Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist 3 - Dark Harvest (22 page)

She was so upset she stumbled over her words. I had to know how much she’d discovered. I couldn’t betray Devereux and my clients based on something she might only know a little about.

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“Maxie, stop, please. Tell me. What happened? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I laid my hand on her arm and she threw it off.

“You can stop lying now. I know. The whole, miserable secret is out.”

“What secret?” What the
hell
happened?

“You’re probably worried that I’m going to tell the world about your vampire lover. Wouldn’t it just serve you right if I wrote about him? His entire operation would have to fold. He’d have to skulk off into the night with the other bloodsucking fiends. Maybe someone would even take him out with a sharp stake. Hey, fuck that. Maybe I would.”

“Maxie! Breathe. Tell me what happened.” My heart pounded against my chest. Anxiety twisted my gut.

I wasn’t afraid for Devereux as much as I was terrified about what he’d do to Maxie if she really had the goods on him. I hadn’t ever asked him how he dealt with humans who discovered his existence. Did he kill them? Oh, wait. No. I forgot. He could simply erase her memory. I let out the breath I’d been holding. Maybe everything wasn’t lost.

Well, if he could make her forget anyway …

We sat glaring at each other for a few seconds and I broke the ice. “Okay. Tell me how you found out.”

Her eyebrows shot up. She gasped. “What? You’re not going to deny it? You’re not going to use some psychobabble on me—some therapy speak—to convince me I’m delusional? You aren’t going to tell me I’m hallucinating?”

“No. Tell me what happened.”

She’d apparently expected a lot more resistance and it took a few seconds for her to regroup. “Well, okay then.” She briefly grabbed my hand, surprise and skepticism flashing across her face. “Are you saying there really are vampires, then? You’re admitting it?”

“Yes.” I thought she might calm down faster if I kept things simple.

She opened her mouth in a silent
ah.
“Holy shit. I hoped I was wrong.”

Settling into full therapist mode, I stared at her, waiting for her to say whatever she needed to say.

“You’re going to stare at me until my brain explodes, aren’t you? I had a nice head of steam going—feeling all self-righteous for being lied to—and now that I got what I wanted, I don’t know what to say. Give me a minute to sort out my brain cells.”

I waited.

“Damn, that staring thing is creepy, Doc. It’s a wonder your clients don’t off themselves right in your office just to get away from your eyeballs.”

I slowed my breathing to help calm her.

“Okay, okay. After I tried to tell you about Devereux and you didn’t believe me, I went back to The
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Crypt a couple of times to do a little creative eavesdropping. Mostly all I ran into were wannabes with their pitiful play-acting. But while I was sitting there I saw a really studly guy doing his goth thing, but he didn’t look like the other wannabes. Did I mention he was exceptionally hot? Anyway, he took a woman into one of the private areas upstairs. The little cubbyholes covered by velvet curtains.” She jumped up and paced in front of the couch.

“I’d heard that you could find pretty much anything at The Crypt: drugs, sex, cults, satanism, torture, bondage, cutting—you name it. I followed them and stood next to the curtain of their little hideaway.

There was a space between the curtain and the wall, so I could see them clearly. They got naked and were fucking their brains out. I watched for a few minutes …” She stopped in front of me and held her hands out a foot apart, palms facing each other. “Hey, this guy was hung like a stallion”—she resumed pacing—“and I was just about to return to my listening post downstairs when the guy rears up and sinks his fangs—fake, I thought—into the woman’s neck. She screamed and pushed at him, which caused him to lift his mouth for a minute. Blood gushed out of the holes he’d made. She was flailing and carrying on, and he grabbed her face to hold it still, looked into her eyes, said something I couldn’t hear, and she went limp. He resumed sucking on her neck, while he had a magnificent, grunt-filled orgasm.” Maxie must have burned off sufficient nervous energy, because she reclaimed her seat on the couch next to me.

“As soon as he was finished spewing, he stood and started getting dressed. Quicker than I could see, he slashed the curtains back and smiled at me, his long, bloody fangs slowly retracting into his gums. I turned to run away and he grabbed me and pulled me inside the cubby. He asked if I was a vampire groupie and said if I wanted to donate some blood, he’d be happy to take advantage of my offer. He had a creative suggestion for a new moisturizer for my hair. All of a sudden, I got super dizzy and started thinking what a good idea it would be to have that guy suck on some part of my body. I almost took my clothes off, and I would’ve, if the woman lying in the booth hadn’t groaned and sat up. Her movement seemed to snap me out of whatever the guy did to me. I bolted out of the cubby, down the stairs, and out of the club.

“The tall, skeletal bouncer at the door must have seen me run out—oh, holy shit, I just realized that isn’t a costume the guy is wearing. He really looks like that—and sent someone to follow me out. I thought at first the guy, a real cutie who resembles Johnny Depp, wanted to make sure I was okay. But right away he started trying to lock eyeballs with me, so I knew he was trying to control my brain and make me forget what had happened. I ran away from him, too, and came here.”

I wondered if Devereux knew how many predators were using his club for feeding purposes? I really hoped he didn’t know.

“I’m glad you came here. I don’t blame you for being freaked out. But I have to ask. How do you know the fangs weren’t fake and the guy wasn’t just a sick psycho who enjoys torturing women and drinking their blood? Lots of humans are that screwed up. What made you assume he was a real vampire?”

“Yeah, that’s the million-dollar question, Doc. As the most skeptical reporter in the universe, that was my first assumption. But it was just the strange feeling of it. The surreal texture. Like I was in a wide-awake nightmare. I know that doesn’t sound like me, but it’s true. I just knew I was with something
other.”

“So, does this mean you’ll be doing an exposé about the vampires of Denver?” I frowned. “Will you destroy everything Devereux has built here? Force my clients—many of whom were turned against their wills—to go into hiding again?”

“Time out, Doc. Don’t try to make me feel guilty for exposing these undead predators to the human
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world. Sure, maybe a few aren’t monsters. Or, at least not complete monsters. But others are. Are you going to try to convince me that all these vampires are just humans with fangs?”

“No. They definitely aren’t that. But they all aren’t killers, either.” I thought about Hallow, the one who was, and I sighed. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. Your reaction threw me. I thought you’d tell me more lies, so then I could get pissed off and write the biggest story of my career. But you had to go and screw up my plans. I still want to know one thing: did you lie to me to protect Devereux? Or just because you didn’t trust me?”

Since she wouldn’t remember any of our discussion later, I figured I might as well stick with the truth.

“Both, actually. What would you have done in my place if you met a tabloid reporter hunting for a juicy story? Someone you liked, but hadn’t known very long. I couldn’t take the chance that you’d write about me and Devereux, or that you’d expose my clients. And then there was the equally important issue of keeping you safe.”

“Keeping me safe?” She sat up straighter. “What are you talking about?”

“I’m still new to this whole bizarre world, and the last thing I wanted was to draw someone I liked into the madness. The less you knew, the better. It was the only way to keep you out of danger. As you said, vampires aren’t just humans with fangs.”

“What do you mean? Is there some kind of badass vampire causing trouble? Is that why Devereux’s watching you like a hawk, er, bat?

When I didn’t say anything, she shook her head. “Still don’t trust me, eh? What do I have to do to prove I’m in your corner?” She held out her wrist. “Do you want me to take a blood oath that I won’t write about your main squeeze?”

“Don’t be flashing any veins around here. You never know who might drop in for a snack.”

She frowned and scanned the room, temporarily unsure whether I was kidding or not.

I laughed. “No blood oaths required. It isn’t that I don’t trust you. It’s that the hit man you heard about in the club—the one you thought Devereux hired to kill his manager—is an undead psycho-fiend, inexplicably obsessed with me. Remember the guy at the amusement park with the long hair wearing the genie pants? The tall, pale, and handsome one? That’s him.”

“Wow. No shit? He’s a vampire? I’d let him suck on my neck anytime.”

I clutched her arm to let her know I was serious. “He’s already kidnapped one of my friends and I don’t want him to take you, too.”

She thrust her chin into the air. “I can take care of myself, Doc.”

“Not against this monster.” I shook my head. “He’s crazy.”

“Yeah, but he’d make a great story.”

Damn. She just didn’t understand how dangerous Hallow was. No wonder she flip-flopped so fast from
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anger to eagerness. Once a reporter, always a reporter. It wouldn’t surprise me if she sought him out on purpose. It was definitely time to have Devereux blast her with some laser vampire eyeball voodoo, so she’d forget everything we discussed. I hoped whatever he had to do to make her forget wouldn’t hurt.

“Well, if you won’t believe me, maybe you’ll listen to Devereux.” I rose from the couch. “I’m going to get him. I’ll be right back.” I hurried out of the room before she could ask any questions. I wanted to return before she could discover anything in the library she wasn’t supposed to find.

As I entered the hallway, a woman’s voice shouted.

“But he’s gone, Luna! We must tell Devereux.”

“About what?” Devereux appeared from somewhere and strode over to the two women.

“Master! Tom is missing.” Zoë grabbed onto Devereux’s arm, literally quivering as she delivered her rapid-fire monologue. “He was sleeping on the couch at Dr. Knight’s townhouse when I went out to feed, and when I returned, he was gone!” Her chest heaved as if she’d forgotten breathing was optional.

If she hadn’t been a vampire, I’d have diagnosed hysteria.

Devereux spoke in a soft, soothing voice. “Zoë, I understand you are protective of him, but why would you immediately assume that Dr. Radcliffe is missing? Perhaps he awoke and took the opportunity to escape from what he considered his captivity? I am sure he will turn up eventually.” He patted her hand before stepping aside, allowing her fingers to gently fall away. He turned to me. “Dr. Radcliffe seems the type of individual to place his own needs at the forefront in any situation. Would you agree?”

“Yes,” I nodded, studying the overwrought woman. “Why are you so upset, Zoë? What aren’t you telling me? You know Tom. He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants, and he’s probably off somewhere, searching for another vampire to bring him over. What’s really bothering you?”

Luna stepped out from behind her companion. “When Zoë came to The Crypt and told me Dr. Radcliffe was gone, I thought it wise to come to the master. It can’t be a coincidence that first Victoria went missing, then the doctor—both of whom are close to Dr. Knight.”

Devereux turned to Luna, his eyes cold, his voice hostile. “If you have something to say, just say it.”

The corners of Luna’s mouth trembled slightly and she lowered her gaze. “I believe it’s possible the Slayer has them both.”

Zoë gasped and grabbed Devereux’s arm again. “Oh, Master! Is Luna right? I’ve heard things about Hallow. Very bad things. Do you think he has Tom and Victoria?”

Devereux softened his expression. “There is no denying that Hallow is a monster, but I am not convinced that Dr. Radcliffe was taken against his will. In our short acquaintance, he has shown himself to be self-motivated and single-minded. In fact, it would not surprise me to find him on his way here, preparing to make another attempt to convince me to see things his way.” He shifted his gaze to Luna, still addressing Zoë. “There is no reason for anyone to fill your mind with fantastic speculations.”

Luna was behaving strangely—even for her, and I wanted to know why she seemed so certain. “Why do you think Hallow has them, Luna? Do you know something we don’t know?”

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The expression on her face reminded me of the joyfully evil smile worn by the Grinch as he stole Christmas. “I know many things
you
don’t know. But my opinion is based on the fact that I know Hallow.”

“You know Hallow?” My voice came out much higher than usual.

She ignored me and spoke to Devereux. “If you would like me to search for Dr. Radcliffe, to see if he has gone to any of his usual haunts, I will do so. But my gut tells me he didn’t leave under his own power.

I don’t have your tracking abilities, but I usually find what I seek.”

Something about Luna’s odd energy set my teeth on edge. I was sure Hallow had taken Victoria, and it wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he’d snatched Tom, too. He’d probably figured out that we’d do whatever we could to get them back.

Luna shot her attention to me, glaring. “Don’t you care what happens to your so-called friends? Aren’t you worried? Why aren’t you offering to search for them? Are you really just another useless, stupid human?” She threw her words at me like knives.

What the hell had I done to make her hate me so much?

I took a step forward, opened my mouth to address her questions, and bumped into Devereux’s hard, muscular frame.

“Enough!” He locked eyes with me. “Do you wish me to search for your friend? I still have my doubts, but if you believe he is a pawn in Hallow’s game—that he is in danger—I will accompany Zoë briefly back to the townhouse and pick up the trail.”

I didn’t know what I believed. Five minutes ago, I hadn’t given one thought to Tom’s whereabouts. But since Luna raised the possibility of Hallow’s involvement, and Zoë was so upset, I couldn’t ignore the heavy feeling in my gut.

“Yes. Please go.” I stroked my hand down Devereux’s chest. “Taking Tom is exactly the kind of thing Hallow would do. I’ve seen him kill people twice now. He enjoys it. I should have considered that he’d try to control me by hurting my friends. Please find them.”

Face serious, he gave a curt nod. “As you wish. But you”—he raised my chin with his finger—“will stay here in this room full of vampires until I return. Swear it.”

I made an
X
over my heart with my finger. “Cross my heart and hope to … er … not die.”

He turned to Luna. “I am giving you an opportunity to redeem yourself. You will be personally responsible for Dr. Knight while I am gone. She is never to be out of your sight. Do you understand?”

She nodded solemnly, eyes downcast, but I was sure I saw her lips twitch ever so slightly in the beginning of a smile, before she brought her face back under control. I opened my mouth to tell Devereux I didn’t want to be babysat by the Queen of the Damned, but he took Zoë’s hand and they vanished before I could get the words out.

A burst of sound filled the air as the vampires in the circle switched from the soft hum they’d been offering for the last few minutes to a full-bodied “ohm.” My brain waves began to scramble, making me
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feel like I was dissolving into the tone, so I distanced from the chanting, hoping to clear my mind.

Shit! Maxie!

I angled off toward the library, having forgotten about her in the drama of the last few minutes, and heard footsteps behind me.

Luna caught up with me. “Where the hell do you think you’re going? Didn’t you hear the master put me in charge of you?” She grinned a mirthless grin.

“Dream on, Vampira. He didn’t put you in charge of me. He said you were responsible for me. So be a good bodyguard and walk three paces behind. I have a guest to check on.”

She fell back and growled, the sound much closer than it should have been.

I sailed into the library, the hostile Amazon almost literally on my heels. The room was empty.

Luna laughed. “Was this guest an imaginary playmate or a ghost? Or maybe another kidnap victim? You don’t seem to hold on to your friends very long.”

I went through the room, opening every door, exploring every hiding space, while Luna leaned against the doorjamb, smirking.

“She must have left,” I said aloud, more to myself than to Luna. If Maxie’d overheard the conversation about Hallow, she was probably on her way back to her office to file a story. I hated to think about what would happen if she mentioned Devereux.

Or maybe she was still in the penthouse somewhere, watching the naked vampires, believing she’d hit the jackpot.

I started back toward the circle, and the chanting increased in volume. The sounds were so loud they repelled me. I pressed my hands over my ears to cut out the trance-inducing vibrations and hurried up the hallway, bypassing the noise, and retreated into a room filled with Devereux’s art.

“What’s the matter with you?” Luna snarled from directly behind me. “Are you too good to stand with the vampires who are trying to protect you? Does their nudity offend your tender human sensibilities?”

I amso
tired of her attitude.

“Not even close. The chanting is giving me a headache.” That was true as far as it went. I didn’t owe Luna any explanations, and I certainly wasn’t going to tell her how vulnerable I was to vampire voices.

Some voices, anyway. Giving her more ammunition to use against me wasn’t part of the game plan.

I walked along the paintings until I came to one of my favorites: a self-portrait Devereux had created hundreds of years ago. He wore clothing from that earlier century and his long, platinum hair flowed down over a black, fitted jacket. The blue-green of his eyes sparkled on the canvas like precious gems.

Luna stood next to me, studying the canvas. Her tone was disdainful. “He is very beautiful. Too beautiful for the likes of you. If you truly love him, you will go away. Let him find someone more suited to his station.”

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I spun on her, determined to get to the root of her problem with me. “Someone like you, I suppose?”

Had it really been simple jealousy all along? “You think you’re better for him than I am?”

She laughed, the sound sharp enough to slice my ears. “I think the short, fat vampire with the big dick would be better for him than you are.”

Even though she was laughing at my expense, I couldn’t help but notice the gleeful explosion made her face even more attractive than it was when she was glowering or frowning. Her elaborate Cleopatra makeup was flawless tonight. She looked like the sexy, otherworldly villianess in a horror movie. I wouldn’t have blamed Devereux for lusting after his personal assistant. I still didn’t understand why he seemed so disinterested. What was the problem between them?

“You didn’t answer my question. Do you think if I’m out of the picture, he’ll suddenly find you irresistible?”

She closed the space between us, bringing her face within an inch of mine. A musky scent wafted from her skin, which mixed with the coppery tang of her breath, creating an intoxicating aroma. She must have fed recently. “You know nothing about me or my relationship with the master.” She lifted her upper lip, exposing the tips of her fangs. “I told you I knew Hallow. Do you want to know how I knew him?”

My heart pounded. Out of nowhere, Luna’s energy suddenly felt manic—dangerous—as if she were in the grip of something more powerful than herself. Was Hallow controlling her, too? I took a breath to calm myself. There was nothing to be frightened of. I was safe in Devereux’s penthouse, surrounded by scores of vampires in the other room. But if that was true, why was my body on red alert?

“Yes.” I couldn’t force any more words out of my mouth. Luna’s aura felt suffocating—dark and thick.

“I belonged to him. I was one of his women. He calls us his
lýtles.
He was my everything.”

He was her everything? Devereux’s addiction reference was more literal than I thought.

“I don’t understand.” I licked my dry lips. “Devereux said Hallow drains all his women. He uses them up. Sucks their life force as well as their blood. How could you still be alive if you used to be one of his slaves?”

“I’m alive because Devereux rescued me. He took me from Hallow and made me his own. I didn’t want to leave Hallow, but I was happy to give myself to Devereux.” She raised her palm and smoothed it down my hair, petting me like a doll.

Why didn’t I see this about her before? Hallow created an addict and she just switched her drug of choice.

“Do you mean Devereux made you a slave, too?”

Does he know she’s addicted to him?

“No, you stupid human.” She dropped her hand. “Devereux claimed me. I was still mortal. He found me, near death, and he brought me over. He gave me his blood and a new life. He became my master.

My reason to exist. Hallow has never forgiven him for taking me. I was supposed to die for him—to be added to what he is so he can continue. I would have gladly sacrificed myself. Even now, I’d give up everything for one more touch from Hallow.”

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Jesus. She’s lost.

“Why aren’t you with Hallow, then, if you feel that way?”

She bared her fangs, heavy energy radiating from her, still almost pressed against me. “Don’t you think I would if I could? I am of no use to him since I’m no longer mortal. He isn’t like Devereux. Hallow needs the raw power of unusual human women. But even though he won’t touch me, I crave him. I ache to feel him inside me—to sense him in my mind. I yearn to have him pierce my veins with his sharp fangs.” She trembled, her eyelids fluttered. “Once you are gone, Devereux will be truly mine as Hallow was.”

No wonder she hates me. I’m standing in the way of her drug.

Since she was in such a talkative mood, and she hadn’t hurt me yet, I pushed on. “Why has Devereux been so angry with you? What happened?”

“It is my fault that Hallow is here.” She gave a skincrawling smile and slid her finger along my lower lip.

“We are still mentally connected, and I told him about you. About how Devereux is obsessed with you.

About how I hate you. He said he’d take care of it. Devereux found out I was in contact with Hallow—he’d forbidden it—and has been trying to reject me. To cut me off. But he will forgive me once you are gone. I am sure I can make things right between us.”

She wants Devereux to become what Hallow was to her. Does he even have a clue?

She pressed me hard against the painting on the wall. The extended edge of the frame jammed into my lower back and I gasped from the pain. Her voice became lighter, almost singsong, as she spoke directly into my ear. “I know where Hallow is holding your friends.” She leaned back to watch my face. “I can tell you where they are and you can save them.” She smiled wide, fangs glinting.

I caught a flash of white out of the corner of my eye. Was that Maxie? If it was, I hoped she wouldn’t do anything crazy. She certainly wasn’t any match for Luna. Would she try to sneak up on a rabid vampire? I shifted my eyes from side to side, searching for my friend, but I didn’t see her again.

“Don’t you want to be a hero?” Luna purred. She tilted her head and batted her eyelashes. “They’ll die if you don’t rescue them.”

“You need help, Luna.” I stared at a point between her eyes because I knew better than to fall into her gaze. She’d paralyzed me once before and the memory was painfully clear. “It isn’t your fault. You’re an addict. Hallow did this to you.”