It took everything in him not to smile.
He’d been trying to maintain his cool-as-ice,
somewhat sober demeanor for quite awhile now, and the chinks in his chilly
armor were only visible if you were watching closely.
Which Kiana was.
There was something about him that intrigued her,
although she wasn’t sure what or why. It didn’t really matter. It wouldn’t do
for her to get involved with a human anyway. She’d heard enough horror stories
about that kind of thing to want any personal experience.
Not that she would have been able to satisfy her
curiosity. Bastien wouldn’t have allowed for it. He’d become more and more
demanding lately, needing something from her every second. Her sister hadn’t
been helping. She had been spending all her time backing him up and generally
being a nuisance. It wasn’t making Kia's life any easier.
She was dealing, however, despite their obvious
attempts to interfere. She wasn’t sure they weren’t trying to be helpful or if they
thought they were being that way. She had been overreacting just a little
lately. That might be the case now.
She was watching him without being too
obvious. After all, nothing was going to come out of this. She’d already
lectured herself about falling in love with a human. While it didn’t bother her
that someone else would do it, she knew better than to think that she could
handle it. She just wasn’t cut out for that kind of thing.
It didn’t stop a thrill from running through her
as she caught him sliding an interested gaze from his dark, thickly lashed
mahogany eyes. He was gorgeous. What girl wouldn’t be excited to catch his
notice?
She wanted to run her fingers through his dark
hair, to touch him. She suddenly had this odd feeling that she shouldn’t do
that. It popped into her head as she saw him draw himself up, seemingly come to
a decision, and then start in her direction.
Don’t let him touch you.
Stiffening, just a little shocked, she wondered
if maybe disregarding the second warning was a good idea. She didn’t think so.
Okay, no big deal. So she wouldn’t let him touch her. She could handle that,
couldn’t she? Yeah, he did seem to have a bit of a chip on his shoulder, but he
didn’t look all that alarming to her. There was something elusive in his eyes
that made her think of…
"Excuse me, do I know you?" His voice
startled her out of her reverie. It was as cold as he looked, almost chillingly
polite.
She shook her head, her long blond hair falling
around her like a silk curtain, reminding him of a waterfall. Especially the
way it spilled down over her shoulders in a silky blond mess. Something about
that hair made him want to touch it and see if it was as soft as it looked.
He knew he couldn’t let himself get close to
someone again. It had been too painful the last time, when Cassie had chosen
Adam over him. He fought the impulse to smile at her again, trying to keep his
mask in place.
He couldn’t do this.
The decision came abruptly. He nodded curtly to
her, then turned on his heel to walk away. To walk out of her life.
Her earlier resolution forgotten, she jumped
forward and laid her hand gently on the exposed skin of his forearm and asked
him simply, "Please wait."
At least, that’s how it was supposed to happen.
But when she laid her hand on his arm, her world melted away. Suddenly she was
five again and didn’t know how to swim. She was drowning in his mind. The shock
of it was almost too sudden for her to accept. All at once there were colors
and pictures crowding her, pulling at her. She saw him at ten, with his cousin…
What was her name?
Deb.
That was it. It was a beautiful picture, all full
of color and life and happiness. Except that he was outside of it. Hurt flowed
through her, the hurt of a ten-year-old boy who would not and could not join in,
even if it was his own decision.
As an older boy, being reprimanded for smoking a
cigarette on school grounds. He’d looked at the principal with his cold
mahogany eyes and the principal had backed away in fear. She could feel his
sadness at this response. He’d turned away, lighting a cigarette as he went,
practically throwing his crime in the principal’s face.
Ugh, she thought. What a nasty habit.
She heard him snort suddenly and realized that he
was in her mind as much as she was in his. Rearing back, she shoved at him
mentally. He refused to budge.
You started this. He said it quietly, without rancor. He wasn’t fighting it.
Instead, he was opening his mind to her willingly and inviting her in. Nothing
would scare her off better than seeing what he was.
She started to get angry. Get out! she
heard herself snap at him angrily. Oh, no, she thought, she sounded like a
shrew. He ignored her anyway, clinging tenaciously, forcing her to see him for
what he was.
Impatient, she flipped through the memories quickly,
wanting to get this over with and to be out of his mind. It was then that she
saw his memory of the girl. Not just any girl, but the girl that he had loved.
The girl that had been taken away from him by someone who was close to him,
someone in his… coven?
She took a deep breath and backed off. It was
possible, she supposed, and it made this a little bit easier for her. Just a
little. But it just wasn’t likely.
He laughed sardonically, his laughter filling her
head. Believe it, bella, he said, I’m a witch. Just like you see in
the fairy tales.
She could tell that he expected her to be scared
by this. She almost laughed. He was much nicer than the normal witches she
dealt with were. She let her amusement distract her from what he was saying.
It took a moment for his words to pierce through
her foggy brain so that she could hear him. It took her another moment to
understand them. And another to grasp the implications of what he said.
This human girl will never be able to cope. She’s
useless, like so many of them. The coven just doesn’t understand. He wasn’t speaking to her, didn’t mean for her to hear, but she
did. She got angry.
She pulled her hand away from his arm with a
jerk, as though she was removing it from something disgusting, something she
didn’t want to touch. As she yanked it back, an inhuman hiss rose from her
throat and her face twisted into an angry snarl. It made her even angrier that
the bond was still there, although she wasn’t touching him. The look of genuine
shock on his face didn’t stop her from letting her canines extend or from
snapping at his neck. It encouraged it.
Believe it, Nick, she mocked silently, for his ears alone. I’m a vampire. Just
like you see in the fairy tales.
"Except that I’m real," she bit out,
barely resisting the urge to really bite him, just to teach him a lesson. She’d
never wanted to do that to someone before in her life. The realization scared
her.
He was breathing heavily, like someone who had
just run the biggest race of his life. She ignored it, attributing it to the
shock and the fear. Her mouth hovered over the vein in his neck that throbbed
wildly with life. She allowed herself one little lick, just one little taste of
his skin. She couldn’t help herself. He really was too delicious.
"One day, you’ll understand, Nicky,"
she said snidely. He met her wide hazel eyes with his deep mahogany ones as she
looked at him in consideration. He was definitely not a toy she wanted to keep.
She turned, ignoring the fact that he almost fell
as she walked away from him. She disregarded the twinge of pity she felt and
the need to go back to him. Straightening her spine, she kept walking.
From behind her, she heard movement. It wasn’t
Nick moving. He was still sitting where he’d slid to the ground. It was someone
else. Her.
Cassie.
Her eyes widened gently in rage as she heard him
call his name. She couldn’t have him. She laughed at her reaction softly. Of
course, Cassie could have him. What would she do with him? He would be better
off his coven. She slipped nimbly behind a box before leaping up. She landed
gently on a nearby roof with barely a thud.
She paused a moment, thinking. She was lucky
she’d been in a deserted alley for that encounter. Although she didn’t follow
the laws of the Night World any longer, the price she would have had to pay for
telling a human was death. They didn’t need the panic her teeth and that hiss
would have caused either. Oh, yes, she’d been lucky.
She needed to get out of this pathetic little
town.
Chapter 1
He was standing silently at the edge of the group
that was crowded around Diana. She was showing them something she had found on
the beach earlier that week. It had them all excited. He couldn’t really say
that it was holding his attention.
Not that anything had been able to for the last
four months. Every time he got lost in thought, he remembered her. He
remembered the way her blond hair had fallen over his shoulders and the way it
had slid over his hand like raw silk. He remembered her angry hazel eyes and
her long spiky lashes. And the way he’d felt when she had touched him.
But most of all, he remembered her teeth.
He shuddered slightly without realizing it as he
pictured her in his mind. Long, curved, and pointed, those teeth were the birth
of every nightmare he’d ever had. They reminded him of every little sound that
made him want to crawl into his parents’ bed and hide. Except for the part
where he didn’t have parents.
That made his mouth twist slightly. Even the girl
who was a vampire had parents. They might be blood-sucking monsters, but they
were still there for her. He’d caught her last fleeting thought as she’d
slipped away. She was going to go home. And when she got there, she was going
to hide for a very long time.
Good, he thought in resentment. She’d done
something to him that he didn’t like. He wasn’t sure what it was, but he knew
it had been something. There wasn’t any other explanation for it. Why else
would he be thinking about her all the time? It was bad enough that it lasted
while he was awake. He wished she hadn’t made it so he dreamed about her as
well.
He shifted just a little, uncomfortable with the
thought of his last dream. He noticed Diana looking at him in concern, and sent
her a weak smile in return. He hoped that would satisfy her. He couldn’t manage
anything else at the moment.
It took him a few moments to realize that the
rest of the Circle was staring at him expectantly. He flushed. "I wasn’t
paying attention," he admitted. His voice was somewhat apologetic, but it
had lost none of its distance or its coldness.
Diana opened her mouth to reassure him, but Faye
jumped in cattily before she had a chance. With her golden eyes narrowed on him
in suspicion, he felt kind of like a lobster waiting to be chosen for dinner.
The memory of that he’d had lobster for dinner made him start to feel sick.
"What were you thinking about, Nick?"
she asked smoothly. "Tell us what it is that’s held your attention for
past few months."
He felt like squirming, but he refused to give
her the satisfaction. He ran a strong hand through his thick mahogany hair,
leaving it mussed in his hand’s wake. It made him look slightly boyish.
"It doesn’t matter," he replied, "because it's not something
that we’ll ever encounter again."
Faye shrugged, one smooth, elegant shoulder
rising carelessly. "Tell us anyway. I always did like a good story."
"I don’t want to talk about it," he
answered, annoyed. Why couldn’t Faye take a hint? He didn’t want to get into
the details. He didn’t want them to be exposed to the realization that the
nightmares really were out there.
She looked him straight in the face, then lowered
her eyes to examine her blood red nails. Cocking her head and not looking at
him, she murmured, "Because your soulmate enjoys her food a little
rare?"
Her strange gold eyes were triumphant, laughter
playing in their depths. They took in his shock, stealing it from him. He
almost couldn’t speak. His throat was stuck; his eyes were wide and hurt. He
didn’t know what to say.
She laughed throatily. "Admit it, Nick, your
one true love is a vampire. The rest of us get humans, but you… You get stuck
with a nice, lovely leech. It fits, doesn’t it?"
He tried to repress his anger. He really did.
After all, Faye didn’t know what she was talking about. "She’s not my soulmate,"
he finally managed. It was only after he heard himself speak that he realized
it wasn’t what he wanted to say.
She made little tsking sounds in her
throat. "Now, Nick, don’t deny it," she reprimanded mildly. "I
have my information from a very reliable source." Then she smiled
secretively. "A very reliable source."
"What are you talking about?" Diana
finally asked. She was obviously confused. It wasn’t every day that she heard
things like this.
It was Faye who answered her. With a wide smile,
she said, "I think it’s rather obvious, isn’t it? I did state it rather
clearly."
Diana shook her golden head slowly. "But,
Faye, there are no such thing as vampires." Her clear green eyes shone as
brightly as peridot, their depths unmuddled by confusion.
"There are." Faye’s voice was
apologetic. "Would you like to meet one?"
"No," Nick interrupted.
"Leave Diana alone." There was a warning in his voice that she
couldn’t have mistaken.
It didn’t stop her from ignoring it. Her red
tipped nails beckoned into the darkness, drawing forth a shadowed figure that
was remarkably… short.
He frowned. This is what had caused the
disturbance in him a few seconds ago? Oh, he really needed to get a grip on his
imagination. He didn’t look threatening, at least not to Nick. If anything, he
looked, well, normal. Normal haircut, normal clothes, even if they were all
black. All in all, pretty ordinary.
It was then that he saw his eyes. They were
darker than his own were, reminding him of the hematite that was Cassie’s
working stone. No, not the hematite. They were too deep and compelling to be
compared to that. They were dark chips of obsidian, set in a white and hard
face. He wanted to flinch beneath their gaze.
Faye smiled gaily, ignoring the tension that was
rising between them. Faye was good at ignoring the things she didn’t want to
deal with. Although he was almost sure that this time, she was ignoring it in
order to heighten that same tension. She wanted a fight. He wanted to know why.
Her smile never faltering, she brightly announced,
"This is Damon."
Damon stepped fully into the light. His attention
was directed at Nick. "Kiana has been having nightmares," he said
conversationally, going straight to the point. Like Faye, he was ignoring the
tension and the danger emanating from Nick. "From what I understand,
they’re rather unpleasant. There are lots of nasty things in them. And it’s
funny, but she seems to think they’re from you." The last words
were snarled and the only thing that held Damon back was Faye’s restraining
grip on his arm.
Nick’s eyes should have given him frostbite, they
were so cold. "I have nothing to do with Kiana’s dreams," he stated
flatly. He didn’t even flinch when Damon moved toward him threateningly.
"Listen," Damon hissed. "I don’t
care if they’re from you or not. Kiana needs you, and if she wants you, she’s
going to get you." His lips pulled back from his teeth, baring them for
the entire Circle to see.
They lengthened under their watchful eyes, some
gasping, while others simply stared in shock. Still others reasoned to
themselves that vampires had every right to be real. Witches were, weren’t
they?
Meanwhile, Nick backed carefully away. He knew
better than to stay close to an angry vampire. "I’m not Kiana’s property.
And I’m not going to her."
Damon laughed a soft, menacing laugh. "I’m
glad you think that you can stop me," he answered in amusement. "But
you see, what Kiana wants is more important than what you want, so you really
don’t have a choice."
"Why is what Kiana wants so important to
you?"
Damon hid the surprise that jumped into his black
eyes quickly, but not fast enough that Nick didn’t see it. His black lashes
swept down a fraction of a second too late.
"Be honest," Nick taunted. "If the
answer is good enough, I might come with you willingly."
The expression on Damon’s face melted into one
that was considering, as though he were thinking about those words. Then he
smiled. It was chilling. "It won’t matter, you know," he said softly.
"You’ll come whether you want to or not." He paused again. "But
I will tell you that Kiana is special. She is special not only for what she is,
but also for how she is."
"For what she is?" Diana questioned,
jumping into the conversation although the rest of her Circle was too afraid to
do the same. "She’s a vampire. That isn’t any different than what you are.
It doesn’t make her special."
Damon’s dark eyes narrowed on her. "She is
special, for more than one reason." He turned back to Nick. "Are you
coming willingly?"
He took a deep breath, hesitating. He knew he was
going to go. That wasn’t a question. But he wasn’t sure he was going to stay
for anything more than the introductions. He wasn’t sure he had a reason to go.
The pull that Kiana had on him was different from the pull that Adam and Cassie
had on each other. It wasn’t a silver cord; it was a raging inferno. A melee of
vibrant colors and sounds and confusion. It wasn’t soft or gentle or even the
knowledge of the other person’s soul. It was the calm before a storm and the
driving winds of a hurricane. It was the difference between a puppy and a rabid
wolf. It was the gentle dripping of rain and the horrid sound of metal scraping
against metal in a tragic accident. It was everything.
And that wasn’t what he’d been taught soul mates
were. Oh, he knew Kiana. He knew more about her than he should have. He would
have known her better if she had let him in, if she had let him see her and
what she was. Other than the vampire part, of course.
But she hadn’t.
She’d kept him at arm’s length, blocking the
warmth of her mind from his. He’d let her see his, but it hadn’t been the same.
Nick was the one who had lost on that deal.
He knew it, too.
Maybe he should go with the intention of staying
awhile. Maybe he should get to know this girl. He knew that it was dangerous.
He could see himself getting lost in her mind. But it would be worth it,
because… In the time that they’d been together, he’d had the oddest feeling. It
was the last thing that he would have ever expected, especially from a
stranger. But…
She had completed him.
She’d been the second half of him and he wasn’t
sure he wanted to give that up, at least not without experiencing it first. He
looked at Damon, his mind made up. Somewhat grimly, he committed himself.
"I’ll go."
Chapter 2
She was lost in thought, blocking Bastien out as
he lectured her. It was all the same thing anyway. She’d heard it numerous
times in the last month. In fact, she would bet that she could recite it in her
sleep. It always went the same way. He started the conversation with a
compliment—which was the first thing that always tipped her off. She just
wished…
She wished he understood. Understood like the boy
in the back alley had understood. But Bastien would never know her. He wouldn’t
make the time or the effort to do something like that. Anyway, he already
thought he did know her. She wondered when she would finally prove him wrong.
Bastien was still talking, but he knew that she
wasn’t listening. She never did. And then she wondered why she got into so much
trouble. Well, that was obvious. She didn’t listen.
Out of spite, he asked her, "Katze, are you
listening to me?"
She shook herself, forcing herself to pay
attention. "Why should I listen?" she asked resignedly. "I’ve heard
it all before. And I’ve heard all the ones like it. Please do me a favor,"
she petitioned him with just a hint of nastiness in her voice, "and try to
lecture me on something new. If you’re going to pick apart my every move, at
least try to be inventive."
He inclined his head nobly. "Then let’s move
on. Who is he, Kia?"
She was shocked into silence. "Who is
who?" she asked carefully, knowing better than to give anything away.
He smiled benevolently at her. "The boy who
has been occupying all of your thoughts for the last four months. The one that
you’ve been trying to hide from me. Rather unsuccessfully, I might add."
"I don’t know what you’re talking
about." She met his eyes squarely, an obstinate set to her jaw. She wasn’t
going to give up willingly.
"Don’t lie, Kiana," he chided gently.
"It doesn’t do anything for you, especially since I can see right through
you. Who is he?"
She caved. "He’s not a Night Worlder,"
she admitted reluctantly. "But he’s not human either. He’s a witch. I met
him in Massachusetts, when I was there looking for Hunter’s imposter."
His mouth was twisted unpleasantly and his eyes
bored into her. "You’re not turning into a damned Daybreaker, are
you?" he asked sharply. "Because I will make it my own personal duty
to kill every single one of them."
She shook her head vehemently. "There’s no
way I would join Circle Daybreak. I want to be on the winning side." She
managed to inject just the right amount of scorn into her voice to make herself
sound believable. At least, she hoped she did. Bastien would be true to his
word—and she didn’t want to see her friends dead.
She knew it had worked when he relaxed.
"Good. You’re a Redfern, Kiana, in spirit if not in blood. Although I’m
sure you have a little of that in you as well," he finished wryly.
A dull red flush covered her face. He was
referring to an incident that happened little more than a week ago at the Black
Iris Club. One of the more distant Redferns by the name of Trevan had been
bothering her and, being what she was, she’d bit him to prove her point. It had
been a show of dominance and not of hunger. He’d learned his lesson. Sebastien
had made sure of that after Kia had made her point. It hadn’t cost him any
effort at all—Trevan had been weak.
"It doesn’t matter," she sighed.
"I knew better than to think that I could have him. He’s a human and not
for me. But I couldn’t kill him either."
His heavily lashed eyes fell, hiding his thoughts
from her. She would learn, he thought. And he would kill this boy. But first,
he had to find out who he was. "It’s not always necessary to kill them,
even if they are vermin," he told her, hiding his true thoughts.
"What was this boy’s name?"
She reacted without thinking. It didn’t give her
time to stop and revel in the shock she was feeling. "No."
He was startled. "Why not? It’s not going to
hurt anything."
"Because," she answered grimly, "I
don’t want to think about him anymore. I just want to let this go. I want to go
back to how it was before. And that means I can’t share this with you."
He shrugged, hiding his anger. He would find out.
Eventually, somewhere, she would slip. Sebastien would be waiting for it.
"If that’s how you feel," he answered, hiding his anger.
She felt the tension leave her. He wasn’t going
to push it. Oh, thank you, Sebastien, she thought, smiling at him
warmly. "I do," she admitted, still smiling.
She rose from her seat on his bed, straightening
the solid blue cover as she did so. The smile had softened and all the love she
felt for him showed in her eyes. Sometimes she wanted to hurt him in the little
ways he hurt her. Sometimes she wanted to hug him and remember all the little
things they’d shared as children. And sometimes… Sometimes she just wanted to
be alone.
Now was one of those times. She hesitated where
she stood, uncertain whether it would be rude to walk out now. Unsure if she
wanted to loose this sort of peace that they’d formed.
His forest green eyes smiled at her, realizing
her dilemma. "You can go," he told her gently, amused. She smiled
gratefully at him. She knew that he understood.
She turned around and quickly left, not giving
him a chance to change his mind. He watched her go, his eyes darkening even
further. She might hate him when he killed this boy, but eventually she would
realize that it was better for them all. He knew that it would hurt her—that he
would hurt her—and it saddened him. He tried to protect his little sister as
much as he could. He hoped she understood when it happened that was what he was
doing. But there’d been something in her eyes….
It didn’t matter. He strengthened his resolve.
She didn’t need this human boy, not even the thought of him. So he would solve
that problem for her. It had always been that way.
But first he had to find out who he was. That was
the big problem, because he knew Kiana wasn’t talking. To any of them. His
circle of friends was greatly depleted now that most them had defected to that
damned Circle Daybreak. He didn’t see the appeal.
And he certainly didn’t believe in that soulmate
nonsense that everyone was talking about. It was ridiculous. They were fooling
themselves if they believed that they were linked to vermin. Hell, that was
like saying that he was linked to his dog. Absently, he reached down to give
the old girl a pat. She’d been so quiet when Kiana was there that he’d
forgotten about her.
He flung himself down on his bed, resting his
head on his folded arms. Who could he have help him? Quinn would have been the
obvious choice, but Quinn was gone now. That left… No, Ash was gone too.
"Damn," he swore viciously. "There’s no one left!"
What about… Blaise. She would help him.
And she was a witch, which would make it easier on him to find the boy. Yeah,
she was one of the damned Daybreakers, too, but he and Blaise went way back. He
didn’t have to explain why he wanted her help. That he did would be enough.
Besides, she owed him one.
Satisfied, he rolled over onto his back and
smirked at the ceiling. He’d win this one yet. Nothing could possibly go wrong
now. He glanced at the clock next to his bed, wondering if it was too late to
go over there and see her. Probably not. Blaise never had been one to turn in
early.
Grinning, he leaped off the bed and grabbed his
jacket. Now would be the perfect time. He could get it out of the way and stop
worrying about it. Cheered by this thought, he almost ran out of his room,
snagging his keys as he went. Good-bye, whoever you are, he thought. We’ve got
you now.
Kiana heard him leave. She wondered idly where he
was going, but didn’t worry about it. Bastien always went out to cause trouble
at the weirdest hours. He would probably come in at three or four in the
morning, reeking of human blood and cheap perfume. That’s how he was.
It was heartening that he hadn’t yelled at her
tonight. Maybe he was starting to come around. Excitement bubbled up inside of
her and she shifted in agitation. She might even be able to talk to him about
Circle Daybreak soon. He hadn’t yelled about her human friends in weeks and
then there was always this.
She’d been afraid to tell him, with good reason.
Bastien had always been the true Night Worlder, a stickler for the law and a
troublemaker for the humans. Ash, Quinn, and he had almost disgusted her with
some of the things they’d done. But always, no matter how she’d treated them,
they had treated her with respect. She couldn’t fault them for that.
And now especially, she was able to say that she
got along with them quite well.
They, in turn, could say that they had gotten the
biggest freak in the Night World to join Circle Daybreak.
It was because of her own fame that she wasn’t
permitted to stay with her circle. They had some misconception that she would
do more good there with her brother. They thought he’d tell her something that
would help them in their fight.
The only problem was, she wouldn’t let her
choices come between family. And so every time Bastien started to tell her
something she knew would put her in the position of having to choose, she
steered the discussion away from that topic. Not that it had been much of a
problem in the last few months, since all he seemed to want to talk about was
her distraction and the cause of it.
She guessed that she still hadn’t made the choice
between light and dark. But something inside her wouldn’t let her abandon
Bastien. He’d always been there for her, no matter what.
She needed to do the same for him.
It was some misguided sense of debt that really
kept her there. She was grateful to Sebastien and his long-dead parents for
taking her in when there had been no one else. She’d been little then, no more
than a baby. They had read about her in the papers one Sunday morning, during
that time when she’d been in the hospital. Something about the situation had
struck them as odd, and they’d come to visit. She’d been there, in the
incubator, trying to suck up as much nourishment was possible from the IV that
fed into her little arm. The IV hadn’t worked. Nothing had.
They’d stood over her tiny body, watching her
waste away from malnutrition in front of them. And then, when the nurse had
come in to change her diaper, they’d all watched as baby Kia bit her.
Oh, she’d been an oddity, all right. The tiny
baby with the taste for blood.
The only lamia ever to be born to two human
parents.
Chapter 3
Damon and Bastien faced each other warily,
uncertain how to deal with each other. Damon had managed to keep his defection
to Circle Daybreak a secret, but he and Bastien had never liked each other much
to begin with. They both had too much at stake with Kiana to be friends with
each other. Baby Kia’s affection hadn’t been something that was easy to win. In
fact, a person was lucky if they had been allowed within ten feet of the little
monster that she’d been.
Damon had been enchanted from the first moment he’d
seen her. She had smiled up at him, her wide hazel eyes filled with wonder
and—knowing. The intelligence, the knowledge that he’d seen in her eyes had
surprised even him. Especially since he’d been able to recognize it. Kiana
hadn’t been a normal baby.
He’d been her constant companion ever since. He
had picked her up when she’d fallen; he had dried her tears when she cried.
Almost every memory he had of the past few centuries were interlaced with the
essence of Kia.
He was everything to her, past and present. He
had remained her companion, her playmate, and her mentor. The only thing he
hadn’t been was her soulmate. It annoyed him to no end that the soulmate she
did have refused to have anything to do with her.
Well, everything except what he’d been forced to
do. Right now he was residing with the members of Circle Daybreak. Damon didn’t
know if he’d realized that not everyone in the circle was human yet. He’d find
out soon enough.
Presently, however, Nicholas was not his main
concern. Bastien was. And Sebastien Harman was quite a concern. A mixture of
vampire and witch, with devastatingly good looks, he was a force to be reckoned
with, and that was only if Damon didn’t factor in his cunning and
intelligence.
Damon wasn’t stupid enough to do that.
He smiled lazily at Sebastien, ignoring the
tension that radiated from him. "Kiana can take care of herself. Why even
waste the effort? So she found a soulmate. I don’t see the problem."
"He’s human," Sebastien answered
flatly, as if that explained it all.
Damon shrugged one shoulder neligently, allowing
his upper lip to curl in just enough disgust to seem believable. "Then
he’ll die soon anyway."
Sebastien’s eyes were cold. "I’m not willing
to wait."
"What do you want me to do about it?"
Damon asked unsympathetically, hiding his surprise too quickly for the other to
catch it. He smothered a yawn.
It was clear to Sebastien that Damon thought he
was wasting both of their time. If possible, his eyes got even colder. Their
deep green depths swirled with cold chips of ice.
Frostbite, Damon thought immediately. I am
definitely getting frostbite. Of course, he knew better than to think that
Bastien could do anything to him. He was too powerful for him to even try…
Although he sometimes wondered if he realized that. He doubted it.
He let a small smile curve his mouth slowly, as
if in realization. "You want me to find out who he is, don’t you?" He
watched as Bastien’s face became even more uncomfortable and wary. "Tsk,
tsk, tsk… What would Kia do if she knew you were asking me to betray her
trust?"
"She’s not going to find out, so it doesn’t
matter, does it?" he replied silkily. He considered Damon for a minute,
then moved around to the back of his desk, where he pulled out a small book. It
took Damon a minute to realize what it was. Oh, my God, I don’t believe this,
he thought, wanting to burst into laughter.
He managed to control himself as Bastien looked
up, still unamused. "I’m willing to pay whatever your asking price is for
this. Kiana will never know. I don’t trust you not to talk." He paused,
his pen poised over the checkbook, then continued, "But know this: if she
ever does find out, your life will be fair game."
Damon didn’t think it would be polite to remind
him how hard that threat would be to carry out.
He drew himself up languidly, every movement
belying his aristocratic heritage. Something like amusement played over his
features. "I’ll think about it," he answered insolently. "And if
I decide to do it, I’ll let you know."
Anger flashed over Bastien’s face and he had to
keep himself from lashing out. It wouldn’t do to incur the wrath of possible
allies. Not when they were allies that he needed. He had to at least pretend
that Damon hadn’t really angered him. His plans depended on it.
Damon hid his smirk. As if he would really betray
Kiana… As if. But then, Sebastien couldn’t know that. Everything he’d seen or
heard of Damon had smacked of disloyalty. Damon rather liked it that way.
People trusted him because they had to do so, not because they wanted to. It gave
him an edge that he wouldn’t have had otherwise. Yeah, his age helped, but
really it was the uncertainty—the fear—that everyone felt when they were forced
to deal with him.
He wondered what they’d do if they really knew.
Kiana was his one true weakness. If anything happened to her… He smothered that
thought quickly. Nothing would happen to her. He would make sure of that, the
same way he always had.
And besides, Kiana was invincible. He still
remembered the fear he’d felt the first time that she’d been hurt by wood. The
funny thing was, it hadn’t done anything to her. It had taken him awhile, not
to mention a lot of shock, before he realized that she was human. Of course
wood wouldn’t hurt her. He’d wondered then if she could be killed the way that
normal humans could. He’d been afraid for her; it would have made her too
vulnerable. He’d forgotten that she was a vampire.
Either way, he figured she was pretty much set.
He also wondered what exactly she was. She didn’t really fit into any of the
categories. Not witch, not shapeshifter, not vampire… So what did that make
her?
She’d said it herself numerous times. It made her
a freak.
Whatever she was, he was glad. He didn’t worry
about her nearly as much as he would have if she had been pure vampire. Or, God
forbid, pure human. He shuddered at the thought. She would have wreaked havoc
in the human world had she grown up among those that belonged to it.
He turned back to Sebastien, who had finally
gotten himself under control. He should have walked out while Bastien was too
shocked to do anything about it. It was a damned shame he didn’t think of these
things sooner.
"I’ll be in touch," he said finally as
Damon walked out the door. He didn’t even look back. He simply kept walking.
Kia, he
called, searching for her as soon as he was out of her brother’s house. I
need a shower, cara mia. Your brother positively reeks ill will.
He wasn’t sure how he’d known that she was
nearby, but something had told him that from the minute he entered the area. A
mental giggle filled his head as she laughed in pure delight.
He’s not all that bad, she answered sweetly. And neither are you. Unfortunately,
you’re both too pigheaded to realize that about each other.
A small smile softened his beautifully sculpted
mouth. Trust Kiana to lace a compliment with an insult, or vice versa. But
then, that was part of what he loved about her.
Where are you?
Nearby,
she answered ambiguously. She knew it would drive him crazy. She was in one of
her reckless moods. He could tell that already. Perfect. Now would be a
smashing good time to drive her over to Thierry’s mansion. He wouldn’t miss
this for the world.
Wonderful, he
responded sarcastically. I have an idea. Why don’t you meet me by the
Ferrari? We’ll drive over to the mansion and visit with all the poor, deluded
individuals that really think they can save the world.
He could feel her indignation at that statement.
The sudden silence made it even more obvious. Finally. It would do her good to
get some of her own back. Besides, it was fun to rile her every once in awhile.
He covered the distance to his car quickly. She
was already inside, idly examining his compact disc selection. Knowing her, she
would find it wanting. He just hoped she could refrain from commenting, because
he would refuse to change the music out of spite. The argument was long
standing.
"Why are we going to the mansion?" she
asked, with only a hint of true curiosity in her voice. It wasn’t abnormal for
them to go; she was simply surprised that he had suggested it so quickly. They
usually drove aimlessly for a few hours before deciding to head in that
direction.
Damon shrugged casually as he pulled the car out
of the parking space. "I have some things I need to give to Thierry. Might
as well get it out of the way."
She nodded absently. That made sense. Why waste
time on things like that when they could be doing something fun? She was in the
mood for something exciting. Maybe they’d do something different tonight… It
was her off night. No stalking for her. It gave her a curiously free feeling in
the pit of her stomach. Something, some premonition, was building inside of
her.
Something was about to happen.
Damon caught that, as fleeting as it was. If you
only knew, Kiana. If you only knew…
He realized that she was probably going to hate
him for what he’d done. As much as she needed her soulmate, she didn’t want him.
But… She’d hate him more if he did what her brother wanted him to do. He’d lied
to Sebastien when he’d told him that he’d think about it. Bitterness rose in
the pit of his stomach. It disturbed him that he would do this to Kiana, even
if he did think it was for her own benefit.
They drove the rest of the way in silence. Kiana
had turned up the music almost as loud as it could go and she was singing along
to the music. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was off-key.
They came up on the mansion quickly. Maybe it
just seemed like it hadn’t taken that long. It didn’t really matter. They were
here. He could feel his body tensing, bracing itself. He forced himself to
relax.
But he couldn’t quite forget how vicious she
could get when she was angry.
"Well," he said with forced
cheerfulness, plastering his normal, annoying expression on his face,
"let’s go."
She slipped her arm around his waist as he
slammed the door shut. They walked quietly up the steps of the house. The
feeling inside her grew to an almost deafening roar until her head started to
spin. He stopped then, looking at her in concern.
"Kiana, are you okay?"
She mentally pushed herself past the buzzing
noise. "I’m fine," she answered. She only wished felt as calm as she
sounded. What was wrong with her today? She was in a placed that she loved.
There was no danger here. Definitely not a basis for the premonitions she was
feeling.
He suddenly wished he could warn her, but it was
too late. She had already rung the doorbell. The door was already swinging
open. The look of shock that crossed over her face caused him to move closer to
her, rousing his protective instincts. But it was too late for that.
"What are you doing here?"
He looked at her coolly, with obvious resentment.
"I think I should be asking you that, since you’re the reason I’m
here."
She shut her eyes quickly as she gathered her
strength around her like a shield. Damon and Nick both felt her closeting
herself away from them, then she turned to Damon with vengeance written in her
eyes. "What is he doing here?"
"You needed him," he answered simply,
one elegant shoulder lifting in a shrug.
She backed away, shaking her head in denial the
entire time. "No, you were wrong. I don’t need him. You need to get him away."
Nick bristled with indignation, but Damon heard
the fear in her voice. So that’s what this was all about. He’d wondered. He
quieted Nick by laying his hand heavily on one of his shoulders. Just shut up
for two seconds, he thought, and we’ll have this all worked out.
"Sebastien’s not going to get him," he
told her gently. He brushed a strand of silky blond hair out of her wild eyes.
"He doesn’t even know who he is."
"He’ll find out." Her voice was full of
dead certainty. He desperately wanted to make the panic recede from her eyes,
to gather her in his arms and comfort her like he always had in the past.
Unfortunately, he also knew that it was no longer his place.
He was almost shocked when Nick pushed past him
and gathered her in his arms. "Don’t cry, Kiana," he soothed,
stroking her golden hair lightly. Then, just a bit more desperately, tightening
his arms around her, he said, "Don’t do this to me. I can feel your
pain."
Damon withdrew slightly, feeling excluded from
the scene before him. He knew it was unintentional; she would never do that to
him. Nonetheless, he was uncomfortable with intruding on them like this.
Quietly, he slipped away, knowing that they would be safe within the confines
of Thierry’s property.
"Kiana," he said again, trying to tip
her face towards him. She pulled away in resistance, tears running unheeded
down her cheeks. Suddenly feeling reckless, wanting to snap her out of whatever
state she’d fallen into, he bent down and sealed her mouth with his.
It was a chaste kiss, but full of so much emotion
that the passion behind it couldn’t be ignored. She made a sound deep in her
throat and surrendered. And suddenly, it was no longer just her. He was there
with her, holding her hand and smiling at her, drawing her into his arms. Their
mouths stilled, rested, hovered. Not moving, maybe touching, but more than
anything else, simply feeling.
It didn’t matter anyway. She was drawn deep into
his mind for the second time. She was in his memories and in his thoughts.
Everything was there before her.
But, it’s so dark
in here, she whispered. How do you live? Where’s the sunshine? Where’s
your happiness??
Here. It
felt almost like a physical sensation, like he was taking her hand and guiding
her through the darkness. A great golden light spread out in front of her. She
felt safe and secure in its warmth. And besides, it was pretty. But what was
it?
You, he
answered, accidentally hearing her thoughts.
Me?
She was confused. What was he talking about? She wanted to know what the golden
light was. She wanted to know what had made him so happy. She hadn’t seen it
the last time she’d been inside and it bothered her. How could she possibly
have missed this?
It’s you, he
repeated quietly as they got closer. And that was when she saw herself as he
saw her. As someone too perfect to be real. As someone that he could never be
good enough for.
And, of course, as someone who would outlive him
by thousands of years.
The second picture she’d seen was the one that
really mattered. The golden light dulled it enough that it was easily missed.
How lucky for her that she hadn’t.
It was exactly as she’d been that day in the back
alley, with her fangs extended and anger flashing in her eyes. She’d looked
beautiful to him; she knew that. But not even that fact could distract her from
the film of disgust that overlaid it all. He simply couldn’t accept what she
was.
She flinched and pushed herself out of his arms,
tearing her mouth away from his. "I knew this would happen!" she said
viciously. She wiped the back of her hand across her mouth in disgust.
He looked only mildly surprised. It made her even
angrier.
Holding herself rigidly, she stated, "I will
never change. I will always be a bloodsucking monster. I’m not the
pretty golden picture you have painted in your thick head of me. I will
NEVER be like that."
She started to walk away, but paused at the top
of the stairs, turning back to face him proudly. "More importantly, Nicky,
I don’t want to be."
With that said, she turned and walked away.
For the second time, he watched her go, full of
confusion and pain. He was just trying to help. She didn’t have to get
so offended. And as he watched her, he learned what it was to be afraid. He was
full of fear. He was afraid of her and he was afraid of what she would do. But
above all that…
He was afraid for her.
He sighed. There wasn’t much he could do about it
anyway. She was a vampire! He wouldn’t be surprised if she attacked him the
first time they were alone together. He shivered remembering the scene in the
back alley and those wicked looking fangs. He’d be lucky if she didn’t bite him
the first chance she got.
It didn’t occur to him that she’d had plenty of
chances already.
He jumped when Kestrel placed a hand on his
shoulder, startling him. He hadn’t even heard her coming. It always disturbed
him when they did that—walked up on him so quietly that he couldn’t tell they
were there. It wasn’t normal.
"Where did Kiana go to?" she asked
casually, squeezing the muscles in his neck lightly. From anyone else, the
touch would have been comforting. Coming from her, it made him feel like prey.
"She left," he answered shortly, moving
away. It was none of her business. What was going on between them was for them
to deal with. He didn’t appreciate the interference.
He shifted uncomfortably. She was staring at the
vein pulsing in his neck, fascinated. He wasn't sure why she was doing that. He
wondered what this place that they'd brought him to was, what kind of people
were here. As of yet, he hadn't seen anything out of the ordinary. No one who
had reminded him of Kiana. But this girl Kestrel was starting to make him
wonder. At least Kiana never made him feel like he was food when she looked at
him. She smiled suddenly, the expression disappearing. Maybe he'd just imagined
it. Kiana had had an adverse effect on him.
"I have someone I'd like you to meet,"
she explained. "She's heard about you, about how you're little Kiana's
soulmate. She really wants to meet you."
"What's her name?" he asked carefully.
He didn't trust these people at all. Her smile deepened, the predatory edge
returning. "Why, it's Blaise."
Part 5—Chapter 4
Kiana hummed softly to herself as she idly
flipped through the hangers in her closet. What to wear? She sighed, realizing
that she wasn’t going to find anything new on her second time through. She
turned away. She was back to her patrolling duties, which meant yet another
trip to the Black Iris. And tonight, for some reason, she wanted something
special.
I wonder if Blaise has anything I can borrow, she
thought to herself. Blaise’s clothes were appropriately… slutty. She was in a
mood tonight, and she wasn’t sure that she liked it. It definitely didn’t mean
good things for whoever happened to be on the streets. Oh, well. She shrugged.
At least she knew she’d be in top form. That always helped.
She didn’t want to have to hurt anyone tonight,
but if she had to kill anyone, she wanted it to be a mahogany-eyed witch. Not
that she thought she’d be able to actually do it. She knew better than
that. Still, it would be extremely satisfying. And, of course, she’d have more
of a reason to hate herself later when he was gone.
She knew she probably shouldn’t have pushed him
like that earlier, but really! She was a vampire. If he couldn’t deal with
that, then it was his problem.
And hers, a
voice in the back of her mind said. Her nose wrinkled in distaste. It was
her problem. Maybe that was why it was so hard to accept his rejection. It
wasn’t like she could change anything! What did he want her to do? She wasn’t
going to have him for breakfast one morning, so she couldn’t understand why he
was worried. The blood bank was very nice about donating. It helped that she
tipped well.
Her wide hazel eyes scanned over the room,
finally coming to rest on the clock. Another hour and it would be dark. Another
hour before she had to go to work. Her hand itched to pick up the phone and
call him. She almost laughed aloud; she wouldn’t talk to him anyway. It was
much more likely that she’d call and hang up like the boy crazy child she’d
been. Oh, but to hear the sound of his voice….
And then freeze to death, she silently added.
Those eyes of his were so cold. As deep and compelling as his mind, but with so
much less feeling. At least she could tell that he had feelings when she
was in his mind. Simply looking at him, she sometimes wondered.
He seemed so passionless on the outside…
And to him, she was a great golden light. That
description almost made her laugh. Maybe if she kept at him, she could melt all
those icicles in his mind. Her smile suddenly faded.
Not to mention the one in his heart.
Her gaze skated over to the clock again, then out
the window. She needed to get ready. Thinking about the long, lonely night
ahead of her, she brought out a lethal looking wooden stake, which would fit
nicely into the knee-high black boots she’d just decided she would wear. If she
was going to get bloody, she might as well look chic while she did it.
A soft knock sounded on her door just as it swung
inward. "Kiana, would you mind having some company on patrol
tonight?"
Kiana blinked in surprise. Gillian stood in her
doorway, her tiny frame almost dwarfed by the door. Gillian wanted to go
with her? Kia was touched. "I don’t know if I’d be great company
tonight," she admitted. "I’m not in the best mood."
Gillian hesitated. "Well, actually, I’m not
the one who wants to go." She brushed her silky blond hair out of her
vividly violet eyes with a graceful swipe of her hand. Her motion allowed Kiana
to see the empathy in her eyes.
"Who is it, then?" she asked, suddenly
wary. That look, especially in Gillian’s eyes, was never good.
Gillian abruptly stood up straight. She slipped
out the door quietly, saying, "He said his name is Nick."
Kiana’s breath caught in her throat. Maybe he was
stronger than she’d thought. If he’d come here after yesterday’s nastiness…
Maybe they did have a chance. Of course, she hadn’t talked to him yet, so she
could be jumping to conclusions. She hoped that wasn’t the case. Anticipation
or apprehension built inside her. Maybe it was both.
Steeling herself, trying not to run out the door,
she walked out of the room at a sedate pace. Her heart was jumping wildly in
her throat; she could hear it pounding in her temples. Oh, my God, she thought.
If I don’t calm down, I’m going to pass out.
The short trip down the steps seemed to take four
times as long as usual and the hallway stretched before her like miles. She
hoped that it wouldn’t always be like this. Her eyes searched for him, just
waiting for the first glimpse.
It was like a blow to the head. Her senses
reeled. She drank in the sight of him. He was facing her, but he didn’t seem to
see her. His tall frame was slouched casually against the wall, but there was a
tenseness in his muscles that she could see even from where she was. It made
her want to… No, she couldn’t think about that.
Just focus on getting out of this with your heart
intact, she reprimanded herself.
She must have made some noise then—a noise loud
enough for a human to hear—because he looked up at her, startled. His deep
mahogany eyes bored into her, searching, but never revealing what was hidden in
their depths. "What do you want?" she asked. She suddenly remembered
that she hadn’t meant to be quite so cold.
He straightened up, his expression never
changing. "I want to go with you," he answered quietly. She hated the
fact that his voice was so emotionless. She didn’t know what was going through
his head.
"I don’t think so," she answered
smoothly. "I don’t need to spend my time protecting you tonight, as well
as myself and anyone else who is in danger."
If he had gotten angry, if he had tried to
convince her, she would have said no. But she wasn’t prepared when he looked at
her, saying simply, "Please."
Her defenses crumbled. That one word would always
be her downfall. He said it so simply, so sincerely that she couldn’t say no.
She shrugged half-heartedly, obviously wanting to refuse but not willing to do
so.
He didn’t smile at her; he couldn’t. Her response
was too grudging. But at least he’d convinced her to take him with her. That
was a start, wasn’t it? He certainly hoped so. He was fully aware of the fact
that he’d screwed up. He didn’t know how to fix it.
Maybe this would help. He wanted to reach out and
take her hand, but something told him that she wasn’t ready for that yet. He
was so confused about her, about the whole situation. On one hand, he didn’t
trust her. He didn’t even like her. On the other… She was like air. He needed
her to live.
"Where are we going?" he asked
casually, as though he hadn’t just realized how addicted he was to her.
Her gaze raked over him contemptuously. She was
ignoring the compelling depths of his dark eyes and the lean attractiveness of
his chiseled face. "The Black Iris," she answered. "You’ll need
to find something else to wear. They won’t even let you in wearing that."
He flushed. He’d been so concerned with coming to
see her that he’d forgotten to change. He’d been working on his car earlier, so
he was pretty greasy. He absently rubbed at one of the spots on his clothes.
"It’s relaxing," he mumbled.
She rolled her eyes and turned away.
"Ash!"
There was a deep grumble from inside the room
beside them. "What?!" he snapped sleepily. He appeared a few seconds
later, rubbing his ever-changing eyes and trying to calm his impossibly tousled
hair. He stretched like a lean cat awakening from its nap, his spine uncurling.
Stifling the urge to pet him, Kiana answered,
"Do you have clothes that Nick can borrow?"
He gave his eyes one last resentful rub, then
eyed him carefully. "Let me guess. You went to the zoo and they tried to
put him in with the grease monkeys. No, that’s not it. Let me think…"
"Ash," she warned, moving toward
Nick protectively.
Ash put up his hands in surrender. "Okay,
okay. Come on, I’m sure we can find something."
She rolled her eyes and followed him, dragging
Nick with her.
"You’ll fit right in," she insisted,
brushing at some lint on his shoulder. "Trust me."
He didn’t look convinced. "Those are the
words that always get me into trouble," he answered. He didn’t even flinch
when she sent him an awful look.
"We’ll be lucky if they even let you
in," she muttered. "You’re not a Nightworlder, even if you are a
witch. That counts as human to them. I can’t even claim that you’re a Harman,
because you’re not."
"I have to be related to them somehow, don’t
I? I thought all witches were descended from Hellewise."
She sent him a wry look. "Believe me, that
doesn’t matter in the least. Your name is almost more important than who you’re
descended from at this club." She sighed and pushed her heavy golden hair
off her neck. "But if you’re with me and I approve you, they should let
you in."
He looked interested by that. "Are you that
important?" he asked. "That they’ll trust you to bring in who you
want?"
He let his gaze wander over the room, dressed in
its soft gold and rose. The last fading rays of light shone clearly through the
gauzy curtains, bathing her face in gentle rose. Her gold hair had a slightly
burnished look in this light and her eyes were shadowed. It took him a moment
to realize that she hadn’t answered.
She was staring into space sadly. After what
seemed like an eternity, she shifted around to face him. Her eyes were urgent.
"You shouldn’t come with me tonight, Nick. I know you want to, but… I
didn’t even think when I said yes. Bastien might be there."
This didn’t disturb him in the least. "Who’s
Bastien?"
She waited so long to answer that he was prepared
for some big revelation. He almost laughed when she replied, "My
brother."
She saw the look on his face. "It’s not
funny," she insisted. "You don’t know Bastien. He didn’t protest that
I’d found my soulmate, which in and of itself is strange, because he doesn’t
believe in soulmates. But if he knew you were here… I don’t know what he would
do."
"He’s your brother," he answered,
stroking her hair softly. "He wouldn’t hurt you, would he?"
She laughed bitterly. "Would he hurt
me?" she repeated. "Well, that all depends. Is he being the big
brother this time or the big, evil Nightworld law enforcer? Oh, wait, I guess
it doesn’t matter. Either way, he would think it was for the best. Yes, my
feelings would be hurt, but I’d get over it. It might take me a few millennia,
but I would eventually be okay."
She wanted to laugh at the nonplussed expression
on his face, but she couldn’t do it. He was so innocent still, at least
compared to the way she’d been brought up. It all came back to the same
thing—he didn’t understand.
"Sebastien Harman is not someone you want to
deal with," Damon said lazily from the doorway. He casually walked through
the door to Kia’s desk, idly picking up a pencil and tracing the heart line on
his hand.
Nicholas was bothered by the familiarity of his
actions. He clearly felt comfortable enough that he could walk into her room
uninvited. He could feel jealousy surging up.
"Don’t," Damon said, amused. He dropped
the pencil and sat down. "I have known Kiana for too long to be bothered
with formalities. Think of me as a brother, if you will."
She felt tired suddenly, not to mention totally
unprepared to deal with any of this. "What do you want, Damon?"
"I have only your best interests at heart,
cara mia. You don’t want him to go. I agree. It wouldn’t be in anyone’s best
interest. First of all, it would ruin your cover. You know as well as I do how
Bastien feels about Daybreakers. Second, you can’t take the chance that your
dearest brother is there. He fully intends to have Nicholas killed. Why give
him the opportunity? And third, I know for a fact that Kendal will be there.
She’s met all of the witches from Cape Cod. You know she won’t think twice
before exposing him. She’s still too attached to Sebastien to do otherwise.
Take him with you tomorrow, when you’re doing something less dangerous. When
there’s less of a chance you will run into someone you know," he
suggested.
"You don’t want to lose him any more than I
want you to," he finished softly.
She simply groaned. "Why didn’t you tell me
that she was going to be there? I would never have offered to do this area in
the first place."
"Who is Kendal?" Nick asked quietly. He
slid his hand across the bed, entwining his fingers with hers.
Damon didn’t miss the intimacy of the gesture or
the reasons behind it. "Kendalynn Harman," he answered grimly.
"The bane of Kiana’s existence. Vampire extraordinaire, witch to the
fullest. She will do anything Sebastien tells her and I have it on the highest
authority that she knows you are wanted by him, dead or alive. Preferably
dead."
"My sister," she added miserably. Her
little sister, born a year after Kiana to Sebastien’s long dead parents. She
never had liked Kia much, even from the time she’d been little. From the moment
she’d learned the word "vermin," she’d never called her anything else.
"I want to go with you tonight,"
he said stubbornly.
"No." Damon shook his head.
"Any other time but tonight."
"I’m going," Nick repeated coldly.
Kiana was torn. If she let him go, she risked
losing him. But she’d promised, and she never went back on her word. What was
she going to do? She could stop him… Or she could stop Damon. Either way, she
lost.
"Damon, please take him back to Thierry’s
mansion."
Part 6-Chapter 5
"It’s never been like this! I’ve
never been like this!" Nick raged, pacing back and forth in his borrowed
room. "Why should I even care if she gets hurt? I’ve never felt closer to
someone in my life and I hate it!"
He whirled to face Damon, who had dragged him
back to Thierry’s mansion as Kiana had asked. "I don’t want to be
her soulmate," he added, just to make sure Damon understood him.
Damon sighed. "You say that like you have a
choice," he answered tiredly. "Just as you thought you had a choice
in coming here or staying in Massachusetts. I hate to break it to you, but this
is out of your hands."
Nick glared sullenly at him, his arms folded
across his chest. "I have never been like this," he repeated.
Damon smiled thinly. "Yes, I know. Faye told
me a lot when she found out you were the reason I was there. What did she say
again? Oh, yes. I believe the words ‘iguana,’ ‘snake,’ and ‘emotionless’ were
used quite a few times."
He dropped into a chair, his proud, handsome face
no less sullen than it had been moments ago. "Faye was always one to
talk," he muttered. He brushed a lock of dark hair off his forehead.
The smile faded from Damon’s face slowly.
"Faye was worried about you," he replied succinctly, "although
she’s much too catty to show it." Then he smiled again. "I think she
would be more worried about you if she were to see you with Kiana. She might
start believing that you’re human."
He opened his mouth, starting to reply that he was
human, then shut it abruptly. Damon had a point. Sometimes he didn’t act like
he was, didn’t show any emotion at all. It wasn’t surprising that Kiana
sometimes wondered about him, not to mention his Circle.
"I don’t want her," he repeated
stubbornly. It was starting to become his mantra. He stared out his open window
into the dark night. Dark like obsidian or soot…Endless, empty, and cold. It
reminded him of Mary-Lynnette’s black holes.
He frowned suddenly. How did the window get open?
He started to lean forward, unaware of Damon
watching him intently, when the window suddenly slammed shut. It rattled a
little with the force. "What…"
Damon clamped a hand down on his shoulder,
warning him to stay still. He had a bad, bad feeling about this. His instincts
told him… Shit. Suddenly alert, he sniffed the air delicately. Either
Kiana had borrowed something from her sister lately, which wasn’t likely, or
Kendalynn Harman was about to make an appearance.
He would stake his life on the latter.
"Kendal?" he called, his voice soft. As
unpredictable as she was, he knew better than to alarm her.
A pair of wild violet eyes popped around the
corner. "Damon," she greeted irreverently. She stepped gracefully out
of what seemed like thin air, like a thistle swaying in the breeze. "I’ve
been looking for you."
"You just saw me," he reminded
her. Not that it mattered. Kendal remembered things how she wanted to remember
them and not how they truly were. He tried to submerge the wariness in his
eyes.
She paused in mid-motion, like a cobra ready to
strike. "I did, didn’t I?" she agreed softly. "But I wanted to
see you again."
As she stepped closer to him, he moved deftly
away, avoiding her trap. If he didn’t know better, he’d think he was her prey.
But Kendal wasn’t stupid, so that ruled that out. He could see Nick in his
peripheral vision. She hadn’t noticed him yet, but he saw that he’d composed
himself. The cold, hard mask was back in place. Good. Maybe they could pull
this off.
No such luck. "Who are you?" she
asked, whirling. She hadn’t missed him; she just hadn’t felt it was necessary
to acknowledge him.
"Adam," he lied smoothly, going with
the first name that popped into his head. He knew better than to tell her the
truth. If she was as dangerous as Kiana thought, he was going to have to feed
her a huge pack of lies. He hoped he could remember them all.
She cocked her head to the side and seemingly wilted
onto his bed. "I knew an Adam once," she said. "He was a witch.
What are you? You smell like a human."
"I’m a witch," he said calmly, while
Damon held his breath.
She considered him, her eyes travelling up and
down, unimpressed, as Damon slowly moved to a strategic position between them.
"What kind of witch?" she asked idly.
Damon breathed a sigh of relief. That question
meant she’d accepted his answer—and fewer problems for them. At least, he hoped
so. It was then he remembered Nick knew nothing about the Nightworld. He opened
his mouth to intervene, but she was already changing the subject. Lucky for
them, her mind didn’t work quite like everyone else’s did.
"Where is Kia?" she asked abruptly, her
whole demeanor changing. Ignoring the question she had just asked. She
straightened up, uncoiling herself, suddenly alert.
The guys floundered. They couldn’t very well tell
her that Kiana was stalking vampires for Circle Daybreak—first, it wasn’t true,
and second, it would make Kendal very, very angry. Neither of them wanted to
see her angry.
Then, gathering his wits about him, Damon told
her the truth. "She went to the Black Iris," he informed her.
She bounced off the bed in surprise. "She hates
the Black Iris," she answered. Her eyes were wide and suspicious.
"She wouldn’t ever go there!"
Damon shrugged. "She was looking for
Bastien. Or so she said."
Her eyes narrowed. "Why would she be looking
for Bastien? She saw him earlier today."
She was trying to trap him, of which he was well
aware. He knew better than to fall into it. "She doesn't tell me
everything," he responded. "Ask her yourself."
Her smile was cold. "I may just have to do
that."
With that, she turned and slithered into thin
air. No warning, no good-byes. She simply disappeared. Nick watched the place
she had just been warily.
"How does she do that?" he
asked.
Damon simply shrugged.
The club was dark and smoky inside, leaving
little light to see by. Leaving little light to protect herself.
Kiana hated this place.
It was the epitome of everything she hated about
the Nightworld… The secrecy, the lies, the rejection of the human race… The
refusal to acknowledge humans as anything but food.
In a way, it reminded her of her brother.
She sighed, wondering what she was going to do
about that whole situation. She'd been in hiding too long, spent too much time
pretending. Now she wanted to break free and couldn't. Her ties to Bastien and
Kendal were too many. Every second she spent within them allowed them to grow
stronger.
And lying to Bastien about her loyalties didn't
help, either.
She could feel her decisions tightening around
her neck like a noose. She allowed Circle Daybreak to control her relationship
with her family, allowed them to force her to stay within her brother's grasp.
She guessed it was no different than the rest of her life. She'd always allowed
herself to be controlled, at least as far as anyone could tell. Granted, she'd
had her little tantrums and played with disobedience, but it hadn't been
enough. She'd still followed the rules.
Well, she was done with that now.
Her soulmate was human--as far as the Nightworld
was concerned--and she'd paid her dues. She smiled slowly. She might be setting
herself up for a fall; she wasn't sure. But she wasn't going to give this up.
Nick, whether witch or human, was worth the fight.
She was ready to melt the icicles, even if it
took everything she had. Something had to break in her life and, dammit, it
wasn't going to be her.
She shifted her drink idly from one hand to the
other, contemplating the people around her. A silver-haired vampire caught her
eye, winking at her from across the room. Electric blue eyes, silver hair. A
very striking combination. As he moved through the throng of people between
them, she set down her glass and straightened up.
She knew this vampire. Garrett Harrelson. He'd
been on quite the killing streak lately. She couldn't count on two hands the
number of humans he'd killed in the last week, let alone the last month. He
hadn't been quiet about it, either. Boston, Chicago, Denver, Washington… Maybe
thirty humans had died. Garrett didn't like to drink and run… He had to kill
them as well. And now he was here.
Kiana thought it was rather appropriate and
well-timed.
"Can I buy you a drink?" he asked in a
husky, seductive voice. He'd turned on all the charm.
She smiled enchantingly, knowing better than to
fall into that trap. "I prefer mine fresh, thank you," she replied.
His electric blue eyes lit up with pleasure.
"Oh, allow me," he murmured, taking her arm and drawing her towards
the door.
He couldn't see Kiana's smile as she allowed
herself to be led away.
It was brutal.
Part 7- Chapter 6
"I can smell him," Garrett said with
satisfaction. He was too arrogant to keep his voice down or whisper. Maybe he
had reason to be. Thirty people in thirty days said much for his hunting
skills. And much for his cruelty.
No vampire--no matter what the reason--needed to
feed every night, draining every last drop of blood. Draining humans was said
to be the ultimate high, but Kia imagined it to be like drugs. After so many
times, the effect faded.
Therefore, no reason. She would put a stop to him
tonight.
A small smile curved her mouth, hiding the
direction of her thoughts. She kept a tight rein on the shield around her mind.
Every once in awhile she felt him probing, lightly like a feather whispering
against her skin. A lesser vampire would have felt nothing, but then, Kia
wasn't a lesser vampire.
"I can as well," she answered, more
softly. Not to hide from her prey. He wouldn't approve of that, and she was too
smart to earn his contempt. "He's not far."
"No, not far at all," he responded,
blood-lust dripping from every word. The scent of the man alone had made his
teeth lengthen in anticipation.
The man they were stalking smelled of weeks-old
whiskey and cheap beer. Kia could identify the scents even though they were a
good half mile away. She imagined he was a beggar like so many lining the
streets, but beggar or not, he deserved a chance to live, just like any human.
Kia would give him that chance.
They crept quietly around the corner--a needless
precaution. The man wouldn't be able to hear them for quite some time. Human
ears were not as sensitive as theirs. He probably wouldn't be able to hear them
even when they were right next to him. Alcohol had a tendency to dull the human
senses. He reeked of enough of it.
She saw the children then. They were playing
carelessly in a nearby house's front yard, oblivious to the danger awaiting
them. Children, innocent and trusting. A much easier target than the one
Garrett had been searching earlier.
His smile was cold, cruel, devoid of any caring.
"The man can wait."
Then she realized he meant not only to kill the
children, but also the man they'd been tracking. Her blood froze in her veins.
He was more cold-blooded than she'd even imagined.
She couldn't allow them to be sacrificed.
She saw him move in slow motion, his lanky frame
moving toward the children and his mouth opening slowly, so slowly. The first
syllable forming on his lips. She didn't think; she simply reacted. The lethal
wooden stake slipped fluidly out of her knee-high boots, arching through the
air like a sword. Which, in a way, it was. She whispered his name, barely as
loud as a breath being drawn in the quiet, and saw him turn. She registered the
shock on his face, saw him move to block her arm. In slow motion, like a movie
slowed to catch every detail of the scene, she watched his eyes widen until the
whites were visible all the way around. Stark against the electric blue. His
nostrils flared in surprise. He took one deep breath, and then… She staked him.
Everything flew back to reality. A sudden gasp
and he staggered to the ground. His hands clawed uselessly at his chest. They
finally landed on the wooden stake, his fingers grappling, as though removing
it would stop him from dying. One last time his fingers clenched around it. She
watched the skin on his body mummify, showing his true age in death if not in
life. Then everything was still.
The children had disappeared; the lights in the
house had dimmed.
Kiana was alone.
She sighed, hefting his body up over her
shoulder. She just couldn't leave certain things lying around. What would the
police think if they found him lying in the street? And then the children… The
children would have nightmares. What good was saving their lives if they spent
the rest of them psychologically damaged? Yes, the body definitely needed to
go.
She smiled. One less killer to haunt the streets
and she was happy. Her smiled faded. If only the rest of life were that easy.
When she was finished burying the body, another battle awaited her. Home.
There, she would need to face Nick.
It was time they had a talk.
Things not to think about right now. She still
had a job to do.
Shifting the weight on her shoulder, she set
forward at a steady pace. The body was just stiff enough that it flapped
uncomfortably against her back. Moving it didn't help; it just annoyed her in
another place. Lucky for her, woods started nearby, giving her an excellent
place to hide the body. Not that she needed woods. She'd become adept at
burying them in the most unlikely places. This body would just be easier.
The woods came quickly, ominous shadows
stretching out where the moonlight shone on the trees. She loved the woods with
their misshapen phantoms and earthly smells. Some people were afraid to be here
alone at night, but Kia felt at home. She wound through the branches and weeds
quickly. She didn't want to waste time that could be spent on the next battle.
Kia was never one to back away from a fight, but
she found she'd been doing so far too often lately. Time to face her fears.
She reached the center of the woods--or as close
as she was willing to come tonight--and dropped the body with a thud. Dust rose
from the corpse like a sandstorm, but with far less velocity. She picked up a
stick and began to dig. Hitting roots, she pulled them carefully from the dirt
without hurting them, moving them out of the way before she continued to dig.
At least, she hoped she hadn't hurt them. Her witch friends lectured her long
and hard on the damage done to nature. Although they'd never know, she still
felt guilty. When the ground held a dark, gaping hole, she set aside her branch
(which had been dead before she started using it--no guilt there). Glancing
down at the stiff, cold body, she wondered if he had ever been warm, even in
life.
She doubted it.
With a sigh, she picked him up, ignoring the
electric blue eyes gone flat with death. He was heavy, but no heavier than any
other murderer she'd buried. She hefted him into the hole, regret absent from
her emotions.
Turning away, she again found her branch and
started pushing the dirt back into the hole. Refilling it took even less time
than creating the hole. When most of the dirt was back in its original
home--she knew better than to think it would all go back--she picked up some
moss, a few plants, and a handful of leaves, and carefully arranged them to
make the ground appear undisturbed, which was another talent of hers.
She turned away from the unmarked grave
apathetically. It resembled too many others she'd created for her to feel
saddened. A monster's grave deserved no markings. Garrett Harrelson had
definitely been just that--a monster.
Okay, shower, then Nick. She had it all worked
out. But first, she needed to get home…
God, where had she left her car?
Good question, Kia, she mocked herself silently.
You're getting forgetful in your old age. She grinned at herself, her spirits
lifting. If nothing else, something would be finished tonight. She only hoped
it wasn't the wrong thing.
Things couldn't get much worse, either way.
At least she'd know where things stood between the two of them. Right now, it
was an enigma. They were soulmates. She knew that much for certain, as much as
she knew their bond was something she couldn't escape. If she wanted to. She
wasn't sure she did. She'd never glimpsed anyone's soul so thoroughly before,
even if said glimpse had been brief. And it had.
She slipped forward through the forest, her pace
steady and determined. The club was located perhaps six or seven miles away--an
easy walk. One she intended to take quickly. A thrill raced down her body and
extended itself out of her fingertips. She almost expected sparks.
She grinned. Sparks might be flying out of them
tonight, she thought. Everything depended on what would happen in this
confrontation. She'd shown him her vampiric side, now he could learn about her
witch heritage as well. Growing up in a family of Harmans was good for that,
especially the one she'd grown up in.
Continuing, never slowing, attuned but not
consumed by what was happening in the semi-deserted streets, she thought about
her family. A twinge of sadness pierced through the haze of anticipation when
she thought about Mama and Papa Harman. Like it always did.
Oh, yes, they'd been good to her, even after
Kendal was born. They hadn't had much time for her then--Kendal had needed
constant supervision--but they'd still given her the love and support she'd
needed. Love and support were odd words when combined with most of the
Nightworld families she'd known. The Redferns were a prime example.
More specifically, Hunter Redfern's family. That
family was definitely a piece of work. Unfortunately, she bore their
name, which often led others to the most frightening conclusions. Kia shuddered
when she thought about her supposed relatives. Not many people knew they weren't
truly related.
Her last name obviously indicated they were. Why
would anyone think otherwise? She did have connections with them, but
those were through her father. Her father who had been so in love with her
mother that he'd given up his name and his heritage for her. Sebastien and
Kendalynn, both witch children and leeches, had grown up with more than a
little power and influence at their disposal.
The results hadn't been so good.
Kendal needed to be locked in a mental
hospital--which, unfortunately, no one would dare do--and Bastien needed to
learn the world was not his play toy, nor could he control it at his will. Kia
highly doubted either would get what they needed.
She smiled, pushing aside the branches as she
moved. She would love to see her brother find a soulmate. Someone just stubborn
enough--and brave enough--to stand firm in the face of his controlling
behavior. If he didn't kill her first.
Deftly avoiding a thorn bush, she rubbed a hand
over her cheek, then let it fall. Pushed aside the tree limbs encumbering her
path. She was almost out of the woods now, nearing the area behind the club.
She hadn't come in this direction with Garrett, but she was all too familiar
with it. These woods were her siblings' playground.
She sighed. She left her car… On one of the
streets close to the club. Her eyes narrowed on the roads, now visible from the
edge of the forest. There--that one. Her hand dug idly in her pocket, searching
for her keys. Anticipation and apprehension blossomed inside her. Not long now.
Her eyes shadowed, she strode quickly to her car.
The little black car was nothing if not conspicuous. She had, as usual, left
the top down, doors unlocked. She knew better than to think anyone would steal
it. Too many of those who inhabited this neighborhood knew her and feared her.
And what they thought of her didn't even compare to how they viewed Sebastien.
Maybe the family reputation was good for something after all.
Opening the door, she slid inside, the smell of
leather enveloping her. Covering the stench of blood that was always near. She
slipped the keys in the ignition, the engine purring to life. God help her if
Sebastien didn't think she had the best or make sure she didn't purchase
anything less.
She was sick of all the facades.
She took the turns without paying attention to
where she was going; somehow she always ended up at home. Home the mansion, not
the home where she felt she truly belonged. Her days of happiness in the
mansion had ended with her parents' lives. Some of her happiest memories
belonged there; she wouldn't deny that. However, those memories came from long
ago. Sometimes it was hard to dredge them up without feeling slightly empty.
Sprinting lightly inside, she wound up the stairs
as quietly as she could. Bastien shouldn’t be back yet—he would more likely be
gone for at least another three hours—but she still didn’t want to risk seeing
him. She crept into her room, feeling like a thief breaking in for the family
jewels. Too bad they didn’t actually have any family jewels. Well, none that
held any worth.
None except the one she had come for.
Oh, yes, the Harman family had been good to her. Especially Mama Harman. Mama
Harman-her confidant, her mentor, her conscience (which had more than once kept
Kendal alive and in good health after the stunts she always pulled), and her
rock—had trusted Kiana more than either of her two children. Not that Kia would
say her reasoning skills were off on that one.
Kia had come here because of that same trust. Her mother had made one thing
excessively clear before she died: Kendalynn and Sebastien were not to get
their hands on this necklace.
She wasn’t even sure they knew of its existence. Mama and Papa Harman had guarded
the necklace better than prized Dobermans. Not even Hunter Redfern had known.
The secret had been that well kept.
She’d often questioned how it came into their possession in the first place.
Especially since no one else seemed to know about it. She worried about
safeguarding that much power. One slip, one break, and she could see all hell
breaking loose. Best not to leave it so close to those who could cause that
fracture.
And besides… She wasn’t so sure she was ever coming back.
She knew she wasn’t doing Circle Daybreak any favors by staying with Sebastien.
She would be far more useful helping some other way. This house and these walls
were closing in on her, suffocating her slowly. She hated it.
What was the solution to the problem? Well, that was easy. She’d simply
disappear. No trace left behind and no good-byes. Quick and clean. But not
painless…
She sighed. Leaving behind her life and her family could never be painless. She
was too emotionally involved.
Shaking her head, she eased the door to her room open quietly, praying briefly
that it didn’t creak. She was in luck. The door swung open easily, the
well-oiled hinges making not even the hint of a sound. Now if only the floor
were on her side as well… Then she could get out of here quickly.
Slipping past the bed and the dressers, she moved
into her bathroom and knelt before the sink. The lowest drawer's bottom slipped
back with a little push and a tug in the right direction, revealing more space.
Such a cliché, but it worked for her, didn't it? The space contained a small,
nondescript wooden box carved with curious symbols on all sides.
Kia knew well enough the ancient spells of
protection. She'd seen them since she was born, noting their power and reveling
in it. Now she would use it to her advantage. She slipped the jewelry case into
her pocket and rose from the ground fluidly, turning as she did so. The box
rattled slightly.
She would look at the contents later. She'd
already seen the necklace numerous times anyway. It was in the box, she knew
that for certain. She fingered the box lightly, her fingertips tracing the
writings on the case.
And then she fled.
Part 8- Chapter 7
She patted her pockets nervously, searching for
her keys. The fact that she didn't need them never crossed her mind. Searching
gave her something to do with her hands. She didn't ask for anything more. Or
care, for that matter. All she wanted was time to stall, to prepare herself. As
though she hadn't been thinking about it all night.
It's now or never, Kiana. Get a grip on yourself, she thought. It was easy leading up to the actual discussion. She
could imagine how their talk was going to go, whether the end came out bad or
good. She could imagine the sweet--or rude--things he'd say to her. She could
imagine him cold and angry or warm and understanding, but… She couldn't imagine
him gone.
And that summed up the whole problem.
Telling Nicholas what she wanted from him equaled
setting a stake in front of her heart and telling an angry vampire hunter to
push. The action itself wouldn't really do anything, but the results would hurt
like hell. Although Kiana seemed to be a glutton for punishment, she hated
pain. She didn't really differentiate between physical or mental.
A hiss whispered through the air and she jumped.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a brief flicker of light shooting up
through the darkness. The flame disappeared quickly, leaving a burning red coal
floating in its wake.
Nick had just joined her, although she was almost
certain he didn't notice her presence on the porch. She heard the nearly
indiscernible crackle of a burning cigarette and inhaled the acrid scent of
smoke. This habit could possibly be the only thing she hated about him.
Decision time. She quickly debated what to do.
Did she leave him here, missing a prime and perhaps only opportunity to
confront him alone? Or did she drown in her misgivings and leave before she did
something that may not be changeable? This choice was one she didn't want to
make.
"Oh, be brave, Kia," she whispered
disgustedly. Dear God, now she was talking to herself. Again. What to do?
She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. As if
there was a decision to be made. Gathering every last shred of her courage, she
stepped out of the shadows.
He jumped slightly when he noticed her presence.
How long had she been there?
He didn't say anything, instead waited for her to
speak, to make some comment… to do something. Hopefully that something wouldn't
include biting his neck. His eyes narrowed dangerously. He was still angry
she'd entrusted Damon to take him home.
Seconds passed, but neither noticed. The seconds
quickly turned to minutes and Kia could feel her bravado falling away. They
watched each other warily, uncertain. Kiana searched the tiny flecks of green
and gold in his deep mahogany eyes, but all he saw of her were shadows. Neither
moved.
Her eyes slid shut briefly, pulling on her inner
strength. "I thought about you tonight," she stated quietly. His
breath drew in sharply, but still he didn't say anything. He wasn't going to
make this easy on her.
She gritted her teeth, but continued, "I
thought about us." She paused. The tension radiating from him was
palatable. This whole discussion thing--although she wasn't sure it counted as
a discussion because he wasn't talking--just kept getting harder. "I want
there to be an us, Nick. I… I don't think I can live without you."
She heard his breath, the one he'd just drawn in,
hiss out between his teeth. A sudden panic shot through her. Quickly, she
amended, "Not that I couldn't live without you. That's not what I meant at
all. I just meant…" Her voice trailed off. "I meant that I want to
try."
His voice was a little unsteady, or maybe she
just imagined it, because he lost none of his coldness. "You want to try
to live without me?"
"No! I meant I want to try. To be with
you," she responded hurriedly. Oh, her little speech had not come out good
at all.
She almost missed the relief flashing across his
face. Almost, but not quite. "I've been thinking about it, too," he
admitted, his anger falling away.
Her eyes lowered, avoiding his gaze. "This…
vampire thing. I can't change it. I was born that way."
"Vampires aren't born vampires,"
he responded cynically. "I've seen the movies. There is no such
thing." Then quickly, he amended, "Unless you mean 'born' as in 'changed.'"
Kiana looked at him, her hazel eyes clear and
honest. "No, I mean I was born a vampire. Have you never heard of the
lamia?"
"Lamia?" he asked, tasting the word on
his lips. "Isn't that some kind of lizard?"
A smile curved her mouth. "No, the lamia are
the family vampires. The ones who can have children."
He cocked his head, considering. "I thought
that wasn't possible."
"Obviously it is. But… I'm not lamia."
She shrugged. "I wasn't born into a family of vampires."
He stared at her, obviously not comprehending.
"Then what are you?"
She smiled again, nervously, still not looking at
him. "Me? Well, I guess I'm a freak. I was born into a family of humans,
except… I wasn't human." She sighed. "No one's quite sure how it
happened."
" You were born a vampire… to humans?"
His dark eyes were searching. What she was telling him defied everything he
thought he knew about her and about vampires in general. He was realizing how
hard it was to admit he was wrong when everything suddenly meant so much. Right
now, he wasn't sure anything meant more than she did. She'd been the focus of
his thoughts for so long…
"I didn't have a choice," she answered.
"And I've never known anything else. I was raised by a family of vampires
and witches."
He shook his head. "But how could you be
born a vampire to humans?"
"I don't know," she answered slowly, as
if talking to a small child, somewhat exasperated. "No one does. It's
never happened before."
He noted the edge to her words, but ignored
it. "However you were born, you're still a vampire. How can I trust you
knowing that?"
Kia desperately tried to hold on to her temper.
"I may have to drink blood to survive, but I am not a monster. I
don't go killing innocent people just for the fun of it. I have feelings and
dreams and hopes and expectations, just like you do."
Bitterness tinged her words and he looked at her
sharply. "You used it to frighten me in the back alley the day we
met."
She groaned mentally. How to explain that? She
certainly had been trying to frighten him. She'd used every tool she'd had at
her disposal, including her heritage. Dammit. "I did," she
admitted. "I was angry. Just angry enough that I felt you deserved it. I
will never do that again."
He accepted that answer immediately, which almost
surprised him. She would have been shocked had she realized how easily he'd
taken her words as truth. He still needed to ask for his own sake--for what he
felt was his future, "How can I trust you?"
"How can I trust you?" she
countered. She watched the surprise blossom on his face. "You didn't think
of that, did you, Nick? I know I won't hurt you. I can't. It would destroy
me." She shrugged. "You don’t know that, though, do you? No matter
how many times I've told you, even though you've seen inside my soul. You still
don't understand. How do I know I won't wake up one morning and see you
standing over me, my own stake in your hand? And how do I know you won't use
that stake against me? But I do know. I know because I've seen you. I've
seen what you are. You wouldn't do that to me."
Several moments passed as he overcame his
speechlessness. He looked at her carefully, his gaze running over the long,
silky honey colored hair, her clear and intriguing hazel eyes, and her oval
shaped face. He felt like he was taking in every detail for the first time. No,
she didn't look like a murderer, not that it was easy to pick them out on the
street. If anything she looked honest. With some people their appearance was
misleading. Kiana's appearance was as well. It didn't show the depth of her soul,
at least not like he'd seen it.
She wouldn't hurt him, at least not
intentionally. As for what happened beyond that, he just refused to think about
it.
He had that cringing feeling inside him again, as
always when he'd been blatantly wrong and knew it. He hid it well. His voice
held only sincerity when he replied, "No, you wouldn't hurt me."
Kia jumped, surprise written on her face.
"What?"
He might have been offended, but he hadn't
exactly been honest with himself or with her. Her reaction was probably
something he should have expected. "I said you wouldn't hurt me."
She was quiet, then she asked, "How do
you know?"
"Because I've seen your soul," he
whispered, like it was tearing him apart. He sagged against the thick, white
pillar on the porch.
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