Текст книги "About a Vampire"

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“Yeah,” Justin agreed sharply. “And?”

“Ahhh,” Anders murmured, nodding and then glanced to him and said, “You aren’t a fling. You want her for your life mate.”

“And while you can’t use mind control or mind reading to win her, the law doesn’t say anything about you not winning her on your own merits.”

“On my own merits?” Justin asked uncertainly.

“He means using your dubious natural wit and charm,” Anders said with dry amusement.

Justin’s eyes widened and then he frowned. “I’m not sure . . .”

“Of what?” Decker asked mockingly. “The law? It can’t be that you aren’t sure you can woo her. Not Justin Bricker, the Casanova of the immortals. The man who has been telling the rest of us for years that he was such a ladies’ man and we didn’t have a clue.”

“A clue about what?” Gia asked, entering the kitchen.

Justin’s head swiveled to the woman. Ignoring her comment, he asked with alarm, “You left Holly alone? What if she wakes up and—?”

“She is awake,” Gia interrupted. “She’s changing. She’ll be down in a minute.”

“Oh.” Justin relaxed with a sigh.

“So?” Gia asked. “Who doesn’t have a clue about what?”

“We cavemen-type old fellas don’t have a clue about women,” Decker explained with amusement. “While Justin is the Casanova of the immortals.”

Gia raised her eyebrows and glanced to Justin. After brief consideration, she shook her head. “No. He’s nothing like Casanova.

“Did you know him?” Decker asked with interest.

“Of course,” she said with a shrug. “Most of his reputation is due to his charm and skill at wooing rather than his abilities as a lover. He was only passable in that area.”

“Back to the issue at hand,” Justin said, scowling at the pair of them. “I can’t read or control her, so I couldn’t use those abilities to interfere with her marriage anyway, but life mate sex would probably be considered undue influence.”

Gia shrugged. “Then woo her the old-fashioned way . . . no sex.”

Justin frowned at the suggestion, not at all sure he could do that. He’d found it hard not to touch and caress her while he’d sat at her bedside, and she’d been unconscious then. Hell, when she’d attacked him in the car . . . Well, frankly, it hadn’t been just her he’d been fighting. He’d liked the feel of her body on his enough that Justin had almost wanted her to bite him. His body had wanted to do a lot more. He’d had brief, hot visions of her doing the same thing naked, lowering herself onto his erection and riding him as she ripped into his throat with her teeth. Only the reality of their both being fully dressed had prevented his letting her have her way while he had his own . . . well . . . that and the fact that while she’d wanted to sink her teeth into him, Holly probably wouldn’t have welcomed his sinking anything into her.

So, wooing her the old-fashioned way, without sex . . . not so appealing. Frankly, Justin didn’t even know what that would entail. The realization was a lowering one. He’d wined and dined hundreds, maybe even thousands of women over the last hundred years, but every wooing had been with the strict aim of getting them into bed. Now he had to do it with no end game in mind except to win her. He couldn’t even bloody kiss her. What was he supposed to do? Bring her flowers? Read her poetry? Throw his coat over puddles for her?

“Wow,” Decker said on a laugh. “For the guy who’s supposed to know so much about women, you don’t seem to have a clue.”

“What do you expect?” Gia asked with amusement. “He’s a man. You men have never understood us women. Ever.”

Justin glanced to her sharply. “You’re a woman.”

“Thank you for noticing,” Gia said on a laugh.

“No, I mean . . . you can tell me what I should do. How can I win her?” he asked almost desperately.

Gia peered at him silently for a moment and then said, “I will think about it.”

“About what?” he asked uncertainly. “About ways for me to woo her?”

“About whether you deserve my help,” she corrected and then said heavily, “From your memories and thoughts it seems obvious to me that you think of women as little more than sheaths for your sword, and you’ve had many sheaths,” she added dryly. “No doubt you’ve wined and dined them, charmed them with your wit and smile, and then discarded them with that same charming smile when you wearied of them, caring little how they felt about it all.”

Justin opened his mouth, but then closed it again. He couldn’t deny it. He hadn’t thought about it the way she was describing it, but now realized he’d done just that.

“Oh, be fair, Gia,” Decker said quietly. “None of them were his life mate. He would hardly treat Holly that way.”

“So, because they were not his life mate, it is all right that he treated them like a commodity?” Gia asked, one eyebrow arched. “That he used them for his own pleasure, got what he could from them, and then tossed them aside like disposable tampons?”

All three men cringed at that analogy and Gia rolled her eyes. “Almost a millennia of experience between the three of you and you still act like mortal preteens when it comes to the mention of feminine hygiene,” she said with disgust. “Honestly. It must be a North American thing. My cousins would not react with disgust to such a comment.”

“No doubt they’ve learned better from their time with you,” Anders said mildly.

Gia considered that and then nodded with a slow grin. “No doubt.”

“Don’t worry,” Decker said now, slapping Justin on the shoulder. “Anders and I will help you out. We’ll advise you on how to woo your Holly.”

Justin gaped at the man with dismay, horrified at the very prospect. Decker and Anders giving him advice on women?

“Don’t be a smartass,” Anders growled. “Even in your head.”

“Yeah,” Decker agreed with a scowl. “We both have life mates; we’ve learned from them what women like. We can help.”

“Dear God,” Justin muttered. He then sank down in a seat and laid his head on the kitchen table with a miserable sigh.

Six

“Foot rubs?” Justin echoed with disbelief.

Decker nodded. “Dani likes it when I rub lotion into her feet while we watch television.” He paused and pursed his lips briefly, and then added, “Mind you, that usually leads to rubbing her calves, and then her thighs and . . . On second thought, perhaps you should stay away from foot rubs,” he decided.

Justin sagged back in his seat with disappointment and the men fell silent briefly.

“The bath,” Anders suddenly said.

Justin raised his head with disbelief. “What?”

“If I know Valerie intends to bathe, I will slip into the bathroom ahead of her to start the water running and set out a clean towel and washcloth for her,” he explained. “It takes but a moment, and she thinks I am the most considerate of men and gives me a grateful kiss.” He paused, suddenly frowning. “Of course, that kiss usually leads to another, and then another and the next thing you know we are both naked in the bath, and—”

“I think it’s probably better you don’t run a bath for her either,” Decker interrupted.

Anders paused, cleared his throat, and then tugged at the collar of his T-shirt and nodded. “Yes. Stay away from the bath business.”

Justin hung his head in misery. The two men had been “helping” him for several minutes now, each coming up with a suggestion of something thoughtful and considerate that they did for their life mate. Unfortunately, each thoughtful endeavor had invariably led to sex and the suggestion that the action should be avoided rather than used. In other words, they weren’t helping at all.

“You men,” Gia said on a laugh. She shook her head and then said to Decker and Anders, “You are obviously good men and treat your women well, but—” She turned to Justin. “The simplest thing for you to do is to talk to her. Find out what she likes, what her interests are, and go from there.”

“Gia?”

They all turned to glance toward the door at that uncertain call from the hall.

“In here, piccola,” Gia responded.

“I’m not sure this outfit is quite me. I—Oh,” Holly interrupted herself as she reached the doorway and noted the occupants of the room. Her gaze slid from Gia to Decker and Anders. She eyed them with a brief curiosity and then her gaze continued on to Justin, and he fancied there was a glimmer of relief in her eyes when they settled on him.

“The outfit is perfect, piccola,” Gia pronounced, moving toward Holly to take her hand and hold it up. “Turn for me.”

Holly flushed, but turned on the spot as instructed.

Once their eyes broke contact, Justin turned his attention to the outfit and now his eyes widened incredulously. Gia had given her another red top to wear, one that hung off one shoulder and reached down to her thighs, barely. It was belted at the waist over black tights.

“That’s not a damned outfit, Gia. It’s half of one at best. Where’s the rest of it?” he asked with dismay. “Where are her pants?”

“Those are the pants,” Gia said with amusement, brushing a bit of lint off Holly’s lower thigh.

“They’re panty hose,” Justin protested.

“They’re tights and are worn as pants in today’s fashion,” she lectured.

“I think they’re cute,” Decker complimented, grinning at Holly.

Justin scowled at him and then insisted, “At least give her one of those hankies you call skirts so she can feel half decently dressed.”

Gia shrugged and waved Holly toward the door. “If you’d rather she wear a skirt than the tights, I guess I can—”

“With the tights, with the tights,” he growled and thought, Dammit, I need a skirt myself to hide the effects that Holly is having on me.

“Yes, you do,” Anders said. His expression was solemn, but Justin was sure there was amusement twinkling in his dark eyes.

Justin scowled at him, and then quickly moved to stand behind the table to hide the erection he’d sprouted as Holly started to follow everyone’s amused glances to his groin.

“Skirt or tights, but not both,” Gia said firmly. “Which will it be?”

Justin scowled at her, and then dropped to sit in the chair Decker caught with one ankle and shifted toward him.

“Just . . . Fine, whatever,” he muttered in defeat and lowered his head to try to concentrate on making his erection go away. Damn. It was going to make things difficult if this problem kept popping up.

Decker suddenly laughed. “Good one.”

Justin peered at him blankly, not understanding, and it was Anders who said, “Popping up? Either a perfect, or unfortunate, turn of phrase, I think.”

Justin closed his eyes and shook his head, wondering when he had become the grown-up. Usually he was the one cracking jokes and—

“Gia says I have to stay here for training.”

Justin raised his head to find that Holly had crossed the room to stand beside him. He hesitated and then nodded solemnly. “It’s for the best.”

She pursed her lips, obviously displeased. “How long will it take?”

He shrugged helplessly. “It’s different for different people.”

“Right,” she said grimly and he could see that she was gritting her teeth. “Gia said something about two weeks.”

“Well, yes, your family and acquaintances have been given a cover story to allow for two weeks. But we can extend it if necessary,” he assured her.

“Extend it?” Holly squawked and then snapped her mouth closed. She seemed to be building up a good head of steam with her thoughts and he was just wishing he could read them and know what to expect, when she suddenly relaxed and dropped to sit in the chair next to him with a little sigh. Shaking her head, she muttered, “We were supposed to go out with Elaine and Bill tomorrow night. I guess I’m not going to make it.”

“No,” Justin agreed.

“And I’ll be out two weeks’ pay and two weeks of classes,” she added unhappily and shifted in her chair.

“Yes,” Justin agreed, guilt plucking at him.

“But at least you’re alive to miss it,” Gia pointed out. “If Justin hadn’t turned you, you wouldn’t be.”

“Right,” Holly muttered and offered him an apologetic, “Sorry. I do appreciate that, I guess.” She didn’t sound overly certain on that point and seeming to realize it herself, smiled at him crookedly and said, “I’m sorry, but I’m a little unclear on exactly what happened to make you turn me. I mean, I know you explained this to me in the hotel. At least I think you did, but I’m afraid I—”

“Thought I was a lunatic so wasn’t paying attention?” Justin suggested wryly.

“Basically,” she acknowledged apologetically, blew out a breath and then said, “If I recall, I think you said I was running with scissors and fell?”

Justin nodded.

“Why was I running?” she asked. “You said I misunderstood something. What was it?”

Justin grimaced and glanced from Anders and Decker to Gia, but there was no help there. Sighing, he said, “Anders and I were in the crematorium. It scared you.”

“Why?” she asked with a frown. “Your just being there wouldn’t scare me. So, you must have been doing something that scared me,” she reasoned, and then tilted her head. “What was it?”

Justin shifted uncomfortably. It was pretty early on for him to have to explain this. She would be horrified, he was sure. “I’m an Enforcer.”

“What is that?” she asked at once.

“It’s basically an immortal police officer. We go after rogues, which are immortals who break our laws,” he explained.

“Rogue Hunter,” she murmured and he thought Gia must have mentioned the term to her.

“Yes, we’re sometimes called Rogue Hunters because that is the most important part of our job, hunting down rogues, or immortals who have broken our laws.”

“Okay,” she said slowly. “And what were you doing at the crematorium? Is John Byron an immortal? Were you after him?”

“No. John Byron is mortal,” he assured her. “Actually, we had already caught our rogues.”

“More than one?” she asked curiously.

Justin nodded. “This time it was a group. Sometimes it’s just one rogue. Other times . . .” He shrugged. “We’ve had to go into nests of twenty and thirty rogues on occasion. This time there were only a dozen or so in the nest, but they were bad ones. Their leader was old and quite mad, but his turns were all mortals of a criminal nature. He apparently made a practice of turning sadistic, conscienceless men who were angry, nasty fellows happy to torment and rip out the throats of mortals . . . and for pleasure, not to feed on.”

Holly frowned at his description and shook her head. “I haven’t heard anything on the news about people getting their throats ripped out in town.”

“They lived in the foothills,” Justin explained. “A small town about an hour away from your own and there were no bodies found, no murders reported, just a couple of locals going missing. The majority of their kills were tourists driving through with no way to be sure where they had actually gone missing from.” He paused briefly and then continued, “We went into the nest, tried to take them peaceably to present them to the council for judgment, but they weren’t interested. They fought, we won, and we were disposing of their bodies when you came upon us in the crematorium.”

“Disposing of their bodies?” she asked with dismay.

“They were immortals. We can’t allow our dead to land in the hands of mortals. If they autopsied them . . .” He shrugged. “All our dead are cremated quickly to prevent that risk.”

“Cremated,” Holly murmured as a memory of a head lying in a pool of blood on the floor came to mind. In that memory, she saw Justin, she also saw—her gaze slid to Anders, and she recalled his picking up the head by the hair and tossing it into the retort like a bowling ball. She clearly recalled it wobbling its way into the flames.

“She’s remembering,” Anders warned in a low tone.

“I think I’m going to be sick.” Holly heard the words, but was so disassociated at that moment that it took a count of ten before she realized that they’d come from her.

“Okay,” Gia was suddenly there beside her, lifting her to her feet with a hand under her arm. It didn’t seem like more than a heartbeat later that she found herself in a bathroom, on her knees in front of a porcelain bowl. How the hell had they got there so quickly?

“We’re fast,” Gia answered the unspoken question as she brushed the hair back from her face. “Take deep breaths. It will help.”

Holly took deep breaths.

“You remember everything now,” Gia murmured.

Holly nodded and took another deep breath. Yep, she remembered it all. The stacked-up bodies, the head, the headless body they threw in after it. That one made her stomach roll over again and she leaned her head on the cold porcelain, trying to breathe slowly. But she was wondering why they had all been beheaded.

“It’s one of the few ways to kill our kind—decapitation or fire,” Gia said quietly, rubbing her back. “Lucian, Anders, Decker and Bricker were up against three times their number. They couldn’t afford to merely maim or wound. The rogues would have simply healed quickly and continued to battle. Besides, they weren’t sure there weren’t others there in hiding. Quick, efficient death blows were necessary.”

“Right,” Holly breathed, her mind already moving on to her reaction to the sight of those bodies. Her terror, running . . .

“I stabbed Justin in the throat,” she realized with dismay. Jeez, and she’d thought just trying to rip his throat out had been bad.

“Slashed, I’d say from the memory I read,” Gia said conversationally. “And he healed.”

“Right,” Holly breathed. Because he was a vampire.

“Immortal,” Gia corrected gently.

“Right,” Holly repeated, not really caring what they wanted to call it. But then her brows drew together on her forehead and she said, “I remember him leaning over me in the dark. The ground was cold beneath me. The night sky a hazy starless mist behind him.”

“And you had those scissors buried in your chest,” Gia nodded, apparently still picking up her thoughts.

“I was dying. I knew it,” she whispered. “And I was so scared.”

“But instead, he turned you,” Gia said soothingly.

“Yes.” Holly breathed, recalling how fangs had suddenly appeared in his mouth and he’d used them to tear into his own wrist. He’d then pressed the gushing wound to her open, gasping mouth. She’d tried not to swallow, tried to turn her head away, but she was too weak and then he’d plugged her nose, like she was a child he was trying to get medicine down, and she’d had no choice. She’d swallowed in an effort to clear her throat and breathe, and then she’d swallowed again, and then . . . the memory ended.

“You probably passed out, piccola,” Gia said sympathetically. “And that is good. You do not need memories of the turn. It is supposed to be terribly painful.”

“Is it?” she asked, glancing to her with surprise.

“I was born immortal so cannot say for sure, but yes, I understand it is very bad.”

“I guess I’m glad I wasn’t awake for it then,” Holly muttered. She had never been a fan of pain. Toothaches, earaches and headaches could all reduce her to a sniveling mass. She wasn’t much better at being sick either; pathetic really, and whiny.

“Then it is good you will suffer none of those things again,” Gia said with amusement.

“Yeah,” Holly agreed and realized it was true. Well, if what they were telling her was true, it was. She’d never be down and miserable with illness again. It was a pleasant prospect.

Gia smiled and pointed out, “Your nausea has passed.”

Holly lowered her head briefly to concentrate on the sensations in her body and realized she was right. The nausea had passed.

“Can you stand?”

“I think so,” she murmured and did with Gia’s help. Once upright, she took several deep breaths and then grimaced and said, “Sorry. I don’t usually have such a weak stomach, but those memories were just . . .”

“Gruesome?” Gia suggested.

Holly wrinkled her nose and nodded and so did Gia.

“I have seen a lot in my eight hundred years, but I would have to agree, they were among the worst.”

“Eight hundred?” Holly asked with amazement.

Gia nodded and grinned. “I don’t look a day over seven hundred, hmmm?”

Holly snorted. “More like seventeen . . . years not hundred.”

“You are good for my ego,” Gia said with a chuckle. “I think we should be friends.”

Holly smiled faintly at the comment. She was pretty sure she’d like that. She didn’t really have girlfriends. The only friends she had were Bill and Elaine, and they were “couple friends.” Bill worked with James and they went out as couples, doing couple things; dinner and a movie, dinner and a play, dinner and a concert and so on. Bill and James had become good friends, but she and Elaine hadn’t really bonded. Holly blamed that on herself. Her less than normal childhood had hampered her somewhat socially and she was often awkward or silent in such situations. It made it difficult to gain friends. It would be nice to have one, especially one who understood her new and special needs. Cripes, she was a vampire. The words echoed in her head, sounding as inconceivable now as they had the first time she’d acknowledged it. She was a vampire. Nosferatu. Satan spawn. A bloodsucker.

“Please, Holly. You have to start thinking of us as immortals. I do not think I can take much more of this vampire and Nosferatu nonsense,” Gia said, her voice pained as she urged her out of the bathroom and back along the hall toward the kitchens. “We are not cursed and soulless. You are alive. Deal with it.”

“Sorry,” she muttered. “It’s just . . . I mean we suck blood.”

“We need extra blood to survive,” Gia agreed. “So does a hemophiliac. Would you call them Nosferatu?”

“That’s different,” Holly protested.

“Is it?” Gia asked quietly.

“Yes, we have fangs . . . and they have a disease,” Holly pointed out. “While you—I mean we,” she corrected herself quickly and then frowned. “What exactly does make us vampires? Is it a disease for us too? It must be, Justin passed it to me in his blood.” She stopped walking as she recalled, “He said something about nanos at my house. How do they tie into it?”

“I think I’ll leave that up to Justin to explain to you,” Gia said as she urged her to continue on into the kitchen.

Justin was on his feet, watching for their return, Holly noted, and wondered if he’d just been standing there the whole time they’d been gone. Not that it had been that long, just a few minutes, still . . .

“How are you feeling?” he asked with concern, doing a strange sort of shuffle. He started to move forward as if to approach her, his hands rising, but then caught himself back and dropped his hands to his sides again as if he didn’t dare get too close.

“Don’t worry, I don’t have puke breath. I didn’t get sick in the end,” she assured him, thinking that must be the reason he avoided getting too near.

“Good,” he muttered and then glanced around briefly before returning his gaze to hers and asking, “Are you hungry? I mean for food,” he added quickly. “I’m hungry.”

“So am I,” Decker said.

“And me,” Anders added.

“You boys have eaten three times already today,” Gia said with a shake of the head. “I swear, you three are as bad as my uncle and cousins. They are always hungry too.”

“Wait until you meet your life mate, Gia. You’ll understand then,” Anders said with a shrug.

When that brought a snort from the woman, Decker assured her, “You will. Besides, it’s breakfast time.”

“You mean dinnertime,” Holly said quietly.

Gia laughed and moved toward the refrigerator. “No, he means breakfast, piccola. We sleep during the day as a rule. If Lucian hadn’t arrived this morning and kept the three of us up all day until he left, we’d all be sleeping, or just waking up.”

“So you can’t go out in sunlight?” Holly asked.

“We can,” Gia assured her, frowning at the contents of the refrigerator. “But it means we need more blood so we avoid it.” Closing the refrigerator door, she turned to say apologetically. “There is nothing left to eat. Vincent knows I do not eat, so did not leave much and what he did leave is now gone thanks to you three.”

“We can go out for something to eat,” Justin said quietly.

“That is best, and you perhaps should stop and get groceries on your way back,” Gia said, turning to head for the door. “Have fun, piccola. I’m to bed for a nap. Wake me when you get back if you want to talk.”

“Why does she keep calling me piccola?” Holly asked the moment the other woman was out of earshot. “What does it mean?”

“ ‘Little one,’ ” Justin answered.

“It can mean that,” Decker agreed, “But it also means ‘young one.’ It’s a term of affection. Gia must like you.”

“She hardly knows me,” Holly said dryly.

“She can read your mind,” Anders pointed out quietly. “She probably knows you better than people who have been in your life for years. We all do.”

“Except me,” Justin said with a scowl. “I can’t read her.”

“Except Bricker,” Anders allowed.

“Oh,” Holly murmured and immediately began to worry about what might be in her thoughts. Just how well could they all read her? Did she have to consciously think of something for them to read it? Or could they pluck out thoughts and memories from her mind like a harpist picked strings, all of them visible and available and there for the plucking?

“Between being a new turn and—” Decker’s gaze slid to Justin. “Other things, you will be very readable to most immortals. Younger immortals will only be able to read your surface thoughts. Anyone over three or four hundred years old, though, should be able to read some of the thoughts not on the surface unless you use tricks to block them.”

“There are tricks to stop you from reading me?” Holly asked with interest and when all three men nodded, she asked, “What are they?”

“That is part of your training,” Decker said.

“You have other more important things to learn first, though,” Anders added firmly.

“Right,” Holly muttered with resentment. To her, preventing their reading her was the most important thing. Of course, they wouldn’t think so. No doubt being able to read her came in handy. For instance, she could hardly plan an escape with them able to read her every thought.

“True,” Decker said with amusement, obviously having read the thought she’d had. Standing, he crossed toward her adding, “Come on. I need food before I faint . . . and Justin can explain about nanos on the way to the restaurant,” he added coaxingly.

Holly wasn’t hungry, but supposed if she wanted answers she’d best go with them, so didn’t protest when Decker took her arm and turned her toward the door. At least they weren’t going to keep her locked up in the house like a prisoner.

“You are not a prisoner,” Decker assured her.

“Unless you try to escape,” Anders added, stepping up to her other side.

“She won’t try to escape,” Justin said, sounding annoyed and Holly glanced over her shoulder to see that his expression matched his tone of voice as he followed them.

“You can’t read her, Bricker,” Anders said solemnly, which made Justin turn a worried gaze her way, his eyebrows raised in question.

Holly just turned her head forward. What did he expect? She didn’t know any of them. She’d been knocked out and transported to some house outside Los Angeles and was being kept there for training with four strangers. Of course she had thoughts of escaping. That was just common sense, she assured herself. So why had his expression made her feel guilty?