Wait for Dusk (21 page)

We hadn’t had a real chance at making this work. He was a hunter and I was his prey. Did I really think that he could ever come to care for me? It was impossible. Danaus longed to be a real, normal human. It was understandable that he would be attracted to the thing he wanted more than his next breath. I represented everything he didn’t want to be, everything he didn’t want to be a part of. His enemy.

If Danaus wasn’t going to help me, then I had to find a way to help myself. I wasn’t about to curl up and die just because I could no longer rely on the hunter to protect my back when I was at my most vulnerable. Closing my eyes, I reached out with my mind, seeking the one person left in the area that I felt would prefer to see me rise the next night. Valerio instantly reacted to my mental touch. I could sense his immediate concern and unease. No words had been necessary. He knew that something terrible was wrong. But then, above everyone else, Valerio knew me best. Maybe even better than Jabari.

I didn’t even have a chance to regain my feet before he appeared in the hotel suite, still wrapped in his thick coat and scarf. He looked down at me for only a second before scanning the rest of the suite with his eyes and his powers to determine that we were truly alone.

“Did I disturb you in the middle of someone?” I asked as I pushed off the floor with one hand. I was too tired to even use my powers to rise to my feet. Valerio reached out and caught my free hand, helping me.

“No one is more important to me than you,” he said smoothly, causing one corner of my mouth to quirk at the pretty lie. “Where is the vampire hunter?”

I looked down at his chest, avoiding his question with one of my own. “Can I stay with you? I am assuming that you’re flitting back and forth from Vienna each night.”

“Of course you can spend your day with me.” Valerio reached up and smoothed some hair away from the side of my face. He laid his hand under my chin and forced me to look up at him. “What has happened? Where is Danaus?”

I stepped away from Valerio and forced my shoulders to straighten as I took a couple steps over to one of the chairs in the living area. “He left.” Those two words sounded indifferent, but something inside of me fractured, leaving shards digging into my soul.

“Why?”

“He wants to free Sofia.”

Valerio’s footsteps were muffled on the thick carpet as he approached me. He laid a hand against my lower back as he came to stand beside me. “And you told him no.” I remained silent, staring blindly at the wall opposite me. “You did the right thing. Sofia is just a pet, and you can’t go interfering where it won’t benefit you.”

“He’s convinced that she wants her freedom and he is determined to help her.”

He slid his fingers up my spine in a reassuring caress. “She made her choice. If she wanted her freedom so badly, she should never have agreed to give her life over to Veyron.”

“Danaus doesn’t see it that way. She’s human and wants out. He has to protect her from us.”

Valerio reached around and gently grabbed both of my shoulders so he could turn me to face him. “Mira, dearest.” I tried to pull out of his grasp, but he refused to release me. “He’s a hunter. He’s human. Not one of us. He doesn’t understand our world, he can’t. A blind man could have seen what was happening between you two, and I hate to tell you that it just won’t work.”

I knew I wanted the impossible, and I didn’t need to hear how wrong I had been from Valerio. It was like twisting the knife in my heart a little more so that I would finally learn my lesson not to care for anyone. Others in my life had died because of their association with me. Danaus, on the other hand, had chosen to walk away from me. For a moment I couldn’t decide what was worse.

“He left. I think he went to free Sofia during the day,” I whispered, resting my forehead against Valerio’s shoulder.

“Then you stay with me. We’ll deal with the repercussions tomorrow evening,” he said. I didn’t need to tell him that Danaus had chosen to protect the human over me, or that Veyron would undoubtedly send men to kill me during the day. I didn’t need to actually say the words. Valerio knew and he was willing to take me in.

“Don’t tell Stefan,” I said, wrapping one arm around his waist.

“I won’t.” He brushed a gentle kiss across my temple. “But you have to remember that we’ve all had troubles with a human every once in a while during our long lifetimes. I’m sure Stefan has had his fair share of problems.”

“Yes, but if the others find out that there has been a . . . a falling out between Danaus and me, they may take that as a sign to start hunting him.”

Valerio pulled back so he could look me in the face. “You’re still protecting him?”

Leaning back into Valerio, I nodded. I had pulled Danaus into these dark waters, and I wasn’t about to leave him to the sharks. We might not see eye-to-eye on some matters, but that did not mean I was willing to turn my back on him. I just couldn’t. I still needed him.

Chapter Fifteen

W
hen we disappeared from my hotel room, I naturally assumed that I would be seeing the richly decorated rooms of Valerio’s Vienna home when we reappeared. Instead I found myself wrapped in Valerio’s arms outside the Nyugati train station in Pest. Pushing against him, I moved out of his embrace as I scanned the region. I could feel Valerio’s powers blanketing us, so no one saw us suddenly pop into existence in this part of town beyond the handful of nightwalkers I could sense in the immediate area.

I shoved a heavy lock of hair out of my face and paced away from my companion. “What are we doing here? I thought we were going back to your place.”

“The night is still so young, Mira.” Valerio reached for me again, but I dodged his grasp as I walked away from the noise of the train station. Despite the late hour, a heavy crowd of people lingered in the area nearby, along with a mix of nightwalkers. My heels crunched in the dirty grit of the street and I found myself tightening my arms on my chest as the wind picked up.

“What do you have in mind?”

“You just became the keeper of Budapest,” he said, throwing his arms out wide. “Don’t you think you should celebrate? Maybe spend a little time with your people?”

“Knock some heads around and instill some fear,” suggested Stefan as he stepped out of the shadows nearby, joining us.

I frowned and shook my head as an uneasy feeling sank into the pit of my stomach. I had lost Danaus, and now Valerio and Stefan were drawing me deeper into their own plans. I didn’t like this at all. “So how long have you two been planning this little party for me?” I asked, forcing a smile onto my lips.

“Since you announced that you were the new keeper,” Stefan said, matching my smile.

“It is tradition, Mira,” Valerio interjected quickly. “Anytime there is a change in leadership, it’s customary for the new leader to go out and be seen among her people.”

What Valerio and Stefan were truly saying was that it was customary for the new keeper of a domain to go out and sacrifice a few nightwalkers as a way of officially kicking off their reign—washing it in blood. They weren’t lying, no matter how much I wished at the moment that they were. I had started my own reign of Savannah in a tide of blood. While our numbers had been small at the time, more than half of the nightwalkers in Savannah and the surrounding regions died when I declared that I was the new keeper of the area.

Unfortunately, after last night’s bloodbath and my fight with Danaus, I found myself no longer wishing to wash the world in the blood of those around me. I wanted to slip into a dark quiet corner and let the world forget about me. I wanted to escape the notice of the naturi, and Nick, and the coven. But standing there in the cold with Valerio and Stefan, I knew I wasn’t going to get that. I was a powerful nightwalker, a coven Elder who had just claimed one of the oldest cities in Central Europe as her domain. It was expected of me to make an appearance and shed some blood.

I swallowed a heavy sigh as I straightened my shoulders and turned my attention to Valerio, who had been watching me far too closely. After my falling out with Danaus, he knew that I was feeling more than a little weak and vulnerable. He was trying to cheer me up the only way he knew how—with violence and chaos.

“So what place have you chosen for me to make my appearance? I would prefer for it to have a large impact on the nightwalker population, since we shall be dealing with the shifters tomorrow night,” I announced, trying to keep my voice sounding bland and even a little bored.

Valerio’s smile widened. He could see right through me, but at least he knew that I was willing to go along with his little game. “You’re going to love this place. From what I had been able to tell, it’s popular with both the tourists and the locals. It’s open late and draws a huge bloodsucker crowd. It’s the perfect place for us. It’s called Bahnhof and it’s just behind the train station.”

I shrugged my shoulders, shoved my hands into the pockets of my slacks and followed both Stefan and Valerio through the street. We carefully wove our way through the crowd and used a little bit of mind manipulation to get through the front door ahead of the line of people waiting to enter the bar. I paused at the entrance, some of the tension easing from my shoulders at the pounding music. From floor to ceiling the place was decorated in old railroad memorabilia, which only seemed fitting since the place was right next to Nuygati train station.

We slowly pressed through the crowd of humans, making a sweep of the two separate dance floors as well as the different secret niches modeled after railway cars. I could feel the eyes of every nightwalker on us as we walked through the place. They remained silent observers for now. As far as they knew, we were trespassing in their private domain. Of course, they could have also heard about last night’s slaughter as the Széchenyi Baths. Either way, they were giving us some space for now, but it was only a matter of time. I was waiting to see who blinked first. Considering that Stefan’s lone assistant hadn’t escaped the city, I was willing to bet that the nightwalkers of Bahnhof were going to press us first. I just needed to give them a proper reason.

It didn’t take me long to find it. Toward the back of the train-themed dance club was a private car filled with nightwalkers and the human pets that clung to them like bits of fleshy jewelry. This was the exclusive club car. The so-called best seat in the house. And naturally, being the new keeper of Budapest, this had to be my seat.

I stood in the doorway and smiled down at them in silence, my arms hanging loose at my sides. They all looked at me with varying degrees of dislike and disinterest. One female seated farthest from the entrance into the secluded area frowned at me as she unwrapped her arm from around the shoulders of a thin, sickly white human with wind-blown hair.

“This is a private party. It would be best if you left,” she warned, leaning forward on the table. Considering that nearly twenty people were crammed into the tiny area, the table was littered with surprisingly few drinks. There were more nightwalkers than humans in that tight region, and no one was bothering to keep up appearances that they were just average customers of the club. This behavior simply wouldn’t do.

“Yes,” I said in a low hiss as my smile widened. “This is a private party and we have come for this set of seats.”

A low round of laughter rumbled through the car as they shifted restlessly in their chairs. I smiled, chuckling as well. I was older than all of them. This wasn’t going to be a contest. This was going to be a slaughter.

Keep anyone from escaping out onto the main floor. I don’t want to cause a panic among the humans,
I directed Valerio and Stefan.

You’re determined to drain all the fun out of this, aren’t you?
Valerio whined.

I’ll leave the humans to you and Stefan. I just want the nightwalkers.

“And where do you get this notion that we’re going to move for you?” the female demanded. “You don’t belong here. You should leave this city and go back to your own home.” This time I felt a not so subtle mental shove as she tried to mentally direct me to do her bidding. It lacked finesse, strength, and even cunning. It was both crass and insulting that she even attempted it on someone of my years and experience.

I didn’t even give her a chance to move. In a flash I reached across the table, grabbed her by the throat, and dragged her across the tabletop. Drinks were sent flying in every direction, but the sound of breaking glass could barely be heard over the roar of music coming from the other end of the club. Pinning her to the table with one hand, I raised the other above my head and bathed it in flickering blue flames so that I now had everyone’s full attention.

“Listen to me, you worthless piece of chum, I am Mira. I am the Fire Starter, a coven Elder, and the keeper of Budapest. Do you know what that makes you?” I growled, leaning close so that all she could see were my glowing lavender eyes and long white fangs. The female shook her head as she held the hand wrapped around her neck with two trembling hands. “My personal plaything for the rest of the evening. If you’re lucky, you’ll prove to me exactly why your maker didn’t kill you the second you were reborn, because right now you’re seeming extremely useless to me.”

Two humans stupidly attempted to rush me at the same time in hopes of freeing their precious companion. Throwing the female nightwalker back to where she had been seated earlier, I didn’t hesitate as I snapped both their necks in the blink of an eye and set another nightwalker on fire for edging too close to me.

Chaos erupted in the small booth at the sight of the fire. I stopped thinking and only reacted to the hands reaching for me and the knives that suddenly appeared, glinting in the firelight. After nights of running and fighting naturi, bori, and nightwalkers, I just stopped thinking and let my emotions run free. Limbs were ripped and broken. Screams were quickly muffled, lost in the roar of music that rumbled through the club. Valerio and Stefan appeared beside me, splashed with blood and smiling like devils at the carnage spread before them. In a matter of only seconds twenty people lay dead, both nightwalkers and humans. Hadn’t even thought about it.