Vamps and the City las-2

by Kerrelyn Sparks

  He gritted his teeth. "I haven't gone away. I'm still here."

  "You won't even look at me or touch me. What happened?"

  He finished attaching the bandage. "Nothing. I… decided this wasn't going to work."

  "You decided? I don't have any say in the matter?"

  No, you're dead. "Good-bye." He strode toward the door.

  "Adam! Why did you do this to me?"

  He paused at the door and looked back. His heart squeezed in his chest. Holy crap. Her eyes were full of tears. He was making her cry. Dead women don't cry.

  She stalked toward him. "Since you're so sensitive and empathic, tell me what I'm feeling now." A tear ran down her cheek, and it struck him like an ice pick ripping at his heart.

  He looked away. "I can't."

  "You can't feel it? Or you can't admit that you're the one causing me so much pain?"

  He flinched. "I'm sorry." He ran toward the stairwell, but realized he couldn't face those other vampires yet. He slipped into the greenhouse so he could be alone. He sat on the bench and dropped his head into his hands. How could he admit he was causing Darcy pain? Dead people didn't feel pain. They didn't cry. They didn't look at you like you were breaking their heart.

  Holy shit. How could he deal with this? If he admitted she was in pain, he would have to admit she was still alive. He'd have to deal with the fact that she was a vampire. And his job at the CIA was to terminate vampires.

  What an unholy mess. If only he had known ahead of time. He could have hardened his heart, avoided seeing her. Ah, Sheesh. What a load of crap. Everyone had warned him she was a vampire.

  She'd even tried to push him away, but he had refused to listen. This wasn't her fault. He had stubbornly ignored all the clues because his heart was already lost. Now, he had no choice but to face reality.

  He was in love with a vampire.

  Darcy closed the door to the pool house and leaned against it, trembling. She struggled to breathe.

  Her knees wobbled, and she slid down the door to sit on the green all-weather carpet.

  He'd hurt her. She must have actually fallen for him and his fast talk. Telling women what they wanted to hear. The bastard.

  She'd been so pathetically easy. She'd been so cold, so lonesome, so miserable for the last four years that she'd latched on to the first man who had offered her warmth and love. Tears spilled over, and she brushed them away with growing anger. How dare he turn a one-eighty on her? Wasn't it just last night he had said any man would be stupid to let her go? Well, by his own standards, Adam was stupid. Good riddance.

  She stood on shaky legs. She needed to get back to the show. It was her job, and she couldn't afford to lose it. But damn, her heart was under attack by a double-edged sword. How could she see him again, and how could she stand not to see him? He'd made her so-called life bearable again. For the last four years, she'd been forced to dwell in darkness. Only three slender rays of light—Gregori, Maggie, and Vanda—had kept her sane. Then, Adam had burst into her dark existence like a brilliant sun. He'd been the sun god, promising her warmth and life.

  But it had only been a false echo that taunted her. She could never experience life again. She could never be with Adam. She'd known it all along. But still, she'd fallen for him. She'd wanted to believe that love could conquer all, that love was as sacred as Vanda claimed. Tears rolled down Darcy's face. She couldn't handle seeing him again so soon, so she went down the west end stairwell to the servants' floor.

  The ladies were in the parlor, chatting. Lady Pamela was sipping hot Chocolood from a tea cup. On the TV, Darcy could see Gregori and the contestants in the billiard room. The cameramen were there, recording the men as they talked about the show.

  "Are you all right?" Vanda watched Darcy with narrowed eyes.

  "I'm fine," she lied, hoping it wasn't noticeable that she'd been crying. There was no way to check her appearance in a mirror, one of the minor drawbacks to being a vampire. Major drawbacks included losing her family, her savings, and her career in journalism. Hell, she'd lost her entire life because of this stupid, secret world. If Connor hadn't been so concerned about keeping their damned secret, he could have teleported her to a hospital instead of Roman Draganesti's house. She might have lived. But now, she would never know. It was too late.

  "Are you ready to finish the obstacle course?" she asked Lady Pamela. "There are still three men who need to be tested."

  "Must I?" Lady Pamela made a face. "I'm so dreadfully tired. And besides, I already know which men must be eliminated."

  "So do we," Cora Lee piped in. "We have to get rid of that buffoon that dropped Lady Pamela in the mud."

  The ladies all murmured in agreement.

  "And we must be rid of the Moor," Maria Consuela announced.

  "You mean Ahmed?" Lady Pamela asked. "He was perfectly well-mannered. And his speech was flawless."

  "Not to mention he's very handsome," Vanda added.

  "Indeed." Lady Pamela set down her tea cup. "The second man to go must be Antonio of Madrid. He had the most dreadful lisp."

  "Of course he does!" Maria Consuela exclaimed. "He speaks perfect Castilian Spanish."

  "Well, it sounds rather silly in English," Lady Pamela insisted. "The man told me I thmelled like a thweet red rothe."

  Princess Joanna shuddered. "God forbid we should have a master who speaks like that."

  Maria Consuela huffed. "Then when do I have a say in who is removed from the contest?"

  "You'll get your turn," Darcy assured the Spanish vampire. "I have you down for judging qualifier number nine—strength." With a small jolt of surprise, Darcy realized that the same women who had felt uncomfortable making a decision the night before were now eager to have their say.

  "Oh, look." Cora Lee pointed at the TV. "Who is that?"

  When Darcy glanced at the television, her breath caught. One of the cameramen had gone to the roof and was aiming his camera through the glass panes of the greenhouse. Adam was sitting on the bench, hunched over, his head resting in his hands.

  "I think it's Adam." Vanda gave Darcy a curious look.

  Cora Lee sighed. "The poor man. He looks so sad."

  Darcy swallowed. He looked absolutely miserable. That should have made her sad, but a small kernel of satisfaction curled in her heart. Yes! He was hurting, too. He really did care.

  "You should have let me taste his blood," Lady Pamela grumbled. "I would have known in an instant if he was mortal or Vamp."

  "He is one of us," Princess Joanna announced. "He must be. He was too knowledgeable about our nights."

  "That was odd." Vanda exchanged a worried look with Darcy.

  Darcy's throat went dry. She glanced again at the television. Adam was rubbing his forehead with his hand. Had he discovered their secret? Was that why he couldn't look at her or touch her all of a sudden?

  "I agree." Maria Consuela said. "Adam must be a Vamp."

  Darcy sighed. "Since you know which men to eliminate, let's go ahead with the orchid ceremony. Take two orchids from the fridge and meet us in the foyer in five minutes."

  They agreed. Darcy took the elevator to the second floor of the penthouse and asked all the men to come to the foyer. She sent Gregori to fetch Adam and the second cameraman. She arranged the men in two lines on the grand staircase. Then, she quickly moved across the foyer so she could be far away when Adam arrived.

  The five lady judges marched into the foyer, their heads held high. They formed a line under the huge chandelier.

  "Gentlemen," Gregori announced, "two of you will be going home tonight. The limo is waiting downstairs. You'll know you're leaving when you receive a black orchid. Are you ready?"

  As the men nodded, Bernie panned the camera over their faces.

  "One more announcement before we begin," Gregori continued. "The amount of the prize money has just gone up. Now, the winner of The Sexiest Man on Earth will receive two million dollars."

  The women gasped. Bart caught their reactio
ns on his camera, while Bernie recorded the men's.

  "Lady Pamela, you may begin." Gregori motioned for her to step forward.

  She moved forward, holding two black orchids. "We look forward to furthering our acquaintance with those of you who will remain. Now, for the orchids." She took a deep breath. "Nicholas of Chicago."

  Nicholas, dressed in a clean set of clothes, trudged down the stairs to accept the orchid. "Sorry I dropped you." He went back up the stairs and accepted condolences from the other men.

  "Antonio of Madrid," Lady Pamela announced.

  With a crestfallen expression, Antonio accepted the orchid. "I am tho thorry."

  Darcy glanced at Adam. Of all the remaining men, he alone looked sad. He wandered off to his room without looking back. The judges, host, and cameramen went to the portrait room for the final revelation of the evening. Darcy joined them.

  "Two million dollars!" Cora Lee grinned. "Land sakes, our new master will be filthy rich!"

  "Yes, but we must make sure he is a vampire," Princess Joanna warned.

  "Oh, Darcy, do tell us that after tonight, we will be rid of all the pesky mortals," Lady Pamela begged.

  "I can't say." Darcy retrieved the special flashlight from the wall safe. She handed it to Gregori and whispered in which order to reveal the men. Then, she dimmed the lights.

  The women settled on the couches, their faces bright with excitement.

  Gregori approached the portraits. "Tonight, you eliminated Antonio of Madrid." He flipped on the flashlight. Instantly, Antonio's white fangs appeared.

  "Oh, dear." Lady Pamela winced. "I was so sure a vampire would never have a speech impediment."

  "And you eliminated Nicholas from Chicago."

  Gregori shone the light on Nicholas's portrait. For a tense moment, the women stared at his picture.

  Nothing happened.

  "Yes!" Cora Lee bounced to her feet. "He's a mortal!"

  "I did it!" Lady Pamela jumped up, grinning. "I discovered one of the mortals."

  The women hugged each other, laughing.

  Gregori popped open a bottle of Bubbly Blood. "This calls for a celebration." He poured seven glasses full. Darcy helped him serve the judges. Then, Gregori handed her one and kept one for himself.

  "Congratulations, ladies!" He raised his glass. "You are one step closer to choosing your new master. And your master is one step closer to becoming a very wealthy man."

  The women laughed and clinked their glasses together. The cameramen focused on their happy faces.

  "You're not drinking." Gregory looked at Darcy. "You really should, you know. The show is turning out great."

  Darcy looked down at the mixture of champagne and blood in her glass, Yeah, great. She was helping the ex-harem find a new master. And she was helping them learn to make their own decisions and stand up for themselves. But it all seemed empty without Adam.

  In his bedroom, Austin observed the ladies' celebration on his laptop. With his roommate Nicholas gone, his spying had become much easier.

  Garrett stood behind him, watching the scene. "So, that's the game they're playing. They're trying to figure out which of us is human, so they can get rid of us."

  "It sure explains why the anklet is so important."

  Austin tugged at his pants leg to look at his new anklet. Maggie had brought it to him right after sunset with a warning that he had to put it on immediately.

  "Yeah." Garrett rested a hand on the back of Austin's chair as he leaned forward. "What's that they're drinking?"

  "Something with synthetic blood in it." Austin watched Darcy lift the glass to her mouth. She took a sip, then licked her lips. Lips he had kissed. A mouth he had explored. Shit.

  He jumped to his feet so fast, the chair tipped backwards and Garrett caught it. He strode toward the window and looked out. He couldn't see much of anything in the dark, only his reflection in the glass. Darcy wouldn't even make a reflection.

  Holy crap. Did everything have to remind him that he was alive and she was dead? Or worse, she was undead. Dead during the day, but walking and talking and crying real tears during the night.

  She was alive just enough to torture him.

  And tempt him. She was still so damned beautiful. Still so smart. Still so Darcy.

  "Something wrong?" Garrett asked.

  "Everything's wrong." Austin paced across the room. "This is a waste of time. We're not learning anything useful."

  "I know the names of a bunch of vampires. That's more than I knew a few days ago."

  "We were supposed to get friendly with them and learn about Shanna. It isn't happening." Although Austin had to admit he had certainly been friendly with one of them. Unfortunately, he'd forgotten all about Shanna when Darcy was in his arms.

  "Well, it's hard to be friendly with a pack of murderous creatures," Garrett muttered.

  "Oh, come on. Those women are harmless. They just want to wear pretty clothes and have someone take care of them. Sheesh, they get bent out of shape if your manners aren't impeccable."

  Garrett snorted. "You're getting soft. Do you think the men are harmless, too?"

  "I talked to a few of them tonight. Roberto owns an aluminum shutter company in Argentina. Otto runs a health club in Germany." Though Austin couldn't quite see a correlation between being healthy and undead.

  Garrett frowned. "They probably commit crimes all the time. I bet they use mind control to steal money from people."

  "Then why would they want the prize money so bad?"

  "I don't know," Garrett mumbled. "But if they ran out of synthetic blood, they'd bite you in a minute."

  Maybe so. Austin shook his head. But wouldn't he do the same if it was the only way to survive?

  "The point is they do drink synthetic blood. So, their intent is not to harm humans. Meanwhile, the really vicious vampires are trolling Central Park for victims as we speak. And here we are, picking up hankies."

  "It's our assignment."

  "It's stupid! We should go to Central Park and stop innocent people from getting attacked."

  "We can't leave. George is still here. We can't leave him unprotected. And you know you can't go against Sean's orders."

  Austin paced back to the window. He knew Garrett was right. But he wasn't finding out anything about Shanna. All he had was a list of vampires that Sean would want to terminate. How could he put Darcy's name on it? No wonder he wanted to run away from this assignment.

  "They're leaving the portrait room." Garrett switched to the camera in the foyer. "The women are going toward the kitchen. Whoa!"

  "What?" Austin strode back to the desk.

  "The host guy just vanished."

  "He must have teleported. Probably back to his apartment."

  Garrett pointed at the one figure in the foyer. "Isn't that the director?"

  "Yes." Austin moved closer. Darcy was standing alone in the foyer, her hands clenched together.

  She walked to the base of the staircase, then stopped. She looked at the front door, then back at the stairs.

  "What's she doing?" Garrett asked.

  "Trying to make up her mind." Austin's heart began to pound as Darcy mounted the stairs. What was she doing? At the landing, the staircase divided in two— one section going east, the other west.

  Was she coming to the east wing to see him?

  She reached the landing and hesitated once again. Holy indecision. It would be better if she went to one of the male vampires. They were her own kind.

  "She's coming our way," Garrett said.

  Austin's heart raced. Please, come to me. What the hell was he doing? He couldn't have a relationship with a vampire.

  Garrett headed for the door. "I'd better get back to my room." He let himself out.

  Austin switched the view on the monitor to the surveillance camera in the upstairs east wing hallway. He saw Garrett slip into his room. And a few minutes later, Darcy entered the hallway, headed his way.

  He turned off the surveillance e
quipment and closed the laptop. What did she want? He'd been ugly to her in the pool house. He should dread this meeting. He should refuse to see her. But knowing she was seeking him out made him want to jump with joy.

  CHAPTER 14

  Darcy questioned herself with every step. Why put herself through more torture? But she'd seen Adam, sitting on the bench. In what he had thought was a private moment, he'd let his true feelings show. He was suffering as much as she.

  She'd been the one to decide who would sleep where, so she knew exactly where he was. She raised her hand to knock on his door. Another twinge of self-doubt made her hesitate. He was a mortal. Let the poor man go! She had no right to involve him in the vampire world. He would learn the truth eventually, if he didn't know it already. And he would resent her for it. Just like she resented Connor. She stepped back. If she loved this man, she should let him go.

  Love? Did she love him?

  The door opened. Her breath hitched. He stood in the doorway, looking at her. His hair was tousled.

  His jacket was off. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, revealing that wonderfully muscled chest and stomach. And his eyes, there was so much pain and longing there. She knew in an instant—Yes, I do love him.

  He leaned a forearm against the doorjamb. "I thought I heard someone out here."

  She nodded. Now that she was here, all the words she'd planned to say vanished from her brain.

  He frowned. Apparently, he was having similar difficulties.

  "How's your finger?" She winced. What a dumb thing to ask.

  "I think I'll live."

  Which was more than she could ever do. Sheesh. How could she word this? Oh, by the way, have you noticed I'm a vampire?

  "I said some rude things to you earlier tonight." He watched her sadly. "I'm really sorry. I never wanted to hurt you."

  Tears gathered in her eyes and she blinked them away. "I'm sorry, too. I said some things I shouldn't have."

  "I don't recall you doing anything wrong."

  "I called you a prick."

  The corner of his mouth quirked up. "It was more of an insinuation, but I deserved it."