The Dark-Hunters (103 page)

How could she do this to him?

Angered by her continued insistence, he snapped, “I’m your husband.”

She snorted and raked him with a bemused stare. “Not in this lifetime, buddy.” She held up her left hand for his inspection. “I don’t see no wedding ring on my finger, and the last time I checked, you didn’t come charging into town on the back of your black warhorse, sweeping me off my feet and asking me to be yours.”

Talon went cold at her words. “You remember that?”

Some of her anger seemed to fade as she nodded. “And I want to know how
you
remember it.”

He tossed the blanket and pillow on the couch and lay down stiffly. “I told you, I can’t tell you that.”

“Then good night, sweetheart. Have pleasant dreams.” She came forward to kiss him on his forehead and walked to her room.

Royally ticked off, Talon watched as she made a grand show of pulling the drapes closed. That woman had a way of making him burn and this time it wasn’t in a good way.

He was furious.

Especially when she switched on the light on the nightstand and he could see her body plainly through the thin fabric.

His heart pounded. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from her as she peeled her clothes from her lush body and then climbed naked into her bed.

He could just imagine her lying there, the pink cotton sheets nestled between her warm, wet thighs. Her breasts pressed together as she lay on her side with her arm grazing and partially concealing the dark tip of her left breast. Her back naked and bare to his eager gaze and her hair fanned out around her head, just waiting for him to lie down behind her and pull her close to his body.

Then he would slide his hand up her thigh where he would cup her soft flesh and lift her leg, opening up her body so that he could slide himself deep inside her from behind.

Oh yeah, he could already feel her soft rear against his groin as he slid himself in and out of her hot body. Feel her head tucked under his chin as he buried his hand between her legs and stroked her with his fingers while he made the sweetest, tenderest love to her.

Her woodsy patchouli scent would surround him as she writhed to his touch and moaned in ecstasy.

Every hormone in his body snapped awake and his groin tightened, demanding her.

Nynia would never have done this to him. She’d never denied him access to her. Not once. All he had to do was crook a finger or cock an eyebrow and his wife had gladly stepped into his arms.

Right now, he missed her more than he ever had before.

“Sunshine?”

“No, Talon,” she said firmly, turning off her light. “The answer is still no.”

“I didn’t ask you anything.”

“I know that note in your voice when you said my name and I know what you want, and you know what I want. Guess which one of us is going to have to give in?” She paused, then added, “And for the record, it’s not me.”

He cursed under his breath. She was so damn stubborn in this lifetime. What had happened to his mild-mannered Nynia who gave him whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted it?

Fine, then, let her lie in there all unmolested and naked.

His body leapt at the word.

Groaning, he rolled over and faced the back of the couch so that he couldn’t see her anymore.

He was a grown man, he could handle this. He could control himself.

Oh, bloody hell! No woman had turned him down before. This was excruciating and infuriating.

He plowed his fist into the pillow as he hardened even more. He was much too large for the couch and it was damned uncomfortable, but he would sleep here or die.

*   *   *

Sunshine listened to Talon moving around on the sofa. She almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

But she was tired of his secrets. Tired of his cryptic games. She’d done enough snooping around his house to learn that he probably wasn’t a drug dealer, especially since he didn’t even have a bottle of Tylenol, but he’d had all kinds of interesting electronic gadgets. Lots of leather, imported beer, and enough DVDs to sink a battleship. Not to mention the weird weapons she’d found. Some of them quite ancient in design.

There was something very odd about his life and until she knew what it was she wasn’t going to let herself get any closer to him. She owed it to herself to know more about him before she let her goo-goo eyes lead her astray again.

She rolled over and forced herself to go to sleep. She needed to work tomorrow. Unlike him, she didn’t have an endless supply of income.

*   *   *

“Well, look who’s back.”

Sunshine put down the book she was reading and smiled at Selena as Selena wheeled her small cart over to her. Dressed in a loose purple dress and black cape, Selena parked her cart to the right of Sunshine’s stand of pottery and sketches, and started setting up her card table and psychic stuff.

“I know,” Sunshine said wistfully as she bookmarked the page of her romance novel
Born in Sin
and set it aside. “I’ve been preoccupied the last few days. Sorry.”

Selena spread a purple cloth over her card table. “So do I get to learn anything about this guy? Want me to do a reading for you?”

Sunshine sighed as she scooted off her stool to help Selena set up her signs. “I don’t know much about him except he’s a giant blond biker sex god who eats nothing but junk food, has a ton of money, lives in the swamp, and knows your brother-in-law, Kyrian … Oh, and he knows Grace’s husband too.”

Selena’s face went pale. She looked up, startled. “Talon? You’ve been seeing Talon? More than once?”

Sunshine froze, torn between excitement and trepidation. Selena didn’t look right. She looked rather sick at the news.

“You know him?” she asked incredulously.

Uncomfortable, Selena glanced around. “Oh Lord, please, please tell me he’s not the sexual athlete who got hit with the Mardi Gras float. Please tell me that the guy I’ve been fantasizing about isn’t Talon. I’ve had dinner with him, for goodness’ sake.”

“Okay, I won’t tell you it’s him, but … it’s him. Ain’t he great?”

Selena groaned. “Oh jeez. I’d heard rumors about him, but who knew they were really true? I can’t believe this.”

Sunshine was relieved. Finally, someone who could give her some answers, provided she pried them out of Selena. But Selena looked like she was going to be less than forthcoming.

“Lainie, you better spill what you know about him.”

Selena opened her mouth, but by the set of her jaw, Sunshine knew what she was about to say.

“Don’t you dare tell me you can’t tell me anything,” she said before Selena could. “I’ve heard enough of that from him.”

Selena closed her mouth. “Well, he’s a good guy for once. He’s not your usual out-of-work biker and he does have a future. A really
long
future.”

“And what else?”

Selena hedged.

Sunshine opened up Selena’s folding chair that Selena used for her clients, then sat down beside her. “C’mon, Lainie. I really,
really
like this guy, and it’s driving me crazy that he won’t tell me anything, not even his birthday. So what do you know?”

“I’m not supposed to say anything, Sunny. I was sworn to secrecy.”

“Sworn by whom?”

Selena set her tarot card box on the table. “I’m not supposed to say,” she repeated.

“What is he, Mafia?”

“Oh no,” she said, her voice thick with warning. “They make the Mafia look like Boy Scouts. These are guys no one crosses with impunity.”

Someone worse than the Mafia?

“Who are they?”

“Look,” Selena said. “Let’s just say he’s in Tabitha’s line of work, okay?”

Sunshine frowned. “Ladies’ lingerie? He hardly looks the type to sell that.”

“No, goof-ball. What she does at night.”

Sunshine formed a small O with her mouth as she understood. “He’s a vampire slayer?”

“Yes, and a really good one too.”

That explained how they had met in the alley. Sort of, except the people who had attacked her hadn’t looked like vampires. They’d actually looked like yuppies.

“There’s a lot more to it than that, isn’t there?” Sunshine asked.

Selena nodded.

She smiled devilishly. “And you, my
best
friend on earth, my soul sister who shares Chunky Monkey scoops and beefcake e-mails at the drop of a hat, the woman who made me wear a frothy, ruffled lime-colored bridesmaid dress that added fifteen pounds to my hips, are going to spill your guts to me, aren’t you?”

Selena stiffened. “No fair and the dress wasn’t lime, it was mint.”

“It was lime-icky green and I looked like a sick pistachio. But that’s beside the point. You’re going to spill everything because all’s fair in love.”

Sunshine wasn’t sure which of them was most startled by the last part of that statement.

Selena turned to face her. “What? You’re telling me you love Talon?”

Sunshine sat back as she tried to sort through her feelings for Talon. There was so much about him that she adored, so much about him that she craved, and at the same time she knew nothing about who and what he was
now.

All she knew was how he made her feel whenever she looked at him. The way she wanted to go home right now and be with him.

“Honestly, Selena, I don’t know. Every time I’m around him I feel so alive. So warm and protected—like nothing in the world can touch me or blight my happiness. He just fits with me. I know this sounds crazy…”

She paused as she glanced at Selena’s psychic stand, which was filled with trinkets, rune stones, and tarot symbols. On second thought, crazy to Selena was par for the course.

Sunshine stared at her, trying to make her understand. “Talon and I were married in another life.”

A dark light appeared in Selena’s eyes. When she spoke, her voice was scarcely more than a whisper. “Does Talon know this?”

She nodded. “He even called me his wife last night when I made him sleep on the couch.”

“Sleep on the couch?”

“Long story.”

Selena turned one of her cards over. She looked at the Death card, then looked at Sunshine. “Did he say it was in
his
former life?”

“No. In fact, when I dream about him I look different, but he doesn’t. He even has the same tattoos and that is weird beyond weird. I even recalled him getting those tattoos done. Now I’m not sure if I’m insane or what.”

Selena covered Sunshine’s hand with hers and gave a light, sympathetic squeeze. “No, hon. You’re not a loon, at least not about this.”

“Then what is going on?”

Selena looked around, then leaned closer and lowered her voice again as if fearful someone would overhear them. “Sunny, tell me truthfully, what are your intentions toward Talon?”

Sunshine was irritated by the question. “What are you? His mom? I promise I’ll respect him in the morning.”

Selena rolled her eyes. “This is really serious, Sunshine. Your current interest plays with some seriously bad things that wouldn’t hesitate to kill either one of you if they thought you or he would betray them.”

Sunshine winced at the deadly earnest tone of Selena’s voice. This wasn’t good. “He’s a vampire, isn’t he? I knew it!”

“Not exactly.”

“That’s what he said. So I’ll ask you what I asked him—what is ‘not exactly a vampire’?”

“A Dark-Hunter.”

Sunshine was stunned that she finally had an answer. Of course, the answer made no sense whatsoever, but still it was a long-awaited start. “And that would be…?”

“An immortal vampire slayer who sold his soul for an Act of Vengeance.”

A chill went up her spine. “Sold his soul to who, the devil?”

“The goddess Artemis.”

Sunshine scowled. Now that was the last thing she’d expected to hear. But then, given how weird this whole conversation was, she shouldn’t be surprised by anything. “You’re kidding, right?”

Slowly, Selena shook her head no.

“But that doesn’t even make sense. I mean, there aren’t that many vampires in the world, are there? Just how many Dark-Hunters could there be? Is he the only one?”

By Selena’s expression she knew the answer wouldn’t be pleasant. “There are thousands of Dark-Hunters and countless vampires. More correctly, they’re called Daimons since they’ve been around a whole lot longer than the word
vampire.”

Sunshine sat there in a stupor as she tried to take it all in. “I don’t get this. I mean, I always believed in vampires in theory, but not really in the flesh, and I’m having a hard time believing that there are so many out there that we have to have real slayers for them.” She locked gazes with Selena. “No offense, but I always thought your sister Tabitha was a bit wacked.”

Selena gave an odd half-laugh. “She is, but that’s beside the point.”

Sunshine tried to come to terms with what Selena was telling her. She still wasn’t sure if she should believe it. Could Talon really be an immortal vampire slayer?

And yet, in a very odd sense, it explained a lot of things. A
lot
of things.

Oh Lord, he really was a vampire slayer!

She felt ill. “Where do the vampires come from?” she asked Selena, “Are they demons or are they made from people, like in the movies?”

Selena paused, then spoke softly. “Okay, let me give you a short history lesson and see if that helps you make some sense of this. Aeons ago, two races were created—the human race and the Apollites. The Apollites were the children of the god Apollo. He wanted to create a super race that would outdo us in every shape, form, and fashion. They were beautiful, extremely tall, and they had massive psychic powers.”

Sunshine swallowed as she recalled her attackers. That definitely sounded like them.

“But like many others who have such powers,” Selena continued, “the Apollites abused them and started warring against humans, trying to subjugate mankind.”

“The Apollites were vampires?”

“No,” Selena said, “you’re getting ahead of me. During the war between the Greeks and the Apollites, the Apollites killed Apollo’s mistress and son. In anger over their murders, Apollo destroyed the Apollite homeland, Atlantis.

“For their betrayal, the Apollites were cursed so that they would have to drink each other’s blood to survive, and they were forbidden to ever set foot under a single ray of daylight where Apollo could see them. Because his mistress was twenty-seven when they killed her, the Apollites were all condemned to die a horrible death on their twenty-seventh birthday.”