Pike

by Brea Viragh

  “See anything you like?” he called.

  Lavinia shook her head, propped up on her elbows to watch him saunter toward the refrigerator. She felt exactly right. Sitting in the opulent living room, surrounded by modern furniture and windows open to the night skyline. Cool air caressed her overly heated skin. She took a moment to appreciate the absurdity of it, her body delectably sore. Arms wide, she flopped onto her back, a sigh caught in her throat.

  “This is insane,” she muttered.

  Pike kissing her. Pike tasting her, touching her, and running to grab a bottle of champagne. She could see him in the kitchen, rummaging about. He looked impossibly handsome, the dark chestnut of his hair silvered by moonlight. His skin golden and face lit up with a smile. Then his gaze fell on her across the room and magic passed between them. A power so confusing and intense it robbed her of the ability to breathe. For a split second, she could have sworn she saw the air sparkle between them.

  With the uncorked bottle in one hand and two champagne flutes in the other, Pike walked back to her, set everything on the nightstand, and then lowered to his knees. “I want to kiss you. I can’t resist, and I’m not even going to try.” Then he claimed her mouth in a touch that burned.

  The heat turned gentle the longer they held contact. It became something sweet. Something tender. Something she knew she would cherish long after their night ended. Pike swept her up in his arms, her head cradled against his shoulder while still balancing the bottle.

  Lavinia wondered how many other women Pike had brought back to his place. How many others he’d caressed and seduced. That thought brought a bitter taste with it.

  “Champagne,” she demanded.

  “As you desire.”

  There would be no more thoughts about others. Only his warmth, his weight. The delicious bubbles pouring freely.

  Later, she told herself as she became lost in Pike again, later she would think about how crazy it seemed. How it felt to be a psychic, a part-time prophet, who hadn’t foreseen falling in love with an unnamable supernatural creature.

  Falling in love? Yeah right.

  She was well beyond the falling stage, Lavinia admitted. She’d loved him from the first night they met. And there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it.

  **

  She woke at dawn, a sound from outside jolting her out of one of the snatches of sleep Pike had allowed them. He was beside her, chest rising and falling evenly, his body warm. For a long moment she just gazed at him, memorizing the picture for later.

  This was a new experience, she mused. Not the kind of dream she’d expected to come true. She’d never experienced a desire like this before—the kind of desire that grew inside of you until you knew, with absolute certainty, that you’d found the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of your life. Instead of the weak-willed woman she’d always thought herself, an animal had sprung up in her place. A passionate, uninhibited wanton.

  She hoped to have the experience frequently.

  The searing sex she’d anticipated. One look at Pike had assured her of that. What she hadn’t expected was the tenderness. He wanted her. What a thrill! She refused to let her visions of the future put a damper on her happiness. Not when she already knew their end was inevitable.

  She slid from between the sheets and grabbed a towel to cover her nakedness. Then she went to pick up the clothing that they’d scattered across the living room.

  Yuck! Everything was stiff with dried and caked muck and grime that smelled of something putrefying. She shuddered and tugged the towel closer around her. Maybe he had a washer and dryer somewhere? The kitchen was a good place to look.

  She hummed a little tune, peeking into the refrigerator for something to eat. “What the hell?” Her perusal turned up a number of bottles containing a range of alcoholic beverages and little else.

  “You being up this early is ridiculous.”

  Lavinia swiveled at his voice, shocked to see him standing buck-naked against the counter, his eyes half-closed and his voice sleepy.

  “You should go back to bed,” she told him. “You need all the sleep you can get after our all-night marathon sex session.”

  His eyes opened at the mention of sex. “Come here.”

  Again, calling her like a damn dog. Only this time there was an undercurrent in his voice. A craving lacking before. She tiptoed closer, her fingers curling into his chest hair. “Maybe I’m the one who’s sleeping. Because if I were awake, I would see how crazy this situation is. I can’t be here in your kitchen trying to find something to eat.”

  “Can, and are.” He gently tugged her fingers away from his chest and stretched them out until her palms lay flat. “I can hardly believe it myself.”

  She shook her head, eyes closing. “Mmm, your bed is so comfortable. I could lie in it for days. I feel like I ran a marathon. Maybe two.”

  In fact, her body trembled the longer she stood upright. Her head felt heavy, which she attributed to the lack of sleep.

  “I see. You only want me for my bed.”

  A few romps on the California king-size beauty with satin sheets had been a perk. But not the highlight of the evening.

  “Tell me about the spell book.”

  “Hmm?” Her response was sleepy and soft.

  “I want to know what happened. The night you got your powers.”

  “I’m sure I told you before.”

  “No.” He shook his head. “You’ve always managed to dodge the subject.”

  “Well,” she began slowly. “It was a prank. All the kids in school went to the magic shop and touched something.”

  Pike laughed. “You became immortal from a prank?”

  “It was…like being born again.” Her pitch deepened and became wistful. “The book drew me in. I can’t read Latin, Pike, but there I was. Mouthing these words I didn’t know from a spell on crumbling pages…” she trailed off, and her next statements were rife with disbelief. “There was light. I was sucked backward through a vacuum. All the air rushed out of my body and it felt like my blood turned to stone. I woke up with a clerk screaming over me and accusing me of shoplifting. I didn’t have my first vision until a week later.”

  She didn’t tell him the first vision she saw was him.

  “Pretty potent for a prank,” he insisted.

  “Tell me about it. Sometimes the smallest things can change our lives. I’m still trying to figure out what you see in me,” she continued. “I hate to say it, but the only time men throw themselves at my feet is when they’re dead. You’re not a ghoul in disguise, are you?”

  She felt his head shake before Pike murmured, “No, love, definitely not a ghoul.”

  “Then you must be alive.” She stared up at his hard, handsome face. Happy he was holding her upright. She wondered what kind of products he used that gave his skin such a healthy glow. While she felt like she was about to topple over, Pike looked positively vibrant. The month-long-vacation-with-a-massage-every-day kind of vibrant.

  His arms snaked around her to pull her against him. He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, which curled up into a grin at the contact. What she wouldn’t give to be wide-awake to enjoy it.

  “So what are you?” she couldn’t help but ask again.

  If she hadn’t been tangling tongues with him, she might have missed the flicker of stiffness. The slight backing off even when his arms stayed around her.

  “Sorry, I’d rather not say.”

  “Aw, come on. I think we’ve gotten to a point in our relationship that I deserve to know who I’m sleeping with.”

  Pike leaned in. “Don’t you mean what?”

  It bothered her, she realized. Like an ant crawling under her skin. She was an open book for him, answering questions when he asked and baring her soul for his scrutiny. But she knew nothing about him.

  “You won’t give me an answer?” she pushed.

  “Lavinia, drop it. Enough. How about we go back to bed and I’ll show you the man you’re s
leeping with. No more questions.”

  “I’m going to start getting a complex about this.”

  “Get whatever complex you want,” he retorted.

  “You really aren’t going to tell me?”

  “No, I’m not. Sorry, but there are some things that are better left unsaid.”

  “Fine.” She moved out of his embrace and snatched up the nearest piece of clothing that wasn’t ready for the trash heap, which turned out to be Pike’s leather jacket. With a soft curse, she yanked her arms into the sleeves and let the towel slide to the floor. She headed into the living room, where the carpet was warm and clean beneath her bare feet. A stark contrast to the mud and sewage they’d been trouncing through the night before. The contrast was almost sublime.

  Nevertheless, she began pulling on her disgusting pants and boots.

  Pike followed her own, hands on his naked hips. “What are you doing?”

  “I’m leaving,” she stated. Whirling around in a circle, she searched for her own jacket and wallet. She’d need money for another cab. And where the hell was her pepper spray? “Anything is better than staying here with you.”

  “You can’t run out just because I refuse to tell you what I am.”

  Pike said it with a laugh. As if the very idea amused him. And that had Lavinia seeing red. He found this funny? He found her emotional torment amusing? No wonder he kept her around. She was good for a laugh.

  “I’m not running out because of that. I’m running out because…because I can’t stay here. There needs to be honesty between us. I tell you whatever you want to know, and many things you don’t even ask.” She paused and shook her head at that little absurdity. “It’s the principle of the matter, Pike.”

  “The principle, Lavinia? Is learning what I am going to make a difference in how you feel?” He followed her as she stomped back into the kitchen.

  “Yes. No. I don’t know.”

  His hands framed her face, urging her to look at him. “Why don’t you tell me, then? You’re an observant woman. In some cases. Surely you’ve spent enough time staring at me.”

  The admission cost her little. “I do stare at you a lot.”

  “You do.” He tweaked her nose. “Now come, sit. If you’re so determined, then I’ll help you figure it out.”

  The muscles around her heart compressed at the prospect. He’d been around a long time. That was painfully clear from the moment she first saw him.

  “You obviously have had a long life,” she said, leaning against the kitchen counter. She dragged the jacket closer around her torso.

  “True. I’ve lived for centuries.”

  “So you’re…what…some kind of supreme, mythological being?”

  “Exclude the pantheon of gods. It will make this easier.” His fingers tapped against the counter. He was nervous, she realized. He didn’t want her to find out. Why had he agreed, then?

  “I’ve never seen you shift.”

  “Because I’m not physically capable of doing so,” he answered.

  “A phoenix?”

  “Never been fond of fire.”

  “How about a dragon?”

  Pike gestured around the room. “Do you see any piles of gold?”

  “You’re definitely not an angel,” she teased.

  “More of a demon, if you will.”

  A demon soul. Her mind scratched against its confines trying to determine Pike’s origin story. She thought about what she knew, what she’d seen over the years. The soul of a demon…?

  “I’ve never seen you drink blood.”

  “Means nothing.”

  She scoffed. “You can’t be undead.”

  He stared at her. Was he disappointed? “Can’t I?”

  “Oh. Oh, God.” Lavinia sucked in a deep breath, her gaze darting between him and the floor. “It can’t be.”

  Pike slid closer until his nearness sent her blood pressure spiking. He wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pushed against her. “Say it.”

  “What?”

  “Lavinia. What am I? Say it.”

  The heat rushing through her body evaporated, replaced by cold. “You’re…a vampire.” Her voice was a whisper of sound. Barely audible. Taken from her lips and strewn far the moment it was birthed. The moment she said the word, she was overtaken by the sensation of cords. Silken cords. Wrapping in and around and binding her to the creature in front of her. She rubbed her arms against the feeling even though she saw nothing. Yet the bonds were there.

  Pike smiled with what looked like relief and even resignation. “You figured it out. Took you long enough.”

  “But you don’t… I’ve never… You walk in the sunlight!”

  “That I do.”

  “And you eat garlic!”

  “In small doses,” he agreed. “Great for the digestion but not so good for the breath.”

  “You…you don’t drink blood,” she continued in an undertone, her eyes on the floor. “I would have seen it.”

  “Ah, love. There are more things under heaven than you understand. I don’t have to drink blood to survive. I’m not that kind of vampire.”

  “Then how do you…feed?”

  “The one thing you haven’t managed to figure out.” His voice was full of bitter triumph. “I’d think it simple. Love, my dear Lavinia. I feed on love. And yours has been a delicious feast.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Her back stiffened and her bones felt like shattering. Love? How could anyone feed on love?

  “You’re joking,” she said.

  He leaned over her but she held her ground. “I’m afraid not.” There was no remorse in the statement. He bent to lay his lips at her throat. “It’s what I’ve been for centuries. You know I’m not human.”

  It was hard to push him away when her body craved his touch. Like a sugar addict craved bags of candy. Her hands trembled as they rose to his chest. She couldn’t quite muster the force to shove him away.

  “How long?” she asked.

  “Pretty vague question. Care to narrow it down for me?”

  “How—” She broke off.

  Her mind must have used up most of its thinking power figuring out the answer to her question. She couldn’t get it to form a coherent thought now. How long had he been a vampire? How long had she loved him enough to…feed him? How had she not known?

  She finally settled on the one question she really didn’t want to know. The one she needed an immediate answer to before she broke. “How many?”

  Too shocked to smile, he asked, “Women? That’s not exactly something a man goes around sharing.”

  “Tell me,” she demanded. Goosebumps rose on her skin when his fingers trailed down to land on her hips. Her rear had frozen to the counter and ice skittered in her veins as she waited. Waited to grow a pair and run far away. Waited for his answer.

  She knew, logically, there was nothing she could say to make herself feel better. Not when she was counting down the clock and waiting for him to disappear. Undeniably not when she was one of many women duped into giving up a piece of her heart.

  “At the moment, there are three. You and two others.

  His eyes were black, deep and monstrous. Treacherous to the point it made her heart bleed to look at them. She thought of all the things she wanted to say to him. The insane amount of screaming, crying, pleading for it to be untrue. Then kept it all bottled up inside of her.

  “Well, I hope you had a good meal, then.” Her voice was unusually calm. “Glad to know you’ll have enough for a doggy bag. And that you won’t starve when I leave.”

  Pike caught her as she moved past him, turning her to look him in the face. His face—too handsome to be anything human—hardened under her gaze. “You need sleep. Go back to bed and forget about this. Better yet, take a shower. Get clean.”

  “Forget? Take a shower? Are you kidding me?” She rallied a smile despite the burn in her eyes. “Thanks so much for your concern. I’d always heard a good meal can dull the sense
s but I would never have imagined I would be this good to eat.”

  “It’s not…it’s not like that.” He used his free hand to run through his hair, brows pulling together. “I don’t want you to leave upset.”

  She counted to ten in an attempt to rein in her next comment. Then spoke through clenched teeth. “I’m not staying.” Then came the sudden, inexplicable feeling that a bomb was about to explode.

  He twisted around to glare at her. “Don’t do this. Don’t ruin a beautiful night because you don’t understand.”

  “What don’t I understand?” she growled in response. “You purposely led me on. You made me fall in love with you so you could eat. Our friendship meant nothing to you.”

  “What do you want me to say? You want me to apologize? I can’t apologize. I won’t. It’s what I am.”

  “You not only hurt me, but there are two other women out there. You’re doing the same thing to them and you don’t care.”

  He lowered his chin as if ashamed. “A lion doesn’t apologize to a deer for being a predator. I’m the same.”

  “Your arrogance is astounding. Even when I knew this would happen, it still hurts.” She slammed a fist into her heart. “Right here. It hurts, and I saw it, and I still ran right into your arms. I’m the stupidest person who has ever lived.”

  “You knew?” Pike said, his voice still smooth but fire in his eyes. “You had a vision?”

  She couldn’t imagine what would happen if Pike lost his temper. It had always been a concern of hers. Whatever creature he was—and wouldn’t tell her until now—she knew better than to push him over the edge, instinctively realizing that it would be a very, very bad thing. Now she wondered why Pike should be the one getting angry when she’d finally learned the truth.

  “Yes, I had a vision. It was one of the clearest I’d ever had, and it was this moment.” She hiccupped, swallowing a fresh wave of misery. Tension coiled in her stomach. “I should have run instead of finding ways to spend time with you. Instead of finding all these little idiosyncrasies to fall in love with.”