Real Vampires Hate Their Thighs

by Gerry Bartlett

Page 37

 

  “Don’t know. Might have fried. ” I yawned. “Tired. Hope . . . don’t dream. ”

  I was running. Down a beach. The water was a beautiful turquoise, but the sand felt hard under my feet, and hot. Ouch! I had to keep running, though. Couldn’t rest because they were chasing me. The Campbells. They wore plaid and carried broadswords, old-fashioned cudgels and laptops. The laird screamed a battle cry, then threw a BlackBerry at me. It hit me between my shoulder blades. I staggered but didn’t go down. Had to keep running.

  “Traitor!” Mag suddenly appeared in front of me. She wore a beautiful gold dress and started posing for pictures. The paparazzi loved her and the flashes blinded me for a moment. Beside her, Mara, her breasts hanging out of a low-cut red dress, smirked at me. Mara’s dress looked just like mine except hers was a size zero, mine a six. I’d never get that skinny.

  Mag pointed at me. “Get away from here, bitch! Forget the red carpet. Israel Caine will take Mara to the ball. ”

  “Ball? It’s not a ball, old woman. You’ve been reading too many fairy tales. It’s the Grammys. Ray’s going to win an award. He’s up for best vocal by a duo. ” I dodged a printer, then caught a broadsword that missed me by inches. I used it to slash a G in the front of Mara’s dress.

  “My beautiful dress. You ruined it. You jealous commoner! No handsome man would ever want to be seen with you on his arm. ” Mara sobbed and Mag patted her back.

  “She’s right, you know. You could weigh ninety-eight pounds and you wouldn’t be thin enough for the tabloids, you chunky monkey. ” Mag screeched and ran, dragging Mara with her, when Ian MacDonald and his surfers scrambled out of the sand dunes and surrounded me. They faced off against the Campbells.

  “Send out the Campbell heir. ” Ian held me against him. “We have his woman. ”

  “Hah! That’s not my woman. My woman has curves! That one is all sticks and stones. ” Jerry tossed a monitor at my face and it burned my cheek. “Keep her, MacDonald. Both of you can walk into the sun. It’s what you deserve. Come on, Da. They’re not worth the trouble. ”

  “Jerry, wait!” I sat up. I held my hand to my throbbing cheek where I’d been hit.

  “Damn it, Glory, I’m sorry. I didn’t get to you soon enough. ” Valdez frowned down at me. “I never thought you’d get up again so soon. ”

  “I—I got up again?”

  “Afraid so. And I wasn’t there for you. Brittany was on her way out the door and threatening to tell Ray you stayed awake past sunrise. I followed her into the hall, trying to talk her out of spilling the beans because I knew you wouldn’t want him to know. ” Rafe sat next to me on the bed. “Just after I shut the door, I heard you scream. You’d walked into the living room and a ray of sunlight hit you. It burned your skin. ” He pulled my hand from my face. “Shit. Guess it’s true what they say about vampires. I don’t care what MacDonald claims—you guys can’t handle the sun. That video was bogus. ”

  I shuddered. If I’d made it all the way to the balcony . . .

  “How does it look?” I gingerly touched my face. There was a raised blister more than an inch long and it hurt like hell. “It feels horrible. Bring me Ian’s invention. I have to see. ”

  “It’ll heal, won’t it?” He reluctantly got up and brought me the webcam. He did have on jeans, old worn ones that hugged his butt. No shirt or shoes, but I guess the fewer clothes the better when you’re stuck in a dog body for hours on end.

  “I sure as hell hope so. ” I grabbed the “mirror” but Rafe put his hand over mine.

  “Don’t look yet. Let it heal first. You’ve got to try to sleep again. I won’t leave you for a minute this time. I’ll stay right here on the floor next to the bed. You’ll have to step on me to get out. ”

  “That’s not fair to you, Rafe. ” I teared up. This must be bad. “I’m looking anyway. I have to know. ” I turned on the device and peeked. Hideous. I had an ugly red streak down the left side of my face. Obviously the drapes had been open just an inch or two, but that had been enough to sear me. I probed the blistered skin carefully with a fingertip. How could I be seen on TV like this?

  “Does it hurt?” He stood and walked into the bathroom, returning with a tube from the basket of freebies there.

  “Like hell. I hope the TV show’s makeup artist is genius enough to cover this if I don’t heal in my sleep. ” I shuddered. “I’ve seen enough. ” I hit the off button and shut the webcam. “What’s that?”

  “Aloe. I figure if you’re reacting like a mortal these days, might as well try a mortal treatment. Smear some on and see if that takes the sting out. ” He held it out to me.

  “Thanks, Rafe. Will you do it for me?” I tried to think about the implications of what had just happened. I was staying awake during the day. Rafe thought Ian’s video had been a fake, but MacDonald had warned us that direct rays of sunlight were dangerous. We could only watch the day from safely inside somewhere. Or, like Ian, from under a cabana.

  Ray would love that. And now he’d get the scoop. Rafe was charming, but Brittany was bound to tell the man who signed her paychecks about my early-morning adventure. Well, why not? As long as Ray had guards to keep him from sleepwalking into a fiery death, he may as well try the daylight drug. But would it work like it should? My diet drug had proved to be unpredictable as hell.

  Now I was mad. I didn’t sign up for this. I was just supposed to lose some weight. Why was this other stuff happening?

  Maybe I should encourage Jerry and the Campbells to wipe Ian MacDonald and his weird supplements off the face of the earth. If Valdez hadn’t been here . . .

  I shuddered again and closed my eyes. Rafe’s fingers touched my skin as he gently rubbed the ointment on my face. I sighed and relaxed against my pillow.

  “Does that help?” His deep voice reminded me that he was still in human form. He sounded slightly different, more growly, when he took on his dog persona.

  “Yes, thanks. ” I opened my eyes and saw his concern. Funny how his warm brown eyes could be looking at me from the face of a dog or bat or whatever, yet I always saw the same intense loyalty and caring there. I reached for his hand and squeezed his strong fingers.

  “Listen, Rafe, don’t let this come between you and Brittany. She’s just doing her job. I know where her loyalty has to lie. ”

  “And she knows who I’m loyal to. Always. ” Rafe set the ointment on the bedside table. “Brit and I have different priorities. Our relationship amounts to nothing but some fun and games when we have the time, which is rarely. ” He shrugged, muscles rippling across his broad shoulders. “I let that relationship get in the way of my job and it almost cost you your life, Glory. Maybe you’d be better off with another bodyguard, someone who’s more focused, more professional. ”

  “I don’t want anyone else. ” I sat up and slipped my hand from his. “We’ve been through too much together. Besides, I don’t see how you can take any blame here. You had no idea I was going to get up. ”

  “Why not? You got up before. I knew that and should have been ready. ” He got up and paced restlessly around the room, shoving his hands into his pockets. Oops, shouldn’t have done that. Those jeans were barely hanging on. I forced myself to concentrate on what he was saying.

  “Instead I took advantage of Brit’s night off. Invited her to hang out. If she hadn’t been here with me, she wouldn’t have seen you sleepwalking. Now you’ll have to deal with Caine wanting to try MacDonald’s daylight drug. Clearly I need to focus on what’s important now. Brittany’s a distraction I can’t afford. ”

  “It doesn’t seem fair. You deserve a life too, you know. ” And I’m sure Brittany had been happy to hang out with this man who prowled around the room while I held my breath, hoping gravity would do a number on those worn jeans. Can you blame me?

  He had the same handsome good looks of the Latin pop star who’d stopped by the suite one night. Put a guitar in Rafe’
s hands and he could take over the South American market.

  I was pretty sure that when both guards knew their vampires truly slept like the undead, they shifted into whatever form they liked for their mutual satisfaction. The very thought made me sigh. I realized Rafe had stopped pacing and stared at me.

  “What?”

  “Sleepy yet?”

  “No. And I want you to quit beating yourself up over what happened tonight. You have a tough job, Rafe. I’m sure you’ll be glad when your contract is up and you can move on to something else. ” I smiled. “I’ll never be able to thank you enough for the five years you’ve given me. I hope you know our friendship goes way beyond this bodyguard thing. ”

  “Sure. It’s been fun. And scary and, well, not dull anyway. ” He grinned, his dimples showing as he stopped by my side of the bed again. “With you I’ve always felt like the straight man in one of those stoner films. Can’t wait to see what crazy thing you’ll get us into next, Glory. ”

  “Aw, come on, now. Surely I haven’t been that bad. ” I hit his hard thigh.

  “Not always. Lately you’ve been taking charge of your own life. Using your powers. Not letting guys like Blade or that boyfriend you had in Vegas take advantage of your good nature. High time, I’d say. ” He stared at me, not smiling. “You know what I mean?”

  “Yes. Guess I’m finally figuring out who I am. ” I’d wasted a lot of years pretending I was a mortal who happened to have fangs and a liquid diet when I had the potential to be so much more. And a lot of years clinging to some old Glory ways that included dependency issues. Still had some of those. Which was why Jerry thought he needed to provide guys like Rafe for my protection. Lucky for me if today was an example.

  Rafe stretched. “You need to sleep. And I wasn’t kidding about being right here on the floor. It’s no hardship for me. I’m used to it. I may even sleep myself knowing you can’t get loose and do yourself any more harm. ” He walked over to the door and turned the lock. “I’m locking you in. I’ll hear you if you somehow get off the foot of the bed or over Caine on the other side and try to make a break for it. ”