The Lion's Den (42 page)
Authors: D N Simmons
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I’d prefer to discuss matters not dealing with torture, deaths and ‘what ifs’.” Kysen crossed one long leg over the other,his eyes remaining on Adan as if Elise and Xander were not there. He was intrigued by the young lion as well as attracted to him. His beauty was exotic, much like that of Darian’s and his personality was vivacious. He stared at Adan’s golden amber eyes and his beautiful olive complexion. He watched Adan’s full lips part as he prepared to respond to him.
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Forgive me, but I’m finding it difficult to think about anything other than saving the others at this point. I don’t want to discuss … certain things,” Adan answered.
Kysen smiled. “Is that the reason your pulse quickens when you look at me? Why your blood flows faster through your veins? Even now, I can smell pheromones emanating from you. You’re attracted to me, yet you’re fighting that attraction. Why?”
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Perhaps, I’m struggling to figure out what is it about you exactly, that I could possibly find attractive.” Adan raised an eyebrow.
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Touch
é
. I suppose I haven’t been the most
gracious
host. It really isn’t my nature.”
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What is your nature, then. So far as I can tell, you’re rude, arrogant, jaded, disconcerting … and ultimately repulsive.” Adan knew he was taking a chance in saying what he said. He was even more shocked when Kysen’s smile widened.
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You forgot to mention vain.”
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I was hoping I wouldn’t have to add that to an already astonishingly long list of undesirable attributes.”
Kysen laughed outright, tickled by the shifter’s brazen responses. It had been a while since he’d met anyone quite like him. He enjoyed pushing Adan’s buttons, playing with him … seducing him.
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I’m going to the lady’s room,” Elise announced, rising from her seat.
The three men rose from their seats as she walked past.
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I see you’re a gentleman … for the most part,” Adan said, noting how Kysen rose from his chair.
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She is a lady of high standards, is she not? I can respect that,” he said, settling back into his chair.
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Do you need to feed?” Xander asked. “You’re going to need all of your strength to defeat Marcus.”
Kysen opened his mouth, preparing to refuse the offer, but then he glanced at Adan, then back at Xander, changing his mind. A shifter’s blood was indeed a delicacy, but most of all he wanted Adan.
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I will need to feed before we make contact with them, yes,” Kysen lied, turning toward Adan. “Will you be donating?”
Adan snorted. “I don’t remember making the offer. No.”
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Well, as I am eradicating your initial problem, the very least you could do would be to make sure I’m at the top of my game when I do so,” Kysen prodded.
It was now Adan’s turn to laugh. “Who wouldthink you had moments when you’re not at the height of your ability?”
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Well, I could face this vampire and his coven with hunger pangs distracting me. If that’s the chance you’re willing to take,” Kysen said, his mouth curled slightly at one end.
Adan cocked an eyebrow, watching Kysen suspiciously. “I wouldn’t put it past you to be manipulating this situation just to feed from me. I bet you’re not even hungry.”
Kysen laughed. “I could be manipulating you, but then what if I’m not?”
Adan sighed. “You don’t have to play games with me, if you want to drink from me then fine. If it’ll give you the added strength you’ll need to defeat our enemy, I’ll be more than happy to donate.”
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Much appreciated,” Kysen said.
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I’m sorry, but I must ask, why are you not the least bit concerned about this other vampire?” Xander asked.
Kysen turned toward him. “Because I plan on killing him. He’s insulted me by taking what’s mine, by hurting what’s mine. What he’s done to Darian is unforgivable and I plan on making him feel pain for what has happened.”
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Don’t underestimate him, please. Darian didn’t and still we were not prepared,” Xander said, hoping Kysen’s over-confidence didn’t cloud his judgment. He wanted to succeed and believed there was no room for errors.
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Understand, I am neither Darian nor you. I will kill this vampire. As a matter of fact, he would probably already be dead had I not had to drag the lot of you along with me,” Kysen said through tight lips.
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Can we not discuss that again? I want to save my lover and my friends. I feel as though you’ll need us, even if you don’t. The only time we wasted was getting you to help us,” Elise said upon exiting the bathroom.
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Please, enough hostilities. We’re in this together. There’s been more than enough fighting for one day, don’t you think?” Adan said, looking at the others.
Kysen sighed as he settled back against the cushions. “Very well, we still have a long flight ahead. Why don’t you all get some rest?” His voice was gentle as he spoke, revealing yet another layer of whom he was, or could be to his companions.
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Thank you,” the three shifters said in unison and did just that.
Adan laid down on the sofa, feeling comfort and relaxation for the first time in over a week. He felt safe on their airplane knowing that Kysen would protect them … Well, he hoped Kysen would protect them. He opened one eye, looking at the ancient vampire from across the plane.
Kysen chuckled softly. “Don’t worry, no one will be attacking you while I watch over you. You can rest easy.”
Adan sat up, propping himself on one elbow. “You love Darian very much, don’t you? And it’s not because you believe he is your property?”
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I do, and he does belong to me. N as a suitcase would to the person who purchased it, but as a child to a parent. My blood flows through him, giving him life everlasting. My knowledge has guided him. The lessons I’ve taught him as sustained him for over sixteen centuries. Our bond is stronger because I created him out of love.”
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I care for Darian as well. To answer your earlier question, yes, he was my first sexual experience. But that’s all I want to say on the matter.”
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I hope it was memorable, in a good way,” Kysen said, curious as to why Adan seemed so reluctant to discuss the interaction.
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It was. Which is why it was so difficult for me to part with him at that time.”
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Ahhh, you were in love with him.”
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I was young.”
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You still are. You are only … What? Less than two-hundred years old?”
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A hundred and sixty-six, to be exact.”
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And still so much more for you to experience. Your Pride holds you back. I must say, being the leader of a shifter community does keep one grounded. If you go somewhere, your entire community must travel with you because at any time, you can become a target if another sees a moment of weakness.”
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As my understanding, it’s not much of a difference for Masters of vampire covens.”
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Which is why I refuse to keep a coven. I’ll choose a companion and together we experience all that this world has to offer.” Kysen was enjoying their conversation. As he spoke with Adan, he realized that he was hungry for that contact, the intimacy. He needed it, actually. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he missed being with someone.
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I’m sure a vampire of your age has experience so much already,” Adan said, sitting up a bit more. He was being drawn deeper into the conversation, growing more curious and intrigued with Kysen.
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It’s almost always new when I’m traveling the world with a companion who is amazed by it,” Kysen said softly, reflectively. His eyes stared forward, distant as if he was remembering a fond experience.
Adan studied him for a few seconds, wondering what Kysen was thinking about. He finally decided to ask him. “What are you thinking about?”
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The first time Darian and I traveled to America, how almost childlike he was, wanting to see, touch and taste everything. This was, of course, before it was called ‘America’.” Kysen smiled fondly.
If you don’t mind me asking, how old was Darian when you met him … I mean, turned him?”
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When we first met, he was twenty-six. I turned him when it was his time, when he was in his prime, when everything about him was perfect. He was twenty-eight.”
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How interesting,” Adan said, words slightly distorted due to a massive yawn.
Kysen chuckled. “You should rest. Go on, there’s only a few hours before we expnd.”
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How fast are we going?”
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Very. You could say, I’m not using this jet’s conventional functions.”
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I see.” Adan nodded slowly as he lay back down on the sofa, eyes closing, almost against his will. Within a matter of seconds, he was in deep sleep. Kysen continued piloting the airplane. He used his mental ability to sense Darian’s aura, but only the surface, not wanting to break through Marcus’ hold over Darian … that would come soon enough.
C
hapter
T
wenty-
O
ne
Nightfall had fallen over the horizon two hours ago. Marcus knew Darian was trying to awaken, so he forced him to remain in his resting state, as he had the entire time. He didn’t want the vampire to see any landmarks which could give him a hint to their location as well as to where his mansion was. Alicia and Raven had chained the shifters and John to the wall of their dungeon. The chains, which were made out of silver, kept each shifter pinned tightly against the stone wall, making it impossible for them to break free. Next, they had laid Darian and Christopher on the cold, hard stone floor.
Marcus entered the room, standing over them, looking down.
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Master, what do we do with them now?” Alicia asked.
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Now, we do what we intended,” Marcus answered. He released his telepathic hold over all of them. The shifters awoke to the searing pain of thick, heavy, silver chains burning through their skin and keeping them restrained.
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Ah, shit!” Gabriel cried out from the pain. “What the fuck?!”
Adrian panted, biting his bottom lip to keep from screaming out from the pain. The silver chains burned his skin, embedding into his regenerating flesh. Sergio was going through the same thing, as was Miranda. Darian opened his eyes along with John and Christopher. They looked around, not one of them knew where they were. That concerned them a great deal.
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Welcome to my home, I hope that you’re enjoying the comforts I’ve provided,” Marcus greeted, smiling wickedly.
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Well, the d
è
cor could stand to be a little more cheerful,” Sergio retorted as he r. Thed at the dull, gray, bloodstained stone walls. He squirmed against the chains, trying to alleviate his pain. He was careful not to pull on them, further embedding them in his skin that healed around the chains only to be burned away again. The sensation was excruciating, but he fought hard not to cry out.
Marcus stepped forward. “That hurts my feelings … I decorated this room myself with the blood of others just like yourselves.” He leaned his head backward, inhaling deeply. “Ahhh.” He exhaled. “You know, most vampires can’t stand the smell of old, stale blood … but not me, I love it. Not as much as the smell of fresh blood, but I do enjoy it.”
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What are you going to do to us?” Christopher asked. He swallowed hard, trying to hide his mounting fear. The hunger inside of him churned, causing him to wince from the pain.
Marcus squatted beside the younger vampire, reaching out toward him. Darian, who had been sitting beside Christopher, moved to attack the older vampire, thinking he’d catch him off guard. Marcus struck out, hitting Darian across his jaw, knocking him across the room, his body painfully smacking the stone wall. Marcus returned his attentions back to Christopher.
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Now, where were we? That’s right, you wanted to know what I’ve planned for you.”
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Leave him alone, Marcus. We both know it’s me you want!” Darian growled, hoping to keep him away from Christopher.
Marcus snarled at Darian, baring two sets of fangs. It was the mark of the ancient vampires. The more powerful one gets, the more fangs they have. It was to establish their dominance over the younger ones. Four fanged teeth at the top instead of two, could easily tell the vampire’s age and level of power. It is said that the most ancient of their kind, the Original Founts had four pairs of fangs, two sets at the top, two at the bottom.