Threat:

Kira:

Work today in the salon has been slow. Three clients so far this morning. I don't have to go to the orphanage because they organized a trip to the Acropolis in Athens and other excursions for this week, so the children won't be back until next week. The girls are happy that things are finally settled between me and Patrick.
We have been together for two months now and although it is practically a long-distance relationship, I must say that things are going quite well. Patrick has told me a lot about his world and the duties he fulfills as king of the vampires.
I nevertheless can’t still completely believe it all. Vampires and witches, loose in our world! What's next? Aliens?
I would love to lie and say that we spend all of our time in bed together, but we don't. My... Should I call him boyfriend, huh?...well, my boyfriend takes me out for walks, to restaurants, to clubs, to ice skating and shopping. I love to go shopping.
Two weeks ago he set fire to my red dress and those heels that... well, they starred in one of the biggest stupidities of my life, the next day he took me to Athens and replaced the charred clothes with a silver outfit. Dress and heels.

From there we went to the disco in Mykonos, where it can be said that everything started and he had great fun lowering the straps of my dress, with his teeth, in the wash of said disco.
I’d never done it in front of a mirror and the adrenaline caused by the possibility of someone coming in and catching us, elevated the experience to the sublime.

Now, we are cleaning up to close the salon, the girls protest that I don't go out with them anymore. What can I say? I dedicate my weekends entirely to my... boyfriend.

The bell on the front door tinkles, we are finishing getting everything ready for closing. I turn around and see that a rather tall man has entered, he must be even taller than Patrick and he is really attractive. Dressed completely in black long sleeved shirt, pants and cardigan. In another time I would already be flirting with him, but, I have progressed and now I’m an almost decent woman.
—We’ve closed.-Andrea explains. - besides, this salon caters to women, if you want a cut or shave I can direct you to the best barber in town.

The man frowns. He doesn’t seem to understand what is being said to him.

—He must be a tourist.- I comment, approaching Andrea.
Although he doesn't look like it, he is very well dressed, he is neat and the aroma of his expensive cologne has enveloped the entire room. He wears a white shirt, black pants and shiny black shoes. On top of it all he wears a black cardigan that looks brand new and all of his clothes look designer’s brand.
I take a step forward, repeating Andrea's words in English. The man smiles slightly. There's something about him that I just don't like. His dark eyes are framed by deep shadow under his eyes and one of his hands trembles convulsively.

—Which one of you is Kira Samaras?-he asks in an almost inaudible whisper between his teeth.

I take a step back. I’m standing two meters from the stranger. My palms are sweating and I have a lump in my throat. What the hell could this man possibly want with me? The girls sense my fear and come to surround me protectively. Signaling, I let them know that it is dangerous and I try to keep them behind me.
—It’s Me. I am Kira Samaras.- I face the stranger and he raises an eyebrow.

-It’s nothing personal. That bastard took the woman I love away from me and I consider it fair to make him suffer exactly the same.- His accent is pronounced, I suspect he could be Italian.

My impression that he is mentally unstable is confirmed. His eyeballs move convulsively aimlessly for a few seconds. A cold sweat runs through me. He reaches into the inside pocket of his cardigan and pulls out a shiny black pistol, which points directly at my forehead.
—Call him. Call him and pass it to me as soon as he answers.- he whispers. His hand, which holds the gun, trembles.
I don’t make him beg. I pull my cell phone out of my back pocket and dial Patrick. Answers on the second ring. I don't have time to talk, the man snatches the phone from me.

Patrick:

—What a surprised tigress I thought...

—Listen to me, figlio di puttana, I have a gun pointed at your bitch's forehead.

An acid sensation takes over my stomach. It's the second time since I've met her that I fear losing her.

—What do you want?-I bark through my teeth.

—I want what you took from me. I want my woman back.

—Your woman?

—You have forbidden her to come near me.Make Cleo come here or I'll kill your bitch and her friends. You have one hhour- the phone connection dies.
— Fuck!
I look up the cell number and call.
—Cleopatra. Yeah, another one of your guys is causing trouble. He's on Spiros and he's threatening to kill my human. I don't care how you do it, but fix it or you'll face me. You have thirty minutes.

I leave like a mad dog from my office, barking orders at my men. We must leave for Spiros immediately. I'm not going to let that madman hurt my girl.

Kira:

I think I’ve lived the longest twenty minutes of my miserable life. The man ordered us to place our cell phones on a small table, has taken a seat and now waits quietly. Sitting there,one leg crossed over the knee of the other. He even cordially invited us to take a seat and gawks while waiting but remains pointing the gun at me.

The slon door swings open with a crash. A dark-haired woman walks in, barefoot and completely soaked, her black hair plastered to her face, her makeup smeared, her black short leather dress although tight to her amazing body is a mess but she still looks gorgeous.

She quickly scans the room and as soon as her gaze lands on the man her eyes sparkle.

—Luca, caro.- she whispers in a low, seductive tone of voice.

The man jumps to his feet. His whole body trembles.

—Cleo, bella, you've finally come.- he sobs, looking at her with such an adoring expression that for a second I feel envious. He has just seen her and his eyes have filled with tears.
The woman puts her hands on her hips, then brushes her drenched hair back from her face.
—I came running as soon as they told me. I had to swim across the Mediterranean Sea, it was the fastest way to get there. I hate to ruin my clothes, Luca. I didn't even have time to change!
—Sorry innamorata, but this was the only way I could find it to make you come to me.
—Here I am , darling.-she purrs seductively. -Let the girls go, hmm?

She walks towards him, swaying her hips and lifting her breasts invitingly. The man's expression becomes openly carnal. I look at the girls, they are as petrified as I am. Luca's breath hitches, his fist gripping the gun trembles convulsively.

—You don't want to hurt them, darling. You just wanted to see me.-the woman whispers persuasively, stopping and carefully assessing the situation. – don't be petulant. Let them go or we'll be in bigger trouble.

—It can't end like this. I don't want it to end like this. – The man cocks the gun, grabbing it with both hands and faces me. - If I can't be happy, if I can't be with the woman I love, neither can he!
In the blink of an eye the woman is between me and the gun. It suddenly became evident to me... The woman is one of them, she is a vampire, however her disgruntled lover is human. Something must have happened. Something caused their separation and Patrick is involved, I know.
—You'll have to shoot me first, caro.- sighs the vampiress. I can't see her face, her back is turned me, but I suspect from her voice that her eyes are filled with tears. - I'm not moving from here.
—Amore...- the man sobbed. – I need you. I love you, non posso vivere senza te.

—I miss my boys too.

Her boy?

—Now, my love, lower that weapon and kiss me.- the vampire begs.

Luca obeys, slowly lowering the gun and letting it fall to the ground. The woman throws herself into his arms and they kiss so passionately I don't know how they don't catch fire right where they're standing. She moans, he sobs and in a flash they begin taking off their clothes.
Okay, we've seen enough. I tell the girls, through signs, that it's time to go. I even took Jess's hand and pulled her towards the door. One last look at the couple shows me the vamp's bare chest and her lover's lips closed over one of her hardened nipples.