Cerulean Sins - Laurell K. Hamilton [166]
Stephen screamed, and the sound whipped me around to see that Valentina had laid a tiny hand on his bare stomach. She wasn’t feeding on his fear. She wasn’t hurting him in any way that I could see. Stephen hid his face, his long blond curls tangling across his made-up face, his naked upper body pressed into the stone, as if he thought he could make himself disappear.
Valentina slid her tiny hand down his waist, to the hips of his white leather pants, and that tore another scream from Stephen’s throat. I suddenly had a clue why the twins were terrified of the children.
Bobby Lee pushed his way beside me. “Bodyguards are supposed to go first, Anita, not second.”
I ignored the anger, because I knew it was frustration. We’d told the guards that we could not start violence under any circumstances, that Musette and her crew had to break truce first. As far as I was concerned this did break truce.
I started towards Stephen, and a strange vampire barred my way. I knew suddenly why our guards were simply standing there with their hands in their proverbial pockets. The vampire wasn’t that tall, but he was bulky, and it wasn’t just muscle. There was something to the hunch of his shoulders. The shape of his head was wrong, somehow. There was nothing specific I could put a finger on, except that he hit the radar as not human. Not human in ways different from other vampires.
He was also one of the few Black vampires I’d ever seen. Some people theorized that the same genetics that made many people of African descent immune to malaria also made them less likely to become vampires. He stood there looking at me, with his dark skin still somehow strangely pale, like chocolate ivory. His eyes were golden yellow, and the moment I looked into them, the words not human came to mind.
Another scream tore the air. It didn’t matter what the thing in front of me was, or wasn’t. I didn’t care.
I tried sidestepping, and the vampire moved with me, not threatening, but not letting me through either. The room was suddenly quiet, so quiet. Gregory’s voice came first, unnaturally loud in the tense silence. “Don’t make me do this, oh, God, don’t make me do this!”
Jean-Claude was murmuring to Musette, and I heard her voice, just a word or two in French. She was basically saying they hadn’t broken truce, this was only entertainment.
I felt my shoulders relax, felt the decision settle into the center of my body. I stared up at the vampire. “You are a coward, an ugly, child-abusing coward.”
The vampire didn’t react, he ignored me, and I didn’t think it was simply bodyguard cool. I tried a few more choice insults, concerning everything from his parentage to his physical appearance, and got glazed blinks. He didn’t speak English. Good.
“Bobby Lee,” I said.
He leaned in close to me, trying even now to insinuate his body between me and the big bad vampire. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Overwhelm him with numbers.”
“Can we cut him up?”
“No.”
“Then we can’t overwhelm him for long.”
“I only need a minute.”
He gave a small nod. “I might just squeeze a minute out of this mess.”
I met his eyes. “Do it.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He made a signal with his hand, and all the wererats moved at once. I sidestepped the mass of black leather, and went quickly to Valentina and Stephen.
I was talking before I’d really gotten to them. I wouldn’t have much time. Micah appeared beside me. Merle and Noah, Micah’s second bodyguard, were practically pressed to his back. I’d made sure all my bodyguards were busy with the vampire. If things went wrong, I wasn’t sure either Merle or Noah would protect me if it meant endangering Micah. Oh, well.
“Stephen had been abused as a child. He was used for sex by his own father, and sold to other men,” I said as I moved forward. I remembered what Jean-Claude had said, that Valentina hated child molesters