Vampires and Sexy Romance

by Eva Sloan

  Okay, this is nice…

  Standing there, being kissed by a man a few weeks ago she couldn’t stand, she forgot her own name, why she was there, or that there was even one other person on the face of the earth besides him. Him. No longer Gabriel, no longer Gabe (just to annoy him), but him...

  Lucy felt every molecule in her body move toward Gabriel, wanting nothing more than to get closer to him. Some white hot flame had been ignited inside her chest, in her head, at her core, and she could feel it searing her from the inside, hotter even than Gabriel’s touch or even his lips against hers.

  The only sound Lucy could hear was her own heartbeat clamoring in her head, its rhythm thudding in her chest. She could feel Gabriel’s heart beating through his chest against her own.

  They’re almost in sync. And that little thought tore Lucy from the seemingly endless rapture she’d found in Gabriel’s arms, and she pushed away from him and gasped for breath as their lips parted. Her entire body shook and her legs wobbled as she tried to pull away from him.

  I hate this guy! She clenched her eyes shut. It’s all just a job, a way to get my life and future back. That’s it…that’s all!

  And yet when she opened her eyes, the way Gabriel stared at her, how his arms still clung to her.

  The world pushed back in on them as Gabriel’s family rushed toward them, cries of relief and happiness replacing the silence, and Lucy found herself surrounded by legions of partygoers, all of them kissing her cheek and giving her heartfelt hugs. Gabriel was besieged by slaps on the shoulders, hands being shook, and smiling/crying women congratulating him with more kisses and hugs.

  Inexplicably Lucy felt like she was about to burst into tears. She was so confused. What the hell just happened? Why did she feel so shitty about all these people congratulating her?

  And…why do I care so much for all these strangers?

  If any of them knew, they would hate me…

  She saw Gabriel through the crowd. He looked happy. He never looks happy! What the hell’s going on here? She caught sight of his eyes, and there it was again, the one thing she hadn’t ever expected to see in his eyes: need, want, adoration…love?

  No…

  Lucy turned away as tears spilled from her eyes, rolling in streams down her cheeks.

  I have to get out of here…

  Lucy tried to move through the crowd without causing a scene, but she knew that if she didn’t get away from them all she was going to fall apart. She couldn’t let anyone see her like that. She refused.

  She took some deep breaths, swiped the tears from her eyes and plastered a smile on her face. She pushed urgently through the throng of party guests until she saw an EXIT sign glowing red in the distance. It seemed to take forever, but she finally made it through to the mahogany wood door, grabbing the knob and thankfully finding it unlocked.

  ~*~

  The cool night air felt good on Lucy’s skin, and even though it was rancid with the aromas of garbage and decay, breathing it in helped steady her as she stepped haltingly out into the alley behind the club. She let the door click shut, cutting off the ebb and flow of the celebration, leaving her in peace and silence. The only sound was her breathing and the click and scrap of her heels on the cracked pavement of the alley.

  I’ve so screwed this all to hell… Lucy held her hands to her face. Her flesh was so cold. What was I thinking?

  Lucy expected her bitchy inner voice to chime in with her two cents, but instead she was struck by a terrible, potent feeling.

  She didn’t know how she knew, she just knew—something was there. She felt it. Somewhere in the darkness that surrounded her, something was watching her. She looked around her and backed up toward the door a step.

  I’m going to die...she heard an inner voice say. That’s comforting. Another voice said, Quiet...can you feel that?

  She could feel it. It was cold and dead and absolutely wanted to kill her. And no sooner did she think this, than it rushed upon her, unstoppable. A flash of golden blonde hair and the whitest teeth—or were they fangs? It grabbed her by the throat, picked her up in the air and slammed her back against the cold bricks of the wall.

  As her feet dangled in thin air she fought to take a breath. She tried to pry the hand from her throat, but it was so strong. She looked down and felt an instant shock. Staring up at her, eyes frosty blue, long blonde hair blazing in the wind, stood a girl no older than she, and not a bit bigger. Her lips peeled back to bare the whitest set of fangs.

  A fire erupted in Lucy’s head—she was pissed. What does this chick think she’s doing? She grabbed hold of the girl’s wrist and glared down at her. Let me go!

  For just a moment Lucy felt something prickle across her skin, then it seemed to flow into fang chick’s wrist.

  The girl’s arm shook, and she lowered her captive about six inches before pushing her back up into the air. The look on her face was still seething bitch, but something flickered in her eyes, if only for an instant.

  Lucy locked her gaze on the girl’s cold blue eyes. Another surge, one much stronger flowed from Lucy into the girl. The annoyed burning in her skull was almost painful. Get your filthy hands off me!

  When the blonde girl just set her down they shared the same look of deep shock. They staggered away from each other, the blonde shaking her head as Lucy fell back against the wall, gasping up the foul air of the alley.

  This really can’t be happening. Lucy held her hand to her aching throat and used the other to hold herself up against the side of the building. But then she looked over at the blonde, and sure enough she had fangs still—not an optical illusion and not Lucy’s imagination getting away from her in a dark alley.

  The blonde hissed. “What the hell did you just do to me?” She looked like she’d just tasted something disgusting. “I can’t believe you used magic against me!” The blonde came closer a step, a cruel smile on her face. “Two can play at the game.” She closed her eyes, holding her hands out, looking for a moment like a bleach blonde, really skinny Buda. That was until she open her eyes and they were blood red. No pupil, no whites, just a liquid pool of blood red shimmering in the darkened alley.

  Immediately Lucy felt something crawl across her flesh, grabbing at her arms, wrapping around her throat, making goose flesh pop up all over her body. But that’s all that happened, just the feeling that something was crawling over her, trying to grab hold of her, and it was radiating from fang chick.

  The blonde shook her head as her arms dropped back to her sides. She shrieked her anger and lunged at Lucy, hurdling toward her with terrifying speed.

  “No!” Lucy gasped. Her back was pressed against the cold bricks of the wall again. “Stop!”

  Fang chick stopped on the spot, as if she’d hit a wall, falling to the pavement. She looked up at Lucy, furious. Her eyes glowed a demonic red.

  Unfortunately Lucy hit her knees too. When the blonde was halted she’d felt another charge shoot out of her. And with that her legs went out from under her. She felt so weak she was having a hard time just holding herself upright as she knelt on the parched pavement of the alley.

  The blonde stood back up and looked down on Lucy with a pleased smile spreading across her face. “You’re draining, whore!”

  Lucy felt the heat rekindle inside her skull. She didn’t like being called names. Especially whore—she was still a virgin for pity’s sake.

  “It might take me a moment or two to get to you,” fang chick growled, “but you’ll be dead a hell of a lot longer.” She charged Lucy again, fangs bared, her face contorted and twisted with hate.

  “Stop!” Lucy said, holding her hand out, feeling the burning in her head move down her arm and out through her fingertips. The blonde stopped in her tracks again, but this time she kept pressing, as if she were pushing against a wall. Lucy could feel the last of her strength fade, both her hands now desperately trying to hold her up from the ground. She felt the blonde’s hand grab hold of the back of her neck, pulling h
er up by her hair and tossing her back against the wall.

  For just an instant Lucy was staring into those cold blue eyes again, and the voice in her head didn’t have to say anything: she knew she was dead.

  Out of nowhere a man’s hand came out of the darkness, grabbed the blonde’s shoulder and yanked her off Lucy. Lucy didn’t know what was more fantastic or impossible. The blonde flew backward through the air, landing gracefully on top of a dumpster. She stood there, her hands on her hips, her chilly eyes looked hurt but still angry. That was pretty unbelievable.

  What was even more unbelievable was who’d thrown her: Gabriel stood there in his good suit, his appearance hadn’t changed much in the last few minutes, but there was something changed about him.

  He felt dangerous.

  “Delia, what the hell are you doing?” he growled.

  Delia? Lucy’s eyes bugged out until they felt like they ready to pop right out of their sockets. Oh, the actual girlfriend. Lucy shook her head. Does Gabe know he’s dating a vampire?

  Okay, you just said she’s a vampire! A vampire? It can’t be…

  “Don’t act thick!” Delia’s voice was harsh and metallic, her eyes blazed like sapphire blue fire. “It doesn’t suit you.”

  “This was your idea, remember? You thought that if I had a fake wife, then we could be together…in secret.”

  Delia crouched as if she were about to pounce on Gabriel. Lucy was afraid she might hurt him. She wanted to stand up and protect him, but she could barely keep herself from falling to the ground.

  “Your whore is mine to kill.” Delia flung herself at Lucy again. Gabriel caught hold of her in mid-air and pinned her to him.

  “Nothing happened!” Gabriel shouted in her face, holding her by the wrists.

  “I can smell you on her…” She took a long, angry sniff of him. “And her on you…you kissed her, you asshole!”

  Almost effortlessly she flung Gabriel away from her and into a garbage dumpster.

  Lucy shrieked in horror—he can’t be dead—but before she could pull herself to her feet Gabriel was back on his feet and leaping across the alley. He grabbed Delia by both shoulders as he pulled her away from Lucy. They pushed and pulled at each other and fell cold pavement of the alley. Delia struck Gabriel and he sailed down the alley, hitting hard, yet rolling onto all fours, his face now straining with anger, a snarl ripping through his bared teeth.

  He’s not a vampire… Lucy knew that. She was flashing back to him standing in the sunlight with her, numerous times.

  “I won’t let you hurt her…” Lucy could swear she saw his body ripple, stretching the fabric of his suit. “She was just playing her part, as was I.”

  “You’re siding with the blood sack?” Her expression held revulsion and shock as she walked closer to him. “You really are just a dog!” She charged him, her hands now fists as she streaked forward and rammed right into him, flipping them both over.

  Suddenly Gabriel’s form shifted, expanding as he flipped over atop Delia, his suit shredding away from him as a giant wolf took his place. No, not a wolf. It was too big. Almost twice the size Gabriel had been, and from the neck down it was shaped almost like a human…except for the pitch black fur, and the giant sharp looking claws.

  Nope, not a vampire.

  And unbelievably Delia grabbed the wolf around the neck and picked him up and threw him off her. She sprung to her feet and raced after him. They collided with a sickening crunch.

  Lucy was still trying to pick herself up off the pavement when someone pulled her up by her armpits and set her gently against a particularly warm, soft wall. She looked up and Micah grinned down at her—he was the wall she was leaning against.

  “You okay?”

  “What’s going on?” She looked over to where the wolf and Delia were fighting, crashing into dumpsters, breaking windows.

  “Yeah,” Micah said wistfully as they both watched the battle. “They really need to get a room.”

  Dante Enoch was now on the other side of her. He stared disapprovingly at the skirmishing lovers. “Just typical.”

  Lucy took a long, slow breath, and then shook her head in confusion. “So vampires and werewolves…they’re real?”

  “And much more, Ms. Hart.” Dante murmured.

  Micah chimed in happily. “And our two species have been enemies for thousands of years—”

  “It’s not that simple,” Dante said, his gaze still on Gabriel and Delia. “We’ve enjoyed two centuries of peace. A truce, if you would. And if either king found out of this, war would be inevitable.”

  “And that would be—” Micah stopped in mid-sentence, Dante’s stern gaze making him gulp and choose an obviously more serious last word. “Bad…it would be bad.”

  Out of nowhere a man appeared beside Micah. He was pale and blond, with cool blue eyes and the most expressionless face. His hair was slicked back from his face, and was long enough to be in a ponytail that fell halfway down his back.

  Without having to ask, Lucy knew he was a vampire too. She could feel the same cold dead feeling radiating from him as from Delia.

  “Your sister and Gabriel are making a mess out of this alley.” Micah was chuckling as he said it.

  “Yes, Vin,” Dante said stiffly, as if speaking to the vampire was a hardship. “Would you be so kind as to rein Delia in?”

  The blond vampire slid a cold glance Dante’s way, and then walked confidently over to the battling couple. He waited a beat as they pushed away from each other, and before they had a chance to latch onto each other again he put himself between the two. He held a hand up to warn off the werewolf, and then he turned to his sister.

  “You have to stop this.”

  “Mind your own business!” She moved to try and pass him, but he kept himself in front of her.

  “Think, Delia. You’re fighting your lover.”

  The word lover struck Lucy quite literally in the heart. She’d never thought one word could cause her actual physical pain, but there it was. One little word, not even a very long one, and she felt it stab through her like a knife. She forced herself to take a deep, painful breath—it felt as if the knife in her heart was really there—and then she let it out.

  Tears burnt at the backs of her eyes, threatening to fill her eyes with their hot wetness. But Lucy clamped her eyes shut on them. She would not start crying, not for something so impossibly wrong. It had been just a job—being Gabriel’s fiancée, a means to an end—and she needed to get back to thinking that way, to believing it.

  Vin’s voice cut through Lucy’s reverie. “What if you hurt him?”

  “He’s…he’s…” Delia was pointing at Gabriel. Her blue eyes welled up with tears, her harsh voice faltering as she looked from her brother to Gabriel. At least she had a real reason to be crying.

  “And her!” She was now thrusting her finger in Lucy’s direction, and even though she was still crying, the hatred in those water blue eyes was scorching.

  “But he’s in love with you, Delia.”

  Lucy hadn’t noticed, but Gabriel had shifted back to his human form, and now he was moving to Vin’s side, his face full of affection, his eyes beseeching.

  Lucy suddenly looked away, embarrassed: Gabriel was naked, not a stitch of clothing on him, just a thin sheen of sweat that made his skin glisten, and made every curve and cut of his body stand out.

  “I’m only doing this for you.” Gabriel’s voice was rough and thick.

  Delia sobbed into her hands. “I know, I know. I just didn’t realize…”

  “That I’d have to act the part of an engaged man?” Gabriel walked steadily toward her until he had her shoulders in his hands—just as he’d held Lucy’s only a few minutes ago.

  Delia crumpled into his bare arms and buried her face into the flesh of his chest. “I didn’t realize it would hurt so much.”

  “Freaking love birds!” Micah growled with a smile on his handsome face.

  “We should leave them alone,” Dante
said.

  Lucy looked over to Delia and Gabriel. He held her in his arms, whispering things to her, stroking her golden hair. Most of him was obscured by Delia’s body pressing against his, but his shoulders and chest were luminous in their nakedness.

  Lucy’s gaze flicked over to Vin and she was surprised to find he was staring right at her, his blue eyes not a bit cold—he was looking at her as if he wanted to eat her.

  Which he just might want to… Lucy turned as Dante and Micah helped her walk, each lending her an arm. Which was good. Her legs were like rubber, and her knees kept knocking.

  “So,” Lucy said as she walked along between the two werewolves, desperately trying to push the bewildering tangle of emotions out of her head. “Is there anyone that doesn’t know about this little…?”

  “Shit storm?” Micah chortled.

  “Arrangement?” Dante corrected.

  “Yeah…that.”

  “Well,” Dante said. “Gabriel’s parents, and of course Delia’s.”

  “And anyone that might want Gabriel dead.” Micah seemed to ponder this. “You’d be surprised how many.”

  Lucy felt the pressure and tension evaporate when they stepped out of the cramped little alley and stepped out onto the sidewalk in front of La Companion Refectory. A sly north wind blew around and through them, making Lucy feel unaccountably better. She pulled her arms gently free from Dante’s and Micah’s grasp. “I’m going to need more money,” she announced. She looked right into Dante’s light brown eyes. “That alright with you?”

  Dante and Micah exchanged a smile as Dante nodded. “You might just be the right girl for this job after all.”

  Chapter 12

  LUCY sat in the dim light that shone from the small wall lamp over the stove. It had red roosters on its shade. Her coffee had turned cold long ago, yet she still held the cup in her hand. Her arm lay limply against the waxy plastic of the tablecloth covering her grandmother’s kitchen table. Too many things drifted and raced and throbbed in her head. Each thought sizzled with its own heat, pulled at her with its own weight.