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"My word that I will not try to bespell you. For this night you may look into my eyes with safety. I swear
it." He glanced at the police car, still moving towards us. "If the police are brought into this, I cannot
promise what will happen to your friend."
I forced myself to relax in his arms, letting my body ease against his. My heartbeat sounded loud, as if I
had been running. Then I realized it wasn't my heart I was hearing. Jean-Claude's pulse was throbbing
through my body. I could hear it, feel it, almost squeeze it in my hand. I stared up at his face. His eyes
were the darkest blue I had ever seen, perfect as a midnight sky. They were dark and alive, but there
was no sense of drowning, no pull. They were just eyes.
His face leaned towards me. He whispered, "I swear."
He was going to kiss me. I didn't want him to. But I didn't want the police to stop and question us. I
didn't want to explain the blood stains, the torn blouse. His lips hesitated over my mouth. His heartbeat
was loud in my head, his pulse was racing, and my breathing was ragged with his need.
His lips were silk, his tongue a quick wetness. I tried to pull back and found his hand at the back of my
neck, pressing my mouth against his.
The police spotlight swept over us. I relaxed against Jean-Claude, letting him kiss me. Our mouths
pressed together. My tongue found the smooth hardness of fangs. I pulled away, and he let me. He
pressed my face against his chest, one arm like steel against my back, pressing me against him. He was
trembling, and it wasn't from the rain.
His breathing was ragged, his heart jumping under his skin against my cheek. The slick roughness of his
burn scar touched my face.
His hunger poured over me in a violent wave, like heat. He had been sheltering me from it, until now.
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"Jean-Claude!" I didn't try to keep the fear out of my voice.
"Hush." A shudder ran through his body. His breath escaped in a loud sigh. He released me so abruptly,
I stumbled.
He walked away from me to lean against a parked car. He raised his face up into the rain. I could still
feel his heartbeat. I had never been so aware of my own pulse, the blood flowing through my veins. I
hugged myself, shivering in the hot rain.
The police car had vanished into the streetlight darkness. After perhaps five minutes Jean-Claude stood.
I could no longer feel his heartbeat. My own pulse was slow and regular. Whatever had happened was
over.
He walked past me and called over his shoulder. "Come, Nikolaos awaits us inside."
I followed him through the door. He did not try to take my hand. In fact he stayed out of reach, and I
trailed after him through a small square lobby. A human man sat behind the front desk. He glanced up
from the magazine he was reading. His eyes flicked to Jean-Claude and back to me. He leered at me.
I glared back. He shrugged and turned back to his magazine. Jean-Claude moved swiftly up the stairs,
not waiting for me. He didn't even look back. Maybe he could hear me walking behind him, or maybe he
didn't care if I followed.
I guess we weren't pretending to be lovers anymore. Fancy that. I would almost have said the master
vampire didn't trust himself around me.
There was a long hallway with doors on either side. Jean-Claude was halfway through one of those
doors. I walked towards it. I refused to hurry. They could damn well wait.
The room held a bed, a nightstand with a lamp, and three vampires: Aubrey, Jean-Claude, and a strange
female vampire. Aubrey was standing in the far corner, near the window. He was smiling at me.
Jean-Claude stood near the door. The female vampire reclined on the bed. She looked like a vampire
should. Long, straight, black hair fell around her shoulders. Her dress was full-skirted and black. She
wore high black boots with three-inch heels.
"Look into my eyes," she said.
I glanced at her, before I could stop myself, then stared down at the floor.
She laughed, and it had the same quality of touch that Jean-Claude's did. A sound that you could feel
with your hands.
"Close the door, Aubrey," she said. Her r's were thick with some accent that I couldn't place.
Aubrey brushed past me as he closed the door. He stayed in back of me, where I couldn't see him. I
moved to stand with my back to the only empty wall, so I could see all of them, for what good it would
do me.
"Afraid?" Aubrey asked.
"Still bleeding?" I asked.
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He crossed his arms over the blood stain on his shirt. "We shall see who is bleeding come dawn."
"Aubrey, do not be childish." The vampire on the bed stood. Her heels clicked against the bare floor.
She stalked around me, and I fought an urge to turn and keep her in sight. She laughed again, as if she
knew it.
"You wish me to guarantee your friend's safety?" she asked. She had gone back to sink gracefully onto
the bed. The bare, dingy room seemed somehow worse with her sitting there in her two-hundred-dollar
leather boots.
"No," I said.
"That is what you asked, Anita," Jean-Claude said.
"I said that I wanted guarantees from Aubrey's master."
"You are speaking with my master, girl."
"No, I am not." The room was suddenly very still. I could hear something scrambling inside the wall. I
had to look up to make sure the vampires were still in the room. They were all utterly still, like statues, no
sense of movement or breathing, or life. They were all so damn old, but none of them were old enough to
be Nikolaos.
"I am Nikolaos," the female said, her voice coaxing and breathing through the room. I wanted to believe
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