Vampire Legacy 04 - Blood of My Blood

by Taylor, Karen E

  As I dressed, I thought about Vivienne. While she called me sister, we were not related by anything other than Max's insatiable hunger. He had found her in a brothel in Paris, she'd told me once, and changed her life forever. "That bastard. It is not that I resented him for that, mon chou," she'd explained. "I had a life that could only be improved. But he was just so distant and superior. Oh, you knew how he was. He made me want to scream and tear his hair out. I was so very happy when he died."

  I remembered how she'd come over to my side during my trial for Max's death. And how we'd spent time together watching movies while Sam experimented on us like research animals, searching for the drug that could paralyze vampires.

  I also remembered, less fondly, that she was the one who had trained Mitch how to transform into animal form. Mitch, in turn, had tried to train me. But I could only transform to the Cat under duress, and had never been particularly at ease with the concept, preferring instead to stay in my human shape.

  Perhaps, though, I thought as I zipped up the front of my outfit, she could train me how to control the Cat. I would ask her.

  Looking in the mirror, I scowled. The bodysuit fabric was thin and it fit over my body like a second skin. I felt naked, and wondered again how this would make me more comfortable. But I did not have much time to worry about it for the door opened and Vivienne came in, looked me up and down and clapped her hands together. "Perfect," she said. "But let us do something different with your hair." And she proceeded to slick it back and roll it into a tight bun at the nape of my neck, pulling jeweled pins out of her own hair to fasten it. "There, now you are perfect. Let's go."

  If I hadn't known the way by heart, I would never have recognized our final destination. Dangerous Crossings was what Vivienne had made of the Ballroom of Romance.

  "Did I not tell you I was going to renovate the whole place?"

  I looked around in disbelief. "You may have mentioned the fact. But this place looks like a dungeon."

  The walls had been covered in heavy stone and cement and were decorated with implements of torture. And crucifixes. "It is very nice," I said, knowing that she would want me to say something. "Unique."

  Vivienne laughed. "Deirdre, my sister, you are not a good liar. Very nice? It looks like a nightmare one might have about the Inquisition. But they do not care; we have a waiting list for the next year or so. I do not understand. One would think that the world is full of more than enough torture for humans. And still they pay hundreds of dollars to get in, hundreds of more dollars for special scenarios. Not to mention the exorbitant liquor prices we charge. It is worse than a nightmare; it is a sin." She laughed again, and the metallic peals echoed in the empty room. "Then again, it serves a purpose. For all concerned. And I get no complaints."

  "So, if this place is so popular, where is everyone? By now the Ballroom would have been so crowded you wouldn't be able to move."

  "But this is not the Ballroom, Deirdre. And it is early yet; we don't really open for another hour or so. It is an off night, tonight; weekends are really our best times. We'll get enough people here, though, to give you a feel for what we are. And easily enough to offer a good selection of choices for the evening's meal."

  "You feed off the customers? Is that a good idea?"

  She put an arm around me and began to lead me across the room. "It is a wonderful idea." Giggling as she opened the door that led to the private offices, she leaned over and whispered in my ear, "For that, they pay extra."

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

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  The area behind the club had changed as well. "Private rooms," Vivienne explained. "I had to give them all the dungeon feel as well. But this next you should find amusing, at least." We stopped outside an office door that now displayed a small but ornate brass plaque embossed with the words "Max's Office." It hung off center, just a few inches too many to the right.

  "It's crooked," I said.

  "But of course it is." She opened the door. "It had to be to cover the hole."

  I gasped when I saw what she meant. "But this is the original door." I reached over and felt the splintered hole. "This wasn't here when I owned the place."

  "No, I had it taken down for you. I thought you'd feel more comfortable that way. But now I own the club. And I like the reminder."

  "Reminder?" Shivering, I moved my hand from the door and held it out in front of my face, as if I could still see Max's blood. "For what do you need a reminder?"

  "That our lives, no matter how long they are, can always be ended. Abruptly and violently. And often by someone we trust and care for. Maybe even someone we love."

  I looked at her in surprise. I had never known her to be so serious about anything. "It is a very good thing to remember."

  She laughed then. "It is a morbid thing to remember, you mean. Sam says it gives him the creeps. But he will be joining us here soon, a special occasion because you are here. He does not care for the club all that much."

  "That does not surprise me."

  "And I can tell that you do not either, little sister."

  "I did not say that I did not care for it. It is certainly different than I expected…"

  She shrugged. "It does not matter to me whether you like it or not. You have always been more puritanical than I ever was. I find the place amusing is all. And when it stops being amusing, I will sell it and move on."

  "Fair enough, Vivienne. I was not sitting in judgment of you."

  "No?" She gave a little flip of her hand. "I felt that you were. But, let us not talk of that. Wine?"

  "Yes, please." I settled in on the couch and she went over to the bar and opened a bottle. "I notice that you didn't redecorate the office to match the rest of the place." I ran my hand over the floral chintz upholstery. "Why not?"

  She gave me a bright smile and handed me a glass of wine. "I did not want to work in a dungeon, you see. There is enough torture to have to sit with the accountants and lawyers."

  "I can certainly agree with that"

  The door opened and Sam came in.

  "Good evening, ladies." Dressed in a tuxedo, he looked incredibly handsome, a fact not lost on Vivienne, whose face lit up.

  "Oh, mon beau morceau! It has been too long." She threw herself into his arms and seemed to melt all over him. I got up from the couch as they kissed, and walked over to look out the office window, feeling totally unnecessary and out of place. I'd have been better off had I never left this city, had I stayed with Max and never met Mitchell Greer. But even as I thought it, I knew that last was a lie. I might have to choose to never see Mitch again, but I was glad he had been in my life.

  "Deirdre?" Sam stood next to me. "Vivienne tells me congratulations are needed."

  "Yes. 'Congratulations, you have a daughter. And condolences, she hates you and has done everything within her power to make you miserable.' "

  Sam laughed. "From what my friends with children tell me, this is not very unusual. Although I see what you mean. And what will you do?"

  "I have to find her. I will leave for New Orleans tomorrow evening, I suppose, provided arrangements can be made in time."

  I glanced at Vivienne, and she nodded. "Time is no problem. I have asked Claude to take care of everything, Deirdre. I hope you don't mind."

  "Not at all."

  "And what about Mitch?" Sam asked. "What will you do about him? It's entirely possible, you know, that he left with her believing she was you. That seems to have been her plan. In that case, it was not a betrayal of you. I told you there had to be a good explanation, and there it is."

  I nodded, agreeing. "And I can accept that, Sam. Understand it, almost. But the Cat is not so forgiving.''

  "The cat again? You take it so literally, Deirdre. This cat creature is merely a subconscious expression of the anger and the instincts with which your human side can't deal."

  "You think so?" I knew there was only one way to win this argument. But I hadn't the strength to transform
and control the Cat this evening.

  Vivienne began to laugh. "Sam, darling, you aren't listening. I'm crazy about you, mon cher, you know that, but sometimes you can be so—oh, how do they say it now?—yes, clueless. Deirdre's cat is real."

  "I know she sees it as real. As I know you talk about your alternate forms as being real. But it's impossible for a human body to transform into another creature."

  Vivienne threw her hands up into the air. "Sam, we have been over this ground a thousand times. Perhaps I will just show you."

  "But you always said you couldn't show me. Now you can?"

  "No, I said I preferred not to show you. There is a difference. And so"—she began to undress, right there in the office—"I will change my preference. And my form. Voila!"

  When she stood naked in front of us, she closed her eyes and clasped her arms around her shoulders. A shadow seemed to come up from the floor to cover her pale skin as she crouched down. Her neck craned out from her body; as it thinned and lengthened, she shivered. The shadow continued to grow and become more substantial, until her body was completely covered in black lustrous feathers. Her human face disappeared, she stretched her arms out and wings developed.

  Sam gasped. I smiled. And in less than a minute, the transformation was complete. Where Vivienne had stood, now was a huge, beautiful black swan. She made a crooning noise and walked over to Sam, rubbing her head against his leg, stretching her beak up until it touched his lips. Then she shivered again, spread her massive wings and dropped them back down. The feathers seemed to flow back into the floor and the human Vivienne was back.

  She held on to Sam for just a minute, wearied by the rapid transformations. Then she laughed and started to put her clothes back on. "Here, after all this time, Sam, you thought I had run out of surprises."

  He had backed off from her slightly. "I should have known better. And I should have believed you. How many more forms do you have?"

  She shrugged as she fastened her bustier. "Two more, but I choose not to show them. To you or to anyone. The swan is at least reasonably attractive. I am so vain, don't you think?" She smiled shyly and fluffed her hair. "And you must understand our alternate forms are private things, Sam. We keep them secret if we can. Except from those who train us and from those whom we train."

  "And Deirdre's cat?"

  Vivienne finished his sentence. "Is just as real as she is. And more dangerous, for a variety of reasons. But enough of the serious for tonight. I am ready for some play. And Deirdre must have something to eat before her trip."

  The club had filled up while we'd been in the office. It was not as crowded as the Ballroom would be, but then, it was quite obviously not the same place. I looked around me in disbelief. It was like I had landed on a distant planet. The people seemed to be dressed in costumes, some even wearing masks and capes. There were women and men wearing collars and cuffs being led around like trained animals, people wrapped up in what looked like cellophane, people in various forms of disarray with just scraps of clothing covering their genitalia. Others were completely dressed from head to toe, except for cut-out portions over their private areas. I saw tattoos and piercings in places I could not even begin to consider. Some people were being waited on by slaves; others were being whipped or spanked or tickled. I had never even imagined that this scene existed so openly, and breathed a silent thanks that Vivienne had made me wear this ridiculous bodysuit. I would have been appalled and embarrassed in any case, but at least my dress conformed.

  That Vivienne found the entire situation amusing was not surprising. When we had emerged from the back rooms, she'd been greeted with a small burst of applause. Everyone knew who she was; everyone wanted to be with her. As we walked through the crowd, hands reached out to touch her, faces leaned over to kiss her. They adored her.

  I looked at Sam and raised an eyebrow. He smiled at me, put an arm around my shoulder and whispered, "I don't mind. She enjoys this so. And it's certainly more enjoyable than Cadre functions. Once we get to the table, they all pretty much go about their business and leave us alone."

  "Doesn't she worry about people finding out who she is?"

  Sam laughed. "Vivienne doesn't worry about anything. You should know that by now. She's like a child, accepting all that life gives her with wonder and delight. To worry would detract from the enjoyment. And it seems to work for her."

  Our table was situated on a high platform, roped off from the rest of the area. Facing the club, three chairs were set up behind a long narrow table. On the wall behind us hung a large tapestry depicting the symbol of the house of Courbet. I felt hideously conspicuous, seated between Sam and Vivienne, my every movement on display for the crowd. But Sam was right, we were ignored for the most part, except for occasional glances and whispers.

  Vivienne poured us each a glass of champagne from the setup to her right and giggled. "Isn't this fun?" she whispered to me as a man dressed in a black leather jumpsuit and chains called her name from below the platform and threw her one red rose.

  She caught it, sniffed it and smiled her thanks. "I always wanted to be royalty," she confided, "and this is as close as I've ever been."

  "The problem with playing Marie Antoinette, though, is that one often loses one's head."

  "It is sweet of you to worry about me, little sister. But my head is firmly fastened on, merci. "

  Sam cleared his throat and smiled. "In other words, Deirdre, stay the hell out of it."

  I nodded. "I am sorry, Vivienne. That was inappropriate."

  "No need for apologies. We are family."

  Halfway through our bottle of champagne, a waiter came to the edge of the platform. "Miss Courbet?"

  "Yes, Jules? What is it?"

  "All is ready."

  Vivienne jumped up and clapped her hands together. "Marvelous. Please see that Doctor Samuels has everything he needs while we are away." She reached down and pulled me to my feet. "Come, Deirdre. Here is the best part."

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  CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

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  "How many, Jules?" Vivienne asked as we went back into the private area.

  "Full house, Miss Courbet. All eight rooms are occupied."

  "And how are they?"

  Jules smiled. "The same crop as always. Room Five is a bigger tipper than most. And Room Seven seems to have changed his mind."

  "Ah, poor little lamb. He should have thought longer before allowing himself to be led to the slaughter."

  I stiffened at the word. "No, Deirdre, I did not mean it that way. There is no harm here. No one dies. No one even gets hurt. They wish to give their blood, they want the danger and the excitement and they pay well for it. And we take so very little. Isn't that right, Jules?"

  "Oui, Miss Courbet." He laughed, and I caught the glimpse of growing canines.

  "Another one, Vivienne?" I said. "My, my, you really have been busy, haven't you?"

  She stuck her tongue out at me. "Don't be such a pig, Deirdre. There is Claude for the Cadre and Jules for the club. Do not ever think me so much a fool to live the life I do without protection."

  I nodded. "I see. And now what?"

  She laughed. "And now we play. Loosen up a bit, sister. It's only life."

  The whole thing was more than surreal. Eight dungeon rooms with eight men, blindfolded and chained to the walls, in various modes of dress and undress. The doors were open, and as we walked down the hall and peered inside, Vivienne made suggestive comments about each. When they heard her voice, they stood up a bit straighter and smiled. "It is apparently an honor to be chosen," she whispered to me. "I do not understand it, but I do not complain. And neither do they."

  "All right, Vivienne. You've convinced me. My life has certainly been dreary enough for all of us recently; for tonight, I will try to play."

  She deposited a long kiss on my lips. "Your problems will still be there tomorrow and you will face them then. And, I have no doubt, conquer them, as you conquer everything. Forget Mitch,
forget Lily and just be yourself tonight."

  Once I relaxed and cleared my mind of tomorrow's journey, I realized that Vivienne was right. There was no harm in the situation, and its very ridiculousness lightened my spirits.

  "It is rather like a smorgasbord, isn't it?" I said with a laugh as we inspected each man closely.

  "Just so," said Vivienne, "and so very difficult to choose." She hesitated outside Room Seven. "This one, I think…" she began, and the man trembled visibly. She winked at me and put her finger to her lips, silently walking up to his side, laying her hand gently on his chest. He jumped and bit his bottom lip. "This one, I think, can go now.'' The man relaxed, then flinched when she touched her tongue to his neck and ran her hand along the lower part of his face. "Words to the wise, mon chou. One must not offer what one does not wish to part with."

  "Yes, Mistress," he said, his voice cracking slightly on the words. "I'll remember. Thank you."

  She slapped him lightly on the face with both of her hands and giggled. "Jules," she called, "let this one go. He is unworthy of our attentions."

  We walked back out into the hallway.

  "And now, sweet sister, we must choose."

  I shrugged. They all seemed the same to me. "Pick one for me, Vivienne."

  "You take all the fun out of it, Deirdre. But if you insist." She closed her eyes and spun around, pointing her arm, stopping eventually at Room Three. "Dinner is served, Madame Greer."

  She gave me a little push into the room and shut the door behind me.

  "Hello?" The man chained to the wall craned his head forward a bit, attempting to see beyond the blindfold. "Vivienne?" He was wearing a suit and tie, but the tie had been loosened and his neck was exposed.

  "No, I am not Vivienne." I walked toward him, feeling incredibly stupid and awkward.

  "Then you are the one with the red hair. I am pleased to meet you. And serve you."