Dark Bites

  She looked aghast at the very idea. "No. Never."

  "Why do you like being around me?"

  "You make me happy."

  He frowned. "I made you cry."

  "Only a little."

  "And still you want to be with me?"

  "Of course I do."

  The woman was the greatest fool in history.

  He knew he didn't have long before M'Ordant would find them. He'd brought her to his land to help mask what he'd done, but it wouldn't shield the tag permanently.

  But before he returned her, he wanted to share one last piece of himself with her before he said good-bye to her forever.

  V'Aidan moved away and pointed out to the horizon that his special perch looked out onto. "Did you know you can see the edge of the world from here?"

  "Excuse me?"

  He smiled. "It's true. See that gold glinting in the sunlight? That's where the human world begins."

  "Where are we?"

  "This is the Vanishing Isle. Greek sailors used to believe they would come here when they died so that they could always be near the ocean."

  "And why do they call it the Vanishing Isle?" she asked.

  "Because you can only see it for a few minutes at sunup and sundown. Much like the pot of gold at the end of a rainbow, you can try to reach it, but you never will."

  She looked up at him. "Are you really a Greek god?"

  "Would it scare you if I were?"

  "Do you want me to fear you?"

  V'Aidan hesitated at her question. It was the answer that truly surprised him. "No, I don't."

  She smiled a smile that shook him all the way to his heart. "Is this where you live?"

  "Sometimes."

  "Why only sometimes?"

  "There are certain times of the year when I am banned from here."

  Her brows drew together into a concerned frown. "Why?"

  "The other gods don't like my kind. I am a pariah to all."

  "Why would they feel that way? You are a champion."

  "Not really. I'm a dream master and not what you see. I'm nothing more than the image you have made for me, but in reality I have no substance. No feelings."

  "I don't believe that. A man without feelings would never have helped me the way you have."

  He fingered her cheek. "You are so naive. Are all women like you?"

  "No," she said with a devilish gleam in her eyes. "I've been told many times that I am highly unusual."

  V'Aidan dipped his head down and took possession of her mouth. Erin sighed as she fisted her hands in the folds of his black shirt. "You taste like heaven," she breathed.

  He needed to let her go. It was time.

  But...

  He couldn't do it.

  Zeus have mercy on him, he couldn't send her back. Not when all he really wanted to do was hold on to her for the rest of eternity.

  The air around them sizzled with electricity as the sky above turned dark. Erin trembled in his arms.

  "What is that?" she whispered.

  It was his death.

  "Don't worry, akribos," he said, "I will protect you." The emotion behind the words stunned him most of all. He meant them, and for the first time ever he understood them.

  Suddenly one of Zeus's lightning bolts hit the ground, driving them apart.

  Erin fell several yards from V'Aidan.

  V'Aidan tried to reach her, but before he could, ten demon Skoti appeared and surrounded her.

  In her snake form, Krysti'Ana laughed, the sound cackling louder than thunder. "Tell me, human," she lisped. "What do you fear more? Dying yourself or seeing him die in your place?"

  "Let her go," V'Aidan said, rising to his feet. He summoned his black armor to shield him and he pulled his sword from the air around them.

  "Never," Krysti'Ana said with a laugh. "I need her ideas. I need her mind. Look at you. Look at me. See what she has done to us? You didn't make her weaker by releasing her creativity. You made her stronger. I have never been so powerful."

  It was true. Erin's mind, her depth of spirit, was a treasure. One he had sworn to himself that he would protect at any cost. "Release her, or I will kill you." He pierced each of the Skoti with a murderous glance. "All of you."

  Krysti'Ana laughed even harder at that. "You are forbidden to take my life."

  "Forbidden or not, I will kill you before I see her harmed."

  Erin watched in terror as the Skoti attacked V'Aidan. He fought them with his sword and arms, but he was outnumbered. It was futile. They flew at him, tearing his skin with their claws, shredding his armor.

  The she-snake caught him with her tail and slammed him into a tree.

  V'Aidan's entire body throbbed as he tried to push himself to his feet. In his human form, he didn't stand a chance against so many of them. He couldn't teleport out and leave Erin behind, and without touching her he couldn't teleport out with her.

  "What's the matter, little brother?" Krysti'Ana taunted. "Why do you not change to fight me?"

  V'Aidan glanced to Erin and he knew why. He didn't want to frighten her. He only wanted...

  He only wanted her love.

  The thought tore through him. He was to never know such. Was beyond it. But still the need was there. Aching. Yearning.

  V'Aidan struggled to breathe. He could live and lose the possibility of her love forever or he could be what she thought he was and die in this human form.

  If he died, she would have no one to protect her...

  Lost and unsure, he did what he'd never done before.

  He called for help. "Hypnos!"

  The god's reply came in the form of M'Ordant.

  The Skoti backed down, circling back to Erin and Krysti'Ana in a protective circle.

  M'Ordant approached him slowly, his face completely void of any emotion. "What would you have Hypnos do, V'Aidan? Would you have him offer you mercy for your crimes? Tell me, is there any rule made which you have not broken?"

  "I..." He looked to Erin as she struggled against the Skotos holding her. Deep in his heart he had known what Hypnos's answer would be. He was nothing to the gods. Nothing to anyone.

  But at least this way, Erin would be returned to her world and she would be free of the Skoti forever. "Protect her for me."

  M'Ordant arched a brow at that. "For you? My job is to protect her from you." M'Ordant turned to face the Skoti. "He is yours to do with as you please. The woman, however, belongs to me."

  V'Aidan felt the foreign sensation of tears in his eyes as he looked at Erin.

  She was safe.

  As for him...

  He didn't want to live without her anyway.

  Sinking to his knees, he dropped his sword and waited for the Skoti to carry out his sentence.

  Erin screamed as she realized the monsters intended to kill V'Aidan. They circled around him like hungry lions stalking prey.

  "Come," the unknown man said, taking her by the arm.

  "They're going to kill him."

  "If they don't kill him, I will."

  "Why?"

  He didn't answer. Erin felt the familiar pull of the Oneroi trying to send her home.

  But she wouldn't go. She wouldn't leave V'Aidan alone to face the monsters.

  Twisting out of M'Ordant's hold, she ran toward the Skoti and shoved her way through them.

  She found V'Aidan on the ground, covered in blood. His armor in pieces around him, he lay helpless.

  V'Aidan felt someone tugging at him. The desperate, grasping hands hurt him even more as they rolled him to his back. He looked up, expecting to see Krysti'Ana poised to end his life, but instead he met the dark brown eyes of heaven.

  Erin wrapped herself around him, shielded him with her body as she willed herself to wake up. He heard her loud thoughts screaming in his head.

  He wanted to tell her to go but couldn't.

  His strength gone, V'Aidan could do nothing more than wrap his arms around her and cradle her gently. Her tears stung his wounds and he
wanted to tell her not to cry for him. He wasn't worth it.

  He'd never been worth anything until she had taught him kindness.

  He heard M'Ordant trying to get through the Skoti to pull Erin back, but the Skoti refused.

  "I'll have them both," Krysti'Ana snarled. "His life and her mind."

  Closing his eyes, V'Aidan summoned the last of his powers. He kissed Erin on the lips, then sent her home.

  As she shimmered out of his world, V'Aidan felt himself slipping, sliding down a deep hole. The world shifted and spun. Too weak to fight it, he allowed himself to go wherever it took him, and he was sure that place would be Tartarus.

  Not that it mattered. Any day without Erin in his life was hell.

  Erin woke up from her nightmare with a jerk and a scream lodged in her throat. She couldn't be back, not without V'Aidan. She had reached down deep inside her and had fastened on to him with all she possessed.

  Her eyes were clenched shut. She didn't want to open them yet.

  Didn't want to know that she had left him behind to die.

  There had to be some way back to him. Some way to save him.

  Her heart pounding, she felt something shift beneath her.

  Opening her eyes, she realized she was back in her bed... and lying draped over a naked and bleeding V'Aidan.

  5

  "Ow," V'Aidan said as he lay in stunned disbelief. His entire being ached from his wounds, but then he'd suffered a lot worse beatings than this.

  Still, in this "real" physical body it hurt so much that he could do nothing more than shake from the weight of the pain.

  The only thing that made it bearable was Erin's presence. The softness of her body on his.

  And quick on the heels of that thought came the one that if she had managed to bring him here, the others would follow to reclaim him.

  V'Aidan had no fear for himself, only that they would come while he was too weak to protect her.

  "Oh my gosh, it's you. It's really you!"

  Erin reached up and touched his swollen jaw where one of the creatures had struck him hard. She brushed his hair back from his forehead and caught the panicked look in his eyes before he shielded it.

  Even though bruises and cuts marred his face, she'd never seen anything more spectacular than V'Aidan alive and in her bed.

  He was human.

  She didn't know how she had managed it. Maybe it was her determination combined with his powers that had been forcing her away from him. Maybe it was a lot of things.

  But all that mattered right now was that he was here with her. He wasn't a dream.

  V'Aidan was a real-life man.

  "I have to get out of here," he said, trying to get up. "I don't belong here."

  No, he belonged to her dreams, and yet...

  He was actually here. With her.

  "I'm bleeding?" he asked, looking at his arm in disbelief. "Is this blood? This is blood. I'm bleeding."

  She nodded, torn between the desire to cry for his wounds and to laugh out loud that she had somehow managed to bring him back with her.

  "I need to get you to a doctor."

  "No!" He winced. "I'm not supposed to be here. I'm not..."

  V'Aidan paused. "I'm not human." He closed his eyes to teleport himself home. It didn't work.

  Over and over he tried, and over and over he failed.

  His heart pounded. It had been untold millennia since he had walked the mortal realm.

  He'd forgotten the vividness of this world. The brightness of the colors and sharpness of sounds and smells.

  Erin slid off the bed and disappeared while he tried to sort through it. How could he be here where she could see him?

  How could he bleed real blood?

  It had to be the fact that his demigod essence had been drained out of him during his beating.

  The only way to kill a god was to remove all powers from him, which was what the Skoti had been doing. Erin's mind must have found some way to bring him over the threshold in that last moment before he died.

  He should be in Tartarus by now, paying for his crimes for the rest of eternity. But somehow she had saved him. Somehow she had brought him here. There was no other explanation.

  The power of her mind and spirit was phenomenal.

  Erin returned with a damp washcloth. Carefully she wiped the blood from his face and body.

  V'Aidan trembled at the softness of her hand and the way the cloth felt gliding over his flesh. She was always so kind. Until her, he had never understood that concept. Never known what it was to help someone else.

  Before he realized what he was doing, he captured her lips, then winced as pain swept along his swollen jaw.

  "Ow," he said again, pulling back.

  Erin slid her hands over his chest as she inspected his wounds. In dreams, her touch had been muted, now it possessed a tender heat unimaginable. It left him breathless and raw.

  V'Aidan reached out and cupped her face so that he could study her beautiful features. "Why are you helping me?"

  "Because you need it."

  He couldn't fathom such an unselfish reason. Such things didn't exist in his realm.

  "You need to rest."

  "I need clothes," he said.

  "I will have to buy you some."

  "Buy?"

  "Purchase. You don't just walk into a store and have them give you what you need."

  V'Aidan listened to the patience in her voice. Patience he wasn't used to. He knew so little about her human world. He'd been relegated to viewing it through the distortions of dreams and nightmares.

  The pain inside him, he did know. It was the only emotion left to his kind. It was why they invaded human sleep. There they could feel other things. Even muted emotions were better than none at all.

  "Would you... please," he forced the foreign word out, "get me some clothes?"

  "Yes."

  Incredible. She was so willing to help him. He was baffled by it. Slowly, carefully, he left the bed and walked around her room.

  Erin's entire body shook as she left him to fetch a tape measure. How could this be real?

  Was she still dreaming? There was a surrealness to this that made it seem like fantasy, and yet...

  She cursed as she stubbed her toe against the plant stand in her living room.

  No, that pain was real.

  This wasn't a dream. V'Aidan was really in her world, and if she had pulled him here, maybe, just maybe, she could keep him here.

  Erin! What are you thinking? A man like V'Aidan doesn't belong here. He's not even human.

  And yet he was more human, more man, than anyone else she'd ever known.

  She didn't want him to leave. And that thought frightened her most of all.

  V'Aidan looked up as Erin returned a few minutes later with a strange cloth coil. "What is that?" he asked as she approached him while unwinding it.

  "It's a tape measure. I need to know your size to buy your pants."

  She wrapped a portion of it around his waist, her hands raising chills on his body, her touch raising another part of him as well.

  "Thirty-three waist," she said, her breath falling on his chest.

  She sank to her knees before him.

  V'Aidan shivered at the sight of her brown hair between his knees as she bent to place one edge of the tape on the floor by his foot. She ran it up the inside of his leg.

  Erin swallowed at the strength of his body. And when she reached his groin, her heart pounded. He was rigid and hard, and when her hand lightly brushed his sac, he hissed sharply.

  "Thirty-six," she said absently, her gaze catching his.

  The heat there was intense, and for the first time, she was actually afraid of him. He was a living man now, one who could possess who knew what strengths and powers in this world.

  And they were alone in her house.

  V'Aidan took her hand in his and led it to his erection. "I need you to touch me, Erin," he whispered, trailing her hand down the leng
th of his shaft. He shivered from her softness. "I need to know that this is real and not... not a dream."

  Because deep in his heart he was afraid this was nothing more than Hades tormenting him already. Perhaps he was dead and this was the way they intended to torture him.

  Erin quivered at the sensation of his hard, hot manhood in her palm, and his strong, tapered hand leading her strokes. In her dreams, she'd always been uninhibited with him. Her phantom lover had never been real, only a figment of her imagination.

  But it was a living, warm body she touched now. One of flesh and blood. A beautiful, masculine body that made her quiver and burn with something more than lust.

  The look in his eyes scorched her. And she knew what he wanted. He wanted comfort. He needed to know that she still cared for him. Even in this world that was alien to him.

  Was he as afraid of all this as she was?

  How long could they be together before their respective worlds tore them apart?

  V'Aidan knew he should release her, yet he couldn't bring himself to do it. He needed her. Needed her touch in a way that defied explanation.

  She rose up on her knees and, to his utter shock, placed her mouth on him. He moaned at the feeling of her lips against the tip of his shaft, of her hot tongue stroking him. She cupped him gently with one hand, stroking his sac in time with the flicks of her tongue against him.

  Never had anyone touched him like this. He felt weak before her. Powerless against her.

  And in that moment, he knew he would never again be able to let her go.

  Dear Zeus, what was he to do?

  She was mortal and he...

  He was cursed.

  Erin stroked and soothed him, and when he released himself she didn't pull away.

  Only when he was drained and weak did she pull back and look up at him. Then slowly, meticulously, she kissed her way up his body until she stood before him.

  "It'll all be okay, V'Aidan," she whispered. "I promise."

  No, it wouldn't. He knew better. There was no way to hide from the others. Sooner or later, they would come.

  But he didn't want to scare her. Someway, he would protect her. No matter the cost to him.

  He gathered her into his arms and held her close. If he could, he would fly her away from here. Take her back to the Vanishing Isle and keep her forever.

  And then he felt it. Felt the evil presence of his sister. The hairs on the back of his neck rose. In this condition he would never be able to stop Krysti'Ana.

  The phone rang.

  "I'll be right back."

  He released her; all the while he looked around trying to find Krysti'Ana. Her malevolence washed over him. Somehow she knew he was here.