A Vampire Bewitched by L.E. Wilson



Seattle, Washington

Seven Years Earlier


“I have a bad feeling about this, Luuk.”

Nikulas Kreek touched his brother’s arm as he strode past on his way to the elevator, the one that would take him down to the garage under their apartment building. “I don’t think you should go.”

Luukas shrugged off his brother’s hand. “I have to, Nik. The bitch is never going to give it up until I deal with her once and for all. Now, please, stop with all the melodrama. It’s not like you to be so serious. You’re freaking me out.”

Nik clenched his jaw, a sure sign of his frustration. Blood brothers from before they’d been reborn, they often knocked heads out of nothing but plain old stubbornness.

But this time was different.

He tried again to convince his older brother that this was a bad idea. “You can’t trust her Luuk, you know this. Why would you want to risk yourself this way?”

His brother ignored him, as usual, and walked toward the door.

Following right on his heels, Nik grabbed his arm again as he reached for the doorknob. “I’m telling you, now is not the time to confront her. She’s up to something, Luuk!“ Forcibly spinning Luukas around, he shoved his face all up into his brother’s personal space, gritting out, “You are our Master. As in, the guy we need to lead us. What if it’s a fucking trap?”

Luukas bared his fangs with a hiss, eyes glowing an eerie green, a warning Nik did not take lightly. He immediately backed off and lowered his eyes, breathing hard as the threat of a fight had adrenalin flooding his system.

He tried one last thing. “At least take Christian with you. As your Guardian, it’s his job to protect you. Or take me. I’ll go with you.”

Luuk grabbed his brother by the shoulders, his aggression gone as quickly as it had come on. He gave him a slight shake. “Nothing is going to happen, and I need Christian here right now. And you, too. Besides, Guardian’s are an outdated tradition. I don’t need a fucking bodyguard.”

He sighed. “Even if it is a trap, Nik, so what? She can’t contain me and you know it. I am a Master Vampire. As in ‘one with which you do not fuck’. No one can make me do anything I don’t want to do. Especially not that dried-up old whore.”

Nik would’ve laughed at that description of the forever young and stunningly gorgeous Leeha, if not for the fact that she was also extremely dangerous. More so, he thought, then Luukas liked to believe.

She’d also been after Luukas for most of her immortal life.

The two brothers stared each other down, Nik’s baby blues testing Luukas’ aquamarines, until Nik, knowing he wouldn’t win this one, finally nodded in defeat and gave his brother a reluctant smile. “You’re right. I’m probably worrying over nothing. I’ve just had this weird feeling in my gut all day. Must’ve had some bad blood or something.”

“I keep telling you, bro, bagged blood is risky. You need to find yourself a juicy, live vein. Preferably one belonging to a curvy little female.” Luukas grinned at his younger brother, showing strong, white teeth.  Smacking him hard on top of both shoulders, he turned to leave. “I’ll be back in a few hours. Lock up when you leave.”

Nik clenched his fists at his sides and watched his older brother saunter out the door of his Seattle apartment, casually waving in his direction.

He had a really bad fucking feeling about this.