I felt a little guilty chastising Tammy Jo for bonding with her vampire. I’m sure she had no way of knowing it was only out of experience that I was giving the advice. I’ve painted myself into quite a corner here. At this point if I told her that I had come to Shreveport to check up on and possibly assassinate her lover, would she believe me when I told her that I wanted her more than anything I’ve ever wanted?
Would that be completely true? No…there had been a time when I wanted someone else just as badly. I wanted a vampire…just like Tammy Jo wants Roman. She’s beauty…danger…grace and violence all rolled up into an 800 year old goddess. She said she wanted me too. We understood each other. She got it that I was a monster inside because she was the devil.
I met her when I was still a US Marshall, when I still had a good reputation…before I became a killer for hire. It was my obsession with her…and the resulting bonding that aided in my getting canned. No one trusted the agent who could no longer focus on the job…the agent who dropped everything to take a flight to Mississippi because his woman wanted him to. When your family finds out about that kind of shit…it’s never good. My father the packleader could not forgive my mistake…and hell. I don’t want him to.
I lost my job and I didn’t care…all I wanted was her. All she wanted was the challenge. I suppose we were both lucky to get out of it alive..though the bond remains. I think at times she regrets it just as much as I do. I see her from time to time…hell we both work for Russell Edgington. We try to be pleasant but sometimes it fails. I wonder if she knows I still carry her picture in my worn out wallet.
So then she suggested again that I was only looking for a mamma for my baby boy…I tried to laugh it off but what if she was right? It’s a wolf thing…neither one of us can really help ourselves.
I have to admint…we would make one hell of a kid.
Too bad she would hate me once I killed her vampire..wasn’t I really only waiting for the word from Russell Edginton?