A Shade of Vampire 8: A Shade of Novak (3 page)

Aiden arrived at about eleven o’clock in the morning and kept the twins occupied in their playroom while we left. He’d promised to look after them until we were in a fit state to see them again.

Derek and I held hands as we neared the clearing by the Port. Vivienne had suggested that we do the turning here since there was lots of open space and nothing easily destructible for almost a mile radius around us.

As we neared, my unease grew. Knots formed in my stomach. A small crowd had gathered around the clearing, all familiar faces. I gulped as I looked at Vivienne waiting in the center of the clearing, where a wide stone slab had been placed. She smiled at me as I approached her and gave my hand a reassuring squeeze.

“I’ll be gentle with you,” she said.

As gentle as a vampire can be while ripping into a human’s throat.

I remembered the time I’d witnessed Ashley’s turning in the Sanctuary. Kyle had done it. Ashley had writhed around in agony for what felt like hours. There’d been nothing anyone could do to help ease the pain. She had described it afterwards as being a torture so unbearable that you began willing yourself to die.

But I wondered if it was anything near the agony of turning from vampire to human. I shivered, recalling the sensation of the sun roasting me alive. I had done that and survived.

This can’t be worse than that.
Nothing
can be worse than that.

The crowd was deathly silent as I positioned myself flat on the stone. Derek bent over me and placed a tender kiss on my lips.

“I’m right here with you,” he said. “I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

I gulped and nodded.

My heart began to race as Derek stepped back and Vivienne leant down so that her face was level with mine.

As she brushed the hair away from my neck and bared her fangs, I looked up at Derek once more and locked eyes with him.

That was when it hit me what was truly bothering me about this whole situation.

“Wait!” I gasped, pushing Vivienne away just before she broke skin.

“What?” She frowned at me.

I sat up and rushed over to Derek, taking him by the hand. “I need to have a quick word with Derek first, okay? We’ll be right back.”

Derek looked just as bewildered as Vivienne as I dragged him back into the woods. I walked with him until we were out of view of the others, then stared up at him.

“I want you to turn me, Derek.”

His eyes widened.

“Huh? Why? We already agreed that you would turn me.”

Oh, God. How do I say this?

I paused and felt my cheeks blush crimson. I had to avert my eyes to the ground as I stuttered, “It’s a… fantasy I have. You turning me. Ever since the beginning.”

It was a fantasy that I’d kept hidden deep within my subconscious ever since I’d first met him. I’d always imagined that if I ever turned, he would be the one to do it. I’d never even admitted this to myself until now.

The words sounded so awkward that my face burned with embarrassment.

He reached beneath my chin and pushed it up so I was forced to face him. His intense eyes bored into me.

“What if I have a fantasy about you turning me?” he asked softly.

I couldn’t help but giggle at the seriousness of Derek’s questioning glare.

“Then you’ll be a gentleman and grant your lady her fantasy.”

He frowned at me for a moment, studying me closely. Then he nodded in defeat. “Hm.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist and led me back into the clearing.

“Change of plan, everybody,” he announced. “I’ve decided that I want to turn Sofia. So Vivienne will turn me first.”

Vivienne looked surprised, as did everybody else. But Derek didn’t leave time for questions. He walked straight over to the slab and lay down.

Vivienne looked down at him, frowning. Then she sighed and lowered herself down to her brother’s level.

My heart raced as Vivienne bared her fangs and in one sharp movement dug them into Derek’s neck. I rushed over to the other side of the stone, where I could get a clearer view of Derek. But Xavier gripped my arm and pulled me back.

“We don’t know what state he’ll be in once he’s turned. Best you keep your distance.”

I stepped back to stand with everyone else. Ashley reached for my hand and squeezed it.

“Stop worrying,” she whispered. “Derek’s a warrior. He’ll get through this.”

Her words did little to ease my nerves as Derek began to shake violently.

Vivienne would never harm her brother, but I couldn’t stop my heart palpitations as Derek’s convulsions worsened. By the time Vivienne drew away from him, wiping his blood away from her lips, he was shaking so violently that Xavier and Yuri had to grip his arms to hold him down against the slab.

And then the blood came. Derek began heaving up mouthfuls of it. Ashley’s hold around me tightened as I once again tried to run forward.

“The blood is a good sign, Sofia,” she whispered. “It means that Vivienne’s venom is working.”

I tried to breathe more calmly.

It’s a good sign. It’s a good sign.
I repeated the words in my head like a prayer.

Finally, Derek stopped coughing and his body flattened on the stone. Though his hands and feet still twitched, Xavier and Yuri let go of him and stepped away. Ashley’s hold on me also loosened as I relaxed.

His eyes remained shut tight. His body now seemed too still for comfort. Before when he was shaking, at least he was giving obvious signs that he was alive. But now that he lay so deathly still…

Before Ashley could stop me, I broke away from the crowd and ran toward the slab.

Xavier and Yuri whirled around.

“No!” they shouted. “Don’t come so close. Your blood—”

Ashley grabbed me by my midriff and dragged me backward.

“Stop it, Sofia!” she hissed against my ear. “Xavier already told you we don’t know what state he’s going to be in when he wakes up.”

But it was too late.

Derek’s eyes shot open and he sat bolt upright, wiping away the blood from his face with his sleeve.

He turned his head toward my direction and his blazing eyes—now several shades brighter—settled on me.

The lion had smelt its prey.

Xavier and Yuri hurled themselves at him, but he threw them out of his way with force I’d forgotten Derek ever possessed.

Ashley and Claudia jumped forward to shield me from him, but he brushed them aside too. Grabbing hold of my waist, he flung me over his shoulder and raced into the woods.

“No!” I screamed. “Derek, stop!”

He continued moving forward with frightening speed. Only once I could no longer hear the others chasing after us did he stop beneath the foot of a tree. He lowered me to the ground and, gripping my neck between his strong hands, pushed me back against the tree. Then he placed one hand over my mouth to stifle my scream, using the other to brush the hair away from my neck, giving him clear access. His eyes gleamed with a hunger that made me believe he could suck me dry within minutes.

Oh, no. Not again.

This isn’t happening.

This
can’t
be happening.

I’d thought that he’d be the same vampire he was just before he turned into a human. I hadn’t thought he’d revert to the uncontrollable bloodsucker he’d been when he’d first woken up after his four-hundred-year sleep. It hadn’t even occurred to me. But now, to my horror, everything about this situation reminded me of that time. The way he had rammed me up against a hard surface, his eyes burning, his cool breath against my skin.

Everything felt identical to the day we’d first met.

What about our children?

I did the only thing I could think to do in the past whenever Derek lost control of himself. I began humming our tune. Even though his hand was placed over my mouth, I hummed it as loudly as possible.

“Silence.” His voice came as a growl. “Your little tune won’t work any more.”

What?

His chest heaving and eyes ablaze, he lowered his head to my throat. I gasped as his fangs scraped against my neck, his cold tongue running along my skin.

I was beginning to lose all hope that I’d be able to get through to him in time when his grip loosened. I felt him step away.

When I opened my eyes, gone was the look of mad bloodlust.

In its place was Derek’s boyish grin.

As soon as my eyes met his, he doubled over and began laughing.

“You should have seen the look on your face!” he gasped.

My mouth fell open. The blood rushed back to my cheeks.

“Oh my God, Derek!” I breathed.

“You looked so adorable… and when you tried to hum our tune.” He caught my face between his hands and pressed his lips against mine. “I’m sorry. It was all too easy. I just couldn’t resist.”

“You almost gave me a heart attack.”

He broke out laughing again, and this time I couldn’t stop myself from joining in, even though I was still quivering in my shoes from the shock.

“I thought we were all the way back to square one,” I said. “All that work I put into you, all for nothing.”

“No,” he said, his chest still heaving as he tried to contain his laughter. “I suppose whatever progress I made when I was a vampire before, I’ve retained… luckily for you.”

He raised a brow at me and pulled me against him, breathing into my neck.

“That said, you do smell rather tempting.”

“Well, you can have a bite of me later,” I muttered, looking up as the others came racing toward us.

They stared at us, their faces white with panic. The terror in their eyes turned to confusion as they watched us both acting as if nothing had happened.

“All of that,” I said, glaring at Derek, “was your king’s idea of a joke.”

“
S
o what does
it feel like to be a vampire again?” I asked.

We were in Vivienne’s penthouse, in one of her spare rooms. Derek lay on his back on the bed while I rested beside him, holding his hand in mine.

“It’s… strange. Now that I’ve spent time away from it, I don’t detest it as much as I used to. I suppose it’s also a relief to not be constantly worrying about fire bursting from my palms whenever I get too, uh, excited.”

He winked at me. I grinned back at him.

I’d suggested that he rest after the trauma of the morning, in order to prepare for what he was to do. Now it was nighttime.

We both fell silent. Now that the time we had agreed upon had approached, blood rushed to my cheeks again. I was sure that we were both thinking the same thing.

I bit my lip as I looked up at him. His face was now serious, his eyes intense.

“Well,” I muttered. “I guess it’s time.”

Without another word, he stood up and, scooping me up in his arms, walked out of the room. As we passed the living room, we saw Vivienne and Xavier sitting together on the couch.

“You’re going to do it now?” she asked.

Derek nodded.

They both got up and approach us, but Derek shook his head.

“We won’t be needing either of you. I can handle her… whatever state she might be in once she’s turned.”

He rushed out before either of them could respond. We took the elevator down to the ground and he began whipping through the trees. His speed left me struggling to breathe as I tightened my hold around him.

We passed right by the clearing where Vivienne had turned Derek earlier.

“Where are we going?”

“You do realize that this is the last night we’ll both be the way we were when we first met? When I first fell in love with you.”

I nodded as his words sank in.

Derek, a vampire. Me, a human.

We ran along the beach, along the outskirts of the wall, until we reached a cluster of giant boulders. He climbed up over them. After a few minutes, it came into view.

The lighthouse.

All the memories that came with the place washed over me and I had to fight to hold back tears.

He approached it and sped up the stairs. Once we reached the top, he pushed the door open to the cozy circular room and laid me down on the four-poster bed we had brought up here especially for occasions when we took time away from everybody.

He walked around the room, drawing the red velvet curtains and lighting the candles that surrounded the bed.

“I had my fun earlier,” he said, approaching the bed and looking down at me through his dark lashes. “Now this is your night, Sofia. Your fantasy.”

My throat went dry as he removed his shirt, revealing his ripped torso.

“So, baby. What would you like to do first?”

“I… I, uh…”

He cocked his head to one side.

“Sofia Novak tongue-tied? What’s wrong?” He ripped off his jeans in one sudden movement, revealing his underwear. “Do I intimidate you?”

I swallowed hard.

He knelt down on the bed and pushed me back. Crawling over me until his face was above mine, he held my arms over my head.

What is wrong with me?
I was breathless as a teenager whose first crush had just walked into the room.

I closed my eyes as his lips found the softest, most sensitive part of my neck, just beneath my ear. He ran his tongue against it, then I sensed the slightest scrape of his fangs.