Vampires and Sexy Romance (28 page)

The thought of doing it all again, and with the vampire, made her pulse race and her skin grow hot.  She pushed the thought out of her mind
.  Not likely…well, almost completely unlikely.
  The hulking bag of books her sister had brought caught her eye.  Andy had been gone over the weekend at a conference—actually a bacchanal—and had found them more books to work through.  Min felt a pang of guilt as she reached out to take one and then pulled back.  She needed to work on warding off the house.  She needed more than just a few new tricks if she was going to keep a vampire—probably a royally pissed off vampire—at bay. 

And why is that?
  Her guilt chided. 

“Because I can’t mind my own business.” She answered.  She just
had
to save that vacuous blonde last night.  And she just had to invite a vampire into the house…for sex—no, for
oh-my-god-I–can’t-even-stand
sex!  And because of that, the spell books on the table would have to wait.  She had to force herself not to rush as she poured over the recipe book.  She couldn’t afford to slap up shoddy castings.  Second rate magicks would just get her killed.   

The guilt welled up inside her again, threatening to drown her. 

For it meant Katarina, her mother, would have to wait, too.  

When Luca returned the next night he found the witch to be very resourceful.  He’d expected maybe the same trick of having no windows or doors on the house, or maybe the chimney missing or ceiled shut.  He’d even imagined that there would be a vacant lot where the house had been.  But she’d out done his wildest dreams.  There was neither a vacant lot
nor an entrance-less house on that corner…for there was no corner. 

He didn’t know if it was just a glamour that only he could see, or if she had made it so it bespelled everyone.  The block she lived on no longer had a corner, and her house was gone.  But it looked so real, and as he walked about it, he found even the payphone gone.

Night after night Luca returned and stared, and stalked, and scented the night air, never once finding the merest whiff of her scent.  Not a flicker that anything of her had ever been there.  Even when he knocked on the door to the other houses on the block—all the other houses—he found nothing but real live human beings.  Somehow, someway, she was eluding him completely. 

Vampires do not dream.  Some say they have no souls, and thus no conscience to make them dream.  But Luca knew he had a soul.  It had punished him those first horrible months after the change; though no amount of guilt could keep the beast that prowled inside him from hunting, from cutting a swath of murder and blood across a continent.  He also knew that that soul, that conscience, had not stirred for most of his three hundred years as a vampire.  No, one didn’t lose their soul when they you were made vampire.  It just slowly withered from lack of use.  Oh, maybe god—if there was a god—maybe he slowly extracted your soul for each and every murder you committed.  That would explain it in a metaphysical, theological way.  And it would explain how sometimes he saw the perfect lack of a soul, one to mirror his own, when he would come across a truly vile murderer for his supper. 

But now, every time he killed he felt worse and worse.  Going out of his way just to hide the bodies, even when he was on the other side of the city from where the gypsy witch lived.  And the worse he felt, the more the guilt welled up inside him, the more he thought he was losing his mind. 

Had he ever really been caught in the beautiful witch’s trap?  Had she had her way with him?  Had she existed at all?

It was driving him mad. 

He even caught the silly blonde Min had saved from his clutches walking alone on the street mere days later.  He’d rushed her and pulled her into an alley. 
So silly, so stupid, so pathetic.
Min had told her to stay inside at night.  He had heard her tell her to stay in for the next couple of weeks.  And yet there she was, wandering the streets, unprotected.  And yet from the hysterical fear he smelled rolling off of her, she hadn’t thought she would run into him again.  She wasn’t suicidal, not out flaunting her neck cleavage sitting on a tombstone in a stinking cemetery.  No, she had just been out, with another female friend, and she had the smell of French food and wine still on her. 

She was also tan.  He could smell the sun on her skin as he leaned into her shivering, frightened body, and sank his fangs into her.  He was so hungry, he always was anymore.  And though he tried to force himself to feed every night, it wasn’t the two or three a night he had made his usual diet.  He was feeling all the weaker for it.  What he needed to do was to drain the witless blonde and then scare up another two…or more victims. 

But instead of languishing in the wonderful, terror spiced blood of the whimpering blonde, he began thinking of Min, and of how she had battled to save this one from him.

He pulled his teeth from her neck and looked down at her.  She was pale again, and her lips were slack.  She wasn’t to the point of passing out yet, but she was getting close.  What on earth did Min see in this creature?  Why in blazes had she risked herself to save this?

He moved away from her, suddenly unable to take her life, or anymore of her blood.  The blood in his mouth actually turned sour on his tongue.  He left her crying, though still on her feet, in that dank, stinking alley, and rushed off to haunt Min’s street again, wishing, hoping for a sign that she had existed at all.

Now Luca stood exactly where he’d stood a week ago, staring where he knew the house should have been, except of course it wasn’t.  He thought of the blonde who he hadn’t killed.  He hadn’t even drunk enough from the woman to quench his thirst.  He needed to get this whole thing out of his system before he starved to death, or went crazy from the hunger.  He’d seen it before.  Scared, crazed creatures, so starved they could no longer pass for human, even with vampire whiles.  They were nothing more than mindless monsters. 

She’d
called them revenants.  His sire had shown them to him when he was young, when he was trying to live off the blood of animals, which no matter how much he drank left him just as hungry, and more crazed afterward.  She’d shown them to him, being so very gentle—which was a thoroughly alien tact for her.   And then she’d helped him find a victim, for he was utterly out of it, weakened and monstrous looking, unable to morph from the feral bumpy forehead and frothing fangs…and he was filthy!  It had taken six feedings before his vampire face could be hidden again.  He’d lost so much more control than he’d realized. 

That night he’d pushed his conscience aside and never looked back for it.

Something, some sound pulled him from his reverie.  It was the missing payphone ringing once more from behind him.  He looked behind himself.  The pay phone was indeed back.  When he turned back the house was back too, only one window showing light in it.  It also had the witch staring out of it, phone in hand. 

Luca smiled.  He wasn’t crazy…or at least he hadn’t imagined the witch, or the sex…he may still be crazy though.  He moved toward the pay phone and snatched it from its cradle.  “I thought you’d never show yourself again…”

Nothing.  Not even breathing sounds.

“Tricky one you are.”  Still nothing. 

He turned and looked to the window, finding the expression on the witch’s face intriguing.  Not only was there primal need there still, but something surprising—loneliness.  He knew that one well.  He’d felt it so completely after s
he
had left him, abandoning him without any explanation.    He felt the urge to say something utterly humiliating, and it slid from his lips before he could stop it.  “I missed you.” 

A smile crept over her lips, those luscious, red lips.  And she laughed.  “I really almost believe that, vampire.”  He didn’t like her calling him that.  She knew his name, she should use it.  But he hadn’t used her name, and it was branded on his soul like it was burned there with a silver cross.  “Min…please.”

There was a look on the witch’s face, fleeting but definitely there.  Surprise, and then something deeper…
had
she missed him too?

Luca bit the inside of his cheek, the taste of his own blood not even enough to hold his attentions from her for long.  Why was he feeling…anything?  He was feeling such angst about what the witch thought…what Min thought, and about him.  He shouldn’t be feeling like this.  He should be feeling lust and hunger for her blood, and that was all.  Actually, he should be angry still, ready to rip the woman’s throat out for having used him, holding him to her against his will.  It was pathetic that one of his breed could’ve been so easily forced into servitude.  But of course that service had been the best, most mind blowing sex he’d ever experienced.  Would he let her bespell him again?  Or could he find a way around it this time and take her as she needed to be taken, as he burned to take her, as his beast craved. 

“You may come in the front door this time, vampire.”  The line went dead, and the window she had been in disappeared right before his eyes.  Actually, all the windows, and the chimney faded away as if they had never existed.  But the front door stood there, worn and sturdy, beckoning.  She would no doubt have set her trap again over the threshold of that door.  If he had any sense at all he would find another way in.  If anything else, letting her have dominion over his body meant she could stake him at any time.  He would have to be insane to let her bespell him again.  But he walked carefully to the door, and without another thought in his head he reached for the door knob.

~*~

Min had made good use of her week, reinforcing and expanding the wards around the house that same day, and using that night, and every free moment she had away from the shop since, to scour the tomes her sister had brought her.  But no matter how engrossed she tried to be in the books—what was truly important—she still fantasized and day dreamed of the vampire, her Luca. 

Ha,
her
Luca!  Maybe she was crazier than she’d thought.  Having the vampire come into her home, and then to let him go after she’d had her way with him—now that was truly the work of a lunatic.  Maybe all the pressure that was on her shoulders, suddenly being the head of the family, was too much?

She’d been working so hard on learning all she could from the books, and working nearly as hard at trying not to think about Luca…no, the vampire!  She had to stop thinking of him as a person.  She had to think of him as what he truly was, a merciless, soulless killer.  And then she read something in the Lydian grimoire that had to have been written by a deranged person, or at least a complete idiot. 

It was a vague reference to the souls of humans being restored by using—contorting—the soul of a vampire to snag it from the ether. 

She reread the passage, laughed—and the sound of it filled her with dread, it was the laugh of a mad woman.  Vampires did not have souls, of this she was certain.  She had killed enough of them, and her family had splayed enough of them over the last millennia, to know that as a fact. 

She slammed the volume shut.  Her shoulders had gone tight, a spill of curse words on the tip of her tongue.  Her frustration was hot enough it felt like anger.  And after she gave the old book a throw against the wall of the kitchen, that anger only doubled.  She didn’t like it, but the anger felt much better than the frustration.  She should throw things more often.  What kind of idiot wrote such obvious fallacies?  And what publisher, even back in ancient times, would have printed such garbage?

Well, she had only to look to the rather small self-help section she’d grudgingly put up at the store.  Most of those authors didn’t know jack about human emotions or the humans that had them.  She considered the whole genre a cruel cosmic joke.  She wondered what, if anything, the authors with alphabet soup behind their names had degrees in:  applied greeting card design, or more probable, creative writing.

Whichever it was, the fact that she’d wasted an entire night studying an obviously fraudulent book made her mad enough to scream.  She wanted that long dead author there in front of her so she could shove that book straight up his ass!

She took in a great breath and let it out slowly.  She needed to get this out of her system.  She had another three books to start in on, and she needed to squeeze in about a week’s worth of balancing the books.  Andy was great with the customers, and she kept the stocking and special orders flowing like a well oiled machine.  She just couldn’t stand or sit still long enough—and didn’t want to—to deal with long columns of ciphers all in a row.  That had always been Min’s job, even when her mother had been there.  Neither Andy nor Katarina had had the least bit of interest in the business side of the shop.

Thankfully they both had the talent for selling things.  They just seemed to know exactly what a customer couldn’t live without. 

Min scowled at the store’s ledger, lying innocently on the counter by her purse.  She was so on edge her hands were balled up in fists and she had the sudden desire to throw the ledger across the room too.  She needed some kind of release.

Her inner voice didn’t even say anything.  It sounded more like a contented sigh, maybe a whimsical hum.  Whatever it was, Min knew exactly what it was suggesting.  There was a sexually insatiable vampire somewhere out there, and she’d already set gris-gris at every possible entrance to the house.  That added to the intricate and mightily effective wards and protection spells she decked the house out in, would allow her even more control over the vampire than she’d had the last time. 

But it’s so stupid…so dangerous…you’re flirting with death…

She felt her shoulders tighten as her inner voice argued with her more sensible side.

But you own that fiend.  You’ve already proven you can make him your sex toy.  And what good is a toy unless you play with it?

But you shouldn’t have a sex toy that could kill you.  Why would you want something like that?

Min felt her shoulders relax as she whispered, “But I do.”

That was when she decided it was time to let the vampire in again.  She needed the break, and the sex, and…how pathetic was she…she actually missed the murderous fiend.  And though she hadn’t looked outside, not even once, all these nights since she’d had him, she knew he’d been out there, waiting for her.  She could feel him. 

She’d tried to block it out, but now she simply opened herself up the slightest bit, and there he was, waiting for her. 

She shouldn’t do this.  It was so stupid.  But she moved to the window, looked out, and there he was, exactly where he’d been waiting for her that first night.