A Forever Mate: Vampire Assassin League #18

by Jackie Ivie

  “Have you ever been in a fight?”

  She almost caught him staring. At her perfection. Her womanly curves that seemed just made for his kisses. His eyes darted away before that happened.

  “A fight.” She didn’t say it as a question.

  “Yes. A fight.”

  “I suppose you could say I’ve fought inner demons. What kind of fighting are you talking?”

  “The kill or be killed kind,” he answered.

  Was that a shadow?

  The ceiling entrance had an opaque chunk of glass in it. The hotel might need it for fire codes or something. Maybe they really did use this suite for sex games. Perversions. Voyeur fantasies. He didn’t know. He didn’t care. Sebastian narrowed his eyes on the vague square of light the opening cast on the floor. Near the chair he’d been sitting in. Nothing was out of place. Nothing moved.

  “I’m going to say... no, then. I have never been in a fight. Or I missed that in the school curriculum somehow.”

  Holding her hand wasn’t going to work. He needed mobility, and he needed her close. Sebastian eyed the bed. A moment later he was there, and ripping the top sheet into long strips.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Making your binding.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “I have to tie you—”

  “What? Look here, Sebastian. This is going beyond possessive. I refuse.”

  He reached for her, but she stepped back. On the next effort, she did it again. And since she had received his blood, she was keeping pace. But then she ran into a wall, stopping her. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. For a moment, he softened as he looked into those amber-depths.

  Ah.

  She was so beautiful.

  So adorable.

  So... excruciatingly innocent.

  Sebastian shook his head to clear it. Mating was such a physical joy. It overrode almost everything, even fear. “I have to tie you, Jill.”

  “Not without a fight, you’re not.”

  “Please?”

  “Why?”

  “I have to keep you with me. I have to keep you safe. I have to be mobile. And I will be fighting and killing. I can’t just carry you. I will need both my hands free. Don’t you see?”

  She tipped her head to one side and regarded him for a long moment. And then she blinked. “Why can’t I just meet you at this Cobley place?”

  “Oh, Jill. You listened but you didn’t comprehend.”

  “Wow. That sounds just like one of my guardians. I’ve got it. This is just some nightmare, isn’t it? Something I’m dreaming because of past experiences I squelched. There’s probably even a clinical word for delusions of this nature, although what it might be escapes me.”

  He lowered his chin so he could regard her through his lashes. “Jill. This is real, darling. I swear it. We are facing Hunters. They kill vampires.”

  “That look is not going to work, Sebastian. You said it yourself. I am not a vampire. I’m half. I should be perfectly safe. Man. Listen to yourself, Jill. You sound like you shouldn’t just be tied; you should be in a straitjacket.”

  “You are my mate, Jill. The Hunters know that.”

  “How can they know something I’m not even certain of?”

  He groaned. “We are wasting time! Trust me! They know. They will use it. And once they have you, your value is limited. You will be bait. They won’t care if you live through it.”

  “Explain the ties then. I’m listening.”

  “I need you affixed to me. Close. Arms about my neck. Legs about my hips. Rather... like uh... last night.”

  “When we made love, you mean?”

  “Sort of.”

  “Wow. I’d heard you men have a one track mind. I didn’t know it was true.”

  “Jill. Please. This will work. It has to work.”

  Another shadowy movement happened out of the corner of his eye. It was definitely coming from the ceiling entrance. They might be preparing an onslaught of incendiary canisters. That would mean they’d only need a small opening, such as that window. They might also be clamping hooks about the edges and attaching ropes so they could rappel down. They’d use the entire opening in that event. Either way he was losing time on explanations when he should just grab Jill and run.

  Sebastian tipped his chin slightly. He had seconds to convince her. He and Jill would use the hidden door. Bust through the elevator doors. Slam through the back of the elevator into the tunnel system...

  “I need you right up against me. Tight. It shouldn’t be a hardship, and you can watch my back.”

  “You’re seriously contemplating battling these Hunter dudes with a woman in your arms?”

  “Not in my arms. Tied in place. That’s the point. You’ll be a part of me. You’re small. I’m not. I have great range of movement. It will work. Trust me.”

  With a quirk of her head, she nodded acceptance, but she was still mumbling to herself. “Well, Jill. They didn’t call you crazy for nothing.”

  She stepped toward him. He whipped a strip of satin about her. She leapt up onto him, latched her legs about his hips. He crossed the strip behind him, catching up her lower legs before bringing it back around and knotting it at her back. Another one followed. He didn’t have time for a third one.

  CHAPTER TEN

  They used both methods of entry.

  Sebastian flew to the armoire, hooking the chair with his free arm on the way. The ceiling door burst open, and several canisters got dropped. And started hissing. He opened the armoire door.

  “Sebastian!”

  He spun. Four of them were already dangling from the opening in differing levels. Another man was just starting to descend. Sebastian cocked his arm and flung the chair. It was stoutly constructed. He’d noticed that last night when he’d sat in it. His blow hit the closest Hunter on the left, slamming him into the fellow behind him. The blow meshed them into a mass of camo fabric, flesh, and blood. The chair careened off that blow and struck the highest man, knocking him from the rope and into the far wall, while a stroke of luck sent a chair leg right through the torso of the man on the right.

  A grenade burst, misting the room. Another followed. A third. All of them dousing the area with Holy Water. Sebastian twirled and bent forward, taking the brunt of the attack along his back as he entered the armoire. Shut the door. Studiously latched it shut behind him. He needed the barrier. They might as well be tossing acid. Fire was eating at his back in so many places at once, the pain was indistinguishable as it meshed into one big haze. He’d forgotten what it felt like.

  A flash of light illuminated a bit of black space. It came from the room they’d left. It outlined the door and revealed a peephole that looked back into the room. It was followed by a smattering of wooden shards into the armoire door at his back. It was also accompanied by a loud shriek in the room behind him.

  “What the hell?” Jill said.

  Sebastian turned his head to look. They weren’t just using Holy Water. These Hunters had loaded grenades with shrapnel that appeared to contain shafts of wood. Maybe they hoped to get lucky. They hadn’t considered what might happen if they were in the vicinity however. That was almost amusing. It also helped mute the pain encompassing his back and shoulders.

  A little.

  He reached a door. It was crafted of wood, and covered with carvings that highlighted and displayed woodworking talent. Sebastian slammed through it. The foyer he was in was well lit. Large. He hadn’t known they might use this area for other things. Storage. Voyeurism. Maybe they even had other Oubliette Suites.

  He didn’t know. And he didn’t care.

  He pried the elevator doors open and held them. Good. The car was missing. The only thing between him and space was the mass of cabling in the shaft.

  “Oh no. No. You aren’t seriously—.”

  Jill’s words ended with a cry as Sebastian leapt into the opening, twisting as he flew. He took the blow with his shoulders, slamming through
a fake wall, before stumbling. He grunted. Regained his feet. Tightened a hand on his sword. Jill had gasped when he landed, silencing her shocked outburst. He didn’t know how she’d taken the carnage he’d just created in their suite or even if she’d seen it.

  “You okay, love?” he whispered.

  She was breathing rapidly, while her heart was a hammering force that fed his. Hard. Heavy. Scared. She finally nodded.

  The Holy Water had dried, taking the burn with it. The holes it had made in his skin were starting to seal up. The pain had morphed into a throb of ache and soon it would disappear altogether. They’d reached the limestone tunnel system that ran beneath the city. It was dark. Somber. Cool. If he gave it a few moments, he’d be healed completely. He didn’t dare. Not with Jill. The scent of something burning was just reaching him. Something noxious. His lips twisted. Hunters always smelled like that. It was their bane. This one had tried disguising it with heavy floral perfume.

  “What... is that... horrible smell?”

  She was gagging. He wrapped his free arm about her for a second and squeezed. Put his mouth close to her ear. Whispered.

  “Hunter. Close.”

  “How... close?”

  Movement caught his eye. Sebastian turned and slammed into the wall beside him, causing a cloud of dirt and dust. Stirring the center into a whirlpool was a spear. Coming out of seeming nowhere with incredible speed. Perfectly aimed. For where he’d just been standing. Sebastian reached out with his left hand, snagged the shaft, spun it, and sent it rocketing back. Using reflex action and little else. He’d been so right to make sure both hands were free! If he’d been holding Jill...

  A loud cry came from the blackness. It was cut off almost before it made sound.

  “That close,” he told her.

  He didn’t wait for her to answer. Sebastian was on the move toward the Hunter, sword lifted and ready. The man wasn’t getting a second chance.

  He didn’t need the sword.

  The Hunter was on his back, the spear shaft protruding from his head. It had split his night vision goggles in two. The body was still jumping in death throes. Dressed in black and dark gray camo. Night camo. He had a silver-embossed broken-heart emblem just above his left pocket. Three ribbons protruded from it.

  Three.

  Akron had told him he faced two hunters with eight pair kills between them. This one must have wanted first shot at him. Bad move. But that meant he and Jill faced another Hunter. A better one. The one who’d earned five of the pair ribbons they awarded.

  He had to think. He’d once made a study of the underground here.

  The city of Paris sprawled for miles. It didn’t go up. This was why. The foundation. Beginning with the Roman Empire, and continuing for centuries, limestone had been quarried out of these tunnels and used to build the city. The result was a rat-warren of instability. According to estimates, there were over one-hundred-and-eighty-five miles of tunnels down here. Eight hundred meters were devoted to the Empire of the Dead. The macabre arrangement of skeletons known as the catacombs. The final resting place for over six million bodies.

  He knew exactly where that section was.

  The rest was unfamiliar. He’d heard of large sections being discovered and explored by illicit and illegal activity. Read something about several sections that were used as canvasses for graffiti artists. Seen a program on a large space that had been a brewery but was now an underground art exhibit, the walls covered in paintings. That same program had been devoted to tunnels that had been occupied by German soldiers in the last World War. Other sections had been used by the French Resistance in the same war. One particular tunnel led to the old railway system, known as the Petite Ceinture. From there it wasn’t far to an airfield. If he was lucky enough, that would be Cobley. In hindsight, he should have paid more attention to the network of tunnels beneath Paris. He wasn’t certain which tunnels were open. Which ones blocked. He might need to resort to crawling. It wouldn’t be easy. He needed to gain maximum speed and distance with minimum risk.

  Sebastian!”

  Jill hissed it at his ear. Sebastian instantly leapt upward, clinging to the roof while a Hunter passed right beneath them. Too close. Way, too close. The satin ties held Jill in place, and she’d tightened her limbs, making it a certainty. He dropped directly into the space behind the man, and with a sideways slash, beheaded him. The headless body sagged to the dirt floor, spurting blood in a rhythm that matched his still-beating heart. Sebastian didn’t wait around to watch.

  Sebastian leapt the body and started running. Jill was meshed to him so tightly, she didn’t even bounce. She wasn’t as close to hyperventilating as before, and her heart was racing, but she didn’t make a sound. She was like an extension of him, exactly as he’d planned. All told, she was an excellent mate.

  But he’d been so caught up thinking, he’d made a mistake. He hadn’t been aware of danger. That mustn’t happen again. They entered another tunnel, skimmed along the wall in the next one. This particular one was narrow. Tight. It led to a huge open area, with manmade pillars. There were all sorts of drawings and paintings along the walls. Was this the brewery then?

  There was only one exit, a large opening that became a tunnel that kept getting smaller and tighter, then enlarging again. Smaller and tighter. Enlarging. Sebastian waited at every corner, his head lifted to scent, his ears and eyes honed for any indication of anything out of the ordinary. Something about this was wrong. Something at the back of his mind—

  A metal canister hissed at his ear level, coming from a fissure in the rock. Sebastian raced back, gained a corner. Another. A flash of light and impression of moisture evidenced the weapon contained Holy Water. That was less debilitating than their wooden shrapnel bomb, but not by much. But, something was severely wrong. There’d been no tell-tale burning odor to warn him. No sign of anything human. No warmth from a body. No sound of breathing.

  Nothing.

  Jill was shaking. Sebastian cradled an arm about her as he waited for the area to clear. She nuzzled her nose against his neck. Sebastian’s knees wavered. He bent his legs slightly for stability. Mating was such an amazing thing! Such joy. Such wonderment. Such bliss. And these bastards were not taking it from him.

  Everything on him hardened.

  “Oh, Sebastian. I’m r-r-really scared.”

  “It’s all right, sweet.”

  “But they’re trying to kill us!”

  “I know. I told you.”

  “No! They’re really trying to kill us!”

  He almost chuckled. “They won’t succeed, darling. Trust me. I’m a warrior. Fourteenth century. War was my life. I had a certain reputation. I never lose. Ever.”

  “But they’ve booby-trapped the place!”

  Oh, she was smart. That was it!

  They weren’t being just hunted.

  They were being trapped.

  This Hunter was good. He wasn’t chasing his prey. He was lying in wait for the kill. The Hunters back in the suite had been the first diversion, sending him to the tunnels. Anyone they’d come across since, might have been used to direct and control Sebastian’s path.

  He was being flushed out. Ambushed. And there were thousands of ambush points in these limestone tunnels. Sebastian had perfect vision, but a dead-end could be a death trap. The situation just got dire. And that meant, he’d have to get smarter. He didn’t need speed. He needed stealth.

  “Jill?”

  His whisper sounded loud. It wasn’t. He was just fine-tuning his hearing. Focusing on his sight. Using his abilities.

  “Yeah?”

  “We have to go back. This Hunter is—”

  Something warned him. Some inner sense. Some instinct. Sebastian spun them one-hundred-and-eighty degrees, scraping his head on rock. The arrow that had been meant for Jill’s heart pierced him instead. Mid-back. Puncturing a lung. Maybe worse. He jerked at the contact. Gasped at the pain.

  He finished the spin and stabbed blindly, since t
his hunter wasn’t wearing camo. He was in some sort of charcoal-colored material that refracted light. It was a new kind of cloaking device. Perfect for concealment. Useless as protection. Sebastian’s blade went right through it. He shoved harder, reaching flesh with the hilt. And then he ripped upward, yanking his bade out, spewing blood all over the scene. If he’d stabbed lower, this Hunter would have been split in half. As it was, he wore a look of shock on his face. Sebastian watched it go blank. And then bloody.

  The man fell, blood and gore covering everything, including his silver, heart-shaped pair patch.

  But his beloved had craned her head, and seen. She wasn’t gagging. She planted forehead against his shoulder, scrunched her eyes, and shuddered violently. And she was sobbing, and crying, and then she was hitting at him with her fists at his shoulders. Just above his wound.

  “Get me out of here, Sebastian! Now! Get me out! Now!”

  The injury was becoming agonizing. As if the bastard had somehow harnessed the sting of Holy Water and amplified it. Sebastian needed to get the arrow out. Get the wound sealed. Stop the blood loss.

  “Now, Sebastian! Get moving! Get us out of here!”

  “But, sweet—”

  “Please?”

  Sebastian tightened his right arm about her. The pain was leaching into his left shoulder. Toward his arm. Sebastian held her close. Tried to absorb some of her shock. Warm her. Her sobs tore at his heart, overriding absolutely everything else. Even pain. He hadn’t known mating had that much power.

  “All right, my love. Hold tight.”

  She did. Her thighs tightened about his hips and her arms gripped about him as he raced endless tunnels. Debated multiple intersections. Stumbled more than once, before regaining his feet. He breathed shallowly. It matched her. He was trying to keep any blood seepage to a minimum. She was probably still in shock. And he was growing weaker. More than once, he had to steady himself before moving on. He couldn’t be lost. He wasn’t accepting that. They were too close to escape. He just had to find the one leading to the Petite Ceinture.

  Skulls came into sight. Femurs. Walls of them.

  He’d reached the Empire of the Dead. He should have known.