Vince

     The next night I come back to the building to interview Vince.  As I ride up to the ninth floor I feel a lot more calm than I did with Specter.   Same routine.  Stopping this time at the door of 9B, I knock and wait but Vince opens the door for me.  He's dressed for a quiet night at home in a brown silk robe and pajama bottoms.  Not what one would expect from a high-powered rock agent but Vince isn't one you can pinpoint easily.  Besides, I can see from the light on his notebook he's been on the internet again. There's no dress code for that.

V:  "Entrez, Cherie."       

 (Those amber eyes are killer, I swear.  No matter how long I've known him he still manages to sweep me off my feet. He takes my coat and, after hanging it, guides me to the brown sectional sofa.)

"Can I get you anything?  Diet Coke?  Cognac?"

Me:  "Nah, I'm good."

( As I take out my pad and pen he sits beside me.  I smell wine and woods-  Very nice, very Vince.)

V: "That goes without saying.  How's the hubby? You still together?"

(Honestly, it's like the immortal mating game with these guys. But I must admit it's flattering. )

Me: "Good.  Everything's great.

Just in case people don't understand, what are you, exactly?"

V:  "Besides cute and cuddly?  I'm a Were-vamp.   Half werewolf, half vampire."

Me:  "I've had folks tell me that's impossible."

V: (He laughs and I swear he almost howls.)

"I'm glad no one told the folks or I wouldn't be here!"

Me:  "Explain to my readers how that works."

V:  (He winks.)

"You're a romance novelist. Surely you can do that."

Me:  "What I mean is how... Who carries what traits?"

V:  "Ah.  Maman's English and a purebred vamp.  Dad's purebred French Were.

  Dominant traits have to do with the sex of the young.  Daughters take after the Dam, sons the Sire."

Me:  "So when it comes to your talents you get the best of both worlds."

V:  "That's me.  All that and a bag of chips.  Plus I've a few other talents..."

(I see his eyes glow and I know what he's thinking.  And he knows I do.  But if Vince understands anything it's commitment to one's mate.  And he hasn't found her yet.)

Me:  "I'd better go." 

(He sighs as he goes to the hat-rack and helps me on with my coat. As I turn to leave he gives me a soft kiss on my cheek.)

V:  "Tell that hubby of yours he's one lucky man."

     Note:  Vince, Specter and all other characters, ideas and plots on these pages are protected by law and are property of Mary Brand.                                   

     As I take out my keychain and watch the elevator doors close I hear him howl.  What a lonely sound.  He's been searching for his mate for so long he's getting discouraged.

     But I know, once he finds her, that she'll be the lucky one.

Vince's Stats:

Name:  Vincent Maurice       Charloup

Nickname:  Vince

Immortal class: Pureblood Were- vamp  

D.O.B.  1690                 

Country of Origin:  France

Eyes:  Amber 

Hair Color:   Brown

Height:  6' 1"

Any distinguishing marks?  Yes.  His Werevamp tattoo on his right shoulder.

Marital Status:  Single... and looking.

Profession:  Agent

Favorite color:  Brown

Hobbies:  Anything gadget-oriented,  dancing, cooking. 

His Cars:  Brown Vette with red velvet interior. 

Also owns a cocoa-colored Dodge Viper.

Favorite food:  Chicken

Favorite drinks:

On the clock:  Diet Coke

Downtime:  Cognac, brand Tesseron.

Favorite Music:  Barry White

Heart's Desire:  To find his mate.