Christmas With a Vampire

by Merline Lovelace

  Unless something had broken and he’d lost control. A day ago she would have thought that impossible. Now she had to wonder.

  “He doesn’t take many breaks,” she said. “Can it wait?”

  “I suppose.” Leo sipped at his juice. She wished she had some decent food to offer him, something to help build back the strength she’d sapped this after noon, maybe one of the cookies he craved, but all she had was a jar of pickled eggs. Even if she didn’t gag at the thought of real food, pickled eggs wouldn’t appeal to her at all. There were peanuts, and she casually placed a bowl near Leo. She didn’t want him to think she was mothering him, but the man needed some protein. He almost immediately honed in on the nuts, munching, watching the crowd, keeping an eye on Remy—and on her. It was unnerving.

  Once again Remy started playing “Crazy.”

  When Abby couldn’t take it any longer she put Margaret in charge and headed down a narrow hall to her office. The room was no better than a glorified closet, and she didn’t spend any more time here than she had to, but at the moment it was a place to hide. Vampires shouldn’t hide from anyone, least of all an easily influenced human male whose only appeal to her was in his penis and his blood. He was ordinary. He was replaceable. Everyone was replaceable!

  But like it or not there was more. She would never forget the way he’d looked at her as she’d spilled her guts about her past, her making, who she was. He’d for got ten, but she had not. Even though she had used her power to immobilize him, even though she had revealed herself as a monster, he’d felt sympathy for her. Not pity; she hated pity. But he had been moved. He’d cared.

  And she was an idiot for allowing that to matter.

  She felt him coming down the hall, but she didn’t hide or run, as she could’ve. Instead she sat on the edge of her desk and waited. When Leo appeared in her door way, she at tempted a smile.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked.

  “Nothing.”

  He didn’t believe her, that was obvious, but didn’t press the issue. “So, when are you going out with me? You can’t keep saying no.”

  “I can,” she said gently.

  “You don’t know me well enough, is that it? Okay, here I am in a nutshell. Thirty-one years old, former homicide detective, current catch-all detective in a podunk town where usually nothing much happens. Divorced, no children, no family living close by so I’ll never subject you to Sunday dinner with a brother or a cousin or my mother. They’re all many, many hours away from here, which is best for all concerned.”

  “Leo, I…”

  “I believe in Jack Daniel’s, college football, and I suppose I must believe in love at first sight because I have not been able to get you out of my mind since the first time I walked into this bar.”

  She did not have a heart beat to race, but she felt as if her stomach clenched, as if her insides turned to cold stone. “Maybe that’s just lust at first sight.”

  “Maybe,” he conceded. “At this rate I’ll never find out.”

  Abby took a deep breath, not because she needed to breathe, but because the action itself was calming. Yes, she had to leave Budding Corner as soon as possible. If necessary she’d find Marisa’s killer herself, turn him over or dust him, depending upon his species, and then she’d be able to get out of town and away from this tempting man.

  “Would you kiss me?” she asked.

  The request took Leo by surprise, she could tell by the expression on his face. “Here and now?”

  “Here and now.” Perhaps she could not have every thing, but that didn’t mean she could take nothing at all.

  Leo walked into the room with a steady, strong stride. All she could take was a kiss, but she wanted to leave him something to remember. If she took any more blood she might kill him; and she couldn’t have sex with him without being driven to take a taste. But a kiss…a kiss wouldn’t hurt anyone, and when she disappeared he would have that kiss as a pleasant memory.

  And so would she.

  It was a test of her strength, to kiss him and take nothing more, but she was strong. She was powerful. She could do it.

  Abby sat on the edge of her desk; Leo placed his hands on either side of her and leaned in. As far as he knew this was their first kiss, but he didn’t hesitate. His mouth took hers, and she reveled in his warmth and his taste. More than that, she got lost in the emotion of the kiss, the power of connection, even of love, of not being alone in this small world where time flew past and had no end.

  Leo’s arms gradually and gently worked around her and she stood, pressing her body to his. His hands were in her hair, his heat enveloped her. She did not want the kiss to end, but nothing lasted forever. Nothing.

  His hands settled on her hips, slipped around to her backside and pulled her close so she could feel his response. Perhaps instinctively he knew this wasn’t a first kiss, maybe he knew her body and his were meant for one another.

  Finally, he ended the kiss with a sigh. “You have to go out with me now.”

  “Maybe tomorrow.”

  He jerked away from her. “Really? You’re not yanking my chain?”

  She had such a hard time keeping up with all the new slang and phrases, they changed so fast, but this one she knew. “I am not yanking your chain.”

  “Lunch?”

  “Dinner. I can let Remy and Margaret run the bar for a couple of hours.”

  “Hot damn.” In spite of his exhaustion, he gave her a true smile.

  “I have to go back to work.”

  “Me, too. When can I talk to your piano man?”

  She’d been so caught up in the kiss, she hadn’t realized that the piano was silent. “Sounds like he’s on a break right now.”

  “Good. Let’s get this over with.” Leo allowed her to lead the way down the hallway. Everyone, human and vampire, was watching as they walked into the bar from the back room. Remy was nowhere to be seen. Neither was Margaret. One of the regulars, a human who was in the bar at least four nights a week, had taken over behind the bar and was doing an accept able job, but Abby was furious.

  “Where did Remy and Margaret go?” she asked hotly.

  “They left a few minutes ago.”

  “Together?” Leo asked.

  “No.” An older man who sat in the corner, as usual, responded. “Remy skedaddled, and Margaret took off after him. You know how that girl loves her some Remy.”

  “I gotta go.” Leo leaned down and gave Abby a warm peck on the cheek. “I’ll see you tomorrow night.” And then he was gone.

  After the door closed behind Leo the bar seemed horribly empty and silent. No music, no laughter from bubbly Margaret. Everyone stared at Abby, and she couldn’t blame them. The vampires were surprised that she’d taken up with a human, and the humans had never seen her with a man before.

  Abby relieved the customer who’d taken over the bar; she polished a glass that did not need polishing. Where would she go next? Up north, she supposed. Perhaps for a while she’d stay in a place even more isolated than this one. No more caves, no more farms, but there were many places in this big country that were basically off the map. There was also Europe, but it wasn’t quite time to head back in that direction.

  Though she craved time by herself, time to plan for what might come next, she didn’t stay alone for long.

  Charles hadn’t been in Budding Corner more than a month. He’d gravitated here looking for a peaceful way of life, hoping to learn the control required for a long existence. It wasn’t love of a weaker species that made him cautious. Like her, he wanted to exist as peace fully—and in visibly—as possible. He was a pretty boy, with blond hair almost as long as Remy’s and amber eyes that had once been dark brown. He had a dry sense of humor but didn’t say much. Everyone liked him well enough.

  Most vampires had some sort of power that was revealed to them as they came to terms with their new bodies and minds, and Charles was no exception. He saw snippets of the near future, but had not as yet learned to control h
is power. He was young, still, not much more than seventy years old. Visions came and went, most of them of no concern to an immortal who had no love for the humans. The women he dallied with meant no more to him than the carton a human’s milk might come in. He kept them alive, he drank from them care fully without ever revealing who and what he was, but to him they were containers. They were necessary.

  “Got yourself a human, I see,” Charles said.

  “That’s none of your business,” Abby snapped.

  “They are handy,” he said, not taking the broad hint. “I remember sex from before the change, and it was pale in comparison to a vampire’s experiences. There’s nothing at all wrong with having sex with a human, but I suspect you’re looking for more from our local detective.” He shook his head.

  “What do you want?”

  Charles shrugged his shoulders, obviously un concerned. “I just had a vision and it concerns your new friend. I thought you might want to know, but if you don’t…”

  “Tell me!”

  Charles shook his long, pale hair and gave her a tight smile. “All right. The next time you see your cop boy friend, he’ll be dead.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  LEO PARKED HIS car in front of his crappy rented house at the edge of town, turned the key to shut off the engine and stepped out, a too thin manila folder clutched in one hand. The night was dark, tree limbs overhung the dirt drive, and his place was so isolated there wasn’t another house in sight. He’d thought Budding Corner would be temporary, but since Abby had kissed him…may be it wasn’t temporary after all. He couldn’t very well bring her here. She deserved better.

  He’d hoped to catch Remy in the parking lot or in his apartment, but had had no luck. For now he’d take an other look at the case file, hoping to see something new before the ABI came in and took over. Come hell or high water, he would talk to Remy Zeringue tomorrow.

  She was sitting on the front porch steps. He didn’t see her right away, since the front porch light was burned out.

  “Abby?” How had she gotten here so fast? Why did she look so worried? She stood slowly, and he was shaken by the certainty that something was wrong. She looked different. Something was off. “What are you doing here?”

  “I missed you,” she said, whispering. Didn’t exactly sound like her voice, but then he was tired, and it was late, and nothing was as it should be.

  “How did you get here so fast?”

  She walked toward him. The usual white blouse and long skirt were damn near painted on her, showing him every curve, every tempting swell. “Shortcut. I ran.”

  Dressed like that? “But…”

  “Don’t ask so many questions.” She smiled, and he relaxed. “You know what I want.”

  He knew what he wanted, but Abby had never shown much interest in him, until tonight when she’d asked for a kiss and accepted his invitation for a date. When she relented she really relented. Nice.

  She walked into his arms, and he quit asking so many questions. Abby was here. He’d be a fool to question that.

  She was cool. She squirmed against him as if she could not get close enough. He loved the feel of her, but something was wrong; she didn’t smell right. Abby always smelled good, sweet and clean and tasty. At the moment there was something sour about the way she smelled, something wrong. He was about to release her when she lifted her head and kissed his throat. She licked the side of his neck, and he went very still, enjoying the sensation. Maybe the sour smell was coming from the woods; that couldn’t possibly be Abby. She took the folder from his hand and dropped it to the ground. He didn’t care. Pages fluttered. A gentle wind caught Abby’s sketches and took them away.

  And then she bit him. He felt her teeth sinking into his skin, the sharp bite of invasion. Too late, he heeded the warning, he heeded the smell. He tried to fight her off, to push her away, to get her the hell away from his throat, but even though she was tiny compared to him, she was stronger than he was, much stronger, with arms and jaws like steel. She held him in place with in credibly, impossibly strong arms while she sucked on his throat. She gurgled; she slurped his blood, and Leo felt the life draining from him. His knees went out, but Abby held him up. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his entire body shuddered. She slammed him to the ground, her face buried in his throat as she sucked the life from his body. He smelled his own blood, as well as the stench that came from her skin. In the midst of the violence a fleeting but coherent thought crossed his mind. Was this the way Marisa Black well had died? Had Abby, the woman he had fantasized about and dreamed about and kissed, torn Marisa’s throat apart and sucked out her blood? Impossible…and yet here he was.

  Dark hair covered his face, blocking out the night’s gentle light. Right before everything went black that hair turned to blond.

  A trill of laughter that was not Abby’s filled the night.

  ABBY RAN, following Leo’s trail, drawing on the connection she had formed with him when she’d drunk his blood. With a vampire’s grace and un natural speed she all but flew, a blur in the quiet neighborhoods, and then beyond, where the homes were far apart and the trees grew thick. Dogs barked. The cool night air washed over her, and she listened, trying to find Leo’s heart beat among all the rest.

  There it was. Too slow, too unsteady. A thump. Seconds later another thump. And then…nothing.

  She did not stop but continued on. All was quiet. Too quiet. If she’d been able to shed tears, tears would’ve come. Amazingly, she found she was capable of experiencing deep sorrow, still, after all this time. It hurt. Leo Stryker was a good man and she should’ve been able to save him.

  If she hurried, perhaps she still could.

  She ran into the side yard of a small clap board house, his house, her eyes on the two forms in the dark drive way. Leo lay on the ground, motionless. Dead, as Charles had said he would be. Margaret stood over him, licking her lips, laughing.

  “Why?” Abby screamed as she rammed into Margaret and spun the vampire who was warm with Leo’s blood back against his car. The metal of the driver’s door crunched and crinkled beneath Margaret’s weight and Abby’s force.

  The young vampire laughed. “You’re asking me why? Hypocrite. You didn’t leave me much. He was barely an appetizer.”

  “I could’ve loved him.” The words Abby spoke surprised her with their power and their truth.

  “He was going to tie Remy to Marisa’s death,” Margaret argued. “I couldn’t allow that.”

  “Remy can take care of himself!” Abby glanced down at Leo’s body, so cold and still and pale. It was wrong; he should be alive and laughing and flirting. He should be on the trail of a killer who’d broken the rules of his world, rules he had sworn to keep. She didn’t want to believe it was possible but she had to ask, “Did Remy kill Marisa?”

  “Yes,” Margaret said. “And no.” The young vampire shimmered, and instead of Margaret pinned to Leo’s car it was Remy.

  Or at least, the form appeared to be Remy until it spoke.

  “He was sleeping with her,” Remy’s body with Margaret’s voice said. “Night after night after night. I don’t mind that, really, because I knew he was feeding from her. Pigs’ blood will do in a pinch, but it doesn’t compare to human blood fresh from the donor. But he started to like the twit too much, and I couldn’t have that. We’re going to be together, Remy and I, as soon as he comes to his senses.”

  Abby slammed Margaret against the car once more. The figure shimmered, and once again she appeared in her true form. A beautiful monster. “You finally found your gift, I see.”

  “I did. And isn’t it a doozy?” Margaret smiled. “This is really going to come in handy.” The vamp’s gaze remained steady. She was not afraid—and that was a mistake. “You don’t teach the fledglings that to take all the blood from a human is so exhilarating,” she said. “I’ve tried to adapt, as you have, but I always remembered what it was like in those wonderful, free, early days. When I took the last of Marisa’s blood, I
was washed in a flood of power. I felt her life inside me, I knew everything, I felt her love for Remy and her confusion that he had killed her, because of course she saw what I wanted her to see, just as your Leo saw you in his last moments.”

  It infuriated Abby to know that with his last breath, Leo believed that she’d killed him. She didn’t have much time to make amends for that. But first she had to handle the current problem. She couldn’t release Margaret. The young vamp had tasted the power of taking a life and she’d liked it too well. There would be no stopping her now, and with her newly discovered gift of illusion no one was safe. No one. A young vampire’s unstoppable hunger would bring the human world, Leo’s world, on a hunt, and Abby would be at the center of it all. Even rogues practiced some restraint, some caution. Margaret would not.

  Margaret was tough, and recently fed, and in the midst of finding her own powers. But she was not as old and strong as Abby. She seemed to finally re member that, as Abby raised her right hand and allowed the nails there to grow into five-inch razor sharp claws that curved upward.

  Realizing what was about to happen, Margaret shimmered once more. To Abby’s eyes it looked as if Leo stood before her, alive and mortal and beautiful. “He loved you, you know.” Margaret’s voice coming from Leo’s mouth was wrong. “Until the end, when he thought you’d ended him, he loved you. He wasn’t even sure why, the love was just there. Humans are silly that way, I suppose.”

  Abby ignored the face before her and remembered Margaret’s form, and where Margaret’s heart would be. With a cry that was loud in the night her blade-fingers sliced into Margaret’s chest. So damaged, so violated, the young vampire could not maintain her illusion.