Crimson Night

by Marie Hall

  “Go to me locker,” Grace said, “and bring me the talisman.”

  “Which one, Ma’am?” If Mary had been a boy her Adam’s apple would have been bobbing furiously.

  “The only one I’ve got ye idiotic chit!”

  I didn’t think it was possible, but Mary’s eyes grew even wider, she turned on her heels and ran.

  Grace sighed.

  “Not that I have much room to speak here, but don’t you think you’re being a tad hard on the girl?”

  She gave a weak, slightly self-conscious chuckle. “Aye. Probably. I’m trying my hardest to get her to leave, seems the worse I am the more she wants to stay. I dunna understand young people these days. Makes no fool sense.”

  I shrugged. “She likes you.”

  “Aye, and I wish she wouldn’t. It’s like the order’s telling me I’m too old to take care of myself, bloody bastards. Well I won’t die yet.” She pounded her cane for emphasis. “Even if they think I should.”

  I smiled.

  Mary returned moments later, carrying a black velvet pouch. She handed it to Grace then proceeded to bow obsequiously the entire way back into the kitchen.

  I snorted and Grace eyed me evilly. “You try livin’ with one of those, see how you like it. Judgin’ me,” she muttered beneath her breath and then tossed me the tiny sack. “There.”

  I started to open it.

  “No.” It was a one word command. “Do not open it now. I don’t want you accidentally triggering a catastrophe atop our heads.”

  “What is it, Grace?”

  “A ring.”

  “How do I use it?”

  “You’ll know, it’s easy enough to figure out. There’s only one word of caution.”

  I felt the hard lump, trying to imagine how such a small thing could bring dark, dangerous, and seductive to his knees. An image of Billy on his knees before me, made me squirm. Mmm...

  “Are you listening?” Grace snapped her fingers, irritation written all over her face.

  I gave my best innocent smile. “Say that again, would you?”

  She rolled her eyes. “Between you and Mary, I don’t know who’s worse.”

  I laughed.

  “I said, do not open it in front of anyone but the priest. Humans must not see this kind of power.”

  “What’s it do?”

  Grace gave her best cat that snared the canary grin. “Let’s just say, it’s hell on a person.”

  Chapter 10

  It had stopped raining. Which should have made me giddy, but each step I took made me feel like I was walking to the gallows. I’ve done that, once actually, but that’s neither here nor there. I digress.

  The bloody ring was biting into my foot, I’d shoved it down my boot after leaving Grace’s house, scared witless to have it accidentally go off. She hadn’t told me what it would do and until I could study it further, I really didn’t want to use it.

  I belted the coat tighter around my waist, feeling as if I couldn’t get warm enough. I know it’s probably some sort of psychosomatic episode I’m experiencing now, but no matter how often I kept repeating it to myself, I still feel the chill leeching all the warmth from me.

  Scanning the sidewalk, which was now completely deserted—the sun having set long ago—I growled. I was hungry. For food and sex. I felt like a woman starved.

  All that doom and gloom can really bring a girl down. I needed something to ease my body, give me room to think and focus without the constant driving itch in the backdrop of my mind.

  I glanced around; all the windows in the housing district were closed or black. I stepped into the deep shadow of an alleyway and ported myself to another alley several blocks down. I’d passed the fifties themed diner on my way to Grace’s earlier. It was the only place that at this time of night should still have humans.

  I made sure there was no one around before I reformed and stepped out from behind the green dumpster, patting my frizz down the best I could. You should always look your best, especially when tempting a man to your proverbial bed. Though honestly, unless you’re morbidly obese, ugly as homemade soap, and covered in warts, most any man would do you under the right circumstances. Ever heard of beer goggles? ‘Nuff said.

  The echoing tin of steel kicked across pavement snagged my attention. I looked up in time to see a lone man headed in my direction, walking with head bent toward the parking lot.

  Lust stirred.

  You know I rag on men for wanting to screw whatever comes their way, but Lust’s no different. This guy wasn’t even hot. He was short, thick around the middle and sporting a wicked receding hair line.

  He looked up, key in hand and standing next to his blue Ford Mustang, as if sensing himself being watched.

  I licked my lips, heart beating a tiny bit faster.

  Go get him—Lust whispered viciously—take him, screw him, kill him, I don’t care, just make him ours. I gripped the trash bin so hard I actually warped the metal.

  I couldn’t understand my reluctance.

  He opened the door.

  I locked my jaw, squeezed my eyes shut for a second and took a deep breath. Every nerve in my body taut, stretched. My bones were sharp and brittle, poking at my insides, rubbing me raw. Even the blood streaming through my veins felt like poison to my skin. I itched—one of those itches that no matter how much you dig at yourself you still can’t seem to satisfy it with mere nails and friction.

  I wanted Billy, not this man. He was the one I wanted to taste, screw; convinced that if I could, I’d scratch the itch he started. Once, and my obsession would be gone. In retrospect it’s probably why I kept holding out on sex. Any longer though and I’d turn feral, without Luc or someone else around to keep me in check, that would be a very bad thing.

  I huffed a lank of hair out of my eye. Billy wasn’t here. He was.

  Like a rodent standing on its hind legs, the man studied the darkness of the night. Little black eyes looked in my direction. I knew he couldn’t see me, even though he looked right at me.

  Lust screamed.

  “I’ll go get your meat, if you just shut up,” I snarled under my breath. I stepped into the dim light and plastered on a smile.

  He froze with one leg already in the car. I glided toward him with the practiced ease of a Geisha, pushing glamour into my body, my face, snaring him hook, line, and sinker as I walked closer and closer, siphoning the information from his brain that I needed to make him fully mine. It was black as pitch out, light coming only from the flicker of a streetlamp in the corner and the faint blue glow of moonlight nearly obscured from the rise of buildings around us.

  I shifted, my body grew soft as clay, molding itself into his vision of loveliness, knowing by the time I reached him, he wouldn’t have a clue I hadn’t always looked this way.

  My legs grew Amazonian long, my bust, surprisingly enough, stayed the same size. But my butt, wow, like two juicy melons, I patted my rear and that’s when I noticed my skin. I was black. I touched my hair. It’d twisted into tight, short sleek spirals.

  “Hi.” Wide, innocent smile. “I’m so lost,” I said, voice a kittenish blend of Southern Belle and sex bomb.

  He licked his lips, pushed his glasses higher up his flat nose and gulped hard. No doubt he rarely had this happen to him, if at all. He reminded me of the classic nerd. Content to play with gizmos and gadgets on the weekends instead of girls, not because he didn’t like them, but because they rarely liked him. At least I’d give him a story to take back to his band of brothers, not that they’d believe him.

  I touched the belt of my coat, untied it and slowly ran my hand across the mounds of my breast. His pupils dilated, zooming in to my chest, he was sweating profusely. I scented the air, he was clean. No STD’s, which meant no sick stick. It could have been worse I suppose.

  “I was lookin’ for Belle St.,” I ran my fingers through my hair and shrugged.

  He gawked at me, as if he couldn’t believe this was really happening. I wanted to grow
l at him, fist his white buttoned down shirt in my hands and drag him back to the alley and get it over with. But no sense in scaring the prey.

  I grinned wider and gave my best air headed giggle, which nauseated me to no end. “Look, I really need help. A lone girl,” I rolled my eyes, planting my hands on my hips and cocked it out, “out alone in the city in the middle of the night, is not good. I’ll pay you anythin’ if you’ll just help me.” I licked my bottom lip in a slow, seductive motion, making my intentions very clear.

  He shook his head as if to free himself from a thrall—no, I didn’t have him in one, but I’m really good at what I do—and said, “You’re not some two bit hooker are you? My friends sent you, didn’t they?” He narrowed his eyes and I could read the anger and humiliation in them.

  I sauntered up, grabbed his tacky polyester brown tie between my fingers and gave it a gentle, but firm tug. No more games, I needed this and I wanted to go home. The sooner, the better.

  “You caught me,” I simpered—gag—, “you’re friends did send me. You gonna send me away just ‘cause of that?” I leaned in, blew on his ear and trailed my finger up his chest, resting it at the hollow of his throat and gave it a little nudge, delighted to feel his Adam’s apple roll.

  I stepped in as close as I possibly could, pressing my thighs against his, feeling a very hard, but average, lump against the front of his jeans.

  He shuddered. “I...I guess not.”

  I nipped his earlobe and every muscle in his body sagged against mine. He grabbed me by the waist, rested his head on my shoulder.

  “I...I don’t even know your name.”

  “Aww, that’s cute.” I wrinkled my nose, but didn’t give him my name. There’s power in a name, never give it away for nothing. And for a demon that was especially true.

  I grabbed his hand, helped him close the car door and guided him slowly toward the alleyway.

  In a day and age when STD’s are so rampant you’d think he’d have asked me about that, he hadn’t. He’d looked at me and said, “I’ve never done this before.”

  I didn’t have to ask him to clarify. I smiled. “Well, Shug, this is gonna be the best night of your life.”

  Exactly two minutes later—sigh—he was mumbling an apology.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t know I’d be so close. I’m sorry.” He was bent over, big fat, pasty white butt poking up in the air as he gathered his discarded coat and tie from off the water slicked pavement. I shook my head, looking everywhere but at him. Not because I was embarrassed, no, rather I didn’t want the image of all that pasty flabbiness forever burned into my retinas.

  “Goodnight, I’m humiliated,” he whispered so low, an average person wouldn’t have caught it. Thank goodness he’d pulled his pants up by the time I turned to look at him. His face was flaming red, his eyes wide and frantic as he tightened his belt.

  I got up off the ground, he’d wanted me doggie style. Normally a position I loved, though tonight...I shuddered, those quick thrusts had felt like someone jabbing me with a stick. It was criminal the way he used that thing.

  The second I straightened out, I knew I shouldn’t have. His eyes locked onto my still exposed breasts. I couldn’t find my friggin' shirt. He’d thrown it, heavens only knew where. Now, I’m not shy about nudity, but I’d be a sight if caught by the cops. Last thing I needed was to be thrown into the slammer for being a hooker. I could escape, but Luc would have a field day with it. So didn’t want to go there.

  “So umm,” he shoved blunt fingers through his cropped hair, “can we ever...”

  Sometimes it’s easier to kill them. “Look, kid,” I said, dropping the breezy twang, “get lost.”

  He frowned, looking like I’d whipped the puppy. Lust stirred, in as foul a mood as I felt. Although Lust wasn’t being so nice, my head swam with visions of nerd sprawled on the ground, my claws digging at his penis until I ripped it free and could throw it away so no other girl had to suffer through that. Didn’t I tell you Lust was mean?

  I however, didn’t want to play the demon’s game tonight. All I wanted now was to cut my losses, go home and sleep it off. This night had sucked the big one.

  “But I thought...”

  I rolled my eyes, anger buzzing through my veins like an angry hornet’s nest, and walked back toward the dumpster, scanning the ground for my missing shirt. “Listen, it was fun and all that, but I really gotta go. Don’t call me, I’ll call you and all that jazz.” I finger waved, dismissing him.

  From the corner of my eye I saw him scuttle off and breathed a weary, bone deep sigh and shifted back to my normal form. I hated being mean, but to stay around me another second with a dissatisfied Lust was probably not a good idea.

  I curled my lips, still not able to find my stupid shirt and decided it wasn’t even worth it. I wasn’t going to dig through the trash bin for it. Forget it. I turned, bent to retrieve my trench coat when I heard him return.

  “What now?” I groaned. Then I felt the cold press of a blade against my spine a second before I smelled the familiar scent of sandalwood. I went still, not daring to breath or move.

  “Was it good?” A hard voice whispered in my ear and then an even harder body pressed against my own, pinning me to the brick wall. The knife no longer between us.

  I shivered, recognizing the voice I’d been dying to hear ever since the night he’d stepped into my crazy world. My heart twisted painfully in my chest, slid to my knees. I turned—half expecting him to try and punch me for my audacity—and stared into a pair of brown eyes, that were at the moment sparking with rage.

  My breasts smashed against the hard muscle of his chest, my nipples tightened into painful peaks, stabbing him through the thin layer of cotton he wore.

  His delectable mouth was turned into a tight sneer, disgust clear on his arrogant face. I licked my lips, his eyes glued to the movement. My skin tingled, flushed with need and desire so hard it was nearly pain.

  Billy planted his hand over my head, his body moving off mine enough to give him room to study me. It was a long, slow perusal, whatever thoughts went on behind those lidded eyes of his I couldn’t tell. But wherever his gaze touched, it was like being branded with heat. He stopped for a second to study my zipper that was still unzipped, as if trying to determine if I was commando.

  I was.

  Then his eyes hit my navel, my breasts, and lingered, for a long, hot second. It didn’t take a neph possessed by Lust to figure out that look, then he glanced at my face and the heat was gone. All that remained was a killing frost.

  In that moment, in that second, I didn’t care if Billy slapped me, screwed me, or gutted me, all I wanted was his hands on my body any way I could take it.

  “You disgust me.” His voice was cool silk, deep and throaty. Made my knees weak and my temper flare, banking the fire spreading through my blood.

  I shoved him. Hard. He leered that arrogant look of his that made me want to scream. I nearly ripped the sleeves off my coat as I shoved my arms through them, then belted it shut.

  “Ohh, as if that hurts?” I snapped back at him. “Do you think I give a crap what you think?”

  He bit his bottom lip and I swear, I almost came. I bit back a groan, hating him, hating myself and wishing like Dante's inferno there were some way I could reach into my boot, grab the ring, and stick it on him without alerting him to the fact.

  “If you didn’t care, neph, then why throw the coat around yourself like it was a shield?”

  I narrowed my eyes, planting my hands on my hips. “Don’t call me that.” Was all I could think to say.

  The knife was back in his hands before I could even blink. What the hell? Where had it come from? It was like he was pulling stuff from air. He toyed with the tip, staring at it and not at me, for a long enough second that I debated whether or not to go for the ring.

  “Why are you following me?” I should have gone for the ring, but my curiosity had, yet again, overridden any commonsense I had.

 
He looked at me then, letting me feel the full weight of all his anger. It pressed in on me like a tangible thing, made me feel like I couldn’t take a deep enough breathe to satisfy my need for oxygen. He said nothing.

  I fisted my hands, taking a step closer. I’d expected him to back off, but he didn’t. Billy was an immovable wall of muscle and hard steel. Panic fluttered moth-like wings in my throat; I fought the need to retreat from the burning, deep chocolate gaze of his.

  “If you think your little knife display is gonna scare me, think again. I’m not some blushing maiden who can’t handle her weapons.” Double entendre intended, thank you very much.

  His lip curled and my breath caught. “I should kill you.”

  I rolled my eyes. “Yawn. I’ve heard that before, now haven’t I?”

  He stepped into me and I couldn’t breathe. It was as if he’d taken up all the space around us, his presence the only thing I was aware of. His big hands were on my jacket, he shoved it open. I gasped the second the cold air touched my nipples. The pleasure of hot and cold played like a symphony on my sensitized flesh. Liquid heat crashed between my thighs and Lust didn’t simply wake up, she roared to life.

  A rumble vibrated through his throat. Somehow, I wound up with my back pressed against the brick face again, my wrists pinned above my head by one of his large hands. “Is this what you like?” he snarled.

  My heart pounded, my pulse thrummed with crystal resonance. I wanted to wrap one of my legs around his waist and beg him to take the fever away, but I couldn’t move. Every hard line of his body was pressed against mine. My head swam with visions of his beautiful lips working between my legs, my hands running through his hair. I whimpered. Lust was going to eat me alive. I writhed, which only made things worse. My whole body grew enflamed, engulfed by desire. My brain was muddied by thoughts of him, sex, and nothing else.

  The man made me feel like a slut. What was worse, he was right. Lust loved it. “I hate you.” My words dripped like venom from my tongue, I wiggled my toes, trying to figure out a way to push him off me and get to the ring.