Stakes & Stilettos - Michelle Rowen [109]
My temperature had plunged even more at hearing his full diagnosis. “You think.”
“There have been others like you, many years ago, and their blood was a sacred gift thought to be sent from the gods as a cure for illness.”
“So, what? You mix a little of my blood with some peach schnapps and call it a day?” My jaw was tight. “So what was with the whole song and dance? Why didn’t you just do it a week ago when the stake was sticking out of my chest? There was plenty to go around then.”
“I have to wait for the full moon two weeks from tonight.” He sighed and it came out sounding very weary. “There are all these annoying rules with this sort of thing.”
“So the full moon. Then what?”
“Then you will sire me as a vampire.”
I blinked. “But you’re the leader of the vampire hunters. Don’t you see a bit of a problem with that?”
“I am dead to the hunters. I’ve been buried. I can begin a new life.”
“You’re crazy.”
“Getting there.”
“I’m not making you a vampire.”
“I’m afraid that I’m not giving you a choice in the matter.”
I took a deep breath. Okay, I’d had about enough of this. I walked over toward him and put my hand on his chest. My nightwalker juices had started to flow and the fog that had slowly rolled in was helping to chase away that petrified feeling and solidify it into something much different and a hell of a lot scarier. For him, that is.
With one push, he stumbled backward and landed in the chair.
He raised an eyebrow. “Interesting.”
“Oh, I’m just getting started.” I leaned forward so I was looking directly into his eyes, knowing without a doubt that mine had turned black, since I now saw the world a bit differently—more like a predator would. “I want you to let me out of here. Right now. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you.” He didn’t make any moves and his eyes didn’t glaze over in that special mind-control way.
I frowned. “Let’s try this again. Let me out of here now.”
“I believe I told you before, Sarah, that vampiric mind control only works on weak-minded humans. My mind, despite my obvious injuries, is very strong from years of training against potential dangers like this.”
I hissed at him. Maybe I couldn’t stab him in the heart with a knife, but his neck, on the good side, did look extremely appetizing. I settled down onto his lap and pressed my face against his throat. “What if I bite you right now?”
“I would strongly suggest against it.”
He didn’t flinch as my teeth grazed his flesh. The world began to narrow in and I felt the darkness gathering inside me. I could taste his pulse, and sinking my fangs into his neck seemed like the best idea I’d had in a very long time.
“Taking the chain away was a mistake,” I whispered into his ear. “I’m a little different when I’m hungry these days. And I’m suddenly extremely hungry.”
“I don’t think Thierry would appreciate you sitting on my lap like this.”
“I’m sure he’d understand.” I traced my tongue along the side of his neck and tasted the salt of his skin and the smell of his cologne. Very tasty.
Then I felt his hand on my ass under my skirt and he squeezed. It made me jump and I got up quickly.
“What the hell was that?” I snapped.
He grinned. “What I normally do when a woman is crawling all over me.” He flicked his head to the right. “Take a look at what’s over there on the table. Perhaps we should move this meeting along a bit, although I did enjoy the lap dance.”
I glared at him, drawing my upper lip back from my fangs. Then I moved toward the table to the side of the chair and looked down.
There were photos on top of it. Black-and-white surveillance photos.
“You see?” He stood beside me now. “I have been watching, Sarah. I know everything about you. And all I want from you is for you to sire me come the full moon. I want to be healed and I have no intention