Single White Vampire (24 page)

“Etienne?” He barked his question and Luc's brother half turned, relief on his face. “Luc, thank God. I didn't mean to scare her this bad. I mean, I heard her muttering about rigor mortis and coffins, and knew she was going to open the lid, so I closed my eyes to give her a little spook, but I didn't think…”

Lucern wasn't really hearing his brother. His gaze, his entire attention, was focused on the woman he could now see standing in his basement. Kate. His Kate. Her gaze was locked with his, and while she had at first been pale and trembling, she was regaining her color—along with a spark in her eye that he hoped was passion and happiness at seeing him.

“Kate,” he breathed. Smiling, he held out his arms as she rushed to him, ready to welcome her into his
embrace and his life. But Kate didn't exactly rush into his arms. She more or less shoved past him, snarling, “You said you didn't sleep in coffins.” She started to stomp up the stairs.

Hmm. The spark was anger, not passion at seeing him. He hurried to trail her up the stairs.

“We don't. I have a bedroom,” he assured her. He found himself a tad distracted as he was face level with her upside-down-heart-shaped behind, and he was unable to tear his eyes away. I really should have more stairs in my home and follow her up them at every opportunity, he thought vaguely. This was a delightful view.

“Ha! Then what was
he
doing in that coffin? Thinking?” she asked sarcastically. She burst out into the kitchen.

“Well, yes. Actually, I was,” Etienne announced from behind Lucern as he followed them. “I find that the dark and silence afforded by a coffin allow me to work out some of the difficulties I run into in programming my games.”

“Coffin?”

They all turned to stare at the cleaning woman still standing in the kitchen. Lucern was debating whether to blank the woman's mind when Kate made a distressed sound and rushed out into the hall.

Lucern took a step to follow her, then paused and turned on his brother. “What did you do? She's furious.”

“I just…She…” He grimaced. “I heard her coming down the stairs and was at first worried it was one of your cleaning crew, but then I heard her talking and recognized her voice.”

“Who was she talking to?”

“Herself,” Etienne answered promptly. “She was trying to convince herself to open the coffin and that you wouldn't be in there.”

“And what did you do—close your eyes, then pop them open and sit up to scare the life out of her when she did build up the courage to open it?” Luc asked with disgust. It was a trick Etienne had pulled on all of them at one time or another.

His brother winced, but nodded apologetically.

Lucern cursed under his breath and started to turn away, but Etienne caught his arm to stop him. “I didn't mean to scare her that badly. I mean, she half-expected to find someone in there anyway. She shouldn't have been this startled, but then the lights went out. She caught just enough of a look to know it wasn't you in the coffin, but didn't get enough of a look to recognize me before Ms. Energy Conserver over there turned out the lights.”

They both paused to glare at the cleaning woman, who shrank backward, bumping into the wall under their combined irritation. The front door slammed. Lucern started to hurry from the room again, but Etienne stopped him. “Wait. I don't think all her anger is about the coffin, Luc.”

“What do you mean? What else could it be?”

“Well, she was saying some pretty weird stuff as she tried to talk herself into opening the lid.”

“What kind of stuff?”

“Er…well, she seemed to find it distressing enough to sleep with a six-hundred-year-old guy, but the idea of sleeping with a dead one—”

The cleaning woman gasped. Lucern scowled at her. “Leave,” he said.

The cleaning woman was off in a flash. Lucern sighed and turned back to his brother. “I am not dead.”

“Well, duh.” Etienne rolled his eyes. “I know that. She doesn't. And she's kind of creeped out, wondering if that makes her a necrophiliac or something. She also wondered if your ‘wonderful erections' are rigor mortis.”

Lucern felt himself perk up. “She called my erections wonderful?”

Etienne just gaped, then raised a fist to knock on his brother's forehead as if it were a door. “Hello! Earth calling Luc! She thinks it's rigor mortis.”

Lucern batted the hand away, his irritation returning. “And whose fault is that? Etienne, I don't know why you have to sleep in that damned coffin, anyway. You have a warm, loving wife at home waiting in a nice, comfortable bed. What are you doing in a coffin in my basement?”

“I'm having problems with Blood Lust Three and needed to think. Besides, Rachel isn't home. She had a staff meeting to attend at work.”

“Well, next time I suggest you work out these problems somewhere else, because I am getting rid of that coffin first thing.”

“Ah, come on, Luc,” Etienne began, but Lucern turned and left the room.

He strode down the hall, muttering under his breath. “Rigor mortis? A necrophiliac? Where does she come up with this stuff?”

The two women from the cleaning crew had their
heads together in the living room and were whispering fiercely in panicked tones. They fell silent as he passed the doorway, and Luc could feel their fearful eyes upon him. He ignored them and walked straight to the front door. Pausing there, he tugged the blinds on the side panels aside, wincing as bright sunlight hit his eyes. It took a minute to adjust to the noonday sun. The moment he did, he spotted Kate. She was standing on his porch, staring forlornly out at the road like a puppy that had been abandoned.

Of course, she had arrived by taxi, he realized. But the cab had left while she was in the house, and now she was trying to decide what to do. Obviously, coming back into the house to call for another taxi wasn't something she wanted to do.

Sighing, he let the blinds drop back into place and pulled the door open. “Kate?”

She stiffened where she stood on the edge of his porch, but didn't turn.

Lucern sighed. “Kate. Come back inside so we can talk, please.”

“I'd really rather not.” Her voice was strained, and she still didn't turn to look at him.

“Okay.” He pulled the door wider and stepped out onto the porch. “Then I'll join you.”

Kate eyed him warily as he joined her. “Are you now going to age before my eyes and burst into flames?”

He gave her an annoyed look. “You know I don't burst into flames in the sunlight.”

“I thought you didn't sleep in coffins either.”

“I don't. Etienne does. He's…well, he's the weird one in the family.”

“Thank you very much.”

They both turned to stare at Etienne, who stood in the shadow of Luc's front entry with the door open.

“I'm going home. I'm sorry I scared you, Kate,” he said solemnly. Then Luc's brother turned to him and added, “Please clear up the rigor mortis and necrophilia issue. It will bother me until you do.”

Kate flushed, apparently embarrassed at her words having been overheard. Turning away from both of them, she moved to the side, apparently expecting Etienne to leave by way of the porch. When he closed the door but didn't walk past them, she glanced around, suspicion entering her gaze when she saw that he was gone. “What did he do? Turn into a bat and fly away?”

“No, of course he didn't,” Lucern snapped. “He's gone through the house to the garage. He wants to avoid the sun.”

“Hmmm.” She didn't look as though she believed him, so Lucern just waited. A moment later, they both heard the muffled sound of a car starting; then Luc's garage door opened and Etienne's little sports car with its blackened windows pulled out. The garage door closed automatically behind it, and Etienne roared down the driveway and down the street.

Lucern waited a heartbeat, then took a deep breath and said, “Kate, I told you. It's nothing like that nonsense Bram Stoker made up. We are not related to, nor do we turn into bats. We don't sleep in coffins anymore—except for Etienne, who swears it helps him get in the mood to come up with new ideas for his games.
I am not dead. You are not a necrophiliac. Rigor mortis does not cause my erections. You do.”

She flushed at his last words, though whether with embarrassment or pleasure he didn't know. He suspected a little bit of both. Her posture became a little less stiff, her shoulders easing from their military stance, but she also sighed unhappily as she turned to him.

“You want me to believe you're just like everyone else?”

“I am,” he assured her. Then, to be scrupulously honest, he had to add, “Well, other than the blood hunger and living hundreds of years and never aging or getting sick and…” He grimaced and stopped his honest admission right there. It wasn't going to win points with her.

“Normal men do not control other people's brains, Lucern,” Kate pointed out.

“No. Well…” He sighed. “Look, it isn't some mystical power. Our infected blood makes our bodies more efficient. We're stronger and have more endurance than the usual person. I can lift things ten times heavier than the average man my size, run longer, hit harder. I've never really questioned my ability to read and control people's thoughts, but I would assume that's just another enhanced characteristic. They say humans don't use their entire brain. Well, it would appear my kind's blood makes sure that we do. Or, at least, we use more than the average person. It's probably a survival necessity like the teeth.”

He allowed her to digest that, then added, “Does any of this really matter, Kate? The fact is that I am different in some ways. But I love you, Kate. With all my heart.
Can't we get past this and find a way to be together? I'd like to marry you. Spend the next hundred years or so with you.”

There! Now I've done it,
Lucern thought. He'd fought his own dragons, put his pride and fear aside and told her how he felt. Now his heart and his future were in her hands. And for one moment he thought everything would be all right. Tears came to Kate's eyes and joy to her face, and she started to move toward him. Then the front door opened and the two cleaning women sidled out. They were eyeing Lucern as if he were a mad serial killer. Or a vampire.

Luc scowled at them for interrupting at such a critical moment, and they both flinched and slowed. Then one of them grabbed the other's wrist and blurted, “We quit! We've already called the company and told them how weird you are. They're canceling your contract. You'll have to find another company to clean this place.”

Lucern sighed as they broke into a run, charging off his porch, down his sidewalk and to their car with the company logo, which they'd parked on the street. They left in a squeal of rubber that made him sigh again.

Forcing a crooked smile, Lucern turned back to Kate. “See, you have to marry me. I seem to scare off all the help.”

Kate smiled slightly, then ducked her head to peer at her fingers. They were tangling and untangling themselves nervously. He felt the first arrow of fear hit him. “Kate?”

“I…How could we be together, Luc? You'll live another couple hundred years or so, never aging, and I—”

“I could turn you, like Etienne did Rachel and Lis
sianna did Greg,” he interrupted quietly. He had thought she understood that. Apparently, she hadn't. She also hadn't said she loved him, he realized.

“Turn me?” she repeated, sounding distracted. “I'd be with you, live forever? Never age?”

Lucern was relieved to note that being with him had been the first thought, and not the living forever or not aging. For a lot of women, the last two points were temptation enough to fake love.

“What about my family? How would I explain…?” She paused when he clasped her hands.

“You would have to disappear in ten years or so. The fact that you wouldn't age would be noticed, and you couldn't explain it to them without risking the lives of my entire family,” he admitted. It was something he had hoped to keep to himself until after he had turned her and bound her to his side.

“Give up my family?” she whispered, obviously not happy with that point.

“Kate, come inside please?” His hands slid up her arms, caressing her. He wanted to make love to her, convince her with his passion. He knew how heady and addicting it could be. She wasn't the only one who experienced the double pleasure. He did, as well. Even as Luc shared his excitement with her, Kate had opened instinctively and shared her own with him. It was a rare experience, one borne of the trust and love they shared. At least he thought it was. He had never experienced it with any other woman. But she still hadn't said she loved him.

He didn't care, Lucern decided. He wanted her, he needed her, he loved her. His pride be damned, he
would take her any way he could get her, and would use every trick he knew to do it. Tipping her chin up, he claimed her lips, kissing her with all the passion he possessed as he fitted their bodies together. It was as if she had been made for him. She was soft where he was hard, giving where he was not. Lucern embraced her tightly and groaned as he ground his body against hers. He had missed her presence, ached for her body, and longed for her smiles and soft laughter. He couldn't lose her now. And for a moment, he thought he would win.

Kate yielded against him with a sigh, her arms sliding up around his neck and holding him just as desperately as he held her. Little moans issued from her throat as his hand found and cupped one breast—but then he pushed too fast.

Breaking the kiss, he caught her wrist and pulled her toward the front door. “Let's go inside.”

Kate resisted, the passion disappearing from her face and something akin to fear replacing it. She shook her head. “No, I can't. I need to think.”

“You can think inside,” he insisted, pulling her toward the door.