Michel had still been holding me, he had stopped apologising, he had even stopped kissing me, he was just holding on to me as though he thought he would lose me altogether if he let go, his head resting on my chest, his breath warm against my skin. I'm not entirely sure I wanted him to let me go either, despite what had just happened, the thought of being anywhere else, other than in his arms right now, was an impossibility. My basic need to be close to him over-rode all other thought or emotion. Why did being joined to a vampire have to be so hard?
“Why now, ma douce? Why does he wish to train you now?”
His question surprised me, because I hadn't even realised he was gearing up for one, he'd been so still for so long, it came right out of the blue. I also know he knew the possible response he could have received to that question now. The man had guts or was just plain stupid. Actually, I'm thinking single minded and downright determined, stubborn even, maybe obstinate. But there was no avoiding what I had come here for, so I swallowed any negative emotion his question stirred within me and relaxed my suddenly rigid stance.
“He told me about the Cadre of Eternal Knights, Max had belonged to them, they are hunting Nosferatin to join with, to give them the power to take over all vampires, humans, the world.” I thought the best chance of getting Michel on board now was to make it sound really bad for every supernatural, including himself. The world kind of covered that. “There's a large community of Nosferatin in Egypt, where Nero is from, they have several mature and a couple of immature Nosferatin. The Cadre is targeting them.”
The moment of truth. Michel hadn't moved, hadn't shifted at all, he was simply waiting for me to get to the hammer blow, which he undoubtedly knew was coming. “They want our help in fighting the Cadre, they don't believe they are strong enough on their own.” Maybe if I appealed to his strength this would work. A vampire hunter's got to try, hasn't she?
He sat back and leaned against the base of his desk, still keeping one hand holding one of mine, his blue eyes swirling flecks of cobalt; but no purple, no amethyst or violet, just beautiful deep pools of blue. “Am I to presume he is Nafrini's kindred Nosferatin?”
I just nodded. “She has hidden it well then.” He blinked slowly, raised a hand to the bridge of his nose and pinched. Do vampires get headaches? “So, he can Dream Walk and he can lay a false vampire scent. What else can this Nero of yours do?” I understood the inference, this Nero of yours, he was warning me, letting me know he was aware. Nero was encroaching on what Michel believed was his property and he wanted me to take care. At that moment, I really wanted to take care too.
“He can fight, well actually he can really fight. I've never seen another human do what he did, the speed, the precision. It was remarkable.” Hiding what I felt of Nero's skills wasn't necessary, Michel had already sensed my emotions and knew.
“He is not human, my dear. Not any more, anyway.”
“What do you mean?”
“If he is the Nosferatin I am thinking of, then he is close to my age, somewhere around 500 years old. Nafrini is older, 700 maybe more. There were rumours of her joining when I had not long been turned. The world was abuzz with it. The rumours just as quickly disappeared though and since that day, Nafrini has never demonstrated anything other than first level master Sanguis Vitam. As I said, she has hidden it well.”
I wondered why? Could it be she just wanted to protect her kindred Nosferatin and the community he held so dear? I couldn't see a vampire that long ago having that sort of compassion, that sort of care for another, especially someone who was in essence human. Vampires have modernised their natures since then. Michel is very forward for his power level status, he does have good in him, although I have had to question that recently. Still, for a vampire he is progressive. He lives in amongst humans and sets rules in his city for others to adhere, making sure humans are not hunted and therefore the vampire not discovered. But, centuries ago, it was different. Vampires still hid themselves, but they were more inclined to satisfy their cravings and to hell with anyone else.
All the while this was playing through my head, I couldn't stop thinking Nero is 500 hundred years old? I mean, I had always thought he sometimes sounded a bit old fashioned, but wow, as old as Michel? That was just unbelievable, he seemed so human, so vibrant and alive. Not that Nosferatins aren't when they become immortal upon joining, it's not like their heart stops beating and they don't need to breathe like a vampire when it's changed, but still, 500 freakin' years old!
I guess I had a lot to talk about with Nero tomorrow.
“So, what do you think? Do we help them?”
Michel smiled at me, it was a little more tired than his usual smile, but it did still reach the corners of his eyes.
“What would my Nosferatin like to do?”
I'm sure he was just playing me, buttering me up after such an abominable greeting, but I couldn't help thinking, yes! And doing a mental air punch.
“I think we should help them. If this Cadre group get power they could be unstoppable, they could come here. I don't want them in my city. I think we should stop them before it's too late.”
“Then, we shall go to Egypt. I shall contact Nafrini myself.” I knew why he wanted to do that, to send a message that he was the one in control, making the decisions, not me. But all I could think was, I was going to go to Egypt and meet Nero in person. I told myself it was because I just wanted to meet another Nosferatin, one that didn't want to kill me that is, but to be honest, it was all him, I just couldn't help it, I was curious.
Bad, bad, me.
Chapter 25
Ambush
Of course, Michel set a caveat. We would not go until I turned 25, which was only less than a week from now anyway. Nafrini had accepted, I guess she understood that no kindred vampire would wish to endanger their Nosferatin, when only a few days delay would alter the odds in their favour.
So, that left me with five days to fill in. It had been a tumultuous few weeks, I'd hardly had a moment to catch my breath and part of me had felt like my world was spinning out of control. It certainly felt like my world was not my own any more, but I was working through that. So, I decided to return to work at the bank.
Michel was not happy. I'm guessing having his kindred Nosferatin work as a bank teller just didn't sit well with his image or something, but I wasn't budging on this one. I love my job, it centres me. When everything else is crazy and unpredictable, counting coins settles my soul.
It was late on my first day back, about four in the afternoon, so I was in the mad rush of business banking that happens right before close. No shop owner wants to leave all that cash on their premises overnight, so the last hour before closing was always frantic for me. I loved it. I was so busy that I hadn't even noticed him. I have no idea how long he'd been sitting there, but he looked comfortable, relaxed. Reclining in one of the bank's trendy, but can't-possibly-be-comfortable bright blue chairs. He made it look like a luxurious bed, the way he lounged out in it. His long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankles, his arms behind his head as he watched me. Very comfortable indeed. But then, when had Nero ever not looked at home?
He smiled when my eyes finally saw him, that dazzling and wicked smile, all bright light laced with sinful deeds. I fought a blush and thankfully succeeded. I really had to stop acting like a lovesick teenager. But, it made the last quarter hour very difficult indeed. I found myself having to count customers' deposits two, even three times, my mind was so distracted by the presence of him. So I didn't finish bang on five and my usually pleasant and friendly customers had begun to get frustrated at my slow pace and distracted conversation. By the time I balanced my float and had put it away in our large safe out the back, I was frazzled.
I couldn't see him when I came out from the staff room, changed ready for the jog home. Of course, he was waiting for me on the street when I exited the bank, that same sexy smile gracing his perfectly chiselled face.
“I shall walk you home, Kiwi
.”
“I like to run.”
“Even better. Your training can start now then.”
When I said I like to run home I had meant a leisurely jog, following a direct path to my front door, but Nero had other ideas.
After we had been running at an alarming speed for 35 minutes, I began to think that Nero's idea of training was probably going to be different from mine. I can run long distances, I'm fit, I won't deny it. You have to be, to fight the never tiring, super strong, deadly killing machine that is the vampire. So 35 minutes is still a walk in the park, even at the speed that Nero had been insisting. I had passed that stage where your body burns and screams out obscenities at you and entered the dull but reassuring ache afterwards, sure that I could keep going, if I didn't push myself. Unfortunately, for Nero, the first 35 minutes had only been a warm up and now the real running began. I was covered in a nice layer of sweat by now and a little annoyed I had a pack on my back. I had tightened the straps to stop the never ending bounce of it against my back and hips, but it was hot and clingy and the sweat pooling there was surely going to ruin it forever. You just can't throw a backpack in the wash.
We'd made it to Meola Road and I could see Western Springs Park coming up. I got a sudden surge of hope, maybe we were going to stop there, it would be a good area for further training and I could catch my breath. I knew I wasn't at my limit yet, I still had ample strength to get me home, but it was hot and I was sticky and I really needed to pee. Nero however, didn't even pause. I watched with dismay as we passed the pond and ducks, and then with mounting anxiety when the public toilets sped past and then we were on the footpath again, heading west.
We crossed the motorway at the Carrington Road intersection and continued along Mt Albert Road. OK, by this time I really was starting to wonder if Nero was just going to make me run all night long. He had that maniacal gleam to his eyes, like he could do this forever. Our speed hadn't altered since we had started, any human running at this speed could only sustain it for a couple of kilometres, we had been running for over ten and then he decided to up the ante. At first I just let him pull ahead of me and momentarily enjoyed the sight of his back and butt as it strode away and then the competitor within took over and I dug deep.
By the time we had made it to Campbell Road and the large expanse which is Cornwall Park, I was gasping for breath. There was a sharp pain in my side and running down my right leg and my bladder was about to explode. All of which was excruciatingly painful, but not nearly as much as the blow to the side of my head when Nero came to a stop in amongst some trees.
I spun away from him and crashed against a trunk. “What the hell?”
“Do you think you will not be attacked when you are tired, Kiwi? A vampire will not stop for you to catch your breath.”
And then he came at me again, low, with arms open, ready to sweep me off my feet. At this point, he could have thrown me over his shoulders and dragged me off to his cave, I was in shock, pain and in no condition to fight back. I felt the air leave my lungs at the collision of his hard body against mine and then the sickening thud of my head hitting compacted earth and maybe an exposed tree root too. The world swam before my eyes, but Nero simply hauled me to my feet and started circling. He looked a bit fuzzy around the edges and I think he was on a lean, or maybe that was me, but I could see him circling, I could see him assessing me and I was coming up wanting, that was for sure.
He struck out again with his open hand, I think he was holding back, he could have used a fist, but somehow my body reacted instinctively and I jumped out of the way. He didn't connect, which was great, but I lost my footing and ended up landing on my side, straining to breathe, which was bad. He was on me in an instant, I rolled out of the way, but his foot had connected with my side, the one I had landed on and had the sharp pain in, so the foot was not welcome.
I somehow managed to reach out and grab his leg, tugging with all my strength, until he was on his arse. I launched myself up from the ground and pushed him back against the dirt, both of us losing our breath in a whoosh. He grabbed my arms pinning them to me and rolled us over, so he was on top now pinning me to the ground. Not a good position to be in and one I planned to remedy immediately. I brought my head up in a fast and swift motion, banging the top of my forehead against the bridge of his nose.
That just hurts like a bitch. I know, I've had a vampire do it to me before and it was not fun. Blood started pouring out of Nero's nose, his eyes looked a little glazed as well and thankfully, his grip lessened and I rolled out from under him. I scrambled away thinking I might just get a break and then felt him suddenly pushing me to the ground. My arms went out to stop the fall, the skin on my palms, wrists and forearms scraping in the dirt and bits of little rocks that littered the small clearing we were in. I felt the weight of him against me, his ragged breathing on my neck.
“Do you surrender yet, Kiwi.” His voice was not quite the soft purr I was used to, but strained and ragged with his breath.
But oh hell. Now he was taunting me. I wasn't sure how many more times I could use my head as a battering ram, but I couldn't think of anything else right then, so I tried to throw my head back against Nero's face. He had moved to the side, so I only got his clavicle and shoulder, sending a sharp pain right through my skull and making white flashes appear before my eyes. His weight had shifted so I continued to go in that direction, rolling him over and throwing my arms out wide to free his grip. He scrabbled to grab me, but I was up and out of there before he found purchase and had turned to face him with a smile.
“That was the just warm up, Nero. Now we fight.”
His bronze and brown eyes sparkled and his face lit up in a smile. He was definitely having fun. We looked at each other for a moment and then we both launched at the same time. I landed a flying-punch to his face, feeling my knuckles graze against his cheek, but he connected with a solid fist in my stomach, sending the air from my lungs and making me consider bringing my lunch up all over him. I staggered backwards, but he wasn't looking much better, he was shaking his head and panting, bent over with his hands on his knees.
I didn't fall for it. I came back at him with a side kick, jumping out of the way when he tried to grab me and turning round to land a high kick to his chest. He went flying backwards against a tree, but bounced off and landed on his feet in a crouch. I was starting to think this would end in someone's death, but a part of me was pretty damn pleased with how I was holding my own with such an old and experienced Nosferatin.
Of course, I should have known better. I had seen him in action with those vampires in the courtyard in Sydney. I should have known he had been holding back with me all along just now. I should have known he was just toying with me, letting me believe I had a chance.
I should have known better.
When he launched into the air in a spin, arms out, legs evenly spread, I had a momentary vision of a sleek black cat sliding through the breeze, overlaid with the image of a strong muscular body of a ballet dancer, lifting off the ground and twirling through the sky. The impact of the blow sent a shockwave through my body and lifted my feet off the floor. I spun around and landed with a resounding splat on my stomach on the ground. This time I really could not breathe. I couldn't draw a breath, I couldn't move and I couldn't stop the tears streaming down my face. I was paralysed in the dirt, my head and face turned out to one side, my hands by my thighs - useless - and my body screaming for mercy.
Nothing happened for an excruciating moment. If Nero had been a vampire, my head would be clear off my body by now or my jugular severed. I was exposed and vulnerable lying there waiting to be killed. I felt like a failure.
His tan soft leather shoes were the first thing I registered in front of my face, then his head bent down to look at me, his hand lifting a strand of my hair which had fallen across my face, back into position over my shoulder. He looked happy, concerned and could that have been, impressed?
I finally found my breath and the
strength to roll over onto my back. I still didn't think I could stand, but at least I'd see my death if it came calling, look it right between the eyes. I stared up at the darkening sky peeking through the heavy cover of leaves from the trees. It was still too early for stars, but I knew there would be some tonight, the sky was clean and free of the clutter of clouds. I sensed, rather than saw, Nero sit down on the ground next to me. I could hear his breathing, he still hadn't quite got it under control. Ha!
“Well, that was fun,” I managed to get out in a semi-puff.
His hand came to rest on my shoulder, the warmth of it reassuring through the fabric. “You are truly sensational, Kiwi. You have no idea.”
“I thought I pretty much sucked actually. You were holding back.”
“Of course, at times. You are not fully matured, but I was not - how do you say? - going easy on you. I was fighting and you held your own.”
I appreciated the sentiment, he was trying to make me feel better, maybe he could even sense my emotions like Michel - who knew? I certainly didn't know everything there was to know about this man beside me, but I wasn't going to let him get away with that.
“You could have used that spinny thing sooner, finished me off right from the start. You were holding back.”
He chuckled. “That spinny thing takes a certain amount of effort and concentration, it is not an easily acquired skill. One can be distracted enough not to able to achieve it. You had my attention in full, I could not have managed that move any sooner. You were... amazing.” He said the last with a sense of awe.
Well hot damn. I kind of liked the sound of that.
“So, are you going to beat the crap out of me every day this week, because if you do, I'm telling ya, I'm going to be a physical wreck by the time we get to Egypt.”
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