When her laughter had subsided, Natalie stoodwearily and touched her burning shoulder. She pulled her hand backin surprise and eyed the scarlet on her palm. She was bleeding.“Shit.”After everything that had happened, she knew she waslucky to be alive, unlike her poor phone. Still, it was sarcasm,not gratitude that bubbled out, “So, let me guess, Ellish is avampire too?”Gabriel kicked the bloody sword into a stand of weedygrass. Without asking permission, he placed his hand on her neckand tilted her to one side to examine her wound. “Yes, he is. They all were, except Marcus, of course.”“It’s too dark out here to see anything,” she objected quietly, preferring to ignore what he’d said.“I can see well enough to say that you’ve gottenquite a bite.” He sounded calm – too calm – like this was anordinary thing.“Bite? You’ve got to be kidding...” her voicefaded as she recalled the vampire mov
Natalie woke the following day to filtered sunlightsplashed across her face. Faint impressions of a dream lingered,like half formed fingerprints in warm clay. Yes, it had been a warmdream – very, very warm. He’d been beautiful and smooth with darkeyes and strong hands. It was the kind of dream she wanted to stayin.But, she couldn’t, so she slowly opened her eyes,feeling disoriented and sore. Her head ached and her throat feltthick and raw. Her mind was mushy as it tried vainly to process whyshe felt so bad, and finally concluded that she must have ahangover.She rolled over and found herself staring at a setof heavy orange drapes. A single thought drifted though herconsciousness: Orange? Who in the hell has orangedrapes?Her muscles complained as she sat up too quickly andher eyes darted around the shabby motel room. She scrabbled througha tumble of memories, but the replay stuttered to a stop when asharp pain erupted in her shoul
Natalie followed Gabriel across the motel parking lot to the sidewalk. Under the odd colored streetlights, her skin glowed pasty white and the sidewalk seethed in a thick boilingblack; a surreal scene after so much confusion.The pair didn’t speak as they headed towards the gas station. Only the eerie sound of the rustling cornfield broke the silence.The convenience store was a typical concretebuilding, decorated with a grinning turtle. Taped to the largeglass windows was an assortment of signs advertising hay rides,houses for lease, and a two for one sale on cigarettes. It was thearrangement beyond that caught her attention, though. There was arack of maps and sunglasses, a stand of motor oil and anti–freeze,and an array of junk food in appealing multi-colored packaging.The door chimed as they walked in, and the clerk behind the counter, a boy who might have been eighteen, gave theman alarmed look.Gabriel went to the drink
When they reached the motel, Gabriel unlocked the door and hurriedly stuffed her into the room. He promised he’d be back soon and took off, leaving her alone.She flopped onto the bed and flipped through the TVchannels. She ran the gamut of the basic cable’s offerings without finding anything to hold her interest. In desperation, she settled on the local news. She was just ready to change the channel again,when a report came on about an abandoned farmhouse that had burned to the ground. Authorities weren’t certain yet what had happened,but there were human remains among the wreckage and they suspected that they’d been having a party when calamity struck.Natalie’s mouth dropped open like a cartoon character. It was Gabriel’s house – or the house he’d been in. Theblonde anchorwoman, shiny nailed hands folded on the desk in front of her, said that they were still trying to contact the owner andID the bodies at this time. So far they had no idea wh
The car waiting outside for them was large and blue:a relic of an era when people were more interested in size than gas mileage.Natalie found herself quickly bundled into the backseat. Gabriel slipped back into the motel room to return with the ugly orange bedspread. He wrapped it tightly around her, soaked clothes, murmuring encouraging phrases to wipe away the horror that shone in her eyes. Her head bobbed in time to his words and she agreed to the nonsense he was saying. She wanted to believe that it was all okay. And then a strange calm feeling descended on her. She let herself go with it, floating away on the tide of safety it offered.She relaxed back into the seat and Gabriel saidsoftly, “I’ll be right back,” before he disappeared into the hotel room again.With Gabriel gone, she suddenly became aware of the driver's presence. He had broad shoulders and long tawny hair that hung in a ponytail down his back. He didn’t bothe
With the danger past, a strange sense of safety settled over her. Boredom and the rhythm of the highway eventually pulled Natalie into the uneasy sleep of a passenger. She woke in the backseat, a scream trapped in her throat, her head swimming with dreams of blood and fanged vampires ripping her to shreds. Sherubbed her head and then checked her watch to find that it was one-thirty in the morning.She blinked the sleep from her eyes and glanced into the front seat. The pair of men were wrapped in silence, both staring through the windshield. The blonde’s hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white with the effort. Palpable disagreement hung in the air, but she couldn’t identify the cause.Gabriel seemed to sense her gaze and turned to look at her. His warm, rich voice rolled back to her through the darkness, “How are you feeling?”“I’m... okay,” she lied. Truthfully she didn’t know how she felt. She didn’t think she was okay
Gabriel’s smile was small but warm. “All right, then get some rest and I’ll see you tomorrow.” He gazed into her face asif he might kiss her, but to her disappointment he only released her arms and moved away.He left quickly and she berated herself as she ran a hot bath. She’d just decided that something was wrong with all of them, so how could she want him to kiss her? He might have a contagious disease!She scrubbed herself clean and then ran a second bath to soak in until she felt sane again. Her mind tried to replay the day’s events but she refused to let it. She needed a few moments of quiet peace where she thought of nothing.When her eyelids grew heavy, she climbed from the bath and dried herself off with large soft towels. The nightgown provided for her was the color of cream and she slid it over her head. The feel of the material against her skin was almost exciting as it settled into place. The neckline dipped low, with
.She clutched an armload of pink cloth to her chest and approached Natalie without looking up. When she spoke, hervoice sounded as weary and strung out as she looked. “The mistresssends you this, with her compliments.”Natalie stood quickly and blinked in surprise as she realized this must be a real servant and not a joke.Reluctantly, she took the clothes and noted with an almost abhorrent disgust that bandages were also on the woman’s neck and chest, peeping out from beneath the dress, and held on by large quantities of white medical tape. She looked like she’d been muggedby thieves wielding a letter opener as a weapon.Natalie turned her attention to the dress she'd been given. It was a light, creamy pink with no sleeves and a knee length skirt. A swath of pink lace decorated the bodice, along with a broach set with pink stones that caught the light. The dressprobably cost more than she made in a week! The thought bothdelighted