Real Vampires: A Highland Christmas
Gerry Bartlett
Dragon Lady Publishing
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
About the Author
Also by Gerry Bartlett
Real Vampires: A Highland Christmas
Copyright © 2019 by Gerry Bartlett
Dragon Lady Publishing
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This book is dedicated to the many loyal fans who have kept asking for more Glory books through the years. I really want to shout out to my Street Team and the Real Vampires Fan Group on Facebook. You guys keep me going.
Thanks! And big hugs.
1
London, 1604
Iwoke up starving, which I’d learned was normal for new vampires. I wasn’t ravenous for the man next to me in the usual way, though I realized Jeremiah Campbell was staring at me hungrily. I slid my hand over his bare chest, very aware of his need and my own. We slept naked and his hard length pressed against my thigh. Oh, yes, my man wanted me. I inhaled and moved closer, needing more than his body.
No, my new fangs were down and I thirsted. I sat up. Yes, Jeremiah’s lovemaking tempted me, but what made me insane was something in the air. Not the smell of fresh bread coming from the next room. That did nothing for me. Just a week ago Gloriana St. Clair would have been desperate to tear into baked goods. No, what made me eager to crawl out from under the coverlet was the call of human blood from the next room. It was rich, flowing through veins made special by…
“Stop it, Gloriana. You will not drink from Maggie.” Jeremiah suddenly lay on top of me, his hands on my shoulders, though the bulk of him was enough to pin me to the mattress.
“I know that. She is with child. I couldn’t…” I bit my lip. Oh, stupid. My fangs drew blood. That made Jeremiah’s brows rise and his own fangs descend. “Now look at you. First, you think to use me to ease your lust.” I nudged that eager part of him with my knee. “Then you think to drink, sirrah?” I ran a fingertip across his chest. “When I am weak with hunger? I cry foul.”
“I think you have enough energy for a bit of loveplay.” He leaned down to kiss me, the novelty of making our fangs work together not exactly to my liking.
“Stop!” I shoved at him. “What do we do to slake my thirst?” I ran my fingers over his chin, rough with his evening whiskers. “You look a bit pale to me. I don’t think you should serve me yet again.”
“True. You are very greedy, my love.” He smiled down at me. “Not that I mind when you are generous with me in return. With your body.” He lifted the coverlet and kissed a path to my breast, making me sigh. “And with your life force.” He pressed his lips to the vein in my throat. “Delicious.”
“I love you, Jeremiah.” I ran my hands over his strong shoulders then pulled his face to mine for another kiss. The way vampires made love and shared blood during it had been a revelation to me. But he was my sire now. I needed him to guide me and I was really, really being driven mad by that scent coming from the next room.
I gave Jeremiah a gentle shove. “Fergus is with Maggie. Your shifter has become my friend so I cannot imagine asking him to let me drink from him.” I also knew he was too strong to be taken against his will. Gods, but I was losing my humanity to my blood lust to even think such a thing! “So what do I do now?”
“Heed me, Gloriana. We will never drink from Fergus unless the situation is dire.” He rolled off of me and put his hands behind his head. “It is time for me to teach you how to hunt.”
“Strangers? People we stalk like prey?” I shuddered at the thought. So far, in the few days I’d been vampire, I’d only taken blood from my lover. “I know what I just said, but can we not go on as before? I will drink from your vein again after you have feed, um, elsewhere.” I didn’t want to think about where he would find the person to do that with. I touched his vein. “I promise to restrain myself.”
“An easy promise but I doubt you can keep it, my love. It is natural for you to be greedy now. You must become independent and able to find your own sources.” He smiled at me, his fangs hidden again. “I love giving you my blood, Gloriana, but, as your sire, it is my responsibility to teach you our ways. All of them. Where do you suppose I get the strength to give you blood each night? I have already been hunting without you. It’s past time for you to go with me. Take someone yourself.”
I swallowed, my stomach pitching. Take someone? Surely he didn’t mean kill. I’d begged Jeremiah to make me vampire. Because I loved him and wanted to be with him forever. In his arms, knowing he was leaving any day for his home in Scotland, I had been desperate to tie him to me. Now it was time to think about the realities of being a vampire.
“I won’t kill, Jeremiah.” I had to say it.
“You won’t have to. Wait and see. There’s a good lass.” He kissed me again. “I’ll call for a bath, shall I? No need to be scared, my love. Soon this will be easy for you. You must think of the future. You have to be able to take blood from a mortal on your own.” He climbed out of bed, clearly in a good mood as he called for Fergus.
That left me lying in bed wondering why I would need to be independent. He’d said I would accompany him to Castle Campbell. At first I was relieved. He wasn’t leaving me behind. But then reality hit. A castle. The thought made me shrink. How could I be good enough to meet a fine family with his father, the Laird, as head of it?
Now he was talking of independence. Was he already considering replacing me if I disgraced him in Scotland? I knew better than to dwell on that notion. He could and usually did read my mind. Luckily he stood at the water basin, scrubbing his face and cleaning his teeth. I did like the way he always took care of himself. It was just another sign that he’d been raised by a well-bred family, one that would take one look at a woman chance met in an alley and…
“Shall I tell Fergus to prepare a bath for you before we go? Or not.” He glanced at me over his shoulder.
I threw back the coverlet. Enough of these gloomy thoughts. Jeremiah loved me. I must have something of worth to offer this man besides my skills in the bedchamber. He was taking me to meet this formidable family of his, after all.
“A bath? I would love that. What should I wear for hunting?” I walked behind him and threw my arms around his lean waist, resting my cheek on his back. He was so well-made, tall and muscular. He bore scars from the days before he had been turned vampire, testament to having been a warrior then. I loved his rugged masculinity.
I was still getting used to the fact that we were both barely warm, not the same temperature as when I had been human. That thought stopped my breath. Wait. What breath? Jeremiah assured me I had no need to breathe, yet I still did. A habit, he claimed, that I could cease at any time. No longer human. Then what was I? Monster? No, I wouldn’t accept that. Certainly I d
idn’t think of my lover that way. I tightened my arms around him.
“Wear black to blend into the night.” He turned in my arms and stared down at me, his dark eyes intent. “We are hunters, Gloriana, searching for prey as you said. I see your concerns. You are beautiful, the only woman I love. You are certainly not a monster. It will take time for you to adjust to your new state. I know this. But I am not going to let you pretend you are someone you are not. We can put this hunt off no longer.”
I shuddered. He did not bother to spare my feelings. “Jeremiah, I don’t know if I can do this. What if I make a mess of this? I have never taken a life. I can’t imagine…”
“I will show you. We will not take a life, I promise you that, just take enough blood to survive. We will erase the memory of the attack in the mortal’s mind and move on. This is important.” He let me go and pulled on his breeches. “I will get Fergus to arrange your bath. Now pull on a robe. Do you need Maggie’s help?”
“Nay, I am used to taking care of myself.” I was, in fact, unused to having servants at all. In truth, Fergus was more protector than servant, guarding us during the day while we slept like the dead. Maggie had been my friend before she’d fallen in love with Fergus. Lucky for her he returned her affection, since her former so-called husband had abandoned her without a by-your-leave at the Globe theater.
Until Jeremiah took me under his protection I had been starving in the back of the same place, a widow with no resources except for my looks. Master Shakespeare had been patient, but had finally, after a year, advised me to find another man to care for me. My choices had been to stroll the alley looking for a protector with kind eyes or turn prostitute. I’d been very lucky that I’d chanced on Jeremiah. The fact that he’d turned out to be a vampire? Well, as they say—beggars cannot be choosers. I had certainly been a beggar then.
Now it took a little while to bathe and dress in dark clothes with a black cloak over all, a hood covering my bright blonde hair. By the time we were outside on the street, the moon was high but covered with clouds.
“A fine dark night. Take my arm and pay attention to what I say and do, Gloriana.” Jeremiah patted my hand. He was dressed in a dark jacket and pantaloons. His waistcoat was black and he wore his jacket buttoned to his neck to hide his white cravat. We could easily blend into the shadows as we approached the lane where late vendors plied their wares.
Prostitutes called to men who stumbled out of pubs the worse for drink. A woman gained favor and tugged a customer into an alley. The grunts and groans that followed made it clear that coin had quickly changed hands. I shivered, thinking how close I had come to being that desperate for a way to live.
“My love, you would never have needed to become a ha’penny whore.” Jeremiah leaned down and kissed my cheek. “If I had not swept you away that night, another man would have seen your charms and set you up in fine style, I am sure of it.”
“I will always be grateful to you, love, never doubt it. That other man might not have been as kind and generous to me as you have been.” I had met nobles since then who had shown me just how cruel men could be to the women they “protected.”
“I know that. The idea that you could have fallen prey to some man’s perversions makes me want to hold you close and never let you go.” He pulled me against him, his arms like steel bands around me. “No one will harm you while I am your sire, Gloriana. I swear it. Believe that if you believe nothing else.”
I looked up at him, thrilled anew at my luck and the blessing of having found him. “I am beginning to believe it, Jeremiah. Thank you. You make me feel safe when I am with you.”
He relaxed and kissed my forehead. “Good. Now we must be about our business.” He looked up and down the street as he released me, his eyes narrowed.
I wondered how he would decide who to drink from. I certainly had no desire to touch a whore who could very well be full of the pox. Or drag one of the drunken lords into an alley. Would blood from a man full of rum taste of it?
“I avoid drinking blood full of spirits. Though it will give you a feeling like you’ve imbibed yourself.” He nodded. “There. She is the one I want for your first drink.”
“Drink?” What I saw was a woman hurrying from a vendor’s stall, her head down as she tried to get past a tavern without being accosted. When a man grabbed at her skirt, she hit his knuckles a good whack with her umbrella. He cursed and followed her, jumping in front of her and grabbing her basket of bread.
“Excuse me, madam.” Jeremiah was suddenly bowing and doffing his hat to her. “Is this man bothering you?” He didn’t wait for an answer, jerked away the bread and handed it to me, then just picked up the drunk and hurled him away. The fool bounced on the stones, took one look into Jeremiah’s face then howled and ran.
I had no doubt Jeremiah had shown his fangs. But when he turned back to the woman, he was calm and appeared perfectly normal. I moved closer and gave her the basket.
“Thank you, sir, madam. I know it’s foolish to come out so late, but bread is cheaper now.” She stared down at her basket. “May I offer you a loaf?”
“No, thank you. My lady and I were just coming home from the theater. But pray let us see you home safely.” He turned to me and held out his hand. “Gloriana, you don’t mind, do you, my dear?”
“No, of course not. Madam, where do you live?” I smiled, careful to keep my fangs out of sight. The woman’s blood was singing to me. Her stale bread? I didn’t even notice it, though in my mortal life, bread was something I loved.
“At the end of the alley, just there.” She pointed and made a face. “If the trollops didn’t ply their trade there, I would have just run that way and already be gone.” She relaxed when the whore’s customer came out, buttoning his trousers. The whore sauntered out, tucking coin into her bodice. When she saw us watching her, she turned away, going on down the street after another likely prospect. At the last moment, she flipped up her skirt, showing us her bare bum.
“Well! I’ll be off now.” The woman flushed and clutched her basket as she turned toward the alley.
“Come, it is no trouble for us to see you to your door. Is anyone waiting for you?” Jeremiah offered each of us an arm.
“No, I am alone since my Billy died. Carriage accident.” Her voice was bitter. “The toffs don’t care who they run down when they are in a hurry.”
“I am so sorry.” I had to skip to keep up with Jeremiah as he escorted us down the alley.
“I do all right. I take in sewing. Lucky for me, I have a fine hand with a needle.” She stopped at a door. “Here we are.” She pulled her key out of her bodice. “Thank you. I’ll not do this again. Walk out so late. I learned my lesson.”
Jeremiah stared into her eyes until she was suddenly unable to move. That ability of Jeremiah’s, to freeze a person in place, was a vampire skill I did not admire. He had used it on me and I hated being powerless. Now he took her key out of her hand and unlocked her door, stepping inside to make sure she truly lived alone.
“Come in, Gloriana. The room is small but clean. The woman is clean as well. That’s why I chose her. Smell her and you will agree.”
“Jeremiah, this feels so wrong.” I stood back when he guided the woman inside before he closed the door and locked it. Of course I smelled her. Clean and fresh with blood that sang to me. The woman was like a statue, her eyes unseeing. I waved my hand in front of her eyes to be sure, making Jeremiah laugh at me.
“Don’t be foolish, Gloriana. You know how this works. She will not hear us or feel what we do to her as long as she is in this state. She will not remember it either.” He took the woman’s basket and set it on her crude table. Then he removed her shabby cloak and hung it on a peg. “Darling, you are going to have to learn all of this. How to make a mortal obey your will and even how to choose the right one.”
“It is beastly!” I shook my head. “She is helpless.”
“It is how we survive, my love. Would you rather she stand there trembling
and afraid? Know what we are about to do?”
“Of course not!” I was horrified. She would struggle and scream when she saw our fangs. Because mine were certainly down, here in her little room, so near to her mortal blood. Dear God, I had become a monster.
“My love, calm down. You will get used to this. I swear it.” He took my hand. “Now come closer. Smell her blood. Tell me what you think.”
I moved in almost against my will. Smell her blood? I had been unable to smell anything else since we’d met her. I put my nose near her neck where I could hear her blood pumping through her vein. Then I closed my eyes and concentrated. How to describe it?
“It smells good.” Oh, surely I could do better than that. “I mean, it smells rich. Like a fine pudding or good red wine.”
“Excellent. I know you are new to this, but that is a fair description. If you inhaled and you smelled something disgusting, like dead fish, a chamber pot or rotten flesh, would you drink that person’s blood?”
I swallowed, wondering if vampires could cast up their accounts. The urge to do so was strong. “No! I imagine that would be wrong. It would surely be a sign of sickness.”
“You are right. Clean fresh blood smells like this woman’s life force.” He guided the woman to a stool. “Now it’s time for you to drink from her.”
Dear God, he was going to make me do this and I didn’t even know her name. “Jeremiah, this is too cold and calculating.”
“We will leave her coin. After we are done, we will give her a memory of finding a purse in the road. It will make her happy and she will never know what happened here. She was desperate for money. Look around here, Gloriana.” He gestured at the small room.
I did look. The poor woman slept on a pallet on the floor. The table was wobbly and she had only the three-legged stool. She washed in a cracked bowl and her pitcher had a broken spout. One other dress hung on a peg and I knew the only shoes she owned were on her feet. Since I’d met Jeremiah, I’d been blessed with many fine things—shoes, capes, dresses so fancy they’d been worn to meet the king. This woman had the bread in her basket and a small piece of hard cheese. There was no other food in sight.
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