The Dark Secret of the CEO by Sofia de Orellana

“Too bad,” he whispers. “I could have kept a cute one like you as a pet…”

A pet? Another chill crawls down my spine. I don’t know what that fucker’s thinking about, but that’s a huge no. I finally manage to utter a faint, pathetic hiss, but he chuckles. He’s only steps away now. I’m screaming for Bart or Richard to show up, but it’s all in my head, not a single sound comes out of my mouth.

“Thanks for leaving some for me,” he chuckles, stepping right in front of me. “I’ll enjoy them right after I get rid of y-”

He suddenly disappears out of my sight. In the blink of an eye, I just have time to see a black shadow before the guy is violently thrown against the opposite wall, the bricks making a horrible sound. The pressure I felt until a second ago is gone, and Bart appears. He grabs the guy by the throat, pulls him away from the wall for just a second before brutally slamming him against it again. I can hear the guy’s skull break in at least a dozen places, and he croaks, his throat crushed under Bart’s clutches.

“What was that you said you were about to do to my little sis, exactly?” He tilts his head with a furious look.

The guy’s eyes open wide in horror as he realizes his mistake. He glances at me, then back to Bart. There’s nothing left of the guy that was terrorizing me seconds ago. I’m still shaking, but I’m also fucking relieved, and a bit impressed at how easily Bart just destroyed the guy’s throat and crushed his dominance. A bit scared, too, but I’m glad he’s on my side… The stranger pathetically tries to grab Bartholomew’s hand to have him release his grip, but even I can tell that’s not going to happen. The difference in strength is far worse than he and I.

“I…” He wheezes. “I didn’t… The S-scotsman…”

…The Scotsman? Does he mean Richard?

“Yes, you pathetic piece of vampire shit,” hisses Bart. “She’s a Heartgraves, and the Scotsman’s back. So you’d better scram the fuck back to whichever shithole you came out from, and if I ever get sight of your pathetic mug again, anywhere near London or near us, I’m wiping those streets with your fucking intestines. Are we clear?”

The guy can barely wheeze some faint approval, but the terror in his eyes is good enough. Bart slowly lets go, still glaring furiously at him, and we watch the guy vanish at record speed. I let out a sigh.

“…You alright, Baby?”

“Don’t you ever be late again,” I mutter, almost a cry.

I try to wipe the blood off my face, but my hands are still shaking. I don’t want to imagine what would have happened if he had been just a minute late… Bart walks up to me, and takes out another tissue to help me out.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “I didn’t think you’d be unlucky enough to cross paths with this kind…”

“What kind is that?”

“The scum of vampires,” he scoffs. “Scavengers. Those guys are pathetic. They hunt easy targets, leave a mess behind them and usually target young vampires like you to kill them and have less competition, or worse, force them to do their deeds. They are partially the reason why there aren’t as many vampires as before.”

I faintly nod. I had no idea…

“Are there many?” I ask, my voice a bit raspier than I would have wanted it.

“Normally, no. But he probably thought he could have a good time while the local Overlord wasn’t around.”

“…The Scotsman he mentioned, is it Richard?”

“Yeah, that’s one of the names they know him by. Though I’m pretty sure he’s older than that…”

What does that mean? …He can’t possibly mean older than actual Scotland? Bart turns around to go and check on the two guys I left like that. He grabs them to look at their necks, and chuckles.

“You did this?”

“I managed to stop myself on the first one,” I protested, slightly hurt.

“What about the second one?”

I get worried for a second, but I realize I can hear the passed out guy’s heartbeat. I shake my head.

stop, to be honest. I was getting to the good part when the other bastard startled

hunger’s still to be trained, but you did a good job at charming them, Baby. You got

Not to gloat

the vamp,” Bart shrugs. “Some are better at holding back their thirst, some have talent for charm, others

without a complaint nor a word, I can’t help but stare at the wrecked

how old

“What?”

guy, the one who tried

century old. I’ve

never want to be

arms around myself. I print that image of the destroyed wall in my head, I want to remember what just happened if I ever get

on Baby Vamp, I think you got enough action for today.

me all the journey back to really calm down. The streets are calm, and I guess the air is cold on this October night. London is quiet where it’s not buzzling with nightlife, and I can’t help but glance around at each new street we step

Bart sighs. “I swear nobody else will try to pull that crap on you again. That bastard will

“…Is Richard that powerful?”

if that explained it all. “No vampire

about those who created that guy? Don’t they

than that. First, not everyone cares like Richard does about our “family”. Some Overlords actually create vampires without thinking twice, or worse, just to drop their offspring on another Overlord’s territory, their way to piss each other off without fighting directly. Imagine if you had woken up without

hunting like a beast, slave of my thirst and with nobody

London is Richard’s

chuckles. “He’s the Scotsman, Hera.

he doing in New York City? From what I can gather so far, he left long enough for other vampires to crawl into his home city, but why? What pushed him to go overseas? I hesitate to ask Bart, but he seemed already shocked that Richard had gone to New York, he probably doesn’t know either. Cata doesn’t seem like she’d pry into the Patriarch’s matters either. …Perhaps I should ask

Cata is still in the kitchen when we walk in, cooking something else,

She asks with a bright

a killer!” Chuckles

Her expression drops.

“Oh my god, really?”

joking!” He rolls his eyes. “Baby did just fine for her

got really good

Scoffs Bart.

can’t stop for a minute. The second she puts whatever she was baking in the oven, she grabs more utensils, visibly starting another recipe. To my

silence takes place

“Cata, how can

bring one for you! Any

this,” I mutter, glancing down at my short, tight

“I’m on it!”

out of the kitchen and upstairs, and

going to shower too,” he

ways after going upstairs, each to our own room. …Does that mean the room I woke up in is going to be mine from now on? I need to double-check with

I really can’t feel a thing. I don’t spend too much time in there, just enough to smell like the peach soap and wash my hair. When I step out, I grab a couple of

colored, but I can’t tell if it’s from the blood I drank, or the shower’s heat. My

what time it is… I kind of miss having a phone. Everything is rather quiet, aside from Cata back to her cooking downstairs, and Bart’s shower still running above. …Should I try exploring a bit? Nobody said anything about anywhere in the house being off-limits, and rooms that I shouldn’t go in will be locked anyway, right? I decide to walk around, still intrigued by all the rooms. After climbing the stairs to the next floor, I realize there’s sound coming from one of the rooms, something soft at regular intervals. I can’t help but walk over, a bit intrigued. None of the rooms have any names on them, or anything to signal it’s occupied. The noise, again. It’s coming from a room upstairs. Is it Richard? I climb to the last floor,

“…Richard?”

her room… and it’s like I’m looking at a library. There are books. Just books, everywhere, from floor to ceiling,

are you?” She

“…I’m Hera. I’m new.”