Christine Feehan 5 CARPATHIAN NOVELS

by Christine Feehan

  Below you. The vampire is a pawn. Can you not feel where the real power is coming from? Get out of here! Get off the ground. If he destroys you, he destroys us both.

  Vikirnoff shredded the barricade she’d erected around him, a simple, easy feat as she’d used what he’d wrought in the first place. There was another trap here, one that had not yet been sprung, but she didn’t seem to sense the danger. He felt it everywhere, thrumming in the very air around him. He rushed toward her as the attack came from below her. The ground beneath her fissured and two clawed hands grasped her ankles, the long, razor-sharp talons driving deep into her skin to anchor her to the creature as it jerked her beneath the earth.

  Vikirnoff merged minds with her, holding her to him, sending her the image of mist and maintaining the likeness uppermost in her brain. Merge with me. Merge fully with me. There was desperation in the command.

  Natalya fought to get the creature off her ankles, kicking with all of her strength, but the needle-like talons were buried deep. She could feel the nails digging into her bones.

  Vikirnoff dove into the gaping tear in the ground after her, streaking downward, feeling her terror, her pain, as the claws dug deep into her ankles and hung on while her body attempted to make the change without his aid. She feared him. Feared the hold a complete merging with him would have on her.

  If you want us to live, you must merge with me. This time he kept any “push” from his voice, using only pure truth.

  Vikirnoff felt her brief hesitancy, her fear and resistance of him and what he might want of her. Terror of the creature dragging her underground overcame her fear of the hunter enough for her to reach for him, her arms outstretched, hands open, still fighting to maintain mental barriers against him. He caught her wrists and reversed directions, ruthlessly holding the image of mist in her mind. She screamed as the creature worked the talons deeper into her ankles in an attempt to hold her to him.

  Natalya made up her mind and ceased resisting Vikirnoff, embracing the change, allowing the complete merging with him in order to save herself from the unseen monster clawing at her ankles. She shimmered into transparency, dissolved into droplets, streaming upwards like a multicolored comet. The ground shook, and deep in the earth something roared with rage and hatred.

  There was an ominous rumble. Vikirnoff veered to the left, leading her straight toward Arturo waiting with his army of wolves. Mud and rock blasted from hole in the ground, a fiery orange, spewing venom after the hunter and his lifemate. Vikirnoff and Natalya streaked past the undead and his puppets, going high toward the heavy canopy where they could conceal themselves in the leaves of the trees.

  Behind them, the wolves howled in terror and the vampires shrieked as hot lava spurted and rained down from the ever-widening hole in the ground. The tree shielding Vikirnoff and his lifemate burst into flames. Instantly everything around them went white-hot and the temperature of the droplets soared.

  Stay off the ground. Deliberately Vikirnoff gave a hard mental push to emphasize he meant business.

  Natalya streaked away from the burning tree, out of range of the boiling mud and spewing fireballs. He received the impression of a snarl, but little else.

  Vikirnoff shifted in the air, plummeting down toward Arturo, talons outstretched, driving toward the chest cavity. The vampire was distracted, running for his life from the tantrum the malevolent creature beneath the earth was displaying.

  What the hell are you doing? We don’t have to stand and fight. Are you completely mad? Natalya’s tone was incredulous, as if she couldn’t conceive of anyone deliberately fighting a vampire if they had a choice. And that idiot Henrik is back on his feet. I need a flamethrower in my arsenal. Do you have any idea what they cost?

  I cannot leave vampires loose to prey on the innocent people in this region. He is angry and dangerous in this state and he will retaliate against anyone weaker. Killing a vampire is hardly a game, as you seem to think it is. Attend your wounds and leave Henrik and the others to me, Natalya. She was not acting anything like the woman he had dreamed of. He didn’t feel soothed by her, or at peace, instead he wanted to tear out his hair. His cool demeanor was rapidly being challenged, not by vampire, but by his own lifemate.

  Vikirnoff’s razor-sharp talons ripped through empty air. At the last possible second Arturo sensed the attack from above and dissolved, leaving only blood and vapor in his wake. Vikirnoff shifted form again, taking that of a man, landing lightly on the ground seeking to trace the darker menace below him. He hoped the risk would draw the evil one to him and he would be warned by the reaction of the earth itself.

  How did you know my name? Fear and suspicion crept into Natalya’s voice. Once Vikirnoff took the image from her mind, she shifted back to her natural form and found herself sitting in a tree. She narrowed her gaze, watching Vikirnoff, trying to look past his handsome face, past the blood he’d shed on her behalf to see who he really was. And what he wanted from her.

  Look out! Pay attention to what you are doing.

  The knife skimmed her arm and brought her attention to Henrik who faced her with deadly purpose. “Freddie boy, can’t you do a girl a favor and just lie down and die?” Natalya sat on the branch and glared down at the blood-smeared vampire. “You’re like the little engine that could, except you can’t.” Stop distracting me.

  I know your name because you are my lifemate. His beautiful, soothing lifemate who was supposed to hang onto his every word and live to please him. He sent her a small frowning glance of reprimand. She wasn’t respectful, or obedient, or anything he had been so certain she would be.

  What? Are you freakin’ nuts? If you think we’re going to be getting it on you’re out of your tiny—gorgeous, but tiny—little mind.

  Getting it on? Vikirnoff repeated it back, shocked and very certain he couldn’t have heard her correctly. He knew next to nothing about women, but she was not what he wanted or envisioned. He wasn’t at all certain he approved of her and he certainly couldn’t imagine a peaceful life with her around. He whirled around as a shadow detached itself from the trees and Arturo strode out to face him.

  I don’t want your approval. I can’t believe you’re so incredibly thick-headed that you’d actually stay here and fight these things. Natalya dodged the volley of knives Henrik threw at her. “That’s not nice, Freddie, using my own weapons against me,” she scolded aloud.

  One blade stuck in the branch she’d been sitting in, but she climbed fast going up the tree, utilizing the close canopy as a shield.

  Henrik shifted shape in spite of his wounds, lunging at her as he streaked through the trees in the form of an owl.

  Flames burst all around the owl, cutting him off from every direction so that the vampire was forced to abandon his efforts to get to Natalya. He traced the power source back to Vikirnoff and dropped to the ground, facing the hunter with a snarl.

  “I’ve got to hand it to you, Freddie, you just keep on coming. I like that in a man, but it isn’t the best trait in a vampire.” Natalya climbed down the tree to the lower branches, careful to stay off the ground, but determined to keep Henrik’s wrath and attention squarely on her. Vikirnoff had lost too much blood thanks to the initial attack and she was partially responsible for that.

  I don’t need you to help me. She made the protest as strongly as she dared. Vikirnoff seemed unwilling to let her participate in the battle, yet she couldn’t make herself leave, even when she knew it was utter madness to stay with so many enemies close. I hope you haven’t forgotten the Troll King just because he’s gone surprisingly silent. He’s still there, lurking, ready to do something nasty the moment you give him an opening.

  You let me worry about what is beneath us.

  Oh, I forgot! I must be the poor ditzy woman incapable of making my own decisions now that the big strong man is here. Natalya snorted in derision. We should have gotten away while we had the chance.

  Vikirnoff realized she was angry with herself. She wanted to leave. Every ins
tinct, every survival sense told her to leave, but the pull of her lifemate, especially injured as he was, prevented her from doing so. She didn’t understand why he had such power over her and the fact that she couldn’t just leave him made her angry, suspicious and edgy.

  The fireballs had ceased abruptly and the forest had grown quiet. Vikirnoff scanned the ground, but whatever lay in hiding had withdrawn to regroup and refused to take the bait, even when Vikirnoff deliberately moved with a heavier tread.

  Arturo looked a macabre parody of the handsome man who had faced Natalya earlier. Skin pulled tight over his bones and skull. Wisps of gray-white hair clung to his scalp. When he smiled at them, his pointed teeth were brown with stains. “Vikirnoff. You do not look so well. You cannot even command your woman to your bidding. How sad to see a once-proud hunter fall so low as to have to beg.”

  “How sad to see a once-great hunter stoop so low as to follow in the shadow of an evil one instead of going his own way,” Vikirnoff retaliated. He watched the vampire, but he scanned the ground continually, waiting for the unseen monster to reveal itself.

  “The two of you can stop talking about me like I’m not here,” Natalya snapped, sick of the entire mess. “I have business elsewhere and you’re holding me up.” She glanced down at Henrick who had made his way to the base of the tree where she sat.

  The lesser vampire’s nails dug at the roots of the tree. He was so weak he couldn’t gather enough power to use against her, but it didn’t stop him from digging at the roots of the tree in an effort to topple her to the forest floor. The tree shuddered each time the vampire touched it, shrinking away from the hideous creature. The blood of the undead dripped on the bark and burned through to the very heart of the tree.

  Natalya could hear the tree screaming in pain. The sap ran from the scalding hole and dripped steadily like blood onto the ground. She pressed her hands over her ears and tried not to feel the way her ankles burned and throbbed. Most of all she tried not to notice the vampire licking at the smears of blood left behind from the wounds on her ankles along the trunk of the tree. It sickened her. Why had she stayed? She despised hunters nearly as much as she did vampires.

  Vikirnoff glanced at her, aware of her distress. He moved, a mere blur so fast it was impossible to see him as he rushed past Arturo and slammed his fist deep into Henrik’s chest. The heart was lacerated and wizened, and he threw it a distance away to give himself time to direct the lightning to the blackened organ before it could roll back to its master.

  Lightning arced from the heart to the body of the vampire, even before Henrik could fall to the ground, fully incinerating and reducing the undead to a pile of ashes.

  “That was not necessary, Vikirnoff. You were always one to take action before talking things out.”

  “There is no need for talk, Arturo,” Vikirnoff answered.

  “Do you think I cannot sense the darkness in you?” Arturo demanded. “She senses it. She nearly ripped your back apart earlier and she will again given the chance, when she no longer needs you.” The voice turned crafty, wheedling. “The prince is without protection. Now is the time to strike. Join us, Vikirnoff. We can defeat the hunters and come out of the shadows to take our rightful place in the world. We wouldn’t rule a mere country or just our people, but all of it. All, Vikirnoff, think of it.”

  “The prince is not without protection, Arturo. Never think that he is without the full protection of his people.” Vikirnoff glided closer without appearing to move, angling toward the vampire, barely skimming the earth with the soles of his feet, yet sending out heavier footsteps a few yards from where he really was, hoping to draw out the creature hiding beneath the ground. “You have been made into a puppet. Whom do you serve, Arturo?” All the while he could feel the gathering of power as Arturo once again summoned the wolf pack to his bidding.

  Spittle ran down the mouth of the vampire as he growled and hissed his displeasure at the taunts. “I serve no one, unlike you.” He launched his attack, shrieking as he rushed Vikirnoff. Wolves poured from the woods. A forest of sharp, jagged rocks speared through the ground aimed at the hunter.

  Vikirnoff took to the air, meeting the vampire’s rush with astonishing speed, slamming his fist through the chest wall, reaching for the heart. A wolf sprang at him, clamped around his calf and hung on grimly, clawing and clamping down in an effort to protect his master. Several others leapt at him, snapping and howling to get to the hunter.

  Vikirnoff found the heart, even as the vampire repeatedly tore at his face and throat with sharpened talons.

  Use fire to get rid of the wolves! Natalya sounded frantic. I know your kind can do that. Hurry!

  They are innocents, under the command of the undead. It would destroy the entire pack. Go while you can. The other rises from beneath the earth. I feel its triumph.

  She screamed in frustration and sheer exasperation, the sound only in his mind. Fire rained from the sky. Hot embers like glowing orange arrows, streaking down to find live targets. You are the most stubborn, idiotic man I’ve ever had the misfortune to run across. Finish him now!

  Vikirnoff had the impression of her grinding her teeth together. She was furious as she drove off the wolf pack, with the one exception being the male attached to his calf. Ignoring the excruciating pain, he settled his fingers around the vampire’s shriveled heart and wrenched it from the body. Arturo’s shriek became high-pitched and vengeful. The wolf began to saw frantically at Vikirnoff’s leg and the vampire sprang after the blackened heart as Vikirnoff tossed it to the ground, calling lightning to incinerate it.

  The ground opened and the heart dropped through the widening fissure. A furred arm stretched, the bony fingers seizing Arturo to drag him beneath the earth. Before Vikirnoff could follow, the crevice slammed closed. Lightning slammed into the ground in the precise spot where the heart had been, but it was too late.

  Vikirnoff caught at a tree branch as he plummeted toward the forest floor. He hung there for a moment, fighting to breathe when his body felt torn apart, weighted down by the wolf still hanging on to his leg. His leg was so slippery with blood, the animal finally fell to the ground and began to leap over and over at him.

  Vikirnoff’s hand and arm burned from the acid of the vampire blood and his fingers were slippery. He could see blood pooling below his body and it seemed a tremendous amount. Unexpectedly weakness rushed over him and he felt himself falling straight toward the open jaws of the wolf below him.

  A rush of flames sent the animal howling and tumbling backward away from him. He landed hard and looked up at the face of a very exasperated woman. Natalya leapt from the tree and landed beside him, crouching down to do a quick examination of his wounds. “You’re a mess.”

  “How did you send fire like that?”

  “I followed the instructions in your head,” Natalya said. “You have a tremendous amount of information in your brain. I wish I’d known about incinerating the heart. It would have helped. Can you stand up?” He was horribly wounded. She told herself to leave him, but his body had been far too ravaged in her defense.

  “Of course.” He had lost too much blood and dawn was fast approaching. “You need to get out of here.”

  “Don’t bother giving me orders,” Natalya said. “I’ve always had a problem with authority figures. I’m getting you somewhere safe and then I never want to see you again.”

  “That will be a little difficult.” Vikirnoff made an effort to rise. He was far weaker than he imagined. If he took his lifemate’s blood, he would have the necessary strength to get them both to safety.

  Natalya leapt away from him, hand on her sword. “Don’t you even think about taking my blood. If necessary, I’ll sit here and wait until you become so leaden you can’t move before I’ll touch you. I’m not the blood donor type.” She pinned him with her gaze. “Not now, not ever. If and that’s a big if, I ever give it to you, it will be voluntarily. Don’t ever think of taking it by force.”

  Vikirnoff
forced his body into a sitting position, his back against a tree trunk. “You have a grudge against my people.” He sounded distant, faraway, even to his own ears. The vivid colors around him, faded in and out, blurring until everything ran together. He knew it was necessary to shut down his heart and lungs to prevent further blood loss, but his lifemate wasn’t yet safe. “Go, Natalya, go now.” He said the words aloud, or maybe they were in his mind, but he was already slipping into unconsciousness.

  3

  “Damn it,” Natalya whispered fiercely as she gathered the fallen hunter into her arms and looked around her, feeling desperate. “Don’t do this.” Over the years Natalya had tried to gather information about the Carpathians, partly because she knew she carried their blood, but mostly because she believed knowledge gave her advantages. She was fully aware they needed rich earth to heal. She used it on her wounds upon occasion. “I can’t even pack your wounds with soil. The vampires have ruined the earth around here.” She gave Vikirnoff a small shake. “What’s left of the wolf pack might come back drawn by the scent of blood, or worse—that creature with the claws beneath the ground. Come on, wake up.”

  The man weighed a ton. Okay, not a ton, but he may as well have. She was not going to wait around for the Troll King and his vamp buddies to make another try for her. They’d slunk off with their hearts in their hands and tails between their legs, but if they knew what a predicament she was in, they’d be back. “Fine, you big lug, I’ll carry you. You just had to be a hero, didn’t you? You couldn’t leave when I asked you to, could you?”