Blood and Kisses

by Shah, Karin

  “I was the son of a powerful king, but I was a sickly child, and my father had little fondness for me.

  “His reign was tumultuous. He was forced to execute several of his relatives for roles in various plots to steal his crown and his life.” Gideon shook his head. “Maybe he thought me a threat. In any case, he sent me to war at only thirteen.” He gave a short, bitter laugh. “I suspect he was hoping the rigors of army life would kill me. Instead, I grew strong.

  “I took on any challenge, determined to be the best. The army seethed with rivalries and I faced many foes. In the beginning, I arranged to have them disappear. Later I killed them in combat on the battlefield. In a few years, I led our army.

  “With me at the helm, my father’s empire flourished and so did I. When I returned, at the age of eighteen, to Elilu, our capital city, my physical stature equaled my political power.” He sighed. “After foiling an assassination attempt sponsored by my father, I brought the army to the city and deposed him.

  “I had him paraded through the streets before I ordered him beheaded in front of his former subjects, and his head displayed on the city gates. A message that, if they conspired against me, even my closest companions would not be safe.” He rested his forehead against the glass.

  Thalia let out a shuddering breath. The pain in her chest eased. He truly believed he was a monster, but she knew differently. Nothing he could say would convince her he was anything but a man who had grown up in cruel and chaotic times. His body language, as much as his stark words, revealed a pain that went bone-deep.

  She ran to him and put her hand on his strong shoulder, but he shrugged it off.

  Stung by the snub, she let it fall to her side and stood silently behind him.

  Gideon felt as if another spoke with his voice. He’d never intended to tell her the whole story, but now that he’d begun, it gushed from him like blood from a wound. He found himself reliving the pain and isolation of those days.

  “That’s only the beginning. Like my father, my family was my greatest threat. By the time I was twenty-three, I had quashed five different plots against me, the last led by my own half-sister.” He exhaled violently as he remembered the anguish of that betrayal, but the words spilled on.

  “I held my remaining family at arms-length, and poured myself into expanding and improving my empire. Many paid for my ambitions with their blood. I had roads built, libraries, palaces, monuments. Elilu became the crown jewel of the area, but it was never enough. My kingdom was as real to me as any human, but I was still alone.”

  It had all been so long ago. Longer than a hundred lifetimes, but he remembered it all as if it were yesterday. The broad tree-lined streets of Elilu, the stone buildings gleaming white under the hot sun.

  He had planned every avenue, every side street. But as much as he’d loved it, it had never been enough.

  “And then, I fell in love.”

  Thalia stiffened. She wasn’t sure she wanted to hear this. “Gideon.”

  “No. Let me finish.” His eyes took on a faraway look. “Inanna was as beautiful as the goddess for which she was named. Her skin was the color of cream with just a drop of honey. Her hair was like the finest silk, her eyes, agate dark. She breathed life into my universe and taught me to trust again. She was everything good and pure, or so I thought, and she soon became as necessary to me as the beating of my heart.”

  A single tear slipped past Thalia’s control, and she dashed it away with the back of her hand. Was it vital to the story that he tick off a laundry list of his love’s superior qualities in quite so much detail?

  “Despite the camp followers and concubines I had known since I’d reached adulthood, and the generous offers of neighboring kings, I had never taken a wife.”

  She didn’t think she needed to hear this part either.

  “I arranged our betrothal and planned a wedding. It was a spectacular event. Elilu abounded with visitors and foreign dignitaries who had come for the wedding. I stood there in front of the huge crowd, and with the greatest joy, proclaimed my love for Inanna, and she proclaimed her love for me.

  “But as soon as the ceremony was complete, a courier rode into town with grim news. A neighboring king had decided to take my wedding as an invitation to attack, and rapidly advanced in the north. This man was Akos.” His name sounded like a curse. “I had no choice but to ride out immediately. I spent my wedding night alone with my army on the road.

  “Days passed. Seasons. A year. I yearned for Inanna every night and did not sully myself in the arms of another. Finally, I could not wait any longer and I sent for her.

  “At last, we had our wedding night. She was all I’d imagined, her sweet purity as rare as the precious diamonds of the Indus. I was madly, blindly in love.

  “I should have sent her back to Elilu, but I thought surely this conflict would be over swiftly. After all, I had defeated Akos many times in the past. He and his people were little more than nomads.

  “This time, however, something was different. Akos was relentless. He met every move I made with a decisive move of his own. It was as if he knew my plans in advance, and I soon realized he had a spy in my camp. But who, I didn’t know.

  “One evening, as I strolled through the tents of my army, listening to the sounds of the men talking and laughing, the strains of music rising from around the campfires, I heard what I thought was a struggle in a tent belonging to one of the camp followers.”

  Thalia held her breath. She thought she knew what he’d found there.

  “I entered the tent and found my beloved wife naked in Akos’ arms. There was no struggle. My supposedly virginal wife rode him, her pleasure all too clear.” He’d told most of the story in a flat, emotionless monotone, but he stumbled over these words, his voice taking on a rough intensity that rang with remembered pain. “I drew my sword. Akos threw her off and fled through a slit in the back of the tent.

  “I lunged after him. She drew a dagger from beneath the pallet and leaped at me. Seconds later, I pierced her with my sword. She fell to the ground writhing, blood flowing from her dying form. I left her there in a pool of blood.”

  Thalia flinched at the image the unvarnished statement evoked, but Gideon continued on without pause.

  “I found a horse and took off after Akos, my mind a haze of fury.

  “I caught up with him at his clan’s campsite. He ordered his men to attack, and I hacked my way through them as if they were cordwood.

  “I looked down as the last of his men fell from my sword to find that I had slaughtered twenty men, including a young boy of perhaps thirteen.

  “And in my rage, I had killed Akos without even knowing it, or so I believed.”

  Gideon could never forget that moment. He’d stood, his clothes drenched with blood, in the midst of the gory carnage he had created, and felt nothing.

  “I heard a sound behind me, and spun just in time to see the pike that impaled me, and the person who wielded it. Inanna.

  “Everything went dark. When I awakened, she was leaning over me, her mouth red with my blood. She told me she’d made me a vampire like herself.” He turned toward Thalia, but couldn’t look her in the eye, and turned back to the dressing table.

  He bent over the table, his hands gripping the smooth maple surface for support before going on. “I’d heard tales of such creatures, but had dismissed them as the superstitious babbling of ignorants. She claimed that she’d loved me when we’d married, but soon after I left, Akos had approached her. He’d wooed her with poems and love songs.” Gideon snorted. “While I’d chased his army, he’d been at my own home. She said I’d driven her into Akos’ arms, that I loved Kurut more than I loved her.

  “I will always remember the final words she said to me that night. ‘You will be condemned to walk eternally in the night, to feast on the life blood of others, to watch everyone you love crumble to dust, and everything you have built be swallowed by the sands.’”

  He closed his eyes, reliving t
he moment. “I should have faced the dawn then, but I was too much of a coward. I still am.” He shook his head.

  “I couldn’t go home. I roamed the Middle East, working as a mercenary. If my employers wondered why they never saw me during the day, they never voiced it.

  “In the beginning, I thought Inanna a fool, her revenge an empty joke. I reveled in my new powers. I was faster, stronger, my senses a thousand times keener. I barely noticed the passing of the years.

  “Then, one day I woke up and realized fifty years had passed. I returned to Kurut to find Inanna’s curse had come true. My family was long dead, and the desert had reclaimed Elilu. It was only then that I understood all I had lost, and not what I had become, but what I had always been. A monster.”

  Gideon swiveled to confront Thalia. Now she knew everything. He examined the delicate lines of her face. The feeble light that leaked from the gap in the curtains silvered the curves of her cheeks, her forehead, the tip of her nose. Gods, she was beautiful. And unlike his late wife, as lovely inside as out. Her eyes sparkled with unshed tears. A spasm of sorrow seized his heart. He longed to go to her, to comfort her, but he couldn’t.

  His rejection may hurt her, but it was for the best. She deserved someone whose hands were clean, someone who had no inner demon. Despite his vows of love to Inanna, he had killed her. The fact that she hadn’t died didn’t change the reality that he’d run her through. He was already responsible for the death of one woman he’d loved. He wouldn’t be responsible for another.

  And even if he managed to keep her safe from himself, what was to keep him safe from her? She couldn’t be turned. She would eventually leave him through death.

  He shuddered to think what devastation might be unleashed, if grief caused him to lose control. No. It was better this way. Better to end things before either of them was in too deep.

  Anguish burned in his chest. He could lie to her, but not to himself. For him, it was already too late. But it didn’t matter. He was too weak. He couldn’t risk what might happen when he lost her.

  Thalia’s eyes were bleak. “What happened to Inanna?”

  “I don’t know. I haven’t seen her since. She must have gone back to bury Akos and discovered that he lived. I believed I’d killed him, so he must have been mortally wounded. She had to be the one that turned him.”

  Chapter 20

  Thalia stooped beneath a low beam to peer into Mina’s cellar from the rickety stairs. Brick walls discolored with age, rough, worn ceiling beams, and the expectant faces of the council below seemed to close in around her. Turn around. Her internal voice whispered. You can’t do this.

  Yes, I can. She told herself and took a moment to study the room in order to calm her surging nerves.

  Other than its age, the cellar was pristine, the uneven cement floor swept clean and covered with a natural lamb’s wool rug, the windows clear of spider webs and blocked with black curtains. One of the squat, rectangular windows was slightly open.

  A heavy mahogany sideboard spread with a clean white linen tablecloth acted as an altar. It had three milky white candles on top. A black pentagram in a circle had been painted directly on the cream rug beneath the altar. Different colored pillar candles, pink, purple, green and blue, in intricately carved wooden floor length holders, anchored the four corners of the carpet. Two rattan cages full of zebra finches stood next to the altar.

  Spirit, and the twelve other members of the council encircled the rug on small woven mats. Thalia forced herself down the last of the stairs and lowered herself onto one of the mats, trying to look serene. Unable to settle her mind, her gaze flitted around the room. Gideon should have been back from feeding by now. Where was he? Was he okay?

  The council members chatted around her, as relaxed as at a family picnic. Anger buzzed through her. Her whole way of life was at stake, a dangerous rogue stalked the community, Gideon was overdue, and these poor excuses for witches acted like this was a party. She took several deep breaths. Fueling her magic with anger would be risky. The emotion edged too close to black magic.

  The finches peeped and Thalia glanced back at the stairs. Gideon. He took the steps with the ease of a conqueror surveying his spoils. The small birds flew around their cage for a moment, perhaps scenting the predator in their midst, but they soon settled on their perches, fluffing out their feathers and going to sleep.

  Thalia studied Gideon. He seemed in good health and some of the tight breathless feeling that had ridden her since he’d left seeped away.

  There were only a few minutes until midnight. She hoped that meant he’d taken his time feeding. His dark skin didn’t show the flush some paler vampires received after feeding, but he looked strong.

  His gaze met hers. She could almost read the sense of urgency humming through him. Akos could even now be Claiming a life.

  She knew what it cost him to be here. Knew he would like to continue the search without her. Communicating telepathically under the circumstances would be rude, so she smiled at him, letting him see she was grateful for his moral support.

  With most of the community against her, all she had was him and Spirit, and as much as she loved and depended on the familiar, he couldn’t be there for her as Gideon could.

  Sure, his support was temporary, but she’d burn that bridge when she came to it.

  The sisal mat beside Spirit lay empty and Gideon took a seat like the others on the floor, folding his legs under him.

  She pressed her lips together, suppressing another small smile. Even sitting tailor fashion on the floor, he gave the impression of coiled strength. Despite being seated and engaged in their own conversations, the witnesses seemed to lean away from him, as if their unconscious selves wanted to be ready to run.

  “It is time to begin.” Mina stepped up and lit a white candle on the altar. She beckoned to Heath and Thalia.

  She hid a deep sigh. This was it.

  She wiped her damp palms down her white, rope-girdled silk robe. Sleeveless, it crisscrossed her chest, in Grecian fashion. She’d always thought it looked like a nightgown. Heath was in the white robe mages usually wore which resembled a graduation gown. His bare toes appeared stubby in the shaggy rug. She curled her own in response to the thought, then inhaled and focused on feeling the earth through the layers beneath her.

  Mina intoned several words in Latin she couldn’t hear through the thrumming in her ears, then the older woman used the first candle to light the two others on the altar. She gave the second candle to Thalia and the third to Heath. Thalia took up the chant, a plea for protection, the words so familiar to her she no longer needed think, concentrating instead on her intentions.

  Together, they lit the four pillar candles representing the four directions while continuing to chant. A streamer of white light formed between the candles as each was lit, until a glowing square enveloped her and the other two witches.

  Thalia took strength from the ritual, grounding herself and letting her nerves wash into the vastness of the universe. The spells asked of them would be simple, but it was their very simplicity that made them so difficult, requiring strong personal magic, intense concentration and plenty of practice. She possessed the last two. That would have to be enough.

  Mina cleared her throat and spoke to the council. “The first challenge will be levitation, the second illusion, and the third transmutation. The fourth and final challenge will be done only if there is no decisive winner and will be a personal power spell.”

  A personal power spell? Once again, Thalia shoved away feelings of panic. She could do this. All she had to do was win the first three challenges. No sweat.

  Two younger mages wearing robes like Heath’s stood and brought ten-pound weights from the storage area under the stairs. They placed one weight in front of Thalia and one in front of Heath before retaking their seats.

  Mina nodded to Heath. “Although Thalia is technically the challenger, I think it only fair as the former Champion she have the opportunity to go last
.”

  Heath’s mouth tightened and his lower lip jutted out a bit. “As you wish.”

  The older woman waved a graceful hand in his direction. “Please begin.”

  He sucked the inside of his cheeks and rolled up his sleeves, exposing tanned forearms covered with light brown hair. “Ascendere,” he commanded with an upward motion of his hands, his hazel eyes focused and intense. Yellow streaks of light emerged from his wide palms and wrapped around the weight, a molded turquoise dumbbell. It lifted into the air and hovered above Heath’s bald head. He lowered his hands and the compact dumbbell settled on the rug like a bird landing. His piercing gaze lit on Thalia, and then he yielded the floor with a swirl of his robe.

  “Thalia.”

  Heart beating like a over-wound clock, Thalia licked her dry lips and tried to swallow. Her gaze flicked to Gideon. He smiled. His obvious faith lent her a jolt of added determination. She would not let either of them down.

  Her eyes returned to her target. Mind filled with a single focused thought, she gestured up with open palms. “Ascendere.” Blue light arced from her hands, and the dumbbell rose into the air. It hovered above her head and she, too, set it softly on the ground.

  “Let it be acknowledged that both candidates have successfully levitated a ten-pound weight.” Mina waved to the mages who’d brought out the weights. They removed them and replaced them with fifty-pound weights.

  Once again, Heath went first. “Ascendere.” The black disk levitated into the air and sank back to the floor with a tiny clunk.

  Thalia’s turn. She inhaled as if about to dive. “Ascendere.” The disk flew up, paused, and then landed feather-light on the plush carpet. Thalia let out the breath she’d been holding in a rush.

  And so it went, Thalia matching Heath at every increase in weight. Finally, after they’d each lifted five hundred pounds, Mina announced, “The final element of the levitation portion of the ritual will be the contestants’ choice, but must illustrate their ability to control the object they are lifting.”