Don't Talk Back To Your Vampire

by Michele Bardsley

  Between the increased patrols, über-magic spells, and full-time vigilance of Ruadan, Broken Heart probably was the safest possible place for any paranormal being.

  “They’ll discuss what to do about Koschei. No Ancient has ever gone droch fola, and no one knows what will happen to the Family line if an Ancient dies.” He stood up and I stood with him.

  He kissed me lightly, then rose into the air.

  I wanted to shout: That’s it? Where’s the romantic gesture? The claim of undying love? The marriage proposal?

  Instead, I watched him until he disappeared, feeling bereft.

  The countdown to the demolition of my home ticked to zero.

  That night, I sat down on the porch steps for the last time and petted the squirrel that had scurried into my lap.

  Tamara and I had tried to get back to the way things had been before, but we were both changed.

  We held a small memorial service for Johnny Angelo, though he had no grave. Jessica had declared that the old movie theater on Main Street would be restored and renamed Johnny Angelo Theatre. She even planned a weeklong movie marathon featuring all of Johnny’s films.

  I looked over my shoulder at my empty, forlorn house. All the books were now installed in the Consortium library. Tamara and I had picked out a nice ranch-style house within the compound. Not only would it give us extra security, but it was also near the school.

  The Consortium council wasn’t convinced I would be a good teacher, but with Jessica and Lorcan advocating for me, I had been given temporary teacher status. School was starting late, the second week of October. The first of the month was only days away and I had a lot to do. I was really nervous, but excited, too. Mom always said that when God closed a door, he opened a window. I guess the library was my closed door and the school my open window.

  Still, I was grappling with the idea that tomorrow evening the house would be torn down and a security tower built.

  Tamara had stayed at our new house. She was painting the walls of her bedroom dark purple and mourning the loss of Durriken. He and his family had gone on another hunt, but he promised to return before Christmas. He also gifted her with a BlackBerry. The boy could slay vampires and text-message. Now that’s talent.

  I guess the reason I had returned was not only to say good-bye to the house and to this chapter of my life but to see if Lucky would show up.

  I missed him and worried that he had gotten hurt or worse. But maybe he had moved on. What I really hoped was that he had found his mate and was out in some lovely forest making puppies with her.

  The relationship between Lorcan and me remained affectionate, but he kept me at arm’s length. At least that’s the way I felt. I do not know why I was so scared to tell Lorcan the truth about my feelings. I didn’t want to be rejected, but mostly I didn’t want to hear him say that he didn’t love me.

  As I continued to wallow in angst, I heard a howl.

  I plucked the squirrel from my lap and put him on the stair. He chittered at me, obviously chewing me out for displacing him.

  The soulful noise came again and I hurried into the yard and looked at the woods. Lucky bounded out of them, running toward me with joyful abandon. He slowed considerably when he reached the yard and stopped a couple of feet away.

  I’m glad you’re here, I sent to him. I missed you.

  He sat on his haunches and yipped.

  Then he started to change. The fur seemed to suck into his skin. His snout shortened and his limbs lengthened.

  Within moments I was looking at Lorcan.

  Chapter 29

  “Oh, my God.” Shocked, I stared at him.

  “You’re Lucky? You’re a lycan?”

  He uttered Gaelic and a pair of faded blue jeans and a gray T-shirt appeared on his body. I noticed the concession to color; he had been retiring his mourning look.

  Lorcan stood up, his silver gaze on mine. “It is the last thing I needed to tell you.” He stepped toward me, gauging my reaction, but honestly, I was too stunned to move. My gorgeous wolf was . . . Lorcan?

  “It started a couple months ago. The first time, the change just . . . happened. After that, I learned to control it. When I walked around in wolf form, I felt compelled to visit you. You emit this . . . pulse that attracts the animals.” He looked at me, his emotions shining in his eyes. “You were so beautiful and so kind. I watched you, Eva. I watched you and I fell in love with you.” He looked uncertain now. “I have never found anyone like you. I want to spend forever with you.”

  Had some part of me known that Lorcan was Lucky? I don’t know. I only know no other man had ever meant as much to me as he did. “Will I turn into a wolf, too?”

  He shook his head. “I don’t know. Will it matter, Eva? Will this be the one thing that keeps us apart?”

  Was this why he couldn’t commit to me? I wanted to laugh, to shout, to cry. I crossed the space between us and went into his open arms. He leaned down to kiss me and the flame of desire licked through me.

  “I love you, too,” I said.

  “I want to bind with you, Eva.”

  “Here? Now?”

  “If you can accept all the things I have done, if you can accept who I am, and still love me . . . then, please, Eva. Marry me.”

  “Yes.” I kissed him again. “Yes!”

  “First, there is the Claiming.” He put his hand on my neck and said, “You are mine.”

  Heat flared on my skin. I put my hand on Lorcan’s neck and said, “You are mine.”

  When I drew my hand away, I saw my ruby symbol fused to the middle of a rose.

  “If Tamara accepts me as her”— he gulped — “father, then I will claim her as well. But only if she wants me.”

  “She will,” I assured him. “She knows a good man when she sees one.”

  He nodded. “Then there is the Word-giving.” He drew away from me slightly and stared into my eyes. “Eva, I promise to honor you, cherish you, and love you for all my days.”

  “Not just a hundred years?”

  “A hundred years won’t be long enough, a stóirín.”

  Grinning like a fool, I said, “I promise to honor you, cherish you, and love you for all my days.”

  I felt something electric arc between us. The magic of love was binding us together.

  “Finally, there is the Mating.” He scooped me into his arms. “I know that there is one piece of furniture left in the house.”

  “That’s true. The sleigh bed.”

  Lorcan took me into the house, carrying me all the way to the basement, where my luxurious bed with all its pillows and soft sheets waited. Rose petals were strewn on the floor and the bed. Red and pink fairy lights danced above the bed.

  “When did you do this?” I asked. It was the most romantic gesture I’d ever seen.

  Lorcan smiled as he put me on the bed. He cupped his hands and whispered in Gaelic. Then he opened one hand and showed me the gold ring. The rose in the middle had been carved from a ruby.

  “Ruby was my mother’s name,” I said, as my eyes ached with the need for tears. “That’s why it’s my symbol.”

  He slipped the beautiful ring onto my finger. “I love you.”

  “I can see that.” I took a giddy moment to look at the ring, then gestured at my clothes. “Get rid of the clothes so we can do Step Three.”

  “As my wife commands.” Another Gaelic spell was uttered and suddenly we were naked.

  We lay together on the bed.

  Lorcan took my mouth in a gentle caress. My lips were pliant, willing, and he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue inside to mate with mine. His hand slipped through my hair. I reveled in each tender gesture, each slow sensation caused by his patient tending of me.

  His lips moved down my throat, lingering at the base. He trailed a path to my breasts, raining tiny kisses over each of them, cupping them in his hands to bring them closer to his mouth. His warm lips closed over one erect nipple, and pleasure shot through me.

  He
cupped the breast, which was still throbbing from his attention, and gently twisted the nipple. I gasped at the pleasure-pain invoked. As he pinched the still-wet nipple with his thumb and forefinger, he wrapped his lips around the taut peak of the neglected breast and sucked hard, nipping the end with his teeth.

  I pressed closer to him, suddenly ravenous, needy. My hands glided over his smooth chest. I felt the ridges of his stomach muscles, the firm skin of his thighs, and the roundness of his ass. One hand cupped his buttocks, the other touched his cock, pressed against my stomach. With one finger, I stroked it from base to tip. I encircled the head, then slid my hand down its firm length.

  He suckled, licked, nipped. I touched, stroked, and squeezed.

  Lorcan’s hand coasted down my stomach and found the nest of curls at the apex of my thighs. He gently pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger, released the tiny nub, and pinched again.

  I moaned.

  He laved my nipples and slipped two fingers inside me. I moved in rhythm with his strokes and pressed his head against my breast, wanting more from him. He bit my nipple and the rough edge of his teeth sent pleasure cresting through me.

  “I want you inside me,” I said.

  He parted my thighs and entered me slowly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and drew him in deeper.

  With one hand, he captured my wrists and raised my arms above my head. With the other, he steadied himself. His cock filled me, his motions slow, steady, and tender. Oh, so tender.

  His mercurial gaze captured mine. “I love you.”

  “Then show me.”

  He increased his pace, his strokes deep and sure. Still he held my wrists. I bucked against him, my clit throbbing.

  A moan escaped his lips and he bent to sink his fangs into my neck.

  My body went from slow burn to explosion. I was awash in need, desire. A buzzing climbed my spine, then zipped down again, sensation after sensation vibrating from my core.

  The orgasm burst inside me, so brilliant, so pure, I cried out, caught in the web of pleasure.

  Lorcan’s ragged cry of release echoed mine.

  We collapsed against each other, and he drew my hand down. He kissed my palm. “Now that I have you as my wife and that we will be a family, do you know what I am?”

  “Hmm. What?”

  He grinned. “Lucky.”

  Epilogue

  Honoring the maiden’s wishes, the prince tended to her throughout the evening. As her breath shallowed and her eyes fluttered closed, his heart squeezed in grief.

  “I will stay with you and await the dawn,” he promised. How could he fear dying when he was with the other half of his soul? “What is life,” he asked the maiden, “without love? I would rather have this one night with you than another thousand years.”

  A beautiful glow emanated from his lady. The heat and light were filled with such all-encompassing joy, he feared it not.

  As the radiance subsided, he found the maiden awake. He helped her to sit up and she cupped his face. “I was cursed,” she said. “I was told that only a man who walked the night and who swore his devotion to me could break it.”

  Overjoyed, the prince took the maiden into his arms. “You were worth the wait,” he whispered.

  “As were you,” she whispered back.

  And they lived happily ever after . . .

  —From The Prince and the Maiden,

  by Lorcan O’Halloran

  Read more of Lorcan’s work in

  Forever Night: A Collection of Short Stories

  Coming soon from Broken Heart Press

  A LETTER FROM TAMARA

  Dear Dad,

  Thanks for the iPod. I really needed a device that can hold ten million songs. I am so not turning down a new laptop, either. I guess I can wait for Christmas. Heh-heh.

  I think it’s great that Mom had a miracle recovery, too. It was cool of you to offer to take care of me. I don’t want to make this a big deal, but my home is in Broken Heart with Mom and Lorcan. And, yeah, my new stepdad is nice.

  We just got a Great Dane puppy that we named Bert Again (long story). He’s a clumsy goofball, but he likes our cats and he plays with the squirrels. The squirrels don’t like it that much, but Bert Again keeps trying to make friends.

  Quit worrying about my boyfriend. You’re worse than Mom! I guess you can meet him— but you totally have to chill out. Anyway, Durriken is traveling with his parents and there’s no ETA on his return. Happy? (That’s a joke.)

  I hope you understand why I want to wait until next summer to visit you. I know you’re sorry and all, and I’m glad you want a second chance. I figure we’ll be okay, Dad. I just need some time to process everything and get used to how much my life is changed. Tell everyone I said hi. I’ll talk to you soon.

  Love and all that junk,

  Tamara

  EVA’S REVISED GLOSSARY

  Gaelic Irish Words and Phrases

  a ghrá mo chroi: love of my heart

  a stóirín: my little darling

  a thaisce: my dear/darling/treasure

  bard: poet-Druid (see filí); storyteller and singer of Celtic tribes

  céardsearc: first love/beloved one

  damnú air: damn it

  deamhan fola: blood devil

  droch fola: bad or evil blood

  druid: philosopher, teacher, and judge of Celtic tribes

  filí: (Old Irish) poet-Druid (see bard)

  Go dtachta an diabhal thú: May the devil choke you. (Irish curse)

  Is minic a bhris béal duine a shrón: Many a time a man’s mouth broke his nose.

  leamhán sléibhe: wych elm (the only species of elm native to Ireland)

  mo chroi: my heart

  Ná glac pioc comhairle gan comhairle ban: Never take advice without a woman’s guidance.

  Níl neart air: (lit. There is no power in it) There is no helping it.

  ovate: healer-Druid; healer and seer of Celtic tribes

  solas: light

  sonuachar: soul mate

  súmaire fola: bloodsucker

  Tír na Marbh: Land of the Dead

  Titim gan éirí ort: May you fall without rising. (Irish curse)

  Other Words, Terms, and Phrases

  centurion/centurio: professional officer in the Roman army in charge of a century, or centuria, of men

  century/centuria: group of sixty to one hundred sixty men in the Roman infantry, led by a centurion

  draba: spell/charm

  Durriken: Romany boy’s name that means “he who forecasts”

  gadjikane: Romany for “non-Gypsy”

  Liebling: German for “darling”

  muló: Romany for “living dead”

  Nein und abermals nein: A thousand times, no

  Roma: member of nomadic people originating in northern India; Gypsies considered as a group

  Romany/Romani: the language of the Roma

  strigoi mort: Romanian vampire

  Vampire Terms

  Ancient: Refers to one of the original seven vampires. The very first vampire was Ruadan, who is the biological father of Patrick and Lorcan. Several centuries ago, Ruadan and his sons took on the last name O’Halloran, which means “stranger from overseas.”

  Banning: (see World Between Worlds) Any vampire can be sent into limbo, but the spell must be cast by an Ancient or, in a few cases, their offspring. A vampire cannot be released from banning until he or she feels true remorse for evil acts. This happens rarely, which means that banning is not done lightly.

  Binding: When vampires have consummation sex, they’re bound together for a hundred years. This was Ruadan the First’s brilliant idea to keep vamps from sexual intercourse while blood-taking. No one has ever broken a binding.

  Consortium: About five hundred years ago, Patrick and Lorcan created the Consortium to figure out ways that paranormal folks could make the world a better place for all beings. Many sudden leaps in human medicine and technology have come from the Consortium’s
work.

  donors: mortals who serve as sustenance for vampires. The Consortium screens and hires humans to be food sources. Donors are paid well and given living quarters. Not all vampires follow the guidelines created by the Consortium for feeding. A mortal may have been a donor without ever realizing it.

  drone: mortals who do the bidding of their vampire Masters. The most famous was Igor— drone to Dracula. The Consortium’s code of ethics forbids the use of drones, but plenty of vampires still use them.

  Family: Every vampire can be traced to one of the seven Ancients. The Ancients are divided into the Seven Sacred Sects, also known as the Families.

  gone to ground: When vampires secure places where they can lie undisturbed for centuries, they “go to ground.” Usually they let someone know where they are located, but we don’t know the resting locations of many vampires.

  lycanthropes: also called lycans. These shape-shifters can shift from a human into a wolf. Lycans have been around for a long time and originated in Germany. They worship the lunar goddess, but they can change anytime they want. Their numbers are small because they don’t have many females and most children born have only a fifty percent chance of living to the age of one.

  Master: The vampire who successfully Turns a human is the new vamp’s protector. Basically, a Master is supposed to show the Turn-blood how to survive as a vampire, unless another Master agrees to take over the education. A Turn-blood has the protection of the Family (see Family, Seven Sacred Sects) to which the Master belongs.

  Roma: The Roma are cousins to full-blooded lycanthropes. They can change only on the night of the full moon. Just as full-blooded lycanthropes are raised to protect vampires, the Roma are raised to hunt vampires.

  Seven Sacred Sects: The vampire tree has seven branches. Each branch is called a Family and each Family is directly traced to one of the seven Ancients. The older you are, the more mojo you get. A vampire’s powers are related to the Family.

  taint: The black plague for vampires. Thanks to experiments using Lorcan’s unusual blood, Consortium scientists have formulated a cure for the disease.