Amanda Ashley (23 page)

Kelly rolled onto her stomach and braced her chin on her hand. “It’s not right, you know?”

Ramsey frowned at her. “What are you talking about? What’s not right?”

“What Khira’s doing to Grigori and Marisa. What gives her the right to do such a thing?”

“She thinks she has the power to do it.”

“Well, we ought to stop her. You heard Grigori. What if she decides she wants you next? I mean, Grigori and Marisa are married . . .”

“We are going to stop her. Don’t worry about that.” He frowned at her. “Your concern—is it really for Chiavari and Marisa? Or about you and me?”

She scooted toward him, her teeth grazing his shoulder. “Both.”

He put his arm around her and drew her up close to his side. Her sweet, feminine curves fit against the lines of his body as though she had been designed for him. “Are you trying to tell me something?”

She made a low growling sound and punched him on the arm. “I’m trying to get you to ask me something.”

Ramsey lifted one brow. “Is that right?”

“You said we’d be together forever.”

He nodded.

“Well, I know times have changed, and people live together all the time without getting married, but I . . .”

“Hush, Kelly.”

She stilled and looked away, but not before he saw the hurt in her eyes.

Ramsey took her chin in his hand and gently forced her to look at him. “Will you marry me, Kelly?”

“No.”

“No! Why not?”

“Because you don’t really want to.”

“Kelly girl, when I ask a woman to spend forever with me, I mean it.”

“You do?”

“I said it, didn’t I? I cannot imagine what I ever did without you in my life. I love you, Kelly girl.”

“Oh, and I love you!” she said, and launched herself on top of him, smothering him with kisses, caressing and nibbling until he was on fire for her.

Fire. Desire and hunger burned within him. He felt her teeth at his throat, felt a sensual rush as her fangs pricked his flesh. His hands moved over her, lightly stroking, until his need was too great. Rolling over, he tucked her beneath him. She shivered with pleasure as his tongue laved her neck, moaned softly as she yielded to the vampire kiss, bucked beneath him as his body melded with hers. He saw her through a pulsing red haze, his every sense attuned to the woman in his arms, the touch of her, the taste of her, the scent of her—ah, the warm sweet scent of her blood; the musky scent of her heated flesh; the pleasurable pain of her nails raking his back, her teeth nipping his shoulder . . .

“Forever,” he said, and carried them both over the edge.

 

 

Kelly let out a slow, deep sigh. She had never known love like this in her whole life. Never. Rolling onto her side, she caressed Edward’s cheek. “Eddie? We have to do something to help Marisa.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know. Think of something. You used to be a vampire hunter. How would you have hunted Khira back then?”

“In the daytime, when she was weak.” He grunted softly. “Hell, we don’t even know if she is weak in the daytime. No one knows exactly how powerful she is.”

“But there’s three of us,” Kelly argued. “Four, if you count Lisa. And only one of Khira. You told Grigori . . .”

Yes, that combined we might do it.
In the back of his mind, he heard Grigori’s voice:
“There is powerful blood in your veins, Ramsey. Mine. Alexi’s. And Khira’s. She will find it difficult to destroy you if you keep your wits about you.”

There had been no mistaking the surprise and, yes, unease Khira had felt when he resisted her.

Together, he and Grigori had destroyed Kristov.

Khira had killed Noah Fox and Prince Dracul and Madame Rosa, and who knew how many other vampires, let alone innocent humans. She was like a plague, a one-woman virus, spreading through the city, preying on the weak.

“One way or another,” Ramsey said, “we will find a way.”

“So, do you have any ideas?” she asked, her eyes glowing with excitement.

“Not a one,” he admitted, nuzzling her neck. “But we will think of something. But first, what do you say we get married?”

The wedding was surprisingly easy to plan. They didn’t need a church. Ramsey had no family, and Kelly’s mother was in England. Ramsey found a minister who would perform the ceremony outside, in a local park, the following Saturday night.

Kelly wrote out an invitation to Marisa, and then one for Grigori. “It’s not right that Grigori can’t come with Marisa,” she said.

“Chiavari is holding up his part of the bargain by keeping Khira occupied,” Ramsey said. “First things first.”

“Is there anyone you want to invite?”

Ramsey thought briefly of Duncan, then shook his head. Inviting a vampire hunter to a vampire wedding was just asking for trouble.

“You know, it’s a good thing the all-night market on the corner sells stamps,” she said with a grin, “or I’d have to ask Marisa to go to the post office for me.”

Ramsey shook his head. “It seems silly to send out two invitations when a couple of phone calls would do just as well. Besides, Khira probably won’t let Grigori come anyway.”

“Well, she’d better!” Rising, she put the invitations in her handbag, stepped into her sandals. “Come on, let’s go get some stamps. Oh! What about a license? The offices close before dark.”

“I’ll take care of it.”

“How?”

He winked at her. “Don’t worry about it.”

“All right.” She slipped her arm through his. “Let’s go.”

They wandered through the market, reminiscing about the taste of food. Kelly stopped in the candy aisle.

“Look at all that chocolate,” she said with a sigh. “It’s the only thing I really miss. Well, that and ice cream. And hot fudge.”

Ramsey laughed. “A real chocoholic, weren’t you?”

She stuck her tongue out at him. “Me and a million other women. Besides, don’t you know? Dark chocolate is good for you.”

“Sure, it is.”

“It is! I heard a doctor say it was good for the enamel on your teeth, and good for your heart, too.”

He laughed out loud this time. “Your teeth are fine, honey, trust me.”

She laughed, too, causing an elderly couple to stop and stare at them.

Grinning, Kelly took Edward’s hand. “Come on, let’s go get those stamps.”

They were heading for the check-out stand when Ramsey came to an abrupt halt.

“What is it?”

“Duncan.”

“Where?”

“There.” He nodded at a tall man who was reaching for a bag of potato chips.

“Maybe he won’t see us.”

Ramsey tugged on Kelly’s hand, urging her backward, but it was too late.

“Hey, Ramsey!” Duncan called.

“Hi, Tom.”

Duncan pushed his cart toward them. He gestured at the groceries inside. “Heck of a way for a single man to spend a Saturday night, ain’t it?”

Ramsey laughed. “You need to get yourself a wife.”

Duncan nodded, his gaze moving over Kelly.

“You two haven’t met, have you?” Ramsey said. “Tom, this is my fiancée, Kelly Anderson. Kelly, this is Tom Duncan.”

Duncan held out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Kelly.”

“Nice to meet you, too,” she said, smiling. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good things, I hope. I’m about done here,” Duncan said. “Maybe I could meet the two of you for a cup of coffee somewhere when you get done with your shopping.”

“We just came in for some stamps,” Ramsey said. “We thought maybe we’d catch a late movie.”

Duncan grunted softly. “Which one?”

“Whatever is playing when we get there.”

“Mind if I join you?”

Ramsey glanced at Kelly. “No, we don’t mind, do we?”

“No.” She forced a smile.

“Good. You going to the theater just down the street?”

Ramsey nodded.

“Just let me pay for this stuff,” Duncan said.

They followed him to the check stand, bought a book of stamps, waited while Duncan put his groceries in the trunk of his car. Ramsey didn’t miss the fact that Duncan had all the tools of the trade in place: a long, sharp knife, a strong silver chain, a hammer and a mallet, a shovel, a small case that he knew held a silver cross and several vials of holy water.

“Good thing I didn’t buy any perishables,” Duncan said, closing the trunk. “Shall we go?”

As luck would have it, they got there just as a new movie started. Duncan bought three tickets, insisted it was his treat for horning in, and they entered the theater.

“Eddie, what are we going to do?” Kelly whispered.

“Watch the movie,” he said, squeezing her hand. “And stop worrying.”

It was good advice, he mused, wishing he could take it himself. He was all too conscious of the man sitting next to him, of the great gulf between them. For the next two hours, he debated the wisdom of telling Duncan the truth and enlisting his help in defeating Khira.

He grinned into the darkness. Unbelievable, that he would be looking for a way to rescue Chiavari when a few months ago he had been determined to kill him. Times changed, he mused ruefully, and so did people. Boy, how they changed!

Duncan nudged him with his elbow. “I’m going out for popcorn. You want some?”

“No, thanks.”

“What about Kelly? She want anything?”

“No. We had a big dinner before we left.”

With a nod, Duncan headed for the snack bar.

“Do you think he suspects?” Kelly whispered.

“I don’t know.”

“Would he really kill you if he knew? I mean, he’d be the perfect one to dispose of Khira, don’t you think?”

“It crossed my mind, but he would be just as likely to take out every vampire in the city.”

Kelly shivered. “I wouldn’t like that.”

They fell silent as Duncan returned carrying a bag of popcorn and a large soft drink.

“Sure you don’t want any?” he asked, taking his seat.

“No, thanks.”

Lost in thought, Ramsey paid little attention to the rest of the movie.

Later, walking out of the theater, Duncan asked Ramsey what he was doing the following Saturday night.

Ramsey looked at Kelly and smiled. “I have a heavy date, why?”

“Still hoping we can get together.” Duncan looked at Kelly. “And go hunting.”

“I told you, I will not hunt Chiavari.”

“There are other vamps in the city. One old, one young.”

“Khira,” Ramsey said, his voice almost a whisper.

Duncan nodded. “I know you said you needed some time off, but I don’t think I want to try and take her alone. And who knows how long she’ll stick around? We need to take her out now, you know?”

“I can’t argue with that.”

“Well, I’ve got my equipment in the car. When do we start?”

Ramsey swore under his breath. How long could he keep sidestepping Duncan’s invitation?

Kelly slipped her arm around Ramsey’s waist. “You’ll have to wait a little while,” she said, smiling sweetly. “We’re getting married on Saturday.”

Duncan’s eyes widened. “Married!”

Ramsey nodded.

“Well, I’ll be damned! I don’t know what to say . . . congratulations, I guess. Married! Hunters never get married.”

“Yeah, well, I’m thinking of looking for a new line of work,” Ramsey said. “Kelly worries about me.”

She gave him a squeeze. “It’s time he put away the old wooden stake and found something a little less dangerous to do.”

Duncan glanced from Ramsey to Kelly and back again, then let out a deep breath. “Well, I’m happy for you both,” he said, “but I hate to lose Ramsey. He’s the best hunter we’ve ever had.”

“Thanks, Tom.”

“So, do I get an invite to the wedding?”

Ramsey knew a moment of panic. He was scrambling for an excuse when Kelly said, “We’re eloping, just the two of us. It’s always been a dream of mine, and Eddie was kind enough to let me have my way.”

Duncan winked at Ramsey. “Always good to let the little woman have her way before the wedding.”

Ramsey smiled. “That’s what I thought.”

“Well, let me know when you get back in town, and we’ll go out and celebrate.”

“I’ll do that.”

With a last, speculative look at the two of them, Duncan turned and walked down the street toward his car.

Ramsey kissed Kelly on the cheek. “That was quick thinking.”

“He suspects something, doesn’t he?”

“Yeah, I’m afraid so.”

Grigori paused in the doorway, watching Khira as she glided across the floor and took a seat on the edge of the bed. It made a pretty image: the shimmering silver hair, the long ice white gown, the velvet black bedspread against the white carpet.

“I think you will be comfortable here.” Her hand slid back and forth over the bedspread, graceful, sensual. Suggestive.

He shook his head. “I want a room of my own.” He lifted his left hand and wiggled his ring finger. “I’m a married man, remember?”

She laughed softly. “Only mortals are bothered by such foolishness.”

“I promised Marisa to be faithful when I took her as my wife. I will hunt with you. I will stay here in this house with you. But that is all.”

Khira glared at him, her blue eyes frosty with anger.

Careful to keep his expression blank, Grigori waited, saying nothing. Would she threaten Marisa’s life again? If she did, if he thought it was more than a bluff, he would do what she asked. Anything she asked. Until the time was right . . . He carefully buried the tag end of his thoughts.

But Khira’s flash of anger was gone. She smiled fondly, and he knew she was enjoying her sense of power, knew she was certain that no male, vampire or mortal, could resist her for long.

“One of the things I have always loved about you was your old-fashioned sense of morality. I would have thought you would have outgrown it after all these years.” She pouted prettily. “But I won’t take advantage of you . . . yet.”

She rose in a graceful swish of white silk. “Come,” she said, holding out her hand. “The night awaits.”

 

 

Marisa moved through the house. What was Grigori doing now? What was Khira doing now? She was angry, angrier than she had ever been—angry at Khira for her outrageous demand, angry at Grigori for acquiescing, angry at herself for being angry at him. He loved her; she knew that without a doubt. Knew that was the only reason he had gone with Khira, and yet . . .

“And yet, nothing,” she muttered. She had no doubt that she would be dead—or worse—by now if Grigori had refused the vampire. But she couldn’t shut out the image of Grigori in Khira’s arms, couldn’t forget how well they looked together, silver moonlight and black shadow.

How could she endure a whole year without him? What would she do? He had suggested she go visit her family for a while, and perhaps she would. And she needed to call Linda. They had been such good friends when Marisa was working at Salazar and Salazar, but since the wedding, she had cut herself off from everyone she knew. It would be good to see her mom and dad again, to have lunch with Linda and get caught up on her life, but not now. Now she wanted to scream, to break things . . . like Khira’s graceful neck.

“Damn!” She sniffed back her tears. She would not cry. She wouldn’t! But the tears welled in her eyes, rolled down her cheeks. If she missed him this much after only one night, how would she get through all the ones to come?

 

 

Tom Duncan strolled down the town’s main street, his mind on his conversation with Ramsey the night before. Ramsey was getting married! It was unbelievable, unthinkable. Vampire hunters never married. It was an unwritten law. He had known Ed Ramsey for almost fifteen years. They had faced death together more times than he cared to recall. He had saved Ramsey’s life; Ramsey had saved his. They couldn’t have been any closer if they were blood kin, and that was why he knew something was bothering Ramsey, but what?

Duncan paused at the curb. It was more than just Ramsey having a rough time with his last kill. They had weathered bad patches before and come through them smiling. No, something else was eating at Ramsey, something big. Something bad, so bad Ramsey wouldn’t talk about it.

Duncan crossed the street, his hands shoved in his pockets. Whatever was bothering his old friend, he would discover what it was, sooner or later.

He swore under his breath. What the hell kind of friend was he? Something was bothering Ramsey, and he meant to find out what it was. Like any good vampire hunter, Tom had connections in high places. It shouldn’t be too hard to find out where Ramsey lived, now that he had taken up a permanent residence. Then, too, there would be a marriage license on file....

 

 

The following evening, Tom pulled a piece of paper out of his shirt pocket and double-checked the address. Unbelievable. What had Ramsey been thinking when he bought a place like this? It looked like a Hollywood set for one of Christopher Lee’s old vampire movies.

With a shake of his head, Tom stuffed the paper back into his pocket and switched off his car’s engine. If this was old Ed’s idea of home sweet home, then Ramsey had been in the vampire business way the hell too long.

He walked up the drive, climbed the stairs, rang the bell, and listened to it echo inside the house. Damn, the place gave him the creeps.

He smiled as the door opened and he saw Kelly standing there. “Hi. Is Ed home?”

Kelly blinked at him. “Is he expecting you?”

“No, just thought I’d drop by and say hello. Is he home?”

She glanced over her shoulder, then stepped backward. “Come on in.”

He followed her down a dark entryway into the living room.

Ramsey did not seem surprised to see him, which kind of surprised Duncan.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Ramsey asked flatly.

Tom grunted. “I’m happy to see you, too.”

Ramsey smiled faintly. “Come in. I didn’t mean to bite your head off. We weren’t expecting anyone; that’s all. Sit down.”

“But you weren’t the least bit surprised it was me.” Tom sat on the sofa. Something wasn’t right. He glanced from Ramsey to Kelly, wondering if he’d interrupted a fight. They both looked tense. Especially Kelly. She sat on the arm of a chair, one foot tapping the floor while she gnawed on a thumbnail.

“Why should I be surprised?” Ramsey asked. “Finding an address in L.A. should be child’s play to an old hunter like yourself. What brings you here?”

Tom lifted one shoulder and let it drop. “I was just bored and thought I’d look you up. There’s vampires to be hunted, Ed. You’ve vacationed long enough.”

Ramsey and Kelly exchanged nervous looks.

Tom stood up and shoved his hands in his pockets. “I think I came at a bad time.”

Ramsey also stood up. “As a matter of fact, we were just about to go out to dinner.”

“Mind if I join you?”

“We would love to have you join us,” Ramsey said quickly, “but we’re going to a friend’s house. Kind of a private party for the bride and groom. You understand?”

Tom nodded. “Sure. Another time, then. Just one thing: do you know where Khira holes up?”

Ramsey shook his head. “Sorry, I can’t help you.”

“Best guess?”

“I really don’t know.”

“All right. Sorry to have bothered you.”

“Tom, wait. If you find her, be careful. Chiavari is with her.”

Duncan raised one brow. “Chiavari and Khira? What brought that about?”

“You might say she is throwing her weight around a little.”

“I don’t follow you.”

“You don’t have to. I just wanted you to know that you might be walking into more than you bargained for if you go after her.”

“I see. Well, thanks for the tip. It was nice to see you again, Kelly.”

Her smile looked forced. “You, too, Tom. Good night.”

Kelly watched the two men leave the room. As soon as they were gone, she began to pace the floor. She whirled around when Edward came back into the room. “Do you think he knows?”

Ramsey blew out a sigh that seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul. “I’m afraid so.”

 

 

Duncan was waiting for Ramsey when he left the house the following night.

“Evening,” Ramsey said.

Duncan didn’t waste any time. “She’s a vampire, isn’t she?”

Ramsey nodded warily.

“And you’re going to marry her?”

Ramsey nodded again.

“Why?”

“Because I love her.”

Duncan shook his head. “Something’s not right.”

“We’ve been friends a long time, Tom, but my private life is just that. Private.”

Ramsey shoved his hands into his pant pockets, his face impassive under Duncan’s probing gaze, though he was anything but calm on the inside. Tom was his best friend. What happened in the next few minutes could change that forever.

“What is it?” Duncan asked. “What aren’t you telling me?”

“You’re better off not knowing.”

“Damn it, I have a right to know! We’ve been through too much together for you to be hiding something from me now. I already know you’re marrying a damned bloodsucker. What could be worse than . . . ?” He broke off and stared at his friend. “No, it can’t be.”

Ramsey clenched his hands, his body tense, ready to fight or flee.

His posture was not lost on Duncan. “You’re not!” Duncan swore colorfully. “Damn it, Ed, tell me it’s not true. You didn’t . . .”

“No, I didn’t go looking for it. You know me better than that.”

“Then why? How?” Duncan swore again. “When?”

“What difference does it make? It’s done.”

“Damn it!”

“It happened the night Kristov was destroyed. I was dying. Chiavari saved my life.”

“Took it, you mean!” Duncan ran a hand through his hair. He stared at his old friend, the differences obvious now that he knew. Why hadn’t he recognized them before? “What’s it like, being a vampire?”

“Better than I expected. And worse. So, now that you know, what are you going to do about it?”

“Damned if I know. If it was anybody but you . . .” Duncan shrugged. “I’ve never hesitated to do what I had to do before.”

Ramsey nodded. Neither of them had ever shown mercy or pity to the vampires they hunted and destroyed, or suffered any pangs of remorse when the deed was done. He wondered if Duncan felt the sudden tension between them as keenly as he did. He had told Kelly that Duncan would not hesitate to destroy him. Not long ago, he would have welcomed an end to his existence. But not now. He silently thanked Chiavari for insisting he give his new lifestyle some time, even as he wondered if he would be able to kill his best friend if it should come to that.

“So . . .” Duncan said, clearly as ill at ease as was Ramsey. “What do we do now?”

“I guess that’s up to you,” Ramsey replied. “But we agree on one thing. There are vampires to be hunted in this city. One particularly, and that’s Khira. She’s more powerful than even Kristov. More evil. She’s destroyed other vampires, and who knows how many mortals. Her lust for blood seems insatiable.”

“Vampires don’t destroy vampires,” Duncan remarked. “You know that. It’s one of their rules.”

“One Khira’s already broken,” Ramsey said.

Duncan observed his old friend closely. “You’d hunt her with me?”

Ramsey nodded.

“Good vampires versus the evil ones—what a concept!” Duncan shook his head. “The last disrespected minority?” A smile twitched at the corners of his mouth. “You’re still Ed Ramsey, though, aren’t you? Mr. Morality, through and through.”

“Thanks, I think,” Ramsey retorted dryly.

Duncan banged his fist repeatedly, distractedly, against the fence post. “Damn, I’ve got a hundred questions running around in my head.”

“They will have to wait.” He could feel the force of Kelly’s hunger, feel his own rising in response. “I’ve got to go.”

Duncan’s eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

Ramsey looked away, unable to meet the speculative look in Duncan’s eyes. “Don’t ask.”

“You need to feed.” It wasn’t a question.

“So, are you willing to cooperate with a . . . with me?” Ramsey asked. “In this Khira business?”

“The greater good for the greater number,” Duncan said sadly. “Without you, I don’t have a snowball’s chance in hell of bagging Khira, and we both know it. And you need to feed to be strong. I know that, too. Hell, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but . . . good hunting. We’ll talk tomorrow. . . .”

Ramsey could wait no longer. He vanished from Duncan’s sight. In the house, he grabbed Kelly by the hand and then sped into the night.

He didn’t stop until they were far from home.

“What is it?” Kelly asked. “What’s wrong?”

“Duncan was waiting for me outside.”

“Does he know?”

“Yes.”

She stared at him, wide-eyed. “Did he try to . . . ?”

“No, we just talked.”

“What about Grigori? And Lisa? Will they be safe from him?”

Ramsey grunted softly. “I wouldn’t worry about Chiavari. If Khira can’t protect him, no one can. As for Lisa . . .” He shrugged. “I don’t know where she is. But you are my biggest worry right now.”

“Me? Why?”

“You must learn to feed on your own.” He held up his hand to stay the protest he read in her eyes. “If anything happens to me, you will need to know how.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to you!”

“I hope you are right, but you still need to know how. And tonight is as good as any to learn.”

They moved silently through the night until Ramsey found a teenage couple in a park, smoking pot. He mesmerized them both, which was remarkably easy, given that their minds were already fuzzy.

He took the girl in his arms, wondering absently what it was that caused such a pretty kid to dye her hair purple. He looked at Kelly. “Take the boy.”

She enfolded the boy in her arms, holding him as if he were made of glass.

“I’ll tell you what Chiavari told me. You can make this pleasant for those you take, or not. It is up to you. You needn’t worry about the boy’s blood. If it was unclean, you would know it. And you must be gentle. Human flesh . . .” He looked at the girl in his arms. “Human flesh is very fragile.”

Kelly nodded.