After Darkness Falls: A Vampire Romance

She’d taken the time to bathe after returning from London, and then changed into her running clothes, as she didn’t own any gear, unlike basically anyone else in Oldcrest. Now there was no sense in delaying the inevitable. She left the dorms and headed north.

How many times had she watched this place from afar? Too many to count. But Chloe had never stepped anywhere near Night Hill until today.

The entire base of the hill was surrounded by electric fences, and it only had one opening: a gate barring the sinuous road leading up to the summit.

Once she reached the barrier, she frowned. There was no device, no camera, and the heavy black metal doors weren’t moving. Maybe she should turn around. Go home now, while she still could.

But then Levi would—rightly—think that she’d chickened out like a coward. That wasn’t an option.

She was chewing on her bottom lip when she caught movement in her peripheral vision; she lifted her gaze to see a familiar raven soaring in the sky, flying toward the hill. But instead of heading for her shoulder, the bird landed on a small building she hadn’t even noticed.

To her right, a few hundred paces away, stood a small wooden cabin, its lights on so she could see someone moving inside.

Chloe cleared her throat as she reached it.

‘Hello?’

Her voice sounded hoarse.

‘Excuse me, I’m supposed to go up the hill.’

Somehow.

She sighed when no one answered. Chloe glanced down at her phone in her hand. Levi hadn’t called from a hidden number; she could just ring him and ask him to pick her up.

Like she was a helpless damsel in distress.

She lifted her fist and knocked at the door just as it swung open in front of the tallest person she’d ever seen.

He had a large head, flat at the top, and his face was contorted into a sullen expression. His eyes were moss-green, bright, and larger than her palm. The man was twice her size at least.

‘I don’t know you.’

His voice was gruff.

‘We haven’t met before,’ she said reasonably, glad to hear that her voice was almost even. ‘My name is Chloe. Chloe Miller. I’m supposed to go on the hill—to see Levi.’

The man narrowed his eyes. ‘I don’t like lies.’

Well, okay then.

‘I’m not lying. We can call Levi and—’

‘Why did you go and marry a Miller? Boring name. Not a bit of nobility in it.’

Well, he was right about that.

‘I didn’t marry a Miller. That’s my father’s name.’

His face wrinkled in an exaggerated frown, like the entire conversation confused him.

Then he turned back inside the small house.

‘Chloe Miller, you say…Chloe Miller.’

He returned with a long roll of paper and was now wearing a pair of gigantic glasses, thicker than the bottom of a wine bottle.

‘Ah!’ he exclaimed victoriously. ‘Chloe Miller. Currently blonde, brown eyes, five foot six.’ He looked up from his paper to take her in and nodded to himself. ‘Permitted on the hill since January. It appears all is in order, then. You may proceed.’

She grinned at him. ‘Thank you. But you know my name, and it appears we’re on unequal footing.’

The man laughed good-humoredly. ‘Unequal footing is all you’ll find on Night Hill. But you may have my name; I don’t see why not. I’m Billevern. Bill. The last troll on Earth.’

He said it quite proudly.

‘Why the last?’ Chloe couldn’t help questioning.

The troll shrugged. ‘’Cause I have no interest in ladies. One doesn’t reproduce when they prefer balls to lady bits.’

Well, that made sense.

‘Besides, I don’t like children. And there are plenty of us in other worlds.’

She had so many questions. Chloe had just opened her mouth, ready to spout them all out, when a familiar voice interrupted her.

‘Chloe.’

She turned and grimaced. Levi stood beside his flashy car and close to the now-open gate.

‘I thought you might want a lift up the hill.’

She sighed. ‘Until next time, then, Billevern.’

She waved, and the troll waved back.

To her surprise, Levi circled the car to open the passenger door for her. He was old, but she wouldn’t have thought of him as old-fashioned.

‘Thanks.’

She slid onto the leather seat; he’d shut the door and regained his place behind the wheel before she could tie her belt.

‘Bill likes you.’

She smiled. ‘He seemed nice enough.’

‘To you,’ Levi insisted. ‘He growls and bares his teeth at the rest of us. I think only a handful of people get a smile.’

Chloe beamed. ‘That’d be because I’m polite. You’re just annoying.’

Levi’s laugh was a low rumble. ‘Annoying that troll would be suicidal. He was trained alongside the slayers of old. His kind decide their likes and dislikes in a primal way. You either smell the right way, have pheromones he likes, or you don’t. The human bullshit is just details.’

She gave that statement a bit of thought. ‘So, wait, if I wear perfume, he might change his mind and dislike me?’

Levi shook his head as the car flew farther up the hill. She was glad he was driving her after all; if she’d had to hike all the way up, she might have arrived to training exhausted.

‘Perfume just masks the surface. Most sups can still smell you underneath.’

Interesting.

‘What do I smell like?’

Levi’s lips curved in a wicked smile. ‘Dessert.’

She couldn’t help herself: she laughed.

‘Are we talking train macaroons or bread and butter pudding?’

He glanced at her, chuckling. ‘You want to know if you’re appetizing?’

She shrugged. ‘If I’m food, I want to be out-of-this-world, orgasmic food, at least.’

Levi shook his head, remaining silent.

‘It’s bread and butter pudding, isn’t it?’

‘Drop it, Chloe.’

‘I’m a common dessert. Woe is me!’

Levi swerved onto a driveway leading to an opulent red brick mansion that looked strangely modern, with floor-to-ceiling windows that took up most of the walls on the ground floor. The grounds weren’t vast, but they’d been curved, cut, and trimmed into submission to look just as he willed them to. In front of the drive was a ridiculously large pool with an island in the center.

‘That’s a little…’ She searched for a halfway polite word. ‘Much, don’t you think?’

There were towers on either wing of the house. Towers.

‘The estate has to be able to host gatherings of the gentry—thousands of vampires not easily impressed. And impressing them is a must.’

She rolled her eyes. ‘You’d think so.’

‘Our kind have a short memory overall. Without subtle reminders, they soon forget who’s in charge, and why.’

‘And the McMansion is a reminder?’

She undid her seatbelt; the next instant, her door was open and Levi was extending a hand to help her out.

‘The armory, the paintings, the priceless sculptures by the most talented masters of this era certainly make a statement. And, well, we needed room to store all that shit.’

Chuckling, she noticed that she wasn’t nearly as annoyed with Levi as usual. There was something different about him tonight, although she wasn’t sure what.

‘Shall we?’