She got dressed and looked for her host. He wasn’t in his office, nor was he in the sitting room. She carefully checked every part of the apartment; Alexander was nowhere to be found. Ansuya relaxed a bit. She still had no real way to get out into the city and communicate with anyone. She could only wait for Alexander to get back; hopefully he would have some good news. She did silently wish that whatever happened with her, Jason had gotten word back to the Mountain about her being alive at least.

It was early morning before Alexander exploded through the front door.

It startled her. She was sitting at the table studying a map of Los Angeles. She looked up as Alexander came around the corner, beaming. He held a piece of paper in his hands. Ansuya looked down at the sheet and arched an eyebrow.

Alexander slammed the piece of paper down on the kitchen table. Ansuya looked at it and saw an address. She quickly traced the map in front of her with her eyes and found the section of the cities suburbs where the address was. She looked up at him expectantly.

Alexander smiled down at her, “He’s there.”

She looked down at the address again. If that was his house she would be able to tell when she was inside it if it was where he had held her. She looked up at Alexander. “Ok, baby, we have to be smart about this. What do you think we should do? We can wait till tonight.” She looked up at him through her long eyelashes as she spoke.

Alexander looked down at her and nodded. “We should wait till tonight, it’s getting late now. I’m going to have to sleep soon.” He looked at the draped windows.

“You’re right baby, you’re right,” Ansuya said lightly. “How should we go about doing this? I mean we can’t just walk into his house and kill him, can we?”

Alexander lifted her up from the table and kissed her, openmouthed. Ansuya forced herself to melt into the kiss. “Don’t worry about that, babe. I have everything under control, don’t worry. I still have a few friends in House Brandt and there are a lot of people who want to see Kenneth dead. It’ll be alright, you’ll see.” With that Alexander picked her up and started carrying her to his bedroom.

Ansuya knew instantly what he was planning on doing. “Alexander,” she commanded softly, “put me down.” Her voice was edged with steel. The vampire hesitated but put her down where he stood. Ansuya pushed more pheromones out toward him, bathing him in her scents. “Go to the bedroom, baby. I’ll be right behind you; I have a surprise for you.” Alexander smiled and walked happily to his bedroom.

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Ansuya waited till he was in the bedroom. She had to stall for time just a little. She put on a corset that he had bought for her and high heels. She slipped a mini skirt on and walked slowly toward the bedroom. The soft clicking of her heels on the floor would have been heard by the vampire.

She entered the bedroom. Alexander was lying half naked on the bed, with a blissful look on his face. His eyes were only half open but she knew that he was aware of her presence in the room. The constant lacing of the condo with her pheromones had given her a distinct advantage. She walked towards him.

She beckoned him to roll toward her. He clumsily repositioned himself as he was being overcome with the biochemicals in the room. She continued to bathe him in pheromones and started to slowly massage his temples. She whispered to him as she had done twice previously. The raw sexual memories that she created in his mind were undeniably pleasurable. The vampire soon succumbed to her touch and her words and he was once again dead as the sun rose unseen from the darkened apartment. She dropped the vampires head and kicked off her heels as she strode from the room.

She grabbed the address from the kitchen table and when into the office and did a Google Earth search for it. She zoomed in closely on the house and studied its perimeter layout.

There was a circle drive out in front. A small shed looking structure which could be a guard shack. The image did show a person walking in the lawn; since the picture was day time, she could only suppose that that was one of the guards, which meant that there would be more of them. There would have to be at least three or four, otherwise why have a camera in the basement that was constantly monitoring her? That many people would be needed just to monitor the cameras. And from what she could remember from the hijacked dream world she knew that Kenneth liked to live a bit lavishly, if the bar was any indication.

To attack the front of the house would be suicide. The large drive circle out front made a large open field where guards could fire on insurgents with clear lines of sight for a very long time and distance. Even in her werewolf form she wasn’t sure she could survive that kind of barrage.

She studied the compound as best she could. The image wasn’t very clear at this magnification. The back yard looked promising, but she would be a fool to think that Kenneth hadn’t covered that side as well. He may have manned guard shacks back there as well. Over hanging foliage from trees covered a good portion of the yard.

There was a wall surrounding the place. That wasn’t unexpected. It was probably about ten feet high. She couldn’t tell but she was sure that it didn’t have barb wire on it. It was in a city suburb. Only Police facilities and other such guarded places would have barb wire fencing. Kenneth had to play by the rules of decorum. And that might be her way in. The wall was easily scalable in werewolf form and once she convinced Alexander to be the macho alpha male that he saw himself as, he would be more than ready to charge the front gate, leaving the side path open for her to get into Kenneth’s house. There were things in that office of Kenneth’s that he had been desperate to conceal from her and she wanted to know what those secrets were.