Blood Eternal (5 page)

“Handcuffs.”

He couldn’t be serious. “Very funny.” Stretching her neck, she tilted her head to get a better view. Beside the auctioneer, a male held up a pair of gold handcuffs. Large emeralds, rubies and diamonds covered the surface. “They’re handcuffs.”

“As I noted before.”

She frowned and rubbed the crease between her brows. “I guess I thought it a strange item to auction. Are those jewels real?”

“Of course. It is not such an unusual piece. Those with money are accustomed to control. Submission is an expected reprieve for some.”

Based on what she’d seen so far, he would probably know a thing or two about the rich. “I’ve never seen this type of display. It’s dark.”

“It can be, yes.”

She swallowed. Those attending the auction didn’t appear the types to have whips and chains locked away in their homes—even if they were diamond encrusted—but everyone had their secrets, especially the rich. And this crowd had money. Rich and beautiful. Even Luke possessed a surreal kind of beauty and given his offer of one hundred thousand dollars for four weeks, she didn’t doubt he had money.

“And you? Do you like control?” The question was almost a dare and for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why she’d asked it.

He remained quiet, and for an instant she thought he might not answer. “Yes. I would not have it any other way. Surrender requires trust, something I do not easily give.”

His words gave her pause. What could have caused him to lose trust? She thought of Ben and his betrayal. Was there no goodness or truth left in their world?

She played with the beads on her purse.

The following auction items included an absurdly priced wooden paddle with an intricate design on one side, a gold chastity belt and a leather whip with a diamond encrusted handle. The last piece sold to a good-looking older man. His distinguished exterior contrasted sharply with the suggestive sexuality of his purchase.

“I don’t see what he would use a whip for,” Savannah said and brushed the skin along her arms.

Luke shifted beside her. “I can think of quite a few things.”

She licked her lips, which had gone dry, and turned to face the platform as gasps of wonder became fevered whispers.

“Ladies and gentleman.” The auctioneer’s voice rose above the murmurs. “Allow me to present one of our most unique pieces. This painting is called
Mortuaria Benedictus
.”

Savannah turned. “What is that?”

The side of Luke’s lips lifted in a smirk. “I believe he called it a painting.”

She frowned and gave him a slight shove with her elbow. “I heard.” Didn’t mean she’d ever seen anything like it on canvas. And considering how many art museums she’d dragged Ben to, she’d seen her fill of exotic paintings. A dark background enveloped three nudes: two males and one masked female. This was nothing exceptional, but the males’ submissive positions and the female’s blood drenched lips and fangs were something to take note of. Vampires? The word alone made her tremble. “I meant, what does it mean?”

“In English the painting is called
Blessed Death
,” he said. “What do you think of it?”

“Frightening, dark, lustful, perverse.” And at the base of it, oddly sensual, for some reason.

“And?”

What more did he expect her to say? “I’d say it’s fairly fantastical. I mean vampires, come on. Although, you could say such fantastical creatures give it an erotic air.”

“Maybe,” he said. “Sometimes it depends on who you ask.”

“Any other bidders?” The auctioneer scanned the room.

Several arms went up, which didn’t surprise her, but she hadn’t expected Luke’s to be one of them. “You’re not thinking of getting the painting, are you?”

He lifted his arm again, confirming a higher bid. “Why ever not?”

“I don’t know.” She turned away, her faced as heated as if she were a teenage prude. “Where would you put it?”

“The living room, above the sofa.” He stroked his chin. “It is quite a conversation piece. Do you not agree?”

“Going once, going twice, sold.” The auctioneer smacked the wooden gavel down in excitement. “To the gentleman next to the young lady dressed in gold.” His gaze lingered a moment on Savannah. “What excellent taste.”

“I could not agree more.” Luke had spoken so low, Savannah thought she might have imagined the words and yet she trembled as he braced her lower back with a hand. “They will most likely take a break. I must arrange payment and delivery of my purchase, but I have what I came for tonight. Are you ready to leave?”

The women surrounding her stood, tall and willowy, and the men gave off an almost ethereal handsomeness. The view seemed an air brushed backdrop from F. Scott Fitzgerald’s
The Great Gatsby
. Beautiful, wealthy people lost inside their own selfish world, too perfect to be true. She should know. She used to be part of such a perfectly arranged scene, but no more. “Yes.” She nodded, cupping her yawn. “I’d like to go.”

5

Society is a masked ball, where everyone hides his real character, and reveals it by hiding.

—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Lying back on a living room sofa, Savannah polished off her second bowl of strawberries and cream then licked her fingers. Delicious. At least she’d gone halfway healthy with fruit. She rarely indulged in cream so one day wouldn’t hurt. She placed her bowl in the kitchen sink then went down the hallway to her room.

Luke had come around nearly thirty minutes ago to say they would go out again. Unbelievable. Sunset, and he only now woke. The man obviously slept like the dead. She’d spent over a day traveling and now struggled to adjust to a new time zone, yet somehow had managed to wake up at a decent hour. After last night and lazing around today, she needed to clean up.

In her room, she closed the door and stripped off her clothes. Beneath a warm spray of water, she washed, letting the steam seep into her achy muscles. Her body wasn’t yet accustomed to travel but the next four weeks would take care of her internal clock.

By the time she’d finished her shower and blown her hair dry, she wanted another bowl of strawberries and a glass of wine. Luke probably wouldn’t pay anyone to behave like a slug, but one could dream. She slipped a blue silk dress off its hanger, pulled it over her head and let it shimmy down her body. Next, she took out a box of body tape and laid several strips on the bathroom counter. Once she’d peeled the wax-like paper off one of the double-sided adhesives, she stuck the strip to the inside of one strap and pressed the material against her skin. “One done, many more to go.”

A tiresome routine of arranging clothing to hide the most heinous of her scars, but one she’d become adept at over the past two years. Deftly applying a few strips, she secured the dress and glanced at her reflection to inspect her handiwork. A little cover up went a long way. Between the makeup, dress, shawl and layered necklace, most would see her as an attractive woman with pale, flawless skin. Few would catch the pink ridges along her collarbone and none would see the deep purple ones trailing down the sides of her ribs.

She fingered the shadowed areas beneath her eyes. These, on the other hand, were signs of a restless night. Though after last night’s strange auction, who could have fallen asleep? With Ben, she’d mingled in her fair share of wealthy circles. Though she’d never attended an event quite like last night’s, it didn’t surprise her to see such a dark side of high society.

“Good enough.” A bit of base and powder beneath her eyes, and she was ready. She stepped back from the glass and opened the bathroom door.

“Luke.” Her heartbeat hiccupped then leveled out to a faster thrumming. What was he doing in her room?

“Pardon the intrusion.” Luke stood beside her dresser with his back to her and turned as she exited the bathroom. The bottom of his hair curled against the collar of his gray dress shirt and he looked beyond handsome. She couldn’t find her voice as his dark gaze glided over her. “Blue is becoming on you.”

She nodded, placed a hand to her chest. She should say something back. “You surprised me.”

“I heard your shower shut off some time ago. I knocked but it seemed you could not hear me.”

“It took some time to get dressed.” She adjusted her shawl. Her scars shouldn’t be visible but it didn’t hurt to make sure. “I’m ready now.”

He lifted his arm. “Shall we?”

The drive to the bar wasn’t long but having Luke near unnerved her. His presence loomed, masculine, powerful and seductive. Even more so, surrounded by night’s silence.

As they got closer to what appeared to be a club district, he turned onto a secluded side street and parked a couple blocks away from the crowds. The glow from the streetlamps highlighted his profile as he walked around and opened her door.

Savannah released a shaky breath and stepped out of the car. An eerie feeling settled in the pit of her stomach. Up ahead, sidewalks overflowed with people waiting to enter a black door at the side of a brick building. She slowed her steps. “Is this another auction?”

These people weren’t anything like the sophisticates of yesterday’s auction. If anything, she and Luke stood out in this group. Most wore black, their faces covered with heavy masks of makeup. A woman wearing plum-colored latex waved to her and smiled. Savannah swore her eyes glinted red but the woman turned away before she could confirm it.

“No, this is Blood Bar, a club. Watch your step.” Luke reached around her hips to guide her past the line of misfits, but she jolted beneath his touch.

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“No need to apologize. There is another entrance I prefer to use.”

She shivered. If another entrance meant avoiding the characters lining up, she wouldn’t object.

“Are you cold?” He stopped before her and tilted her chin so their gazes met. “You seem skittish tonight.”

Of course she would be. Almost overnight she’d been thrust into a world of surreal images. Despite his sporadic cheekiness, Luke himself appeared a perfect gentleman. Still, his involvement with this side of society puzzled her. Even last night’s crowd seemed unusual. “You don’t need to keep worrying about me being cold. I’m from Boston. It’s just that those people look different compared to the ones we hung around last night.”

“This is a Goth club, but nobody will harm you. Most of them like to believe themselves dangerous. Few, if any, are.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Trust me.” He swiped several strands of hair behind both her ears, his obsidian gaze fathomless as it combed over her face and lingered at her lips. For an instant, she thought he might kiss her.

He stepped back, cleared his throat and tugged her hand. “Come.” He took her inside, led her to a long bar and ordered drinks. “Do not move from here. I will return shortly.”

* * * *

Lorenzo Greco had never seen Luke so unhinged. Luke continued to glance across the room at the human woman he’d brought with him. Despite her dark hair, she possessed an almost angelic fragility. No doubt the young vampire struggled with his decision to make her a meal.

“What did this one do?” Lorenzo asked as he leaned back in his chair and tilted an empty whiskey glass on one rounded edge. His dirty blond hair fell across one eye. He shoved the unruly locks off his face. “Rob a bank? Steal from impoverished orphans?”

“
This
one has a name and it is Savannah Michaels.” Luke scowled. “And I do not care to discuss her. What concerns you? Why did you call for this meeting?”

“Do I have to have a reason to see a friend?” Beyond the floor of dancing, writhing bodies, Savannah hugged her drink closer to herself. Her wide-eyed stares at those around her gave away her fear. Such a ripe human, and yet something seemed indescribably different about Luke’s latest victim. “Business as usual. Aren’t you going to give me a bit of information about this new tasty treat?”

Luke flicked a napkin on the table. “She is a former Boston socialite, ex-fiancee of Benjamin Whitman with Whitman and Hoss. One of Boston’s wealthiest men.”

“Former? Ex? Better watch this one. She might be a bit desperate. Still, innocent or guilty, you must feed, so either way it doesn’t matter. I find it admirable you at least try to rid humanity of its flaws. I certainly couldn’t be bothered with such a complicated...diet.” He’d never understand how the younger vampire hunted with such complexity. Eventually a lack of consistent kills and food would get to Luke, and he would be there to reap any rewards. Until then, Luke would be a convenient ally.