanted to release her but with her so close; he could smell the tantalizing scent of her blood.
He inhaled her scent deeply and found his grip tightening. She was living, breathing temptation. The soft sigh that escaped her lips had him hungry for more than just her blood.
His lips grazed the sensitive flesh of her neck; he felt the strong, pounding pulse of her blood. Caspian would have given anything to taste her at the very moment.
Micah was surrendering to the addictive sensation of having her mate so close.
“Ahem!” Leigh’s voice was sharp with disapproval.
The sudden noise in the silent room snapped both Caspian and Micah out of their haze. Caspian pushed her from him from like she had burnt him.
Micah felt wounded by his actions but shock it off, “If that’s all Lord Caspian, I’ll get back to my room.”
Caspian’s ice blue eyes soften for a moment before the coldness returned.
“Fine, we will continue training till you improve to a level I’m satisfied with.”
“Yeah.” Micah muttered and walked off.
. Leigh growled at Caspian his eyes rimmed with red.
“I asked you before, I’ll ask you again. What the fuck was that!” Leigh didn’t hide any of his rage.
“I need to train her; she wouldn’t stand a chance if I don’t at least prepare her.” Caspian defended his actions.
“She is a means to an end Caspian; don’t get attached to the wolf. Remember, you are honour bond.”
“I know, and if I didn’t for a moment remember cousin, I have you to constantly remind me!”
“Glad to be of service,” Leigh joked and then turned serious again, “when this all said and done, she is going to hate you.”
“I know.” Caspian said solemnly.