by Jan Dockter
“I’m sorry. I’ll stay without complaining; I promise. I’ll do whatever you need.” I suddenly felt black despair at the thought of leaving him, so many questions unanswered; so much about him I still wanted to learn. He twirled me and held me close by turns, dancing until I felt dizzy and weak in the knees. I wanted to dance with him for the rest of the night, and long after. I felt him in my mind and tilted my head so he could kiss me again. My fingers grazed jaw and my other hand went to his chest over his heart. I felt it beating stronger than I ever thought possible, in time to mine.
I felt his fingers in the loose curls of hair at my neck, and then, nothing. He stiffened and pulled away from me. Before I could register my shock and disappointment I heard a familiar voice behind me and felt Nicholas’ presence leave my mind and shut the door behind him. He had repaired my shield and protected me, without my knowing it. The invasive breadth of his power quickly brought me to myself and I turned to face the men and women standing at the top of the stairs. They were men and women for sure!
Dominique stood with them, her eyes soft and concerned as they met mine. However, Eldritch and Somayo, one of our lead hunters, looked down at me with open disgust; Simi wouldn’t meet my eyes at all. Somayo moved to one side so I could see that David had been hidden behind his massive frame. He was still pale and his cuts and bruises lay in sharp relief to the whiteness of his normally tan Latino complexion. He stepped forward and glared balefully at me out of his one good eye and I felt my chin jut in automatic response to his judgement.
“Nicholas, Master of Los Angeles, we greet you,” Professor Eldritch called out; while the hunters all pointed weapons close to the vampires, if not quite at them. I took a deep breath and waited for Nicholas to speak. He stepped forward, putting himself between me and my people and I made a sound of dismay and argument, before a nudge of power from him stole the sound from my lips. I clutched at my throat and looked around for Rachel, who was watching the scene from a position near the human musicians, her skirt hiked up to show a long knife in a garter.
“You look well, Lady Borgia,” Nicholas said, turning toward the sorceress. “The centuries have been good to you.”
“You as well, my lord De Elbrecht,” she replied without inflection. “Now that we have reminded everyone in the room of who is titled, and who is not, perhaps we can get on with the exchange.” Nicholas gestured toward David and I tried to creep around his side to better see the hunters that were still stacked up behind Eldritch.
“You still have something of ours, my lord,” Somayo reminded him, his voice dripping with sarcasm at the title. Nicholas’ chin went up and Somayo staggered as a wall of power slammed into him, and only him.
“When you are outnumbered and outgunned, hunter, it would serve you to remember your manners,” a pale-haired vampire said. He strode into the center of the dance floor to stand slightly behind me, to the left of his master. Nicholas held up a hand and the lieutenant fell silent; standing at ease; his icy eyes fixed on the large black hunter who was still recovering his land legs from the blast.
A second, female vampire came up on the other side of us, to stand just at my back. Her power prickled along my skin until I turned my head and glared at her. She eyed me with jade cat-eyes but pulled her power back until I could stand it without discomfort. I brushed her with my own, as a warning, and she closed herself off completely.
Before I could gloat over my small victory, David stepped forward, taking the arm of another hunter as he descended the first two stairs before stopping. My heart soared when I saw it was Clayton and with a gasp I jerked forward to go to him, happy tears brimming over my eyelashes. I managed two steps before a third vampire lunged between us and grabbed my arm; hard enough that I felt the bone of my wrist grind together under the pressure.
I screamed in pain and leaped back to the safety of Nicholas’ arms; cradling my arm and staring helplessly at my foster brother and my friend. With a growl, Nicholas shoved me back against the female vampire and lashed out with his fist. I saw a spray of ruby liquid fly from the vampire’s face as his nose was crushed. The vampire fell to the floor and some other vampires picked him up and carried him off to the side of the dance floor, their frocks and trousers getting splashed by the still free-flowing blood.
“Send her to us, Nicholas,” Dominique commanded. “We do not wish to spill any more blood tonight.”
“Any more than you did retrieving your hunter, you mean?” he scoffed. “He was in my care, a guest, not a prisoner. You could have waited until the exchange; but honor isn’t a value known to your kind, is it?”
“Honor?” Eldritch bellowed. He limped forward and slid his sword free of its cane/sheath. Dominique reached out to stop him and he shot her a withering look that made her step back. “Don’t think there’s any pity for witches who consort with demons, Borgia.” I quailed at his words, waiting for lightning to strike him for speaking out against her, but instead she pressed her lips together in a thin line and stood her ground without argument. I looked to David and Clayton for help to prevent Eldritch from starting a bloodbath; which, with the ratio of vampires to hunters, had only one possible outcome. Clayton’s face was calm and determined. I risked a smile at him; reaching out to him with my thoughts on the remote chance he could hear me tell him how glad I was to see him.
I felt him recoil at the touch of my mind and his eyes widened in fear before he looked away and wouldn’t meet my gaze again. I looked at David and he stared back with sick satisfaction at our friend’s physical recoil from me. There was no stalemate and there was no agreement. The entire ballroom was filled with violent anticipation, leaving a tang of fear and dread like ozone in the air.
I glanced back at the musicians, all slack-faced and unaware. Rachel was standing guard over them, as much from the vampires, I realized, as from overzealous hunters. I felt panic rearing its ugly head inside me and gathered all my strength, waiting for a blow from one side or the other. I knew I was an enemy to both now, but did not understand why.
Nicholas pressed me against the long, hard line of his body, and my panic began to subside. I looked at David and understood his hatred. I’d been taken against my will and had been lavished, in his mind, with honor and gifts. He’d followed Colette; the lure; out of sheer stupidity and lust. His broken bones were his reward.
“This isn’t my fault, David,” I said, my voice ringing out louder than I intended in the taut silence of the room. “You chose to follow the lure. You admitted to enjoying being her food. Your choices, your consequences.” He snarled and leaned forward, but Clay held him back. Clayton glanced at me in confusion, and I knew without a doubt that wasn’t the story David was telling.
“And what about you and your new master?” David demanded. “Whore.” He spat the insult at me, but I felt nothing but disinterest in his self-pity, and disgust that he’d chosen to manipulate me. Especially when I gladly gave him my loyalty; long before he decided to use me as his practice target.
“Better the vampire with a sense of honor, than the would-be hunter who thinks mind-raping girls for fun is a worthy pastime.” My voice broke and I shook with anger. At my glance, Clay automatically jerked away from David, as though he wanted to avoid any over spill of my rage.
“Enough.” Nicholas didn’t raise his voice, yet it rang out over the room and pressed down on the rising energy like a damper. “As you can see, you are surrounded. Since you have what you came for; I suggest you leave before the Venatores lamiae find themselves short several hunters.” I spun around and faced him.
“No,” I said softly. “Back away and let them go. I will stay as your hostage; but no more threats. Please.”
“Do you understand that they killed my people to collect him?”
I nodded.
“I do, and I understand that means I will be punished for them,” I glanced back at my friends and mentors; current and former. “These people are my family. I would do anything to keep them safe, just like you wo
uld for yours.” My whole body shook with fear and my stomach heaved, but I stood firm. “I accept the punishment for the murders these hunters committed. They were just trying to save us. We were foolish, and ignorant of the world, despite what we know.”
Domonique’s eyes widened, but she said nothing. David scoffed, and turned away. Professor Eldritch was the one who spoke up first.
“Do you have any idea what you’ve done, girl?” he muttered. He grabbed David by the shoulder and pushed him back toward the stairs.
“She’s his whore. He won’t hurt her.”
I didn’t bother to refute his evil words. I had fed from the master and he from me. The hunters wouldn’t care if it was to save me.
“I am no one’s whore, David. But, I am especially not yours.” I raised my voice so that the hunters on the stairs could hear me clearly. “I hope someone teaches my foster brother to control his mind-rape ability, before he crosses the wrong person and brings dishonor on you all.” I shrugged at the professor.
“You will die,” he said, softer, staring into my eyes as if to make me understand. He wasn’t angry. If anything; I noted; he was proud of me.
“But, I will die with honor,” I replied. I gathered the power that had attracted the attention of all the vampires— that hidden store that I felt deep inside me— and focused. “You should go, quickly.” My plan was to simply blast out all the energy I had in me and hope it cut down on the vampires they had to fight on the way out.
Instead, I saw a flash of light from the top of the staircase as Lady Borgia set off a flash grenade. Blinded, I dropped to my knees automatically; my body kicking into training mode from all the work and obstacle courses Simi had put me through. I felt a tap on my shoulder and shifted to the left, staying low. Vampires and hunters clashed at the base of the stairs and my voluminous skirts got in the way as I tried to help the hunters fight their way back toward the door.
I felt a hand on my shoulder and Professor Eldritch was there; Nicholas at his back. I tried to warn him, but Nicholas grabbed us both and suddenly I was at the top of the stairs with the professor standing next to me. Nicholas was ahead of us, in the doorway; as he motioned for us to follow him. I looked back, trying to find David, or Clay, or Simi, but they were too far to call to without attracting the attention of every vampire between us. Eldritch grabbed my good arm and shoved me ahead of him, and I shook my head.
“I can fight!” I hissed.
“I know you can. But, you have a power that needs to be protected. Go with him now. We’ll come find you. I promise,” he bellowed over the din of the fight. I finally obeyed, looking back only once to see my professor fighting a vampire with his sword.
Nicholas ducked to one side as more vampires and hunters battled in the grand foyer and led me through a labyrinthine set of corridors that took us deep underground. Together we ran faster and faster until I skidded to a stop, amazement on my face. He laughed and took my hand; turning another corner and stopping outside a forbidding steel door.
“Through this room, is your freedom. It is a back door of sorts.” He opened the door to a room lit only by torches hung on the walls to each side. There were doors at the far end and a single coffin in the middle, wrapped in heavy chains.
I walked closer to it and it began to shake. Ragged screams echoed from inside, making me jump back in alarm. I pulled Nicholas back into the hall we’d just come through.
“Vittorio?” I stammered, clutching Nicholas’ hand. He nodded and tugged me past it to a door on the other side. Through it was a short hall with a door at the other end.
“There is a path that will take you to the top of the hill.”
I shook out the heavy skirts. “Will I be able to run without you by my side, or should I leave this here?” I asked.
“It will fade, but for a few days, you are almost as fast as a vampire.” It explained why vampires seldom kept human servants. If the blood exchange gave the human so much more than it did the vampire; it could be detrimental to the community.
“Wait,” I asked, grabbing Nicholas’ hand and holding him tight as he turned to go back into the room with the horrifying vampire prison. “What are you going to do?” He ran his fingers over my cheek and slid his hand behind my head, fisting my hair as he pulled me to him.
“I’m going to get your hunters out of there. Go home, sweet, young Caroline. I will always find you and you will always know when I’m near.”
“I will know you, because of my power, just as I will know when Vittorio is freed from his cage,” I argued, selfishly stalling; even though my friends were fighting for their lives.
“Your psychic gift is now strong and will be stronger once you come back to me.” He kissed me then and the heat in my body leapt to a fever pitch as his fangs gently scraped over my tongue and lips. He managed not to pierce me. I was finally leaving, but all I wanted was more of that kiss.
“There’s a trick to kissing a vampire,” I whispered, stroking my finger over the cool skin of his hand before backing away.
“There are many things I look forward to teaching you, Caroline,” he said, his voice full of dark promises. “Take care, tiny hunter, that you come back to me in one piece.” I trembled and he ran his fingers down the low neckline of my dress, making my legs rubber. “Now, run Caroline, go.”
I walked through the little wooden door and when it closed behind me I couldn’t see anything suggesting an underground fortress lay behind it. I tried the latch and it was locked tight. It stung my hand with the energy from the spells that kept people from wandering in unannounced.
I left the underskirts next to the door in case Rachel ever came looking for them. I picked up the skirts of the rest of the dress and held it around my waist as I ran. The trees and bushes flew by me in the light reflected by the moon and I ran full out, my good arm holding my skirts, my injured one pressed against my chest. Even as I ran, I felt the pain lessening in my arm and soon I could hold it by my side with a fraction of the pain it had been in before.
The vampire blood would fade, Nicholas had said. As I wiggled the fingers on my right hand, I was grateful for it. He had sacrificed power to heal me and the thought warmed and thrilled me. I slowed my run and tried to sense vampires or hunters, but there was no one immediately near me.
I kept moving until Dominique reached out to me and when I sensed her presence, I slowed my run, trying to see everything around me. I then slowed more to a walk as I reached a paved road. I walked along the edge; drawing closer to Dominique’s power, until I saw a car ahead of me pulled over to the side. A door opened and in the light from the overhead dome, I saw Clay inside. I staggered towards it, suddenly overcome with emotion, and the realization that I was truly free and going home.
Clayton splinted my arm and made a sling out of fabric from my skirt, even though I explained that I was much better. I saw regret in his eyes and knew he was trying to make up for what had happened between us in the ballroom. Simi— that beautiful, brilliant woman I was afraid I’d never see again— wrapped me in a blanket and held me in her muscular arms all the way to the safe house in Burbank, California. I didn’t complain.
It was Clay who got me alone as I stepped out of the shower; dressed and towel-drying my hair. He called me over to him in a corner and handed me a tumbler of whiskey, which I took after checking to see if any of the adults were going to stop me.
“What happened back there?” I finally asked. I hadn’t spoken the whole ride, too afraid that I would find out that everyone else had died. But when I saw Eru Somayo guarding the door, and another hunter I didn’t recognize nodding us through to the suite I was sharing with Dominique and Simi, sheer relief almost made me cry.
“Nicholas showed us all why he is the master of the city,” he replied. “Both sides had injuries but no one on our side died. It was like being caught in a whirlwind. I never want to go through that again.”
“And David?”
“Eldritch thought it best to send him
somewhere else, with the other hunters. You’re too special to risk and he’s too angry to trust.” He paused, and touched my shoulder gently. “Are you going to be all right?” he asked, as I sniffed, then gingerly sipped the amber liquid that burned its way from my mouth to my stomach. I shrugged and nodded, then handed him back the glass. I jerked my thumb toward my bunk.
As I lay there, I heard them talking in low whispers about my mental health and psychic ability, and how much counseling I would need to recover from my ordeal. I stretched both arms above my head and smiled to myself, relishing my “vampire” abilities while I still had them. Soon, I would go back to being just Caroline, dorky kid in school who tripped over her own feet and was everyone’s first choice for “whose paper to cheat off”.
But now I had something no one else had, or could take away from me. I ran my fingers over my lips and called up the memory of his mouth on mine: the sweet, metallic tang of blood under the mints he devoured to appear less monstrous. I felt him in my head and knew he was close, watching over me, keeping me safe.
“You will come back to me, tiny hunter,” he reminded me and I watched a shadow pass over my window. I sighed, trying not to cry over the things I was sure I would now never learn. I rolled over and bunched up the pillow in my arms and with a start realized there was something under the pillow.
