Meeting Destiny; Lachlan’s Story (Annalese and the Immortals) Read Online Free Page B

on so quickly, or that Vlad had been in town.
    “Damn, shit, fuck!” Percy screamed. This was supposed to be easy. He’d been planning this for a century. Revenge. How could one damn Vampire screw up everything. Vincent was supposed to retrieve the girl, leave Lachlan a calling card, and bring her to Percy. Now Vincent was MIA. The girl had gone with Lachlan probably, and Tepes was in town.
    Great, just great. He’d planned on bleeding Lachlan out slowly, destroying him as he’d done to his brother. But now everything was going wrong, starting with Vlad Tepes. Percy had sent two vampires to her apartment looking for her, Vincent, or Lachlan. At this point, he didn’t care which one they found. He just needed some answers.
    He was running out of patience. He’d sent dumb and dumber out over two hours ago with no word. He knew he should have gone himself instead of holing up in an abandoned meat-packing plant. But no, he’d sent them out on a simple task, and they hadn’t checked in.
    A moment later, a knock came on his makeshift office door. “Sire,” Vamp One spoke.
    “Finally, where’s Vincent? What did you see? Speak dammit, I’m waiting.”
    “Sire, Vincent is gone. I found a pile of ash with a claymore in the center.”
    “No!” yelled Percy. Vincent had been with him almost 50 years. This couldn’t be happening. He threw a chair through the wall.
    “Sire, there’s more,” spoke the second flunky.
    “Just great. Why the hell not, right? What else?”
    “A message for you, Sire.”
    “Well, what did it say?” Percy was fast running out of patience with these two.
    “It said ‘Oh how the mighty have fallen. Let’s take this home shall we. See you soon, dead man’ and Sire, it was painted on a wall in blood red.”
    Percy was livid. He wanted to take it home, fine. He’d kill Lachlan and Tepes in Walacchia. He wouldn’t be stopped—not this time. It really was do or die.

Lachlan
    H e’d eaten his fill and taken two pints of blood. Not that he really needed it, but he wanted to be safe around his angel. He had two crystal glasses and his Macallans in hand as he reentered his suite. Annalese was wearing pale pink silk pajamas, her beautiful strawberry curls still damp. Oh shit, there went his erection again, screaming at him for release.
    “Hey,” she spoke softly. She was sitting on the floor in front of the huge fireplace reading.
    “Hey, yourself. Feel better?”
    She nodded.
    God, this woman and her eyes.
    “So, I brought the scotch. Do you wanna ask me anything? I know this is verra difficult for you. I donna want ye to hate me for this mess I’ve brought to ye.”
    Annalese just smiled, patting the floor next to her. “Sit, Lachlan. I want to know a million things.”
    “Like what, lass?”
    “Like how old you are, Lachlan? I’m twenty-five but I’d bet you’re a bit older. However, you look twenty-five.”
    “Aye, yes, I’m a bit older than twenty-five. I was born in 1716 in Glasgow, Scotland. I turned vampire in 1740 at twenty-four. I’ll be three hundred come January.”
    Lese gasped. 1716! Three hundred years old. “Holy shit, Lachlan!”
    He laughed.
    “Now lass, don’t make age jokes. T. has me by three centuries. I’d have died if not for him. He saved my arse on more than one occasion, including the first.”
    “First?” She almost missed the reference. “Oh God, he turned you!”
    “Aye, lass. T. saved me arse. And it’s not a bad life. Just a verra long one—more so when yer alone.”
    Lese sat in silence for a few minutes, then put her hand on his arm. No words were spoken. They just sat. The silence was killing him and he had to know.
    “You’re reading me, aren’t ya, lass?”
    She nodded.
    “So tell me, what do you see? I told ye I was a bastard.”
    “No Lachlan, you’re not.” She took a deep breath. “I feel pain, I always feel pain when I touch you. But I feel loneliness this time. This is the first time you’ve let me feel it. You’re