I licked his throat, and he seized me by the hair, jerked my head to one side, and sank his fangs into my neck. His rough urgency shoved me over into orgasm, and I brought my knees up and met him thrust for thrust. I had another one and was trying for big number three when he shuddered and his head dropped to my shoulder.
“So,” I said after a moment, “you’re gonna need a new coat.”
He laughed. “Among other things.”
I stuck out my arm and looked at my watch over his shoulder. “Well, we’ve got about an hour until the sun comes up. I was gonna run down to Scratch, but I guess I could do that tomorrow.”
“Is it time for the tiresome small talk?”
“I was thinking it was time for the oral sex.”
He rolled off me, jumped to his feet, picked me up in his arms, and galloped to my room.
Chapter 12
“Dare I ask what prompted this change of heart?” he asked after slamming the door shut with his heel and dumping me in the middle of the bed.
“It’s boring,” I replied, removing the shreds of my clothes. “Besides, you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the crotch.”
“A cliché that should be cross-stitched onto a sampler, no doubt.” He was hopping on one foot as he frantically tried to remove his shoe, and I laughed at the sight.
I had a thought, there in my head and almost gone, but I groped for it and got it. I wondered why I hadn’t been able to read Sinclair’s mind during sex, as I had always been able to do so before.
Well, my head had been a lot emptier before. There was room for him in there while we were boning away. But there wasn’t room for him anymore. That was all right with me, though. A lot of things were going to be different from now on.
Finally he was rid of the stupid things and joined me on the bed. “I am glad you’re here,” he told me. “I’ve waited a long time.”
“Lover, the waiting’s over. I think it’s safe to say I’m finally in a position to appreciate all your excellent qualities.”
And speaking of positions, we sixty-nined for a while—the cool thing about being a vampire? You don’t need to stop to catch your breath. He was all the way down my throat and it didn’t bother me a bit. We’d have to find someone to come in and fix the headboard, though…it was cracked right down the middle. One of us had kicked it—well, at one point we’d both kicked it.
After a while I climbed on top of him (Heigh-ho Silver, awaaaaay!) and was happily bouncing my way toward yet another orgasm when I heard the unmistakable sound of a car pulling into the drive.
“Who’s that?” I asked, looking at my watch again. Hmm. Fifteen minutes until sunrise. Vampire?
“Tina,” he groaned. “Do you think you could focus on the matter at hand, darling?”
Tina! Little Miss “You’re the Queen but Sinclair’s my boy” backstabber. So quick with the “Your Majesty” routine and so quick to sabotage me, leave me in the dark, do anything she could, every damn time, to make sure Sinclair came out on top.
I needed him; I sure as shit didn’t need her. She was old—the oldest vampire I knew—and she was dangerous.
I had to get rid of her.
I dismounted and groped for my robe, which was hanging off the door to the master bath. No time to get properly dressed; I wanted to take care of this now.
“Elizabeth!” Sinclair sounded equal parts aggrieved and surprised. “Do you have an appointment you’ve forgotten?”
“Yeah.” Just a little something I should have done six months ago. “I’ll be back. Don’t finish without me.”
“But—” I was already hurrying down the hallway and didn’t hear the rest. Sex with him was always super, and I’d get back to it soon enough, but this was a lot more important. The last thing I needed in my house was an infinitely old, infinitely crafty vampire who didn’t have my best interests at heart.
Besides, there were plenty more where she came from. Younger. Less dangerous. Certainly less annoying. And my boy Sinclair wasn’t going anywhere. He practically had a leash and a collar.
I caught up with Tina in the front entryway; she had just shut the door. I guess I’d really jammed down those stairs.
“Good morning, Your M—” Then she screamed. Possibly because I’d taken the small gold cross out of my robe pocket and thrown it at her.
Sinclair had given me the delicate necklace a few months ago (it had formerly belonged to his ages-dead baby sis). I couldn’t wear it around the house; it hurt Sinclair and Tina to look at it, not to mention any vampire who wanted to come calling.
But (and this is the dopey part) I liked to keep it close. So it was usually in the pocket of my jeans or, at bedtime, my robe.
“Tina, in case you haven’t noticed, I’ve had just about enough of your shit.”
“Don’t—don’t—” She’d dodged and was cringing in the corner. “Don’t do that!”
“Don’t ever tell me don’t.” Hmm, that had sounded more menacing in my head. Oh well. She’d catch up with current events soon enough. Out with the old, in with the new. And all that.
“What’s happened?” she cried.
I sent a fist looping toward her face for an answer, but she was too quick, and next thing I knew I was wrist-deep in the wall.
“Dammit!” I pulled my hand out and shook the plaster dust off. When I had someone call the headboard repairer, I’d also have them get a wallpaper hanger in here and have someone build a new door.
But first, back to the business at hand. I looked around for the cross. I could jam that sucker right through her forehead and bye-bye Tina; she’d die screaming and that was fine, as long as she died.
Ah! There it was, on the floor beside the small table we dumped our house keys on. I bent for it—and Tina grabbed my shoulder and pulled me back so hard I went sailing into the opposite wall.
“Hey!” Now I really wanted to kill her. “You keep your hands to yourself, you fucking cow.”
“I’m sorry, Majesty.” She was standing perfectly still, well to the left of the cross. She watched me carefully and with interest, like a cat watches a mouse hole. “But I’m not going to let you kill me. I want to help you. What’s wrong?”
“Help me by standing still,” I replied, and launched myself at her. And got a kick to the chest for my trouble, and broke a chair as I hit the ground.
Damn! “You’ve kept in shape the last hundred years or so.”
“It’s one of the advantages of being immortal,” she said calmly. It was actually sort of impressive how quickly she’d gone from flabbergasted surprise to cool assessment. Like I needed another reason to kill her. “Plenty of time to learn how to fight. What’s happened?”
“Nothing much. Got some light reading done earlier tonight. The good news is, I know all about my sister. The bad news is, you’re gonna have to go, Tina. Sorry.”
“She’s gone crazy, Tina, watch out.” I looked. Jessica was standing in one of the doorways, gray-faced and bloody. She had a palm pressed to her forehead, stanching the yummy flow of blood. How had I let her sneak up on us? Son of a bitch! This house had too many people in it, and all but one or two were gonna have to go.
Jessica swayed a little and clutched the doorframe to steady herself. “I mean really crazy. I think—I think she read the Book for too long.”
“I gathered. Oh, Majesty.” Tina shook her head. “What are we going to do with you?”
This was annoying, to put it mildly. “You, shut the fuck up. And get lost; this is vampire business. And you, stand still.” I crossed the room too quickly for Tina to see—except she did see and easily avoided me. That was okay; it brought me much closer to the cross. I bent to get it. I’d ax Tina, and then I’d tool up on Jessica so bad, she’d be more worried about her iron lung than ratting me out ever again.
I heard the whoosh a split second before I felt the impact. The sun must have come up early, because my skull was filled with light.
Then the sun fell down. And so did I.
/> Chapter 13
I groaned and opened my eyes. The hangover was incredible. Had I read a book or downed a liter of vodka?
The light made me blink, and I tried to process the eighty zillion thoughts rocketing through my head. There was one tiny bit of good to come out of the whole mess: I knew a lot more about the devil’s daughter. But there were other issues I had to—
Wait a minute.
The light?
I looked. I was in a small room on the west side of the house; there was no furniture, but it had a good solid oak door. In fact, it was going to be the wine cellar until Sinclair pointed out that we couldn’t keep wine in a room with so much light, the big know-it-all. So the bottles had been moved to the basement, and this room had stood empty and…
The light.
It was the sun.
I climbed to my feet—I was still in my robe—and walked over to the window.
The sun.
I stared. Then I stared some more. The big golden ball was just about level with the tree line; it looked like late afternoon to me.
I hadn’t seen the sun since my thirtieth birthday, way back in April.
I’d read the Book of the Dead and let it turn me into a real asshole. That was bad. Very, very bad. But in return, I could now wake up when it was still daylight out. That was good. Very, very good.
And since I was the Queen and the sun didn’t burn me, I could go out. Walk around and feel the light on my face, the warmth.
I tried to pull the window up, but it wouldn’t budge. The mansion had so many rooms and there were so few people living in it, the window probably hadn’t been opened in fifty years or more.
Too impatient to mess with prying, too wild to get outside, I broke the window with my fist and punched out the bigger pieces. Then I dove through it, feeling like Starsky. Or Hutch—which one was the blond again?
I thudded to the ground two stories below, spat out the dirt, and flopped over on my back to soak up the sunshine. The grass was chilly (it was a mild October for Minnesota, but it was still October), but I didn’t care. The sun wouldn’t be up much longer, but I didn’t care. I had some tall apologizing to do, but—well, I cared about that, and I’d get right to it, too.
In a minute.
Thank you, God. Thank you so much! I totally don’t deserve it. But thanks all the same.
Thoughts of the previous evening’s activities kept crowding into my brain, wrecking my sunbathing. Unfortunately for me, the Book didn’t provide amnesia.
Last night’s itinerary flashed through my mind. Trying to kill Tina—who had handily kicked my ass. It was embarrassing to get stomped by someone half my size, but I was glad I hadn’t succeeded. Those awful things I’d said to Marc…He’d been a good friend to me, and I’d called him Dr. Leech.
And Jessica…Oh, Jess. I screwed up so bad. I’d set myself on fire before I’d hurt you again. You’re the best friend a vampire could have. Yeah, that sounded good. Repeat as needed. And repeat. God, if she just hears me out, I’ll apologize for the next thirty years. Just please, please let her listen.
And Sinclair. I groaned and threw an arm over my eyes. Skanky villain sex with Eric Sinclair! That was almost as bad as feeding off of Jessica. I was mad at myself for using him and mad at him for letting me do it.
And for not noticing I was evil! How could that little fact escape his attention? The sucker noticed when a fly landed a block away, but he didn’t realize I’d turned into SuperBitch?
I sat up, annoyed and dismayed, and heard the unmistakeable cha-chik! of a shotgun shell being chambered. I’d been on enough duck hunting trips with my mom to know what that sounded like. (Those were my pre-PETA days, just like now was post-PETA; they were getting a little extreme for my taste.)
I looked around. Marc was standing about twenty yards away, holding my old twelve-gauge. What was that statistic? More people who kept guns in their home were fated to be the victims of that gun than victims of other violence?
Since I was right in his sights, I silently vowed to pay more attention to such statistics in the future.
“Uh, I’m not dangerous anymore,” I said.
“Mmmm,” he replied. He wasn’t wearing scrubs or shoes, just jeans and a Tori Amos T-shirt. He either didn’t have work or he’d taken the day off to deal with his psychotic undead roommate. “You all right? Did you cut yourself going out the window?”
He wanted to know if I was all right! It was almost enough to make me overlook the shotgun. “No. I mean, no, I didn’t cut myself, not no, I’m not all right. I am all right. Now, I mean.”
“Eric heard you go out.”
“Okay. Uh, what are you planning on doing with that thing?”
“Well.” He took a step closer, but the barrel didn’t waver. “It won’t kill you, but we figured it would slow you down. You can dodge bullets, but Tina doesn’t think you can dodge buckshot.”
“Tina’s probably right. Is she okay?”
“Sure.” He smirked a little. “She won the fight, in case you don’t remember.”
“I remember.” I sighed and rested my head on my knees. “I remember everything, unfortunately. I guess now’s a good time to start with the groveling. I’m sorry for what I said to you, Marc.” I looked up at him. “I didn’t mean it. I’d be pretty upset if you moved out.”
“Uh-huh.”
“Really, Marc. I’m really sorry. I screwed up.”
“Okay.” The gun stayed up.
“Is—is everybody else inside?”
“Yeah. Tina’s still resting, but Eric and Jess and I are all awake. We were trying to figure out—never mind.”
Trying to figure out what to do with me when the sun went down and I was still evil. I almost smiled; bet Sinclair didn’t expect me to get up at four o’clock in the afternoon.
“It wasn’t much of a prison cell,” I couldn’t help pointing out. “It had a glass window.”
“We were counting on the effects wearing off.”
“Well, is it okay if I go in?”
At last, the shotgun came down a little. “What are you going to do?”
“Grovel until I make it right. Oh, and yell at Sinclair. You believe he didn’t notice I was psycho?”
“Yeah, well…he’s kind of upset, too.”
“He’s upset?”
“Yeah.”
I couldn’t help but notice Marc hadn’t put the safety on. He might believe I was back to myself, but he wasn’t going to take any chances. It made me sad; he’d never been especially wary around me before.
I wondered what else had changed.
Chapter 14
“Look who’s feeling better!” Marc called as I hesitantly entered one of the tea rooms.
“Uh, hi,” I said. Then, “What is that doing in here?”
I didn’t mean Sinclair (though, after last night, I wasn’t especially thrilled to see him, either). I was pointing to the Book of the Dead which, incomprehensibly, was on the table next to the bowl of sugar cubes.
“I, too, decided to do some light reading,” Sinclair replied. He looked like he was playing statues; he was sitting stiff as a board. “Of course, I stopped after a couple of pages.”
“Look, you were right, okay? I shouldn’t have read it. Big, dumb, l ame mistake.”
“Really dumb,” Marc added helpfully.
“Really dumb,” I agreed, still looking at Sinclair. “And you shouldn’t have had sex with me.”
“You had sex with me,” he pointed out, having the nerve to sound annoyed. “And you left early.”
“Well, yeah, because I was totally evil! And you didn’t even notice!” Hmm, my groveling wasn’t going quite the way I planned. Still, I couldn’t help being upset. “How could you not notice?”
He stood. It was easy to forget what a big guy he was when he was sitting down all prim and proper at tea. But when he flashed to his feet—too quick for most people to track—he towered over everyone else. Marc actually flinched, not that I could
blame him. I felt a little like flinching myself.
“I take it to mean,” he said quietly, “that the only reason you chose intimacy with me—repeatedly—is because you were out of your head?”
“Well…” Boy, did that sound bad. And he looked—not crushed, but like he was getting ready to be crushed. “Uh…it’s not like I don’t think you’re a great-looking guy, Eric. I don’t think finding each other attractive has ever been the problem.” I’d been so focused on what I’d done to Marc and Tina and Jess, I hadn’t really thought about how Eric might feel about it. I mean…he was a guy. He got laid. A couple of times! I thought he’d be generally okay with it and would scold me about the Book but…I didn’t think I’d hurt his feelings. Hell, I didn’t think I could hurt him at all.
He was the king of the vampires, for goodness’ sake.
“Anyway…” I was still trying to figure out how to finish the sentence without hanging myself or hurting Eric worse than I already had.
“Oh, hey, look at this,” Marc said too heartily. “A shotgun! This isn’t mine. I’ll just put it back in your closet, Betsy. Well, maybe my closet.” Then he hurried out.
“Put the safety on when you unload it,” I called after him.
“Never mind,” Eric said quietly, and I whipped back around. He had sat down again when I wasn’t looking. The moment, whatever it was, had passed. “You have answered my question, whether you meant to or not.”
“Eric…”
“Elizabeth, it has not escaped my notice that you are awake.”
“Right. Can’t get anything past you.” I sat down across from him. “I was outside getting some sun when Marc came to get me. I’ve got some tall apologizing to do, I know. Where’s Tina?”
“Still resting.” He was giving me the weirdest look. “Until the sun sets, of course. You say you were outside? I heard the glass break but I could hardly believe—”