A Bite to Remember (37 page)

“I suffered the debilitating cramps of dehydration every minute of every day for the first twenty years. I never got enough blood then. I didn’t know how to hunt. I lived on the streets, gnawing on rats and sometimes children when I got the chance, scurrying from darkness to darkness and cowering out of the sun during the day. I had no idea what I could or couldn’t do.”

Jackie’s eyebrows flew up. It was obvious Lily had been turned before blood banks, but that didn’t explain why William hadn’t told her she could eat. Had he died right after turning her? None of what she was saying made sense.

“Lily was only twelve at the time of her turning.”

Lily and Jackie both turned sharply at those words to find Marguerite standing at the mouth of the path through the trees. She was alone, her expression pitying as she looked on Lily.

Growling, Lily immediately grabbed Jackie, holding her between them as she glared at Marguerite.

“What do you mean?” Jackie asked. “I thought you weren’t allowed to turn anyone that young?”

“William was a pedophile,” Marguerite said quietly. “He cared little for anyone’s laws. He liked his women young. Children really. He turned them as young as ten, kept them as his pet, feeding them only blood, and scantily at that, to ensure they didn’t develop properly. You can always tell those not properly fed, it confuses the nanos and they are stunted, thin and young-looking like Lily.”

Jackie glanced back at the girl, horrified that someone had deliberately done this to her. Lily looked like a young teenager…and apparently, always would.

“He kept them till he tired of them, and then usually killed them and turned another,” Marguerite added with disgust.

“Why did no one stop him?” Jackie asked with amazement.

“No one could prove he was doing it,” Marguerite said with a shrug. “As I said, he kept them as pets. Until Lily, not one of them saw the light of day after he turned them. He kept them on his family estate in England. They slept in a crypt with him during the day, and remained hidden inside during the night. Then he made a mistake and turned Lily. She was the granddaughter of his housekeeper. The woman
had worked for him for fifty years and had seen two children he’d done this to. When he turned Lily, she was enraged enough to approach someone on the European council. They went to look into it, but he got wind they were coming, killed her family, and fled on a boat for America.”

“You lie,” Lily growled and Jackie could feel the fine tremor of rage in the woman’s hand. “He did not kill my family. And I was the first he’d turned so young. He only did it because he loved me so much.”

Marguerite peered at her with pity. “He killed your grandmother, your mother, your father and your two younger sisters. He wiped out your whole family before he took you to the boat, Lily. Though I’m not surprised he didn’t tell you.”

“How would you know?” Lily snapped.

“Lucian,” Marguerite said with a shrug. “I overheard him and my husband, Jean Claude, talking about it at the time.”

“Well then they lied,” Lily said furiously. “They all lied. He wouldn’t have done that, and I was the only one he ever turned so young. He loved me.”

“You were far from the first he turned so young,” a deep voice growled.

Jackie winced as Lily’s fingers dug into her arm as she turned them both so that they could keep Marguerite and the second speaker in view.

Christian was standing about ten feet to Marguerite’s left, Jackie saw with surprise. He and the rest of the men had still been at Stephano’s when Lily had taken her. Or she’d assumed they were, though it had been late enough they may have been back and in their rooms. Were the others here? she wondered.

“I was one of the council members sent to look into the matter,” Christian said, drawing Jackie’s attention back to the conversation.

“So was I,” Marcus announced, appearing suddenly ten feet to Christian’s left. He fell silent as Lily scrabbled backward, drawing Jackie with her in an effort to be able to keep an eye on all three people at once. The trio were forming a crescent before them. Lily was getting anxious and panicky.

“We were both there when the bodies were discovered in the crypt,” Marcus explained. “There was one large empty coffin that we suspected William shared with you during the day, then four smaller coffins, each holding two or three bodies apiece. All told, there were ten beheaded young girls between the ages of ten and twelve judging by the size of them. If your grandmother had not told on him, you would have been the eleventh body there once he’d tired of you.”

“Liar!” Lily yelled.

“Instead, he killed your family and fled to America with you,” Christian took up the explanation again. “That was out of our area. We didn’t follow, but we did send word to America via another ship, warning the council here of what he’d done and they began to hunt him.”

“Hunting him down and killing him probably saved your life,” Dante suddenly spoke, making his presence known.

“Lies, all lies!” Lily cried, turning again to include him in her view.

“The tale of what William did is well known in Europe.”

Jackie wasn’t the least bit surprised when Tommaso spoke up. She’d never seen one twin anywhere without the other. They were now forming almost a complete circle around
them. It was impossible for Lily to watch them all at once.

“The two of you were able to hide out here for almost a year before they tracked you down. Isn’t that true?” Tommaso asked.

Lily didn’t speak, either to deny it, or affirm it. Jackie took that as a yes.

“And yet in that year he never bothered to teach you to feed yourself,” Tommaso pointed out. “He kept you dependent on him, fed you himself, kept you away from food when eating it would have allowed you to mature normally, and didn’t teach you any of the skills you needed to know to survive.”

“He loved me! He took care of me!” Lily protested.

“He kept you completely dependent on him, Lily,” Vincent said quietly behind them and Lily turned sharply, dragging Jackie with her. He met Jackie’s gaze briefly, sending her a message of reassurance, then returned his gaze to Lily and said, “And he made sure you stayed that way. Look at you. Have you seen another like yourself in the hundred years since you were turned?”

“Shut up,” Lily snapped. “You don’t know anything about me.”

“I do,” Vincent countered. “I’ve known who you were from the day I hired you. I just figured you didn’t want to talk about it and it was your business.”

When Jackie’s gaze turned sharply to him, asking why he hadn’t mentioned this bit of history to her when she’d asked who might have something against him, he added, “I never imagined you were walking around hating me and anyone else related to the men who saved you from him.”

“Saved me!” Lily snarled with fury. “They killed my sire and left me to fend for myself.”

“I was told you fled,” Vincent said quietly and Lily snorted.

“Of course I fled,” she snarled. “They’d just brutally killed my lover. I had no idea what they would do to me.”

“They would have taught you how to fend for yourself,” Marguerite said softly, and Jackie glanced over to see that she’d moved closer.

“Sure they would have,” Lily said bitterly. “Right after they staked me out in the sun for a day and let me bake too. William told me they would.”

Vincent took a step forward and this time Lily seemed to notice. She suddenly whipped a half-sword out from under the back of the thick sweater she wore and held it to Jackie’s throat.

Everyone went absolutely still.

“Let her go,” Vincent said quietly. “Jackie has done nothing to you.”

“No,” Lily agreed. “But you love her and it would hurt you if I kill her.”

“Kill me instead,” Vincent suggested and Jackie scowled at him for the suggestion.

“I don’t want to kill you,” Lily said. “I want you to suffer like I have, for centuries, your true life mate gone and you left alone to carry on the best you can.”

Jackie rolled her eyes at the repeated refrain and snapped, “You’re getting boring.”

Lily jerked a little with apparent shock, the blade cutting a thin line along Jackie’s throat.

“What?” she asked with disbelief.

“You heard me. You’re boring,” Jackie repeated, uncaring at that point that she had a half-sword to her throat. “All this nonsense over nothing.”

“Nothing?” Lily echoed. “They killed my William! I had no one! No one to feed me, no one to—”

“Lily, a hundred years ago they didn’t have blood banks. No one fed anyone,” Jackie said dryly. “They all had to hunt.”

“William used to feed me. He brought men to me and controlled their minds while I fed, he—”

“Then he’s the one you should be angry with,” Jackie snapped impatiently. “He had a year to teach you how to survive before the council caught up to the two of you. A year! Vincent and the others taught me to take care of myself in days. Your William deliberately left you dependent and helpless. He wanted a child, a helpless dependent child he could control and abuse because he was a sick, twisted pedophile—”

“Shut up! William loved me!”

Lily was in a rage now and Jackie realized she’d gone too far. On the other hand, since she already had, there was little sense in back-pedaling and she was too damned angry to care. She snorted with open derision at her claim, then said, “Grow up. William didn’t love you. If he’d loved you he’d have taught you what you needed to know like Vincent taught me. He’d have wanted to be sure you could take care of yourself…Vincent doesn’t try to control me or make me dependent on him.
That
is love,” she repeated and the moment the words were out of her mouth, she knew they were
true. Vincent did love her. And she loved him. And dammit, she wasn’t going to die here today. She was done being the victim.

Lily was still in her thoughts and caught wind of her intentions at once, but it was already too late. Following instinct more than anything else, Jackie grabbed the blade with her hand, ignoring the way it sliced into her skin as she drew it away from her throat. Her fingers would heal, everything would heal, but decapitation. Aware of that, she held on to the blade firmly and rammed her elbow into Lily’s chest.

The little woman stumbled back, but held onto her half-sword. Jackie winced as it cut deeper into her hand before she let it go and leapt back out of the way herself.

The moment she was free, Vincent was at her side, dragging her a safe distance away as Christian and the others converged on Lily. Within seconds they had her disarmed and held firmly between Dante and Tommaso. Lily screamed and struggled furiously, but to no avail.

“What will they do with her?” Jackie asked as she watched the twins drag her toward the path that led through the trees to the street.

“She’ll go before the council. They’ll decide her fate,” Christian answered.

Jackie frowned, knowing that didn’t bode well for Lily. On the other hand, the girl was like a rabid dog. She’d killed innocent people and would have killed more. Her time with William had obviously twisted her mind. Besides, she reminded herself, while Lily looked like a girl, she was actually over a hundred years old and had said herself that she’d gnawed on children every chance she’d got.

“Give me your hand.”

Jackie glanced to the side with surprise as Tiny appeared with a first-aid kit.

“They made me wait in the woods,” he told her with obvious disgust as he began to bind her bleeding hand. “They said I’d be safer there.”

Jackie smiled faintly at his disgruntlement and patted his arm soothingly, then glanced at Vincent. He was watching with concern as Tiny worked. Jackie stared at him for a minute, then blurted, “I love you.”

Vincent blinked, then breathed, “Thank God.” Bending his head, he pressed a kiss gently to her lips, and whispered, “I love you too.”

“That should do,” Tiny announced, finished with her hand. He lifted his head and eyed her solemnly. “I’m glad you’re all right.”

“As am I,” Marguerite said joining them. She smiled and said, “Welcome to the family, dear.”

“Thank you,” Jackie murmured shyly.

“Well…” Marguerite raised an eyebrow at Vincent. “I guess now you can start up your plays again.”

He shrugged. “Stephano and Neil can make that decision, I couldn’t care less. I’m not really interested in the theatre anymore. Four hundred years is long enough in one career. I think it’s time for a career change.”

Jackie raised her eyebrows. “What will you do?”

“Actually,” he said slowly, “I find myself rather interested in what you do. Being a private eye seems interesting.”

Jackie glanced at him with surprise, but before she could comment, Marguerite agreed, “Me too. I found it challenging,
like a puzzle. With Jean Claude gone and the kids all married and starting families, I’ve been trying to decide on something to do as a career and now I know what it can be.” She smiled at Jackie. “I could help Tiny.”

“Help Tiny?” Jackie blinked. “Why would Tiny need help?”

“Well, you have a lot to learn in the next little while, dear, survival skills like how to control minds and so on. The faster you learn them, the better. You should concentrate on that,” Marguerite pointed out gently. “Besides, if the two of you are going to marry, you’ll want to take a honeymoon. It will leave Tiny without a partner. I’d be happy to be his partner and help him run your company. It will give me a purpose.”

“Do you do jobs in Europe?” Christian asked suddenly while Jackie was still gaping at Marguerite.

Blinking, she closed her mouth and glanced at him with confusion. “Europe?”

“Yes. If you do, I have a job for you there.”

“What sort of job is it?” Marguerite asked curiously.

Christian hesitated and then said, “Finding out who my mother is.”

“Your mother?” Jackie echoed blankly. The immortal was over five hundred years old.

Christian nodded.

“Oh, I could do that!” Marguerite looked excited as she glanced to Tiny. She added, “We could, couldn’t we, Tiny?”

She didn’t wait for him to answer, but slid her arm through Christian’s and began to lead him toward the path through the trees.