Love At First Bite

Chapter 26

"I could force you," Rufford"s voice grated out.

"You won"t." He counted on Rufford"s moral compa.s.s.

Rufford frowned and Davie knew he was right about him.

"You could use the Companion to do good in the world. If I made you, you"d be strong. We could use the help."

Ahhh. Playing on his sense of duty. Smart man, Rufford. Did Davie owe the world even becoming a monster? And what if they



won through, unlikely as it seemed at the moment? He was left with eternal life and drinking human blood.

And yet... would he leave Rufford and Fedeyah to pay the price while he escaped with a few days of pain into death? His thoughts were getting muddled. Suddenly he seemed like the defector, betraying Rufford yet again. "I... don"t know." Rufford

seemed to be looking down at him from the end of a long tunnel. Could he abandon them just when things were darkest? "Give me your word you"ll kill me if we prevail."

"If you still want it, I"ll kill you. I give you my word."

He blinked. Was Rufford sincere? When had he not been? "Do it." He was about to become a monster. Then the tunnel closed, and he saw nothing.

He was tied, spread-eagled, to the amba.s.sador"s bed. Asharti hung like a nightmare above him, her eyes glowing red. He was naked. Juice from the melon she was eating dribbled on his heaving chest as she sat beside him. The pain in his loins was almost unbearable. He writhed in his bonds, but there was no escape. She had been at him all night, bringing him up to a need that was painful, using him for her own pleasure without letting him release the molten fire inside him, opening wounds and licking them. How much more could he stand?

Not that he did not deserve it. She was punishing him for withholding information from her. He deserved the punishment for betraying Rufford. His c.o.c.k throbbed against his belly. He groaned, much as he hated to give her the satisfaction.

"And have you learned your lesson?" she whispered, leaning down to his ear.

"Yes," he gasped. "Yes."

"I"m not sure." She pouted, tossing the melon rind to the floor. "And I must be very sure before I send you into the world. You must know what is in store for you if you disobey me."

The throbbing in his c.o.c.k ramped up another notch. "I... I do!" he cried. "I understand."

She put a hand on his c.o.c.k. He tried to wrench himself away, but he was bound too tightly. The sc.r.a.pe of her palm against his flesh was excruciating. She began to stroke him.

"G.o.d have mercy!" he panted.

Her throaty laugh shook her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. "No, my pet. You must ask me for mercy. I am your G.o.ddess, not your paltry Christian G.o.d." She increased the pace of her hand moving up and down his c.o.c.k. All the while her eyes glowed red. "Beg me for mercy."

Davie could hardly breathe. Fire seemed to be eating at him from inside. Still he hesitated. She could make him beg. But she didn"t. She wanted him to abase himself on his own, d.a.m.n her! But what use was pride when he might burst into flame at any moment?

"G.o.ddess..." He gulped for air. "Have mercy on me."

She leaned in and brushed his lips with her own. "No," she said softly, and pierced his throat with her canines.

He was burning up. He rolled his head from side to side, trying to escape the flames. He heard moaning. And voices.

"Rufford, he needs you."

"I"m nearly healed."

"He can"t wait."

That was Fedeyah. Davie opened his eyes. He lay on a bed in a darkened room, naked, just like his dream, only he wasn"t tied

down. And it wasn"t the amba.s.sador"s great Tudor bedstead but a simple straw mattress on a wooden frame. Sweat-soaked sheets were bunched around him. Davie looked around, expecting to see Asharti waiting in the corner to torture him, but he saw only Rufford outlined in the doorway. The vampire was stripped to the waist. His torso was covered with half-healed wounds.

"Water," Davie croaked.

Rufford sat on the edge of the bed. "Water isn"t what you need." He grabbed a great long knife from the bedside table and

calmly sliced his wrist. Blood welled. Davie could smell it. Something inside him rose up and shouted in joy. What was that, that felt so... alive?

Rufford swiveled around and lifted Davie"s head, holding his bleeding wrist to Davie"s lips. "Quickly, suck before I heal."

Revulsion filled him. But another part hissed, Yes! He bent and sucked. The blood tasted like copper life flowing down his

throat. He drew at the wound greedily. A sense of well-being flooded him. The burning itch along his veins receded. Too soon,

the wound closed. He only just managed to restrain the urge to ask Rufford to open himself again. Rufford seemed to read his thoughts. "In another hour or so, when I have rested." In truth, Rufford looked awful. There were dark circles under his eyes. His wounds were healing slowly. Had he drained his strength so that Davie could make peace with his infection? Davie lifted a hand to his sweaty brow and pushed back damp strands of hair. The lingering fear from his nightmare still vibrated inside him.

"Thank you," he said hoa.r.s.ely. "Not sure thanks is enough for what you"ve done."

Rufford shrugged. "I"m making reinforcements. Strategic use of my blood. You should thank Fedeyah. He"s been taking care of you."

Fedeyah came up behind Rufford with a fresh linen cloth and laid it over Davie. "Thank you, Fedeyah," Davie whispered.

Fedeyah grunted in acknowledgment. "Food?"

Yes. He could eat now. He nodded.

"I think you"ve turned the corner," Rufford observed, standing.

"How long has it been?" This was the first time Davie had even a mild interest. It felt like he had been dreaming of Asharti and

burning inside forever.

"Two days. Would have been faster, but nights have been taking their toll on me."

"How bad is it?"

"People are leaving the city. Some panic and h.o.a.rding of supplies. More of the enemy coming in. Most are newly made, but they

act together. Difficult."

"What he means is that blood is running in the streets." Fedeyah presented a bowl. Davie could smell the dates and goat cheese, along with the scent of the soap used to wash the linen, his own sweat and the mustiness of the earthen floor, the faint whiff of

rancid oil in the bottom of a disused amphora in the corner. He heard the skitter of rats and the call of an imam far away. His senses poured information over him.

Rufford shrugged, trying to look confident. "Reinforcements will be here soon."

"When can I help?" Davie asked. Suddenly he realized how strong he felt, how... whole. Was this the joy Rufford talked about?

Lord, there was some part of him that liked being a monster. He shoved it down. No, he didn"t. He sacrificed himself to the cause of mankind. He would suffer being the stuff of nightmares in order to fight the greater nightmare. It was a fate worse than death. His opinion hadn"t changed about that. But it was a price he would pay, at least for a while. Either he would be killed in battle or, if they won through, Rufford would kill him.

"Soon. I"ll give you blood as often as I can. And there are things you must learn."

Translocating, Davie thought. Feeding. He shuddered and wasn"t sure whether it was horror or ecstasy that trembled down his spine.

"One other thing I should tell you. The Companion with its will toward life gives us... more intense sensations of all kinds." Rufford got a secret smile. He raised his brows and shrugged. "It makes relations between a man and woman... well, the phrase "joys of the flesh" takes on a new meaning." Rufford sighed. Was he missing his wife? "Don"t be surprised by the frequency and power of your erections, especially at first. Later you"ll get more control."

This all sounded like Asharti. Her ghost seemed to hover in the room, laughing that throaty contralto laugh. She had needed constant satiation, regardless of the cost to others. A horror of premonition shot through Davie. "Tell me I don"t have to be like her."

Rufford chuffed a laugh. "You don"t. You won"t be. And how I wish there had been someone to tell me that when she first made me."

Everything had changed, except one thing. He had lost Emma. Now he was separated from her not just by distance but by his very nature. "I only hope Emma never knows what I"ve become. I could not bear her revulsion."

Rufford looked at him for a moment. "She didn"t strike me as a fragile flower. Beth liked her. And Beth doesn"t like the kind of woman who goes into hysterics."

"I"m not talking about having the vapors over some social slight. The stakes are a little greater than that, Rufford."

"Well, you know her better than I."

"I"m just glad she"s safe at home. I wonder you can bear to have your wife in danger."

"It wasn"t my choice," Rufford said softly. "Women have minds of their own, especially Beth. And in a partnership you must treat their desires as equal to yours or you will lose them."

Advice on women from a vampire? And one who made his beloved into a vampire, too.

"Rest," Rufford commanded. "I"ll be ready to give you more blood in an hour."

Emma Fairfield came down the gangplank to the quay from the xebec that had brought her on the last leg from Gibraltar. The solid land beneath her feet felt strange. It had been three weeks since she had left Portsmouth. Not as fast a trip as she would like. But the captain of the packet she had booked pa.s.sage on for her and her three companions had gotten wind of evil doings and political upheaval in Casablanca and set its pa.s.sengers down in Gibraltar. It had taken several days to find a Turkish trader willing both to try to get its cargo into Morocco and to take her up. In Gibraltar she"d sent the two women home in the propriety of each other"s company under the protection of Mr. Stubbs. She had only required their company in order to book pa.s.sage in the first place, since no respectable English ship"s captain would entertain taking a single lady aboard. Thank goodness the Turkish captain had no such nice compunctions.

During the journey she had managed not to let the doubts about what she was doing creep in. There was too much to do to pacify her wrangling companions during the first leg of the journey and too much fresh and strange to be interested in at Gibraltar. Then with the necessity of bribing the Turkish captain and hiring bodyguards for the second leg of the journey, she"d hardly had time for second thoughts.

Now she was here, where Davie might be.

She was surprised that there were only three ships in the harbor and very few people on the quay. Her experience with harbors said that they were usually teeming with workers and pa.s.sengers and sailors. Those in evidence here seemed to be hurrying about in a sort of random panic. The city spread out above her, the whitewashed adobe buildings with their red tile roofs marching up the hill. Palm trees drooped in the hot April sun. The bougainvillea might be colorful beneath the fine coating of dust,

but one couldn"t really tell.

She swallowed. Second thoughts came down in buckets now. It suddenly seemed very much harder than she imagined to find Davie. He had said he"d start in Casablanca, but that didn"t mean he was still here after more than six weeks.

Well, no use crying before the milk was even surely spilled. The first thing was to acquire a roof over her head. She stalked up to a single cart, finished dumping its cargo unceremoniously by the dockside. The driver shook his head and made a woeful sound when she asked after the Prince Hotel. He dropped her and her trunk in front of a modern building in the Georgian style without ceremony. A stream of obviously English people flooded into the street.

"You there, with the cart!" an older man accosted her driver. "To the harbor. I hear a ship has come in."

"That"s my cart," a hefty woman with several ostrich plumes in her brocade turban protested in a screeching voice. Several

others joined in the melee. Emma looked about for a doorman. Not seeing one, she hoisted her trunk by one handle and dragged it through the doors. Inside, chaos reigned. The uniformed attendant behind the desk was arguing with several people. Luggage was stacked everywhere and guests, predominantly men, were rushing about with neck cloths askew and without apparent purpose, contributing to the pandemonium. "Excuse me," she shouted to the man behind the desk, as several of those accosting him threw up their hands and rushed away, creating a gap. "May I check in?"

"Check in?" The man frowned. "Everyone"s checking out!"

"Why?" she asked. Several people turned to her in astonishment.

"The emba.s.sy evacuated," the deskman explained.

"Blood in the streets," a portly woman wailed.

"The end of the world as we know it." This from a gentleman with long white mustachios.

"The place isn"t safe for civilized people."

"Murders every night."

"People drained of blood."

The crowd parted as several more people just dropped their bags and ran for the door under the onslaught of this litany.

Emma felt the blood drain from her face. Davie had said it would be dangerous, but the reality of a city in panic shook her. He

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