Incubus Dreams - Laurell K. Hamilton [310]
The memory wasn’t like a camera view, it was from Avery’s eyes. I had a glimpse down his body, that he was nude, that both women were nude, but still her face . . . I couldn’t see her face.
I slid to my knees, still kissing him. His hands wrapped around my body, and when he pressed us together, I let myself melt into the feel of his arms, his body. I gave myself to the kiss, the embrace, and it was like a stroke of lightning cut through the memory. The colors were brighter, I knew what Sally Cook’s mouth tasted like. I could smell perfume, one that was sharper, more alcohol content, and the other that powdery musk of something expensive. The vampire’s face was like crystal in my head, in his head. Her name was Nellie, and she was a master vampire, and she had met him at the strip clubs, not at the church. She’d brought the stripper, who Avery knew as Morgana.
It was like I suddenly had access to everything that Nellie had said to him, as if I’d unlocked a computer file, and suddenly the information poured in. She’d talked about her master, whom Avery had never met. Her master, who was a real master vampire, not like Malcolm. Someone who knew how to hunt, how to feed, how to be a true predator. Avery had tried to distance himself from her, but she’d pursued him hard. The thought led to a memory of Nellie and another woman vampire. The second vampire looked enough like Nellie to be her sister, almost twin. Her name was Nadine, and she was much younger, much weaker. But they looked alike, and the moment I saw that, I realized that they looked like Avery. They all had the same soft, brown hair, the same soft, oval faces, pale brown eyes. They could have been siblings. Nadine and Nellie had fought after they had had sex with him. Nadine didn’t want to share Nellie on a regular basis.
Avery had used that as an excuse to distance himself again, but then Nellie showed up that night at the club, and she had Morgana in tow, and they offered, and he didn’t say no. I tasted his guilt. It was real enough. He’d broken so many rules of the church. The club, the stripper, and Nellie was dangerous, he knew that, just not how dangerous.
He’d fed on the woman, fed at her neck, then had sex with Nellie. He thought the evening was over, but Nellie started to go down on the other woman. She wanted him to feed from her thigh. Feed in that most intimate of places, but something about it panicked him. Maybe it was the look in the other vampire’s eyes. Soft brown in color, but what we both saw in those eyes was hard, and he knew that if he didn’t get up and go, that she would talk him into anything, everything.
He grabbed his clothes, fled the bedroom, dressed in the living room, and left Morgana alive and happy in bed with Nellie. He went to the church and took one of the coffins they had in the basement for emergencies. He’d been working up to telling Malcolm about Nellie and her scary offer, about a master vampire who knew how to hunt. A master who was actively recruiting church members for his scary little group. But Avery had been waiting until after church services. Then I had come, and plans changed.
I broke the kiss, the way you’d break the surface of a pool, fast and hard, when you’ve been too long under water and you need to breathe. It brought me gasping away from his mouth, and left me inches from his face, so that we were left staring into each other’s wide eyes. If I’d been thinking clearly, I’d have tried to get the next question answered the same way I’d asked the rest, by touch and vampire trickery, or would that be necromancer trickery? Whatever, staring at his face from inches away, and seeing something close to devotion on a stranger’s face, threw me. Jean-Claude might have been used to it, but I wasn’t, and so I did what I always do when I’m scared by some new bit of metaphysics. I resorted to something human and ordinary. I spoke, out loud.
“Is there anyone in the church tonight that joined Nellie and her master?”
“Yes,” he said, in a