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A hiss whispered through LaSalle’s clenched teeth. “Why have you brought him here?”
“If we are not welcome, you have only to say so.”
“Of course you are welcome.” LaSalle bowed stiffly from the waist. “Please, make my home yours.”
“That is my intention,” Khira replied.
LaSalle smiled, but it was cold, forced. “As you wish. If you will excuse me, I must see to my other guests.”
Khira lifted a graceful hand, dismissing him.
“I guess I must be a little confused,” Ramsey remarked. “What just happened here?”
“Kyle will be moving out, and I will be moving in.”
“Here?” Ramsey exclaimed. “You’re moving in here?”
“Yes. It’s a nice place, don’t you think?”
“He’s leaving, just like that?”
“Of course.”
Ramsey shook his head. “I still don’t understand.”
“It is quite simple, really. I have decided to stay in the city for a while.”
“Getting a straight answer out of you is like pulling teeth,” Ramsey muttered.
“Such an amusing choice of words.” She smiled sweetly. “But my answer is simplicity itself. I am staying. He is leaving.”
“What if he had refused to go?”
“He could challenge me, of course, but he would lose, and he knows it. He has never been strong. He is not even strong enough to challenge you,
mi amour.”
Ramsey grunted softly. “Did you visit Dracul, too?”
Her blue eyes turned to ice. “Yes, I did.”
Ramsey remembered the article in the paper, the speculation that the rock star had met with foul play. “Did he just pack up and leave town?”
“In a manner of speaking, yes.”
“He’s dead, isn’t he?”
She plucked two glasses of dark red wine from the tray of a passing waiter. “Here, have a drink. Kyle’s wine cellar is quite famous.”
Ramsey accepted the delicate crystal goblet she offered him.
She smiled at him, the expression reminding him of a well-fed cat. “Shall we drink to my new home?”
“Why not?” Holding the goblet by the slender stem, he lifted it to the light. It was a lovely shade of crimson. Like fresh blood. He sloshed it around gently, watched the scarlet drops slide slowly down the glass. The translucent liquid clung to the crystal. Again, the resemblance to blood was remarkable.
Ramsey inhaled deeply. The bouquet was like the essence of summer captured, fermented, and freed again. Like lost innocence, when a warm summer evening was meant for romance, not hunting.
He took a sip, the taste and the aroma mingling on the back of his tongue. Heightened by his vampire senses, he savored every drop, relishing the warm mellow glow that spread through him. It was a shame that food was now denied to him, he mused. If wine tasted this good, what would a nice, juicy steak taste like?
“Come,” Khira said, “I should like to take a look at my new home.”
“Are you going to drive all the vampires out of the city?” he asked as he followed her down a wide corridor lined with plush maroon carpeting. The walls were a stark white, lined with framed book covers and literary awards.
Khira opened a door at the end of the hallway. “This is a lovely room, is it not?” She stepped back so he could look inside.
It was a bedroom. The walls and carpet were white. The drapes and bedspread were black. There was an easy chair upholstered in red, a small black lacquer table. A single abstract painting done in red, black, and white adorned the wall above the bed.
“Lovely,” he agreed. He followed her into the room, felt a sense of unease when she shut and locked the door behind him. “What about Chiavari?”
“What about him?” She glided across the floor and sat down on the edge of the bed. The hem of her scarlet gown pooled around her feet, like blood.
“Damn it, answer me!”
“We are hunters, predators.” Her voice, though soft, hit him with the force of a slap. “LaSalle and the others may have reached some sort of understanding, some sort of truce, but it means nothing to me. They will leave at my invitation or suffer the consequences.”
He started to speak, but she cut him off with a wave of her hand. “I do not answer to you or to anyone. You are a mere infant, Edward. I could crush you with a thought.”
He didn’t argue. He could feel her power flowing through the room, crawling over his skin, invading his mind. And then it was gone. “All right. You’ve proved your point.”
She smiled complacently. “As for Grigori, he may stay so long as it pleases me.”
“And me?”
She raked her nails lightly over his cheek. A caress? Or a warning? And then she patted the bed beside her. “You, too, may stay, so long as you please me.”
Chapter 12
The scent of jasmine still clung to him when he woke the following evening. Khira had tried to seduce him in LaSalle’s bed. She had been mildly amused, and then angry, when he declined. She had let him feel her power then—let him know his refusal was as useless as a candle in a dark wind—and then she had withdrawn, leaving him breathless and sweating.
“You were so willing the last time,” she had murmured. “So strong for one so young—so virile! So like my Grigori of old. I could take you now, willing or not, but it is so much more pleasant when you are willing. And you will be willing. . . .”
He stared at the ceiling, her words purring through his memory, and shivered. Would he? The memory of the night when they had hunted and then slept together was both repugnant and thrilling. Sitting up, he pushed the vivid images aside to consider what she had said about driving the other vampires from the city. It had been a subtle warning, but a warning just the same. She had killed young Dracul, he had no doubt of that. He grunted softly. On one level, he was pleased that there was one less vampire to haunt the world. He knew she would have killed LaSalle without a qualm, couldn’t help wondering if she had already warned Madame Rosa and Noah Fox to get out of Dodge, and if they would go without a fight. He had felt her power, up close and personal. Unless the others were very strong, any fight with Khira would have only one conclusion. With Chiavari, the outcome would be less certain. Of them all, Chiavari was the only one who might possess the power necessary to thwart her. Of the two, Chiavari was clearly the lesser of two evils. Chiavari was disciplined. Even within the constraints of his hunger, he was almost merciful. He did not kill indiscriminately, as did Khira. Would Chiavari go at Khira’s whim? Leave the city unprotected?
Ramsey swung his legs over the edge of the bed, ran a hand through his hair. What the hell would he do if she told him to leave? He had no ties in the city, no reason to stay, and while he didn’t mind leaving if it was his idea, he didn’t like the idea of tucking his tail between his legs and skulking away like a whipped cur. Nor could he live with the idea of leaving the unsuspecting community without some measure of protection from Khira. His blood might be mingled now with that of the undead, but in his heart and soul he was still a Ramsey, sworn to protect the innocent from the ravages of the undead.
The memory of her power sliding over his skin cooled his rising anger. He would worry about Khira later. She had not yet called for a showdown, and now, with the Hunger clawing at his belly, she was, for the moment, the least of his worries. Need burned through him, the pain like shards of glass flowing through his veins, overshadowing every other thought, every other desire.
Rising, he showered and dressed, then left the house. He eased his hellish thirst on the first person he found. His mind grasped hers. His arms imprisoned her, and he took what he wanted, what he needed, as though it were his right. He accomplished his task quickly, taking no pleasure in it. Releasing the woman, he vanished from her sight.
Not yet satisfied, he walked on, searching for another victim. Without conscious thought, he found himself standing on the street across from Kelly Anderson’s apartment.
Why, he wondered, why was he drawn to this woman? It was more than a hunger for her blood. He could satisfy his demon thirst anywhere.
He stood there for a full five minutes, staring up at the window of her apartment, not questioning how he knew which one was hers. He murmured her name, and a moment later, she opened the window and looked down at him.
Come to me.
The command rose in his mind effortlessly.
A moment later, she was there, walking toward him, her hair falling over her shoulders like waves of black silk. She was beautiful, he thought, and for once it wasn’t the desire for blood that filled his mind.
Clasping her hand in his, he took her home. He locked the front door, turned on a lamp. And all the while, she stood in the middle of the room, unmoving.
“Kelly.”
She stared at him, her expression blank, like a robot’s.
He hesitated a moment, then freed his hold on her mind.
“You!” She glanced at her surroundings, her eyes wild. “How did I get here?”
“I brought you here.”
She backed up, one hand going to her throat. “Leave me alone. Please.”
“I will not hurt you.”
“Yeah, right. Why did you bring me here?”
“I just . . .” He clenched his hands, wishing he had more experience with women. “I just want to talk to you.”
“I don’t believe you.” She stared at him, her eyes wide with fear. “I saw you . . . lying in the basement. I thought you were dead. You were burned, your face, your hands and arms . . . and now . . .” Her gaze moved over him. “It’s like nothing ever happened. There’s not even a scar! Who are you?
What
are you?”
“You know what I am, Kelly. Say it.”
“No.” She took another step away from him. “It’s not possible.”
“The proof stands before you. Refusing to say it will not make it any less true.”
“There’s no such thing.” She shook her head in denial. “It’s impossible.”
“Say it.” His voice was soft, gentle, yet demanded an answer.
“Vampire,” she whispered hoarsely.
He nodded slowly.
“You kept me here against my will. You . . . you drank from me.”
“Yes.” And he wanted to drink from her again.
He could hear the rapid beat of her heart, intensified by the fear building within her. Her gaze darted around the room, lingered on the door, came back to his face. He knew the moment she made her decision, was waiting for her when she reached the front door.
She screamed, a wordless cry of terror.
“Kelly.” He took hold of her hands in an effort to calm her.
She kicked him in the shins, drove her knee into his groin with all the strength at her command.
He doubled over in pain, his breath hissing between his clenched teeth. But he did not release his grip on her hands.
When the pain subsided and he could breathe again, he straightened. “Damn it, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Then let me go.”
“Will you promise to listen to me if I do?”
“Yes,” she replied quickly. Too quickly.
“You can’t elude me, Kelly. You can’t outrun me. So you might as well sit down and listen to what I have to say.”
Apparently realizing the truth of what he said, she went back into the living room and sat down on the edge of the sofa, her hands clenched so tight the knuckles were white.
“I’m listening,” she said, her voice sullen, like that of an angry child.
“I’m sorry if I frightened you. If I hurt you. I have only been a vampire a short time and I . . .”
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“And I am not sure yet what I am doing, or how to do it,” he finished, determined to say it all.
She stared at him. “So, you’re like a fledging vampire, is that it? And you thought you’d practice on me?”
“No. I want something from you.” He held up his hand. “Not your blood.”
“What, then?”
“I’ve seen where you live. I know you haven’t any money.”
Defiance flashed through her eyes. “So?”
“I want you to kill me.” The words seemed to flow of their own volition.
“What?”
“I’ll pay you well.”
She bounded to her feet. “You’re even crazier than I thought.”
“Sit down.”
She didn’t argue but sat down on the sofa once more, her body poised for flight.
“I can’t go on like this.”
“You don’t like being a vampire?” She spoke slowly, quietly, as though trying to humor a lunatic.
He shook his head, then dropped down onto the chair across from her. “I didn’t want this life. It was thrust upon me.” He closed his eyes as the horror of that night washed across his memory. And then he poured his memories into the girl’s mind.
Kristov had pushed him against a wall, held him there while he buried his fangs in Ramsey’s throat. It had been Chiavari who had pulled Kristov off him, Chiavari who drove a stake through the other vampire’s heart. Ramsey remembered no more after that until he woke in Chiavari’s arms, the vampire urging him to drink from the cut in his wrist. Chiavari’s voice had been soft yet compelling, as soothing as a mother’s lullaby.
Drink, Ramsey,
he had urged.
Drink your fill
. And Ramsey had done just that, suffusing his depleted body with the accursed vampire blood until Chiavari jerked his arm away. He remembered the confusion that followed, the horror he had felt when Marisa told him what had happened. It had been Marisa’s idea to bring him over, but it was Chiavari he blamed.
He could still hear Marisa’s sweet voice asking if he would rather be dead, and his own sharp reply:
Of course I would!
Now, as then, he wondered how he could feel the same and be so different.
Stunned by what had happened that night, he had thanked Chiavari for saving his life, and then left the house. Thanked him! His lips twisted. Thanked him for making him a monster . . .
A low groan brought him back to the present. Suddenly aware of the effect his thoughts were having on the girl, he cut the connection between his mind and hers. She was lying back on the sofa, her eyes closed, her face drained of color.
“Kelly, are you all right?” he asked. “Kelly?”
Her eyelashes fluttered, and then her eyes opened. She sat up slowly, looking at him as if she had never seen him before. “You really are a vampire, aren’t you? It’s not a game you play.”
He nodded. “Will you help me?”
“I can’t. Not like that. Not... not kill you. I’m sorry.”
“Damn it, why not? I’ll make it worth your while.”
“Because it’s murder.”
“How can it be murder,” he asked bitterly, “when I am already dead? Hell, there won’t even be a body if you drag me out into the sun.”
Her face grew even more pale.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered. He was ashamed of his weakness, ashamed of asking her to do what he himself had failed to do.
“Is it so awful?” she asked. “Being a . . . a vampire?”
“I was born to hunt them. It’s what my family has done for generations. It was my sole purpose in life, my reason for living. And now . . .” He laughed bitterly. “Now I am what I have always hated, what I have spent my life hunting. And you ask if it’s awful?” He laughed again—a cold bitter sound, like leaves fluttering over a grave. “You wanted to die when I found you. Now I want to die. Perhaps we could meet death together.”
She shook her head. “No. I was wrong to even think of it. And so are you. Suicide is a sin. My granny taught me that life was precious, and not to be wasted. I . . . I never thanked you for saving my life.”
Rising, she crossed the short distance between them, hesitated a moment, then bent down and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”
He looked up, his gaze meeting hers. “You’re welcome.”
She smiled down at him, and in that moment he knew he wanted to live long enough to kiss her, just once.
Ramsey took a deep breath, afraid he was about to make a fool of himself. Again. He cleared his throat, wishing he had been blessed with Chiavari’s innate charm.
“Kelly, I want to ask you something. . . .” When she started to speak, he held up his hand to silence her. “Please, hear me out. I know you’ve had a hard time lately, that you’ve been unhappy, and that you think you have nothing to live for. . . .”
“How do you know all that?” she demanded. “Did you read my diary?”
“I read your mind.”
She blinked at him, then sat down hard. “You did what?”
“I read your mind when I took your blood.”
“That’s terrible! How could you do such a despicable thing?”
He felt a sudden urge to laugh. “Please, just listen. I am about to make you a proposition.”
“I already told you, I’m not into murder. And I’m not into whoring, either.”
“Damn it, woman, just listen!”
She made a face at him, then folded her hands in her lap. “Go on.”
“I want you to move in here with me. Purely platonic,” he added quickly.
“You need a better place to live, and I . . . I could use someone to keep an eye on things during the day. I’ll make it worth your while. It will only be for a few months. Six at the most.”
She shook her head. “Thanks, but I don’t think so.” She looked at him warily. “Can I go now?”
“I wish you would stay.”
She regarded him steadily for several moments. “You don’t want a housekeeper; you want a companion, don’t you? Someone to keep you company in this mausoleum.”
“Yes.”
“How do I know I could trust you to behave?”
“You have my word as a gentleman.”
She laughed out loud. “What about your word as a vampire? Do I have your word that you won’t . . .” She grimaced with revulsion. “That you won’t drink my blood again? And that you’ll stay out of my thoughts?”
“Yes.”
“I must be out of my mind,” she muttered. “Totally, completely bonkers.”
He leaned forward. “Then you’ll stay?”
“For a week,” she said. “We’ll try it for a week.”
“A month,” he countered.
She thought about it for a moment, then nodded. “All right. One month.” She tilted her head to one side. “Do you sleep in a coffin?”
“No.”
“I thought that was mandatory.”
He shrugged. “I think it’s something only Hollywood and old-world vampires are into.”
“Where do you sleep, then?”
“In a room off the cellar.”
She studied him for a long moment, her eyes narrowed. It was tempting to read her thoughts, but he refrained from doing so.
“Okay,” she said at last. “I’ll move in tomorrow, if that’s okay with you. Could you call me a cab?”
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