But there was One thing she had to say. "We had some trouble," she said hesitantly. She could understand David and Hallie's silence. They hadn't been on a professional engagement—and a man had died. But she couldn't understand why Megan wasn't speaking out.
Sylvia said, "With whom?" Her eyebrows were raised in astonishment.
"Guy named Charles Brody. He got mad when Megan wouldn't take money to meet him afterward. He mentioned your name, Sylvia, but he wouldn't… he didn't accept it too well when we told him we didn't work for Black Moon. He acted like it was going to be okay, that he accepted Megan's refusal, but when he turned to leave, he shoved her down."
"I don't recognize the name, but he could've hired us before," Sylvia said. "Thanks, I'll put him in the watch-for file. Were you hurt?" She waited impatiently for Megan's reply.
"No," Megan said. "Rue caught me. I would've said something, but I'd pretty much forgotten it." She shrugged. She clearly wasn't too pleased with Rue for bringing up the incident.
"I want to speak," Sean said, and that caught everyone's attention.
"Sean, I don't think you've spoken at one of these meetings in three years," Sylvia said. "What's on your mind?"
"Rue, show them your stomach," Sean said.
She rose up on her knees and turned to look at him. "Why?" She was stunned and outraged.
"Just do it. Please. Show the Black Moon people."
"You'd better have a good reason for this," she said in a furious undertone.
He nodded at her, his blue eyes intent on her face.
With a visible effort, Rue faced the group and pulled down the front of her elastic-waist shorts. The Black Moon people looked, and Abilene gave a sharp nod of acknowledgment Phil's dark eyes went from the ugly scar to Rue's face, and there was a sad kinship in them that she could hardly bear. Mustafa scowled, while Rick, David and Hallie looked absolutely matter-of-fact. Haskell, the enforcer, averted his eyes.
"The man who did this is out of the mental hospital, and he's probably here in the city," Sean said, his Irish accent heavier than usual. Rue covered her scars, sank to her knees on the floor and looked down at the linoleum with utter concentration. She didn't know if she wanted to swear and throw something at Sean or… she just didn't know. He had massively minded her business. He'd gone behind her back.
But it felt good to have someone on her side.
"I got a human to find a picture of this man in the newspaper and copy it." Sean began to pass around the picture. "This is Carver Hutton IV. He's looking for Rue under her real name, Layla LeMay. He knows she dances. His family's got a lot of money. He can get into almost any party anywhere. Even with his past, most hostesses would be glad to have him."
"What are you doing?" Rue gasped, almost unable to get enough breath together to speak. "I've kept all this secret for years! And in the space of five minutes, you've told people everything about me. Everything!" For the first time in her life, Rue found herself on the verge of hitting someone. Her hands fisted.
"And keeping secret worked out well for you?" Sean asked coolly.
"I've seen him," a husky voice said. Hallie.
And just like that, Rue's anger died, consumed by an overwhelming fear.
If any of the dancers had doubted Rue's story, they saw the truth of it when they saw her face. They all knew what fear looked like.
"Where?" Sean asked.
Hallie crooked her finger at her partner. "We saw him," she said to David. He put his white arm around her shoulders, and his dark, wavy hair swept over her neck as he bent forward.
"Where?" David asked Hallie.
"Two weeks ago. The bachelor party at that big house in Wolf Chase."
"Oh." David studied the picture a little longer. "Yes. He was the one who kept grabbing at you when you were on top. He said you were a bitch who needed to learn a lesson."
Hallie nodded.
Tiny shivers shook Rue's body. She made an awful noise.
"Jeez," Hallie said. "That's what he said to you, huh, when he cut you? We just thought he wanted us to do a little, you know, play spanking. We did, and he chilled. The host looked like he was upset with the guy's outburst, so we toned it down. Please the man who's paying the bill, right?"
David nodded. "I kept an eye on him the rest of the evening."
Sylvia said, "You watch out for this guy. That's all. Just let Rue know if you've seen him. Nothing else."
"You're the boss," Mustafa said. His voice was low and nimbly, like a truck passing in the distance. "But he will not hurt Abilene."
"Thanks, Moose," said the vampire. She stroked his dark cheek with her white hand. "I love ya, babe."
"Getting back on track," Sylvia said briskly. "Rick, you and Phil didn't turn in your costumes for a week after that Greek party. Hallie, you can't have your mail sent here. If you keep that up, I'll start opening it. Julie, you left the lights on in the practice room last night. I've talked to you about that before."
Sylvia read down a list of minor offenses, scolding and correcting, and Rue had a chance to calm herself while the other employees responded. She was all too aware of Sean standing behind her. She could not have put a label on what she was feeling. She went to sit on the high pile of mats that they sometimes spread on the linoleum floor when they were practicing a new lift.
When the others began leaving, Rue started to pull her outer layer of clothes back on.
"Not so fast," Sean said. "We have practice tonight."
"I'm mad at you," she said.
"Turn out the lights behind you, whichever one of you wins," Sylvia called.
Sean went out into the hall and locked the front door, or at least that was the direction his footfalls took. She heard him come back, heard him over at the big CD player in the corner, by the table of white towels Sylvia kept there for sweaty dancers.
Rue began to warm up, but she still wasn't about to look at Sean. She was aware he began stretching, too, on the other side of the room.
After fifteen minutes or so, she stood, to signal she was ready to practice. But she kept her eyes forward. Rue wasn't sure if she was being childish, or if she was just trying to avoid attacking Sean. He started the CD player, and Rue was startled to recognize Tina Turner's sultry voice. "Proud Mary" was not a thinking song, though, but a dancing song, and when Sean's hands reached out for hers, she had no idea what he was going to do. The next twenty minutes were a challenge that left her no time for brooding. Avril Lavigne, the Dixie Chicks, Macy Gray and the Supremes kept her busy.
And she never once looked up at him.
The next song was her favorite. It was a warhorse, and the secret reason she'd decided to become a dancer, she'd told him in a moment of confidence: the Righteous Brothers' "Time of My Life." She'd worn out a tape of the movie Dirty Dancing, and that song had been the climax of the movie. The heroine had finally gained enough confidence in herself and trust in her partner to attempt a leap, at the apex of which he caught her and lifted her above his head as if she were flying.
"Shame on you," she said in a shaky voice.
"We're going to do this," he said.
"How could you take over my life like this?"
"I'm yours," he said.
It was so simple, so direct. She met his eyes. He nodded, once. His declaration hit her like a fist to the heart. She was so stunned by his statement that she complied when he put his hand on her back, when he took her left hand and pressed it to his silent heart. Her right hand was spread on his back, as his was on hers. Their hips began to move. The syncopation broke apart in a minute as he began to sweep her along with him, and they danced. Nothing mattered to Rue but matching her steps to her partner's. She wanted to dance with him forever. At every turn of her body, every movement of her head, she saw something new in his pale face—a glint of blue eye, the arch of his brow, the haughty line of his nose, which contrasted so startlingly with the grace of his body. When the song began to reach its climax, Sean raced to one end of the long room
and held out his hands to her. Rue took a deep breath and began to run toward him, thinking all the way, and when she was just the right distance from Sean, she launched herself. She felt his hands on her hipbones, and then she was high in the air above his head, her arms outstretched, her legs extended in a beautiful line, flying.
As Sean let her down the line of his body very slowly, Rue couldn't stop smiling. Then the music stopped, but Sean didn't let her feet touch the floor. She was looking right into his eyes, and the smile faded from her face.
His arms were around her, and his mouth was right by hers. Then it was on hers, and once again he asked admission.
Rue whispered, "We shouldn't. You're going to get hurt. He'll find me. He'll try to kill me again. You'll try to stop him, and you'll get hurt. You know that."
"I know this," Sean said, and he kissed her again, with more force. She parted her lips for him, and he was in her mouth, his arms surrounding her, and she was altogether overwhelmed. It appeared that she was his, as much as he was hers.
For the second time in her life, Rue gave herself up to someone else.
"This is different," she whispered. "This is different."
"It ought to be." Sean said. "It will be." He picked her up in one smooth move. Their eyes were locked.
"Why are you getting into my life?" She shook her head, dazed. "There's so much bad in it."
"You fought back," he said. "You made a new life, on your own."
"Not much of one."
"A life with courage and purpose. Now, let me love you this way." His body moved against hers.
"I'm not scared." She was.
"I know it." He smiled at her, and her heart wrenched in her chest.
"You won't hurt me," she said with absolute faith.
"I would rather die." He was so serious.
"You know I can't have children," she said. She meant only to let him know he didn't need to use birth control.
"I can't, either," he murmured. "We can't reproduce."
If she'd ever known that, she'd forgotten it. She felt oddly jolted. She'd always supposed that her barrenness would be a terrible obstacle to forming another relationship, but instead it was a non-issue.
His tongue flicked in her ear. "Tell me what you like," he suggested, his breath tickling her cheek. He walked over to the pile of exercise mats, carrying her as if her weight was nothing.
"I don't know," she said, partly embarrassed at her own ignorance, partly excited because she was sure he would find out what she liked.
"Light out, light on?"
"Out, please."
In the space of a second, he was back beside her. He had a few towels with him. He spread them on the mats, and she was glad, because the vinyl surface was unpleasant to the touch.
"My clothes?" he asked. He waited for her answer.
"Oh… off." Ambient light came through the frosted glass in the door of the studio, and she could see the gleam of his skin in the darkness. He was built smooth and sleek, as dancers usually are, and he was purely white except for the trail of red hair starting below his navel and going down. She followed that trail with her eyes and found herself gasping.
"Oh… oh. Wow."
"I want you very much."
"Yeah, I get that." Her voice was tiny.
"Can I see you?" For the first time, his voice was tentative.
She sat up on the pile of mats and rose to her knees. She pulled off her white T-shirt very slowly, and her bra was gone in an instant.
"Oh," he said. He reached out to touch her, hesitated.
"Yes," Rue said.
His white hands with their long fingers cupped her breasts with infinite gentleness. Then his mouth followed.
She gasped, and it was an urgent sound. His hands began tugging her shorts, gathering up her panties with them, and she lay down so he could coax them over her feet. He stayed down there for a minute or two, sucking her toes, which made her shiver all over, and then he began working his way up her legs.
She was afraid her courage would run out. She wanted him so badly she shook all over, but her only previous experience with sex had been short and brutal, its consequences painful and disastrous.
Sean seemed to understand her misgivings, and he eased his body up her length until his arms wrapped around her and his mouth found hers again.
"I can stop now," he told her. "After this, I'm not sure. I don't want to hurt you or frighten you."
Rue said, "Now or never."
He gave a choked laugh.
"That didn't sound very romantic," she apologized. His hips flexed involuntarily, pressing his hard length against her stomach, and he began to lick her neck.
"Oh," she said, reaching down to touch him. "Oh, please." His fingers touched her intimately, making sure she was ready. The delicate movement of his fingers made Rue shudder.
Then he was at her entrance, the blunt head pushing, and then he was inside her. "Layla," he said raggedly.
"It's good," she said anxiously. After a few seconds, she said again, in an entirely different tone, "It's so good."
"I want it to be better than good." His hips began to move.
Then she couldn't speak.
CHAPTER EIGHT
She had never imagined she could be so relaxed, so content.
His hair had come loose from its ribbon and trailed across her breasts as he lay on his stomach looking down at her. He had never seen anything so beautiful as her face in the faint glow of the city night that lit the room through the frosted glass.
She wondered how he could have become so important to her in such a short time. She loved every line of his face, the power of his sleek white body, the passion of his love-making; but most of all she loved the fact that he was on her side. It had been years since anyone had been on her side, unconditionally, unilaterally. She thought, I should still be angry that he went to Pineville. But she searched for the anger she'd initially felt and found it was gone.
"I'm a wimp," she concluded, out loud.
"I know what that means," Sean said, his voice dreamy. "Why do you say that?"
"I'm glad you found out. I'm glad I don't have to tell you all about it. I'm glad you care enough to want to find… Carver."
The hesitation before she was able to say his name told Sean a lot.
"What did your parents do?" he asked. He hadn't had time to ask Will Kryder all the questions that had occurred to him.
"They didn't believe me," she murmured. "Oh, my brother Les stood by me. He saved me that night. But he's not a strong-willed, forceful kind of guy. See, my dad works for Carver's dad, and my dad probably couldn't get hired anywhere else now. He drinks a lot. I'm not sure he'd still have the job he's got if he wasn't my father. Dad knows Hutton's got to keep him on, or else he might talk. My mother… well, she decided to think it was a clever ploy on my part to get Carver to marry me. When she found out otherwise, she was… livid."
"She wanted you to marry him."
"Yes, she actually believed that I'd want to be tied to the man who raped me."
"In my time, we would have made him wed you," Sean said.
"Really?"
"If you were my sister, I would have made sure of it."
"Because no one else would have married me otherwise, right? Damaged goods."
Sean perceived he had made a massive error.
"And for the rest of my life I would have had to put up with Carver's little ways, like beating on me, because he'd raped me," Rue said coldly.
"All right, in my time, we would have been wrong," he conceded. "But we would have been on your side."
"I have you on my side," she said. "I have you on my side now. If this has meant anything to you."
"I don't get this close to anyone unless it means something to me."
"That come from being an aristocrat? In your time, were you like Carver?" There was an edge to her voice that hadn't been there before.
"The night we first make love, you can compare me to the ma
n who raped you?"
She hadn't thought before she spoke. "After years of weighing every word I said to another person, all of a sudden I've gotten to be the worst—I'm so sorry, Sean. Please forgive me for the offense."
There was a long silence in the dark room. He didn't speak. Her heart sank. She'd ruined it.Her bitterness and mistrust had twisted her more than she knew. But she'd come by it naturally, and she didn't see how she could have existed otherwise.
After another unnerving two minutes of silence, Rue began to fumble around for her clothes. She was determined not to cry.
"Where are you going?" Sean asked.
"I'm going home. I've screwed up everything. You won't talk to me, and I'm going home."
"You offended me," he said, and his voice wasn't level or calm at all. He was saying, You hurt me. But Rue wasn't absorbing that. Before Sean could scramble into his own clothes, she was gone, wearing her flannel shirt tossed over her dance outfit. She'd thrust her feet into her boots without lacing them. She was out the door of the studio, then out the door to the building, before Sean could catch her. He cursed out loud. He had to check the studio and lock everything up; that was the duty of the last person out, and it was something he couldn't shirk. He could always catch up with Rue, he was sure; after all, he was a vampire, and she was human.
Carver was waiting for her in the third alley to the north.
Rue was walking very swiftly. She was trying not to cry; and not having much luck. She wanted to reach the next corner in time for the bus, which would be the last one running on a Sunday night As she passed the alley entrance, Carver burst out with such astonishing suddenness that he was holding her arm before she could react.
"Hello, Layla," he said, smiling.
The nightmares she'd had for four years had come to life.
Carver had always been handsome, but his present look was far from his preppy norm. He'd spiked his dark hair and he was wearing ragged jeans and a leather jacket. He'd disguised himself.
"I have a score to settle with you," he said, still smiling.
Rue hadn't been able to make a sound when he'd grabbed her arm, but now she began to scream.
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