She stopped abruptly, her smile fading, her hand slipping from his arm. Gregori’s head went up alertly, automatically scanning the area for enemies. “What is it?”
Savannah did an about-face and turned the corner, walking slowly up the street.
Savannah, you will answer me. What is it you sense that I do not?
Gregori caught at her arm, physically stopping her. His fingers shackled her wrist, his body all at once close and protective.
Answer me, or I will force you to go back to the house. Shh. I’m trying to concentrate. I’ve never really done this before.
Even in her mind she was very distracted.
Gregori merged with her so that he could feel her thoughts, know whatever it was that she was feeling. It was a compulsion of sorts, not one their race commonly used, a drawing toward some place. Of power? He tried to tune it in. Not power. To evil. Something very evil.
Once more his hand tightened on her wrist and brought her to a halt. There were several homes on the street, but farther down the block the residences gave way to stores. One was a voodoo shop. He concentrated on that, listening intently to the conversation between a tourist and one who worked inside. There was a suggestion of power, of magic, but certainly not the taint of evil.
Two buildings down from the voodoo shop.
Savannah’s voice brushed at his mind.
It is not on Julian ‘s list,
Gregori answered, but he believed her. He felt it through her. Raven Dubrinsky had obviously passed on her psychic talents to her daughter.
They linked hands and strolled casually along the street, seemingly enjoying the night air, mingling with the tourists and those who made their homes there. The majority of the revelers were in the heart of the Quarter, along Bourbon Street, farther down, lining up to get into Preservation Hall. Savannah and Gregori moved along the narrow walkway, pausing to allow a horse-drawn carriage to pass. The occupants of the conveyance were laughing and listening to the sing-song voice of their guide describing points of interest with a few local myths thrown in.
Two young men drinking beer on the steps of a closed bookstore across the street fixed their eyes on Savannah. Even from that distance Gregori could see their instant fixation, the obsession she so easily produced in men. It was in the way she moved, her flowing hair and enormous eyes, her aura, at once innocent and sexy. There was no hope that they would not recognize her. She embodied magic and fantasy.
Gregori sighed heavily, his gut tightening. She was going to drive him crazy and maybe get some innocent drunk killed. The two men had risen, whispering excitedly, working up their courage to approach her. He could hear them pumping each other up. He fixed his silver eyes on them and concentrated briefly. He wiped their thoughts away and planted in them an urgency to leave the area immediately.
“Do me a favor,
chйrie
. Try to look plain and uninteresting.”
Savannah laughed softly in spite of her growing sense of dread. “Get over it already,” she suggested.
“You are more than disrespectful, woman. I cannot remember a single time in my existence when anyone spoke to me as you do.”
She rubbed her cheek along his shoulder in a small caress. Gregori’s breath seemed to still in his throat.
“That’s why I do it. You need someone to give you a little trouble.” Her teasing tone slid over him, into him, the tiny threads that tied them together multiplying every moment.
“I would not mind a
little
trouble. You are
big
trouble.”
They were in front of the building Savannah had mentally pinpointed as the source of the disturbing emanations. It was closed, the windows dark. Gregori could feel movement inside, sense the presence of several men within the walls.
Savannah clutched at him, her eyes filling with tears. “Something horrible is happening in there, Gregori. There is—” She broke off as his hands closed like a vise around her upper arms.
Gregori gave her a little shake. “Hang on,
ma petite.
I know exactly what is going on. She is not one of us.”
“I know that. I’m not entirely incompetent.” There was a mixture of anger and tears in her voice. “She’s human, but they think she’s vampire. Gregori, she’s just a child. You can’t let them harm her. I can feel her pain.”
“She is older than you,
bйbй
, and she parades around in a black cloak with her incisors cosmetically altered. She put herself in the hands of these madmen through her own stupidity.” Gregori sounded disgusted.
“She doesn’t deserve to be tortured because she likes to play at being a vampire. Let’s get her out.” Savannah’s blue eyes flashed fire at him. “We both know you’re going to save her, so quit grousing, and let’s get to it.”
“I will not allow such a thing, Savannah,” he said softly. His voice was a beautiful blend of iron in a velvet glove. “Do not try my patience too far,
ma petite.
I assure you, there is no chance of your winning a battle between us.”
“Shut up,” she snapped rudely, exasperated with his domineering ways. “I know you’re not going to leave the girl in there. I can feel her terror, Gregori, and it’s making me sick.”
“I knew you were going to be trouble the moment I laid eyes on you,” he said softly. “I will not risk your safety for some woman who masquerades as a vampire. She chooses to pretend she is like them. I intend to help her, but not with you alone on the street.”
Her breath hissed through her teeth. “I am at full strength, Gregori. I can be invisible should I choose to walk among the humans unseen. I don’t need to cower in my house because you’re afraid for me.” Her chin lifted at him belligerently. “I am the daughter of the Prince. I can manage to do a few things others of our kind can do.”
His hand caught and spanned her throat. “I will do almost anything for you, Savannah, but how I must complete this task is distasteful.” He found himself explaining, as she had requested, when his every aggressive male instinct told him to simply force his will on her. He could not bear for her to believe he thought so little of her abilities. “I do not want you to witness the depravity in these men’s minds, nor do I wish you to witness the wind of death whirling through their midst. You cannot have it both ways. You want me to save this woman. I will do so. But not within your sight. Go home and wait for me there.”
Savannah shook her head. “When will you get it through your thick skull that I’m your true lifemate? Me. Savannah Dubrinsky, daughter of the Prince. We shared our minds from before my birth. You can’t hide from me what you are, who you are. Even in the midst of blood and death, even with the beast at work, I will always see your true self.”
“Do as I command you. And know this. If for any reason you choose to disobey my orders, you will be putting the woman’s life in jeopardy. I will always see to your safety first. That means if I am distracted by your defiance, I will see to your obedience.”
“You are the most stubborn Carpathian male alive,” she said, exasperated, but she caught his head between her hands and dragged him down to capture his mouth with hers. “Be safe, lifemate. That is
my
command to you. Be certain
you
do not disobey
my
order.”
She turned and glided away, back the way they had come, without so much as a glance over her shoulder. Her hips swayed gently, erotically. The rising wind played with her long hair. Gregori watched her, unable to tear his gaze away.
Chapter Eleven
Finally Gregori turned his head slowly, ferally, and walked purposefully toward the narrow alley beside the building. Brown grass, dried and exhausted with its effort to flourish, was crushed beneath his feet, but there was not a sound to betray his presence, not even the disbursement of air. Once he was hidden from sight, he scanned the a
rea to determine the exact placement of all those in the building and any other humans in the vicinity.
He dissolved instantly, one moment solid, the next invisible. He checked the building: all windows and doors were locked securely. The woman inside screamed, agony, terror, in her voice. The sound brushed at his mind, but he blocked it out, scanning three entry points to the interior. He chose the one beneath the building, through some cracked and crumbling rotted boards.
For a brief moment his image shimmered in the dark, compressing as it did so, shrinking smaller and smaller until a only little mouse nestled in the dried grass. It sat up on its hind legs a moment, whiskers twitching in the air. Then it rushed across the dirt and grass and scampered through a small crack beneath the stairs. The opening was narrow, but the little creature was able to squeeze into a space within the walls.
The insulation was old and thin, most of it long gone, and the mouse scurried quickly through the wall until it found a small knothole leading into a darkened room. The smell of blood and fear made its heart pound, but the predator deep within its tiny body snarled, exposing fangs and a dark, deadly purpose. The mouse hesitated before crossing the yellowed linoleum, its ears twisting this way and that, whiskers high, scenting for danger.
There was no one in the first room, which appeared to be an unused storage area. It smelled musty with mildew. Gregori’s form grew, solidified, then shimmered into nothingness once again. He could hear the conversation from the next room clearly. Three men were arguing, one clearly disgusted by what they were doing.
“This girl is no more vampire than I am, Rodney,” he snapped. “You just like doing this sick stuff. This one’s some kid who likes to hang out with her friends pretending she’s got fangs.”
“We don’t know that for sure,” Rodney protested. “And since we have to kill her anyway, it isn’t like we can’t have a good time with her.”
“Forget it.” There was disgust in the first man’s voice. “No way am I going to let you kill this girl. I thought we were scientists. Even if she really was a vampire, we shouldn’t treat her like this. I’m taking her out of here and to a hospital.”
“Morrison will kill you,” Rodney bit out, all at once angry. “You’re not taking her anywhere. We’ll all be arrested. You, too—don’t forget that. You’re a part of this, Gary, you’re a big part of this.”
“No, I’m not. And if it comes down to that—killing an innocent girl or going to jail—I’ll take jail.”
Gregori could feel the impending violence, coming not from Rodney but from the third man, the silent one, in the room. He was stalking Gary from behind while Rodney held Gary’s attention. The girl was trying desperately to warn Gary, her only hope, that he was in danger.
Gregori felt power in the room. Manipulation. Compulsion. There was more at work here than the society of human butchers. He glided unseen into the room, dispersing cold air in his wake. The third man held an already blood-stained knife out of sight along his right wrist as he came up behind Gary. Gregori inserted his invisible body between the two men. As the knife came up toward Gary’s kidney, Gregori caught the attacker’s wrist in an unbreakable grip and squeezed, crushing bones to a fine powder.
The attacker screamed, the knife clattering to the floor. Gary whirled around to face the third man. Rodney dove for the knife. The girl was so hysterical, Gregori could feel her heart pounding, hear it slamming at far too fast a pace. He spared her quick attention, shielding her from further thought. She simply slipped into an unconscious state, her eyes open and glazed.
Rodney picked up the knife and scrambled to his feet. “Looks like we’re going to have to kill you, too, huh, Gary?”
Gregori sighed. Why did they always have to state the obvious?
Gary was backing away, trying to keep an eye on the third man, who had dropped to his knees, clutching his shattered arm, his face as white as a sheet. He was still screaming, a high-pitched, monotonous cry.
Gary slid the white lab jacket off his shoulders and wrapped it defensively around his upraised arm. “I’m not going to let you hurt her any more, Rodney. I mean it. This was supposed to be a legitimate study. Dissecting anyone alive, vampire or human, is torture, nothing less. I didn’t sign on to hurt anyone.”
“What do you think that poison you developed was all about?” Rodney snarled, waving the knife.
“I didn’t develop a poison. I developed a very potent tranquilizer, designed to sedate nearly any powerful creature. Morrison had you people corrupt the original formula. I came here to talk to him about it. This is murder, Rodney. Any way you look at it, it’s murder.”
Gregori glided up behind Rodney. The man’s mind stank of a vampire influence. He had thought himself protected from vampires by the hypnosis all members of the society were subjected to, but somehow a vampire had infiltrated their ranks and was contaminating the society further with his own depravity. It was the kind of thing vampires over the centuries had done for entertainment. Hiding their true nature, they would befriend humans and slowly bring about moral decay. Often they used the women of the human males they befriended for their own pleasure, later killing them. Sometimes they used the humans to kill each other. Clearly a master vampire was at work here, one that had escaped the net of hunters for some time, probably centuries.
Gregori touched Gary’s mind. He found honesty there, integrity. He had never had contact with the vampire and was willing to die to save the girl strapped down on the stainless-steel table. He had interrupted the two other men at work and was sickened by their actions. But Gregori knew Gary would have no chance against a vampire-induced compulsion in the other man to kill. Rodney would win this battle. For a moment Gregori hesitated. If he intervened, he would allow Gary to live, but he would have to destroy Rodney. If he allowed things to take their course, Rodney could lead him back to the vampire’s lair.
I know you’re not even thinking that.
Savannah’s outraged whisper was velvet-soft in his mind.
He sighed heavily.
Woman, leave me in peace. I have to do what is best for our people.
But he knew he wouldn’t. He knew he could not let Gary die. There was something he liked about the man’s courage and integrity, but, damn it, Savannah didn’t have to know he had any soft spots. He’d never had them until she came along.
Savannah’s laughter brushed along his spine like the touch of her fingers.
Gregori inserted his solid frame between the two men, shimmering in the air, wavering for a moment before materializing. There was instant silence. Even the third man managed to stop screaming, all of them frozen in place. Gregori smiled pleasantly, a show of gleaming white fangs.
“Good evening, gentleman. I heard you were looking for one of my kind. It might be in your best interest, Rodney, to put down the knife.” The suggestion was made in a black-velvet drawl.
Gary backed away from the newcomer, instinctively moving toward the stainless steel table. His hands were up in the age-old surrender sign. “Look, I don’t know who or what you are, but this girl had nothing to do with anything. Don’t hurt her. Do what you have to do to us, but get her an ambulance.”
Gregori kept his silver gaze focused on Rodney. The man was looking wild, the dark compulsion of the kill on him. Gregori could see so clearly; now so could Gary. Rodney needed to kill. It was as necessary to him as drawing in his next breath.
“Look out,” Gary warned as it occurred to him that the vampire, no matter how dangerous, had stepped between Rodney and himself to save him. He glanced over at the third man. It was clear that the vampire had saved him from Todd Davis also. Steeling himself, he moved around to get in a better position to help the creature.
“Do not,” Gregori hissed softly. He waved a hand, and Gary was unable to move, locked into some invisible prison. “Turn your head the other way.”
The flash in the room was bright, like a mushroom cloud of lightning. The sound cracked the walls on two sides of the struc
ture, thundering in Gary’s ears so that for a moment he was deaf and blind. The house itself shook, rattling the windows like an explosion. When the smoke cleared, Rodney and Davis lay on the floor, lifeless.
Gary stared in horror at the two blackened bodies, then reached out a tentative hand to touch the invisible barricade that had somehow protected him. To his astonishment it was gone. Immediately he went to the girl. She was still breathing, but her pulse was shallow and thready. He tried in vain to undo the manacles locking her to the table.
“You are leaving fingerprints,” Gregori informed him softly. He stared at the wide steel bands for a moment, and they simply fell away from her wrists and ankles. “Go now, walk away from this place. I will meet you at the end of the block.” The silver eyes stared straight into Gary’s eyes. “Be there. I can find you any time I wish it.”
“She needs help.” The human was determined to stand his ground.
“A crowd gathers while you waste time. I can shield you from their eyes if you go now. Later, there will be too many. The girl will be fine. Do as I say.” Already Gregori was turning his attention to finding the damaging prints of the other man, removing all memory of him from the girl, and ensuring that those outside the house would not remember the short, slender man in the gray suit who went out the back way.
Gary Jansen made his way slowly through the people now rushing toward the house. No one even glanced at him, actually knocking into him without seeming to be aware of it. In the distance was the wail of sirens. Fire department. Police. Ambulance. He was shocked, his mind almost numb. Whatever creature had stepped in and saved his life had more power than he had ever conceived a being could have. His brain replayed every movement, every word. He couldn’t believe he had been allowed to simply walk away. The creature hadn’t even taken his blood. For that matter, he didn’t know if the creature drank blood. He got to the end of the block, and weakness hit him. His knees turned to rubber, his legs to jelly, and he had to sit abruptly on the curb.
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