Miss Me When the Sun Goes Down: Forged Bloodlines, #4

By Lisa Olsen

"Little old me, Anja Evans - art college drop out, relative newbie in vampire society and newly single without Bishop by my side - the new Jarl of the Northwest? Great googly moogly... how did I get myself into these things?"

There are new responsibilities for Anja to live up to as well as her growing entourage of friends crowding her out of house and home. With the news that Bishop is out of the picture, Jakob is back, his patience growing thin as he waits for Anja to put aside her petty distractions and take her place by his side. But Anja doesn't want to spend her life as an ornament, she's resolved to bring a sense of humanity back to the vampire community. With her newfound abilities (and a few well placed allies), the Order doesn't stand a chance against Anja and her determination to provide Sanctuary to any vampire that needs it. But the dangers in Anja's life might come from within the walls she's built to keep herself safe.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lisa Olsen
• Release date: Jul 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781498938297

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Acknowledgements

Chocolate covered thanks to my editing team, Beckie Pimentel, Marilyn Weaver, and James Olsen for really coming through in a time crunch to get this sucker ready for publication!  Randi Pandi, thanks for all your support and great feedback, as usual.  Thanks to everyone who voted on the cover art and voted to make Follow Me When the Sun Goes Down my next writing project.  I love getting your input on my website! 

Chapter One

I couldn’t breathe. 

Okay, so technically I didn’t need to breathe (being a vampire and all), but my lungs seized up tight, squeezing my chest like a bear hug from a linebacker.  Little old me, Anja Evans – art college drop out, relative newbie in vampire society and newly single without Bishop by my side – the new Jarl of the Northwest?  Great googly moogly... how did I get myself into these things?

What did that even mean?  From Jarrod and Leander’s pretty speech, it was clear they wanted my counsel and protection (as if I could provide either!) and were willing to pay top dollar for it.  It would’ve been laughable if everyone in the bar hadn’t all been staring at me with adoring puppydog eyes, absolutely convinced in my ability to deliver. 

I opened my mouth to protest, and nothing came out but a squeak, which was thankfully swallowed by the ocean of well-wishers, plying our table with free drinks.  Ellie ate it up, her naturally boisterous personality having no trouble making friends in a new city, while Maggie was more reserved, though I could see the excitement shining behind her pretty hazel eyes.  My new bodyguards, Gunnar and Isak, looked impassive as always, glowering behind me in what was supposed to be an intimidating stance, I’m sure. 

My eyes sought out Rob, finding him leaning against the bar, the hint of a smile playing over his lips.  Despite his laid-back demeanor, there was nothing casual in the way his eyes slid over the room.  Alert, they missed nothing.  Despite having foisted me off on the hired goons behind me, I knew he still had my back, watching carefully for any hint of danger.  Dressed in his usual blue jeans with a tight t-shirt stretched across his muscular form, with more stubble on his jaw than on his closely shaven head, he gave off just the right touch of menace to keep a cushion of space around him.  Overall appealing, in a dangerous sort of way, but I kind of missed the suit.

I shot him a pleading glance, hoping he’d come and scare off some of the crowd jostling my table, but he gave a slow shake of the head, leaving me to deal with it.  It made sense, I supposed, he was leaving anyway.  It’d be better to learn how to take care of that sort of thing on my own. 

The din was overpowering to my sensitive ears.  Almost everyone else in the Bleeding Hart was a vampire too, didn’t it bother them?  Apparently not, from the way they clamored for my attention, shouting to outdo each other.  It got easier once I figured out they didn’t actually care what I had to say in response.  All that was required of me was to nod and smile, as long as I gave them some acknowledgement.  Somehow or other I managed to keep it together until it was just Rob and me in the car, my new bodyguards escorting Ellie and Maggie back to the apartment. 

At first I slumped against the leather seat, exhausted, while Rob drove smoothly through the hilly streets of San Francisco.  But the farther away I got from my new subjects, the more it sank in.  I had subjects.  I had a territory.  I had a position.  Now I felt like I was about to hyperventilate. 

Oh God... what happened back there? I moaned, voice muffled by my hands.  What the heck is a Jarl anyways?

A gravelly laugh rumbled from Rob’s chest, his rough British accent lending a streetwise twist to his words.  Don’t get your knickers in a knot, it’s nothing you can’t handle.  It’s sort of like the chief of these parts.  You should be glad, yeah?  It’s a grand honor.

Glad?  All I wanted to do was come home and curl up into a ball to lick my wounds after Bishop’s rejection – the last thing I wanted was to be thrust into the spotlight.  But... I’m not a four hundred year old vampire, remember?  I’ve only been at this for a couple of months.  How can I possibly qualify for something like this? 

They’ve already been treating you as such, coming to you for counsel and you’ve been aces at it.  Why not make it formal-like and get the recognition you deserve?  Not to mention a bit of scratch.

He was right on that count, I could use the money.  Even with Bishop staying indefinitely in England, I didn’t feel right about living at his place anymore.  That left me cramming into my old apartment with Maggie and Ellie, and that meant paying rent.  I couldn’t depend on my parents for money anymore either, not since I’d dropped out of college.  At some point I’d have to have a serious conversation with them about that, but I had too many other things to worry about at the moment.  You knew they were going to do that and you let it happen, didn’t you? My blue eyes swung towards him accusingly.  Why didn’t you warn me what to expect?

I suspected as much, Rob replied with a half shrug.  You’re worried you might bodge it up?

The thought had come to mind, yes.  Even with my newly found ability to compel other vampires (or maybe especially because of it), I didn’t feel confident about dispensing counsel or protection to anyone.  How could I be responsible for an entire district if I couldn’t even get my own life in order? 

You realize I have no idea how to do this job, right?  I mean, how often am I supposed to give counsel?  Will it always be at the Hart, or am I expected to see people at my place?  How am I supposed to keep them from finding out I’m a fraud if they see I’m holed up in a tiny apartment with two other girls?

That’s for you to decide.  You’re the Jarl, remember? He shot me an amused smirk.  Look, you set the rules, you determine how much you want to take on.  Plus, you can afford to get your own place now with that box of cash.  It’ll be easy peasey.

Somehow I didn’t think it’d be as simple as he let on.  And what kind of protection can I really give people against the Order?

You can bloody well offer more protection against them than any other vamp in these parts. 

You mean with my compulsion.

Too right.

It wasn’t something I wanted to rely on, or even develop as a talent.  So far it’d been more trouble than it was worth.  But what if he was right?  What if I could use my ability for good?  If I’d known about my ability to compel other vampires in time, could I have saved Scotty and Marta’s lives?  That was something to think about. 

All at once I realized we weren’t headed back to my apartment.  Where are we going?

I thought you might like to pick up some things from your boy’s flat, seeing as how...

Seeing as how he’s not my boy any more, I sighed, looking out the window. 

He’ll come ’round, you’ll see.

Not unless he’s magically able to get over his trust issues, he won’t.  Not that I blamed him.  If I knew the person I was in love with had the ability to alter my thoughts and memories with a single glance, I’d think twice about getting involved with them too.  Actually, I had – with my Sire, Jakob – hadn’t I?  So far I wasn’t aware that he’d tried to compel me into having feelings for him, but the threat was always there.   

We rode in silence for the rest of the way, and when he pulled into the parking lot behind Bishop’s building, I didn’t move a muscle.  I’m not sure how long it’ll take me to get my stuff together.  Do you want to come up? 

I’ll see you up to the door.  I’ve already told your new bodyguards to come round after they drop off the girls. 

Then he was planning on ditching me sooner than later.  I wasn’t completely sold on the idea of his replacements.  Are you sure about those guys?  They look kinda rough and imposing.

That’s their job.

Yes, but... what are they like?

How do you mean?  His forehead scrunched up in confusion and I searched for the right words to make him understand. 

What are they like when they’re not standing around looking rough and imposing?  These guys are going to be with me all the time, right?  Are they always going to be standing stock still like bookends, or will they relax and have a cup of tea with me like you do? 

I’ve no idea.  I just know they’re the best I could send for to look after you.  Rob got out of the car and came around to open my door.  I felt silly sitting there like a pouting child with him standing around waiting, so I left the security of the car and headed up the stairs to Bishop’s door. 

I still don’t think you should have to pay for them.  I can afford them now, can’t I?  I wasn’t entirely sure how much was in that moneybox, but it looked like a fair amount of cash.

You could, but it’s already been taken care of.

I’m not your responsibility though.  Jakob’s the one who hired you.  Maybe he should have to pay for them? 

I wanted to see you looked after. 

He sounded almost wistful, and I wondered, not for the first time, whose idea it was for him to leave in the first place.  You could always stick around, if you wanted to really make sure I was safe.  My voice was hopeful as I leaned against the doorframe, at least until I caught his expression and I knew the answer to that.  You’ll come back after your business is over though, right?

I don’t know.  I can’t say when I’ll be in these parts again. He looked away.

Oh.  My voice sounded small to my ears.  Where will you be going?

It’s better that you don’t know.

It started to sink in that this was a different kettle of fish than I’d been expecting.  Knowing Rob would be leaving, I always supposed that he’d be back after whatever he had to take care of was wrapped up.  But it became clear I wasn’t losing Rob for a while, now it felt like I was really losing him.  As in forever.  Okay, so I can respect that babysitting me isn’t the most glorious of jobs, but... at least promise we’ll stay in touch. 

I don’t want you to get your hopes up on that score.  Where I’m headed, it might not be possible for a while. 

My eyes narrowed, trying my best to read between the lines.  Are you saying I won’t see you again?

It’s hard to say, but it isn’t likely to be for a while.  Not until I can get some things sorted.  Rob wouldn’t meet my gaze, suddenly more interested in the scuff on the top of his shoe. 

It was all too much.  First Bishop, then Bridget, now Rob...  I’d thought maybe I could limp along for a while and not mess things up too badly until he got back.  But how was I supposed to get along completely on my own?  As much as I enjoyed getting to know Ellie and Maggie, I couldn’t be myself around them.  They depended on me for too much. 

Rob... I need you, I pleaded, willing him to look at me.  I wasn’t too proud to let him see the naked fear in my eyes.  How else am I going to get through this?

Rob’s head came up at the panic in my voice, his features softening as he leaned forward to deliver the smallest brush of lips to my brow.  No, you don't.  You can handle anything you've a mind to take on.

So this is it then. 

I’m afraid so.

I don’t want to say goodbye.  I know, I know... it was so selfish of me, but goodbye sounded so final. 

Say cheers then.  The corner of his mouth tugged up into a half smile.  You’ll be alright, Anja.  I wouldn’t leave if I didn’t truly believe it.

I drew myself up, refusing to completely fall apart in front of him once I heard the absolute assurance in his voice.  Even if it was all a load of bunk designed to bolster my confidence, it’d have to be enough.  Cheers, Rob.  Thanks for everything, you’ve been a good friend.  I really do hope we meet again.

Never can tell.  His lips twitched into a fleeting smile, as he shuffled backwards on the landing.  I’ll wait outside until the boys get here to bring you home.

Rob... I reached out to call him back, but no flash of brilliance struck to change his mind.  I think... tell them, I’m spending the night here.  They can meet me here when the sun goes down tomorrow.

As you wish.  The warmth was gone from his lips, but not his eyes as he turned to descend the stairs.

Chapter Two

If ever I was having an Empire Strikes Back kind of night, this was it.  All I lacked was the weepy music to drown my sorrows in, but Bishop’s mp3 collection was half a world away in his laptop.  If I turned on the TV I’d get sucked into a Hallmark movie, and then I’d turn into an emotional mess.  Digging through the closet, I remembered he had an old laptop up on the top shelf, so I pulled it down and booted it up, hoping it had something to chase away the silence.  Switching it on, I turned back to the closet to sort through my clothes hanging neatly beside Bishop’s. 

I couldn’t bring myself to pack everything up to take home yet.  Somewhere in the back of my mind, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d find my home with Bishop again someday.  Maybe that was wishful thinking, but what kind of a life would I be living if I gave up all my wishes?  What I wouldn’t have given to hear from Bishop at that moment...

Who is this?

I froze as that familiar voice broke the stillness, my heart clenching in pleasure mingled with pain.  Bishop?  My head swiveled around to see his face fill the laptop screen.  Skype must have launched automatically when I turned on the laptop, and of course he’d wondered who had signed on from his old account...

Anja?  What are you...?  His eyes dropped as I came into view, almost as if he was afraid to catch my gaze.  Did he really think I might try to compel him across the Internet?

I’m sorry, I won’t be here long.  I came to get a few things tonight and I wanted some music. 

Music.

It’s so quiet here.  Without you.  As much as I loved seeing him again, it all felt wrong, like a mistake.  It killed me to see him looking at me with such mistrust.  But I’ll have all my things out of here soon, I promise, I added hurriedly. 

Right.  Bishop scratched at the back of his neck absently, looking as miserable as I felt.  Look, you don’t have to rush things.  If you need a place to stay while I’m away...

No, I shouldn’t be here, it’s your place.

He looked tired and drawn, as if he hadn’t been sleeping well.  It’s fine, Anja.  I’ll be here for the foreseeable future.

No, it’s okay, I’m staying back at my old place again with Maggie and Ellie.  His jaw tightened at the mention of the illegal vampire, and I hurried to change the subject.  I’ll probably be getting a bigger place soon though.  I got a new job.  Jarl of the Northwest. 

Instead of being impressed, his brows drew together into a single dark line.  Please tell me you’re not serious.

Of course I’m serious.  Why would I make up something like that?

Anja, you can’t...  Even you can see why this is a bad idea, can’t you?

I can handle whatever I decide to take on! I interrupted, recalling Rob’s vote of confidence.  Ugh, why had I thought he’d be impressed or even supportive?  All Bishop wanted to do was stick me in a corner somewhere I couldn’t make any trouble. 

You don’t know the first thing about being a Jarl.

I know enough to know it’s time for some changes in my life, and this is the best way to go about it, I replied, actually believing it for the first time.  My school career was over.  Following Bishop around as his main squeeze was shelved for the moment as well.  And didn’t I want more for myself anyway?  This was a far better opportunity than working for minimum wage plus tips in an all night diner.  I thought you of all people would be happy for me.

It’s not that I don’t want to be happy for you.  You’ll invite a lot more scrutiny in such a high profile position.  People might start to suspect you’re not who you claim to be. 

So let them.  You yourself set up my identity as Anja Gudrun, I’m safe as houses.  I held my own against the bullies over there.  I can handle myself on my own home turf just fine.  You’ll see.

Bishop let out a long breath.  I hope you’re right.  An awkward silence stretched between us, neither wanting to break the call, but unable to think of anything to say.

How are things there? I ventured.  Are you alright? 

I’m not really at liberty to say... He shifted uncomfortably and I realized he was hiding behind protocol rather than getting personal with me again.

Of course not, I nodded sadly.  Vetis and the West aren’t completely allies these days.  Say no more.  Well, like I said, I’ll have my stuff out of here in a jiffy.

And like I said, there’s no rush.

Mixed signals.  How was I supposed to figure out what was going on between us when he kept giving me mixed signals?  Not that it mattered, with him on another continent for the foreseeable future.  It’s good to see you again, Bishop.  I hope things sort out for you over there.  Oh, and ah, watch your back around Angel.  I remembered suddenly that I’d never had a chance to warn him about his boss and her involvement in Thomas Lyon’s death. 

What do you mean by that?

I realized it wasn’t a good idea to discuss it over Skype with him in the House of Vetis.  In fact, I probably shouldn’t have mentioned most of what we’d talked about.  Just be careful.

You too, Anja.  I hope like hell you haven’t bitten off more than you can chew with this Jarl thing.

Me too.  I’ll be fine, Bishop.  We both know why I can take care of myself. 

Fair enough.  He looked away, jaw tightening as if he wanted to say something else, but his self control won out.  I have to go, he muttered abruptly, the connection breaking before I could so much as open my mouth to say goodbye. 

For the second time that night, I said goodbye to someone I’d counted on to be by my side.  Was this what being a vampire would be like?  A constant string of goodbyes as those I came to care about passed through? 

Goodbye, Bishop, I said to the darkened screen, closing the door to that part of my life as I snapped the laptop shut. 

* * *

I slept like the dead for most of the next day, waking with a lump in my throat the size of Texas when I saw the empty space beside me in bed.  I lolled around on Bishop’s side of the bed, imagining I could still smell him on the pillow, even though I knew that was completely insane.  As evening painted long shadows against the bedroom walls, I realized I couldn’t lie in bed for the rest of my life.  Sure, I could lay there and feel sorry for myself for a day or thirty, but that wouldn’t change anything.  The only way to move on was to get my sorry behind out of bed and start going through the motions. 

Besides, I had responsibilities.  Back at the apartment, a fragile girl and a baby vamp waited for me to show them my city, and I was pretty sure my new bodyguards would be camped out downstairs when I went outside.  But before we could do anything together, I needed to feel them out about the turn of events in the past twenty-four hours. 

Sure enough, Gunnar and Isak waited patiently as can be in a gunmetal gray Mercedes Benz sedan right outside.  The pair wore identical dark suits again, with sunglasses, even though it was pitch black outside.  Their hair was cut in exactly the same fashion and they were similar enough in height, build and facial features to be brothers, with strong jawlines and cheekbones.  We set off after stowing my bags in the trunk, with me feeling more than a little awkward initiating conversation from the back seat. 

Still, I gave it my best shot.  So, have you guys spent much time in San Francisco before?

No.

I wasn’t sure if it was Gunnar or Isak who replied.  In that light it was almost impossible to tell them apart.  Maybe I’d have to start having them wear different colored ties or something.  No?  Well, there are a lot of cool things to check out now that you’re here.  Do you like music?

No.

No, I repeated softly.  So far all I’d learned was they weren’t all that big on chit chat.  What about the movies?  We’ve had a ton of them shot around here.  I could show you some of the famous places.  Do you go to the movies much?

No.

The same one answered each of the times, and I started to wonder if the other one talked at all.  Maybe they had a psychic connection?  There had to be a way to loosen them up.  Do you guys share a brain or is he a mute? I joked, only neither of them laughed.  They just traded a look and I started to wonder...  "Oh God... is he mute?  I sucked in a breath.  I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to..."

I speak, the other one said, his voice in a higher register that didn’t quite match his imposing form.  Maybe that was why he chose to be the strong silent type? 

So you do, I nodded, more relieved than I could say.  Cool beans, this is progress.  Um, just for my benefit, which one of you is Gunnar and which one is Isak?

I am Gunnar, he is Isak, the more talkative one replied.

Where are you guys from originally?

We are from Copenhagen.

Oh, Denmark?  Consider the ice broken!  We were onto multiple word responses! 

Yes, you know this place? 

Well, no, not really.  All I knew about the country was the capital city, but I resolved to Google it as soon as I had the chance.  Maybe you could tell me about it?

There is little to tell.  To know a place, you must first go there.

Fair enough.  How long have you guys been vampires?  They traded looks again, and I wondered if I’d asked something incredibly gauche. 

Long enough to serve you well, have no fear in that, Gunnar replied grimly. 

Oh, I wasn’t doubting your skills, I was quick to interject.  They still weren’t really getting the spirit of the questions.  As we pulled up to the apartment, I resolved to try again.  Listen, I want you guys to come up for a while, okay? 

Short nods were given, and they escorted me up the three flights of stairs with my bags in hand.  Ellie practically tackled me the instant I stepped through the door and quick like a jackrabbit, Gunnar pried her off me, holding her at arm’s length. 

Lay off! Ellie tugged her arm free, scowling at the bodyguard, her Irish brogue sharp.  Don’t be twistin’ hay with me, I’m not afraid of the likes of you!  Her auburn hair hung loose around her shoulders, the streaks of pink pinned back with sparkly clips shaped like stars.  She wore an oversized purple sweater that nearly dwarfed her petite frame, along with a pair of tattered black leggings with lime green tights peeking through.  Heavy workboots completed the picture, the tongues flopping as she regained her balance.

Whoa, settle down, I interjected before she worked herself up into a lather.  What’s wrong?

Thank God you’re here. I’d started to think you’d abandoned us.  It was clear that Ellie wouldn’t be robbed of her dramatics, and I waved her on to try and get to the root of it.  I’m starving and Maggie’s being difficult.

Difficult?

Yeah, alls I wanted was a taste.

Maggie appeared at the bedroom door, her hazel eyes wide and tragic, as if she expected me to punish her for not wanting to be fed from.  Her golden brown hair offered dubious protection, but she drew it around herself like a cloak, trying her best to blend into the wall.  I... wasn’t... I didn’t know if... she stammered miserably, and I crossed the room in an instant, wrapping a comforting arm around her shoulder.  At least she didn’t flinch away from my touch. 

It’s fine, I don’t expect you to have to feed anyone, I whispered softly.  Not after what she’d endured as Jasper’s feeder.  Ellie, Maggie is a friend, not food, I added sternly.  At least she hadn’t resorted to compulsion to override Maggie’s objections, and that was a step in the right direction. 

But you’ve fed from her before, Ellie protested, eyes on the girl’s swan-like neck. 

Uh oh... I’d have to nip that in the bud before there was a problem between the two of them.  That was different.  Maggie’s not here as my feeder.  She’s here as a friend, like I said.  In fact, I want us all to get to know each other better. 

Sounds grand, but can we do it after we eat? she begged, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other, like a toddler who has to pee but wouldn’t admit it. 

How about this?  We’ll send out for pizza so Maggie can have something to eat and then you can have a little something too, as long as you’re careful, okay?  It was either that or go knock on Mr. Ramirez’s door across the hall, and someone anonymous sounded safer.  What about you guys, do you need to feed?  I asked the men, who stood flanking the front door.  They both shook their heads, and I assumed they’d take care of it on their own time.  The less I knew about it, the better.

But I want to go out!  Ellie flounced into the easy chair, spinning around and around.  Alls I’ve seen of this city is from the flicks.  Can’t we see the sights?

"Yes, we can, but not tonight.  Tonight I have something

Reviews for Miss Me When the Sun Goes Down

[bettesbooks · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

My first foray into vampires left me disappointed with a sense of is that all there is. The story started out with a bang catching my attention and making me want to read more but after the first 50 pages it just became slightly repetitive. Typical feminist view point "it's up to me, no man is going to tell me what to do" even if I don't know any facts of the situation. Which brings us to the "too stupid to live" moments ... this is where I lost my interest. Because the writer was setting up a cliff hanger and I hadn't even decided if I liked the characters yet. I may read the second in the series to be sure I am giving it a fair chance, but it won't be a priority read.