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    The Vampire's Executioner
    The Vampire's Executioner
    The Vampire's Executioner
    Ebook173 pages2 hours

    The Vampire's Executioner

    By Heather C. Myers

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    • Vampires

    • Betrayal

    • Loyalty

    • Vampire Royalty

    • Attraction

    • Vampire Romance

    • Forbidden Love

    • Love Triangle

    • Secret Identity

    • Enemies to Lovers

    • Love at First Sight

    • Power Struggle

    • Bodyguard Romance

    • Masquerade Ball

    • Vampire Hunter

    • Friendship

    • Protection

    • Romance

    • Love

    • Assassination Attempt

    About this ebook

    This case, if not solved, could kill off royal vampire legacy.

    When Elizabeth Grant from the Nocturnal Defense Society is assigned to protect Nikolai Dragulia, she balks. Next in line to inherit the crown and rule over vampire society, he’s equal parts mysterious and brooding as he is arrogant prince. Being a royal babysitter is not what she signed up for, but as Lizzie delves deeper into possible suspects, she realizes this is so much more.

    The last thing Nikolai Dragulia needs is a babysitter, even one as gorgeous as she is infuriating. But his life has been threatened, and as heir to a timeless legacy, Nikolai is forced to do what he must for his family, even if that means enduring Lizzie Grant and her salty attitude.

    As familial bonds are tested, motives become clear and secrets are revealed, spelling danger for both Nikolai and Lizzie if they can’t learn to work together.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherHeather C. Myers
    Release dateOct 10, 2021
    The Vampire's Executioner
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    Heather C. Myers

    Full disclosure: I am an acquired taste. I'm a typical blonde Orange County suburbanite who says 'like' more than necessary, laughs loud and probably obnoxiously, and loves to dance in the rain. I'm a 25 year old college graduate with more than a few tricks up my sleeve, and I also happen to be a pretty big Ducks fan. Oh, and I'm a writer. Like, for real.I recently signed with Anchor Group Publishing, which will see two of my series being published this year. I've self-published over 15 books, with more on the way, so I'm familiar with both a hybrid-traditional publishing method as well as self-publishing.I don't speak in third person (normally) nor do I wear glasses (except when I'm feeling particularly mischievous). I'm lucky to have found my soul mate at the ripe old age of 22, even though he frustrates me on purpose to get a reaction out of me. We live near Disneyland, have two rambunctious female puppies, and have a beautiful baby girl. He has two amazing boys, and has gotten me hooked on Smallville, watching soccer (okay, okay FOOTBALL - FC Barcelona, baby!), and Cancun Juice.

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      The Vampire's Executioner - Heather C. Myers

      1

      Elizabeth Grant had never been and never would be a smoker. However, there were times when she wished she was because her job was extremely stressful. It wasn’t so much of what she actually did, but the waiting that did her in. She liked to be active, to have something to do. Currently, she sat at an outdoor café, sipping a glass of strawberry lemonade, her forest green eyes hidden behind a chic pair of dark sunglasses. She wore tight black pants with knee high boots over them and a black tank top underneath a denim jacket. She raked her fingers through the untamable, blonde strands, staring at her cell phone, as if that would make it ring faster.

      No such luck.

      She drummed her fingers on the surface of the small black table, ignoring the sunshine and the birds singing nearby.

      Elizabeth – Lizzie, she preferred - worked for the Nocturnal Defense Society, which was a government agency that specialized in maintaining and enforcing equality between humans, vampires, and werewolves. Her job was that of an assassin, and she was damn good at it.

      Not that she took pride in killing. She was still kept up at night with nightmares of what she had done. Her drumming fingers tapped harder and it took everything in her to refrain from shredding the paper napkin that was wrapped around the utensils.

      Even the bad ones didn’t deserve death. At least, not the sort of death she was paid to bring.

      When her boss needed her to take out a high-profile leader, she did it in under twenty-four hours. Whether it was someone from humanity, a werewolf society, or a vampire society – it didn't matter. Whatever they needed, she did it, and usually, without question. It was her job, after all; it paid the bills.

      At least, that was what she told herself. It didn’t help her sleep at night.

      In her occupation, she only had a couple of ground rules that were important when handling cases: First and foremost, those she did take out had to be guilty. None of the reasonable doubt bullshit; there had to be irrefutable evidence against a particular target.

      Secondly, she liked to work alone. She didn't want to be responsible for somebody else, and she didn't want to grow attached to someone who, in all likelihood, was going to die on the job. The only reason Lizzie survived so long in this area of business was because she was smart and fast. She showed no weakness, and she wanted to keep it that way.

      Finally, she wanted to handle the details her way. If her employers wanted her to do it a certain way, they could hire someone else to do it, or they could do it themselves. Just give her the target and get out of her way. She would handle the rest.

      Lizzie started tapping the heel of her right foot so it clacked against the pavement and gazed over to her phone once more. Come on, she murmured under her breath. Come on, come on, come on…

      Her thoughts drifted once again, as her ears continued to hum with the hollow sound of silence. Little girls didn’t typically dream of growing up to be assassins, but somehow, Lizzie always knew that that was what she wanted to do. She didn’t think she could do anything else. She was raised by her mother Carmen, who, in her day, was the NDS' top assassin, outranking even the men. Lizzie was born into this. This meant that Carmen took extra ribbing and the sexism that went along with any female accomplishment, as well as tons of competition from her fellow assassins, but she didn't mind. Lizzie had no idea who her father was, but she never really cared, and Carmen never offered any kind of information. In fact, her mother took that secret to the grave with her.

      Which pissed Lizzie off.

      When she was fourteen, her mother died in the field from a bullet straight between the eyes. Nobody knew how this was possible when she was supposed to be smarter than letting herself get caught, let alone killed.

      After her untimely death, there was also the problem of Carmen's daughter. Who would look after her? Ultimately, a single mother named Kathleen who had a daughter of her own and worked in the research department of NDS took her in.

      From that point forward, Lizzie was determined to become an assassin, and did whatever it took to accomplish her goal. She started running every day and developed a workout regimen to increase her strength, her core, and her balance. She started eating better, though she never denied herself a sweet indulgence every once in a while. And she sacrificed her social life in order to research and study.

      A couple of pigeons landed near Lizzie’s feet. Her first instinct was to shoo them away, but she stopped when she saw them hopping to some crumbs nearby. Who was she to deny them their breakfast?

      At twenty-one, Lizzie became the youngest assassin on a team of four. For the first year, her teammates didn't trust her due to her age. They thought that the only reason she was there was because of who her mother was. But sooner rather than later, she won their trust and started to increase in rank. It wasn't until her partner was killed right in front of her did she finally decide to go solo. Many people in her unit thought she was just being snobby, but she didn't care. No one would understand what she had experienced, and she didn't want to go through it again.

      Though Lizzie was now twenty-three and living on her own, she was still incredibly close to Kathleen Simmons, the woman who had taken her in years ago. In fact, Lizzie's best friend was Kathleen's daughter, Rachel, who excelled at researching, just like her mother. Lizzie was continuously grateful she never had to worry about Rachel because she was rarely, if ever, in the field and therefore, it was highly doubtful she would ever be harmed in any way.

      A chirp caused her thoughts to suddenly disappear, and she glanced down at her phone resting on the surface of the table. An unknown number popped up on her caller identification, and her lips quirked up.

      Finally, she muttered before flipping open the phone and placing it over her ear. Grant, she greeted in the no-nonsense tone she usually used while on the clock.

      Good afternoon, Miss Grant, a familiar, articulate voice on the other end of the line greeted. His voice was breathy, formal, and slightly odd when compared to others, but he had a natural tone of authority imbedded in his tone, and though it wasn't quite intimidating, it commanded respect.

      Good afternoon, Jackson, Lizzie said with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She knew how much her boss detested when she called him by his last name without any form of Mister or Sir beforehand. Luckily, the two went way back, and as long as she wasn't addressing him this way in public or in front of other agents, he usually let her get away with it.

      A heavy sigh echoed in her ear and it was a moment before Jackson said anything. Yes, well, I've got you an assignment that you’ve no doubt been waiting for, he said almost dismissively but not in a callous way. He paused a moment, knowing that Lizzie was quite impatient, especially when it came to learning information about a client or a hit. She bit her bottom lip, trying to suppress the urge to reach through the phone and strangle him until he gave her what she wanted to know.

      Go on, she said, trying to keep the sharp edge out of her voice. Really, she was trying to work on patience, but it was so hard when she had a boss like Jackson who tried at every opportunity to take full advantage of her particular default.

      She could practically hear Jackson smile through the phone and waited another moment before he finally decided to continue. Are you familiar with the Dragulia family?

      You mean the vampire clan? Lizzie asked, puzzled. Aren't they royals in their culture? She never had to take out a royal before and she highly doubted she would. The ones who live forty-five minutes by train into the wilderness on the east side of Somerset, completely opposite of Sterling’s pack?

      They are, Jackson replied.

      Well, isn't it a little obvious taking out a royal? She tilted her head slightly and slid her glasses up the bridge of her nose. The pigeons were still pecking at their food. I mean, I don't even remember hearing that they've done anything to threaten humanity, but then again, it could be because no one trusts me with such information. You know, for your top assassin, everything's been pretty hush-hush. Why is that?

      He sighed again and Lizzie could imagine him reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose. You're getting off topic, Miss Grant, he said with slight exasperation. It would seem that he, too, had to work on his patience, except it only seemed challenging whenever he was around or speaking to Lizzie. And anyway, this isn't a hit.

      She furrowed her brow as she took another sip of her lemonade. I don't understand, she said. I'm an assassin. Why would you be giving me a job that has nothing to do with killing someone?

      It's not so much killing someone as it is protecting them, Jackson corrected. I have just been informed that Nikolai Dragulia, the vampire next in line to claim the throne once his father retires from the position, has been threatened. Apparently, there is a hit out for him in the vampire clan because a few people don't think he would make a good king. He has requested your presence personally in hopes that you would be his bodyguard until this whole thing blows over.

      Lizzie's mouth dropped open and it took her a long moment before she finally responded. Wait a minute, she said, still flabbergasted. This guy wants me to babysit him? That's the job that's so important? You want me to babysit a royal? There is no way I'm going to waste my time with something like this. You can't be serious.

      Well, I am, Jackson said. Money talks and it has spoken. So I suggest you pack in order to make your train.

      Before she could argue some more, the line went dead.

      She almost stopped to buy a carton of cigarettes.

      Almost.

      2

      The train ride to the Dragulia castle was only a forty-five-minute trip outside of Somerset, but Lizzie felt like it took forever to get there. She spent the entire time taking notes on wrinkled napkins about how to successfully babysit a royal vampire. Though, to be honest, she wasn't happy about the prospect whatsoever. This vampire was not only a royal, but he was also supposed to be hundreds of years old. Nikolai Dragulia was the eldest son of the infamous vampire brought to humanity's attention by vampire slayer Bram Stoker. Stoker wrote a factual account of the king, Vladislaus, known today simply as Dracula. Nikolai was next in line to take over his father's place as king of the vampires. Lizzie didn't know exactly how everything worked when it came to vampire royalty besides what they taught her at the academy. She wondered if vampires really could step down from the throne since they were, in fact, immortal. Regardless, by retiring from the throne, Vladislaus had caused an uproar among his colony when he announced the passing of the crown in a few months’ time.

      A tea cart passed by. Lizzie looked up and almost called her back. She could use some chocolate right about now.

      Instead of indulging her craving, she looked down at her notes. The vampires seemed to fall into one of two categories regarding the entire situation. One group thought it was an excellent decision. While Vladislaus was a strong, admirable leader, they thought a new ruler would be more relatable to the younger generation of vampires and might bring a new perspective to them while still maintaining traditional beliefs..However, the other half was more old-fashioned. They either disapproved of Vladislaus resigning or they thought the crown should go to someone else, namely Vladislaus' youngest son, Lewis.

      Lizzie wasn't exactly sure why some people preferred the younger brother over the older one, but apparently, some did. Lizzie had found this interesting when she had researched them earlier during her excursion, learning that Vladislaus chose his heir not based on the age of his sons or who was better liked by the colony, but by whom he felt would be most capable of ruling.

      Lizzie frowned, realizing that she felt a tad sorry for Lewis. However, based on her extensive knowledge of history and societal structure, every kingdom was usually passed down to the first son, so it shouldn't have been that surprising. Oddly enough, that was really all she could find on the subject of the royal vampires, besides a basic profile of the family. Hell, she couldn't even find pictures of them no matter what database she

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