Vampires Need Not...Apply? (22 page)

Ixtab yippeed on the inside.
He’s happy! He’s happy to see me!

“My quarters are this way.” He bowed his head and gestured toward the hallway. “After you.”

She passed him and felt his eyes burning into her. “I see you’ve reverted back to your original costume,” he said.

She smiled brightly. “Just wait until you see what I haven’t got on underneath.”

That ought to shut him up.

It did.

* * *

How the hell did she know he’d be there? Hell, not even
he
expected to be there. Five minutes after he’d left the villa in Bacalar, unsure he’d ever be able to bear the sight of the goddess again—because surely her “slip” had been meant as a slight, intended to put him in his place for what he’d done to her—he had received the call and then gotten on the next flight out.

So why the hell had she come? Was it to insist the humiliation ritual continue? If yes, the goddess had another thing coming. She could bring down a rain of locusts or peppercorns or…
whatthehellever
, and it wouldn’t change his mind. He was done with these ridiculous deities because his fucking time was up. With that one phone call back in Bacalar, everything in his world had changed; the day he’d spent a lifetime fearing had finally arrived, and now nothing mattered. Only opening that portal.

He followed her into his room, a large suite toward the back of the estate on the third floor overlooking the vineyard. Though he hadn’t been home in over six years, they’d kept it ready. It was a sign his father knew this day would come and he’d return. “You cannot negate your duty any more than you can the Acero blood flowing through your veins. Doesn’t matter how far you run, there isn’t anywhere I can’t find you.”

But Antonio, from the moment he’d understood what it truly meant to be an Acero, hoped he’d find a way for him and his brother to escape the path so many had taken before. He had much higher hopes for their humanity.

Antonio shut the door behind him and scrutinized the woman draped in bulky layers of black lace. By now, however, he’d learned not to judge an Ixtab book by its Ixtab cover. Underneath the facade of a woman resembling an old-world widow from Italy was an ancient, immortal female with a tongue as sharp as a sword and equally capable of taking down a man. And from the first moment she’d touched him, he realized her hold over him was slightly more dangerous; he was addicted to something within her.

And I hate her for it.

Not only was she distracting him from his fate, but she’d humiliated him. Called him Francisco of all the goddamned,
pinche
names in the word. Perhaps it served him right; what had he been thinking becoming intimate with her?
She’s nothing but an evil goddess.
A distraction who pleasured in his suffering from day one.
A monster. Just like her sister said.

He crossed his arms and leaned against the door, putting as much distance between them as possible. “All right. We are somewhere private. Now, speak. Why the
diablos
are you here, woman?”

* * *

“Woman?” It had been eons since anyone had called her that.

His eyes narrowed. “Cut the
mierda
, goddess. Are you here to humiliate me further?”

Ixtab’s eyes surveyed the sparsely decorated room. A large bed and a sitting area, no personal belongings—similar to his apartment in New York. It was as if he rejected the notion of having a real home. Why?

“No,” she said, “I don’t want to humiliate you. I’m here because I want to tell you that—”

“I have every intention of unlocking the portal,” he interrupted. “So you’ve wasted your time coming here if it was to convince me to continue my work.”

His vampire sass began to boil her blood. “If you cut me off one more time, I swear I’ll… sizzle your man junk with an assorted array of spicy seasoning. I came to apologize. And because I thought you might need my help.”

“Actually”—he dropped his arms and walked toward the large glass double doors leading toward his private balcony—“I made significant progress last night. Alone.” He yanked open the doors and stepped outside.

The winter sun hit him directly in the face, but he didn’t shirk away. How strange. He seemed to bask in the warm rays like a mortal. Normally, vampires avoided the sun, given how it drained their power.

He glanced at her from outside. “You’ve got ten minutes. Then you need to leave.”

Grrr…

Deep breath. Patience…

Ixtab blinked and followed him outside. “All right. But no interrupting. Got it?” He didn’t reply so she took it as a yes and began telling Antonio about the man she once loved. Two hundred years ago she’d found him, a Benedictine monk who had forsaken his family to help the destitute, the lost, and the sick. “It wasn’t what one might expect or see in a corny mortal movie,” she explained. “A fatal illness had ravaged Chile. Most hard-hit was Santiago, and those who remained were stricken with grief. I worked day and night, helping to clear out their darkness so that those who lived could move on. Everywhere I went, I saw him. The poorest of neighborhoods, the makeshift hospitals, the churches where the living gathered to mourn. He was everywhere, fearless, holding the hands of the dying until their time came. I watched from a distance at first, but after a week, I could not ignore him. Something about his light drew me in.”

Ixtab held back a sob. She’d never told anyone the entire story—not even Kinich—and now, reliving it brought her back to that exact moment in time. Fresh as yesterday.

“He and I became friends—more than friends, really. I wanted him. He wanted me. But I knew being with a man wasn’t possible. Still, he insisted we were meant to be together. He begged me to kiss him, touch him, and swore there was nothing to fear; fate had brought us together. Though I didn’t tell him I was a goddess, I did tell him I was… different. Poison. He didn’t care. His conviction, his willingness to leave his life behind for me”—she looked into Antonio’s intensely focused eyes—“was so strong that I believed he was right.” Ixtab made a pathetic little shrug. “Until he touched me. Before I realized he’d been wrong, he’d made it to the cupboard and swallowed rat poison. I did everything I could, but he died.”

Ixtab held her breath for several moments before she finally gathered the will to tell the next part of the story; he looked like Francisco.

She took a deep breath. “This is why—”

“I get it,” he interrupted. “You’ve got a history. A painful one. And you still love this man. So let me ease your suffering from believing you need to put me out of my misery and let me down easily. I’m not interested in you.”

Ouch.
“You’re not?”

“No.” His gaze was cool and sure. “The other night was nothing more than a fulfillment of an obligation for your silly immortal groveling ritual.”

Double ouch.
He’d only made a move on her because he felt he had to and not because he wanted to? It was exactly what she’d been afraid of.

Ixtab mentally crumbled underneath her veil. “I see,” she muttered.

He cleared his throat. “And though I’m very sorry for what you’ve been through, for your loss, you’re not the only one who has a past filled with painful secrets.”

“Such as?”

“If that were any of your damned business, I would have told you by now.”

Reason number nine–somethingorother that vampires are icky: they can be so damned cold for no apparent reason.

Ugh! Well, she’d had just about enough of that. “Mr. Icky Vampire, may I remind you that you’re speaking to a deity. And while I realize your brain may be running at half steam because you’ve yet to feed and that you’re angry about the little name slipup, if you speak to me like that again, I
will
punish you.”

Antonio stepped in and closed the space between them. “Be my guest,” he snarled.

H-h-he’s daring me? Me?
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you…” Ixtab reached out, intending to give him a little taste of something she liked to call… an Ixtab spanking: a hint of chili pepper. In his nether region. After all, what was the use of being the goddess of natural seasoning if you couldn’t deploy the power of the chili pepper on command?

But as she reached, Antonio caught her hand. He stared down at her, fuming. Several angry moments passed, him studying her. Her studying him.

“What’s really under that veil, Ixtab?” he whispered. “What are you afraid of?”

“Why are you
really
so angry at me?”

“You first,” he growled.

Gods, he was gorgeous. The way his upper lip with that pronounced dip in the middle twitched when he was mad. The way those deep green eyes flickered to black as he lost control. The way the pulse in his neck visibly strummed away. She loved seeing him so full of… life.

What an odd thought. Vampires weren’t full of life.
Antonio is.

“I’m not afraid. I’m a goddess. I fear nothing.”
Except perhaps losing you…

“Really, now?” A resentful laugh bubbled from his lips. “Prove it. Take it off.”

Could she let him see her? Yes, she’d already determined that she wanted him to look into her eyes and truly see who she was on the inside. She wanted to know if he was her mate, because standing before him, she now knew she wanted him with every spark of her immortal light.

“Remove it yourself,” she said, lifting her chin.

He didn’t hesitate for a moment to grab for the lace. But just as he began to tug, he stopped. His face turned pale.

“What are you waiting for?” she said.

He didn’t respond.

“Are you afraid you’ll hate what you see?”

He dropped his hand and stepped back. “I need to go and see my father.” He turned toward the door.

“Wait.”

He stopped in the doorway, but didn’t turn around. She watched him take several breaths. “I’m not afraid,” he said, “that I’ll hate what I see—it’s the opposite. And right now, I cannot afford any distractions. Too much is at stake.”

Ixtab’s pulse quickened with his admission. He considered her a temptation? She felt the rush of hope gushing through her veins.

Yes! Disco dance!

And the feeling in her chest was a sure sign that her heart had finally healed. Dare she even believe the Universe cared about someone like her, that she, too, deserved to be happy and have love?

An odd tension filled the air, and she sensed the dark thoughts spinning over his head like a tornado of despair. What was he afraid of?

She walked over and placed her hand on his back. Gods, she couldn’t get enough of this, of touching him. “Why? Why are you
really
afraid to see me?”

Finally, he let out a sigh. “You should know that one of the reasons I’m working on the tablet is because the woman I am destined to be with is on the other side of that portal. And while I admit I feel a certain… attraction for you, I know it isn’t real. You are not her.” He walked away, leaving Ixtab there to digest those words all alone.

Antonio’s words felt like a hard kick to Ixtab’s gut.
Woman? On the other side?
Why hadn’t he ever mentioned this?
You dramawhore, Universe! How could you?

Antonio couldn’t possibly be destined for another female. Could he? It didn’t seem right. Not when the connection between them felt so powerful, like the Universe herself had forged it with the strength from her very own heart.

Ixtab couldn’t decide if she felt angry or heartbroken. Or both.
Both! Vampires Are Icky reason number ten: because they’re like tumbleweeds; they’ll roll on top of anything!

Ixtab walked over to Antonio’s neatly made bed and sat down. Her heart sagged. None of this made any sense. How had the woman gotten there? How had he met her? How did he know that this woman was destined to be his? Why would the Universe bring Antonio into her life only to give him to another?

Dammit!
She couldn’t accept this. How could she have lost him already? Had she been wrong about her feelings?

Yes! Because you’re an idiot! A complete idiot! Of course, he doesn’t want you. You. Are. Not. Destined. To. Ever. Love. The Universe hates you. She always has, and she always will.

“You’re not my brother’s usual type. Although it’s hard to tell with that outfit you’re wearing,” said a deep voice.

Ixtab turned her head and instantly felt the room swirl in such a way that indicated her humanlike body might go into shock—ironically, the same thing happened the last time she was in Spain. But that was because she’d stupidly tried to assist a large crowd of people hell-bent on killing themselves. Unfortunately, the bulls had already been set free. Who knew the beasts loved black lace?

Well, this time her body wasn’t suffering from a blow to the ribs, but from another blow to her heart, mind, and soul. Because when the Universe decided to roll with a doozy—i.e., producing the most improbable outcome thinkable—well, the bitch had flair.
Fucking Universe.

Ixtab slowly rose to face Antonio’s brother.

“Let me guess,” he said, “Antonio didn’t tell you about me?”

Ixtab cleared her throat. “No.” The word still came out scratchy.

The man bobbed his head and produced an arrogant smirk. A beautiful, arrogant smirk. “Yes. He’s learned the hard way that telling women he has an identical twin isn’t the smartest move.”

Ixtab shook her head slowly. “N-n-no. I suppose it’s not.”
How could you, Universe? How? You made two copies of Francisco? Come! On! Goddamned, dramawhore!

Wait. Hold your whoreses!
This situation could no longer fall into the quirky-way-of-the-Universe category. There were two men who closely resembled the man she once loved and snubbed out? This situation had officially become an “Oh, hell no!” Something unearthly was going on.

But what the heck was it? She didn’t have a crumb of a deity inkling.

Hmmm… Cloning?

No. Francisco died long ago before any technology existed to store DNA.

Hmmm…

Space aliens were stealing her memories and using them to create people suits to live inside?