Dark Ones - Last Of The Red-Hot Vampires Part 8

"Sarah? You there?" I stopped at her door and gave a soft knock, in case she'd gone to bed early.

"Come on in. I'm just making some notes. I've had the most brilliant idea for a book."

I poked my head in through the door. "You OK?"

She looked up from her laptop, her face distracted. "Of course I am. Did you see Theo?"

His kiss still burned my lips. I licked them, tasting once again his masculine, woodsy taste, my nether regions throbbing heavily.

"Yeah, I saw him. I'm...this is going to sound silly, but I've agreed to have a drink with him. Downstairs, in full view of everyone, I'd like to add."

"Silly?" Sarah wrinkled her nose at me. "Why on earth would you having a drink with him be silly?"

"Is the English water affecting your memory or something? Did you forget that we've been trying to have him arrested for a.s.sault and kidnapping?"

"You've been trying to have him arrested. I haven't done anything other than try to reason with you. He's your champion, Portia.

You need him." Sarah turned back to her laptop and continued to type.

I shook my head, too tired to try to reason with her. "I'll be downstairs if you need me."

"Enjoy yourself for a change. And kiss Theo for me."

I shot her a piercing look, but her face was devoid of emotion, her eyes on the laptop screen as she tapped away.

Theo was waiting for me by the time I arrived at the pub proper. He had claimed a corner table, the one farthest away from the music videos. He had changed into black pants and a silky-looking crimson shirt that set off his dark skin, hair, and eyes. For one wild moment, he reminded me of a stereotypical pirate: deadly, dangerous, andvery bad to know.

"There is a private room, if you would prefer to be away from all this noise," he said, standing up as I approached the table.

"No thank you. I'd rather be in full view of everyone in case you get any ideas about attacking me again." I sat in the chair he pulled out for me, the skin on my back tightening when his hand brushed the bare flesh of my neck.

He sighed. "Portia, I have told you repeatedly-"

"I know, I know, you didn't know I was mortal. But you haven't said what you expected me to be if not mortal."

"That will make up a good part of the discussion. What would you like to drink?"

"Gin and tonic, please." I sat primly while he went to the bar to place our drink orders, trying not to notice how wonderfully tight his pants were over his derriere. I didn't win the battle, but felt somewhat proud of the fact that I made the attempt.

"The opposite of a mortal would be an immortal, something that doesn't exist," I said as he returned with our drinks and took his seat. "Unless there is some definition to immortality that I'm not aware of." "There are many concepts I suspect you are not aware of, and will probably resist accepting, but time is limited, so we will have to do this as quickly as possible. You recall the discussion we had about the Court of Divine Blood?"

"Yes. You claimed that Hope was something called a virtue, a person who controlled the weather, and that members of the Court couldn't be killed."

"They can be killed; it's just incredibly difficult," he said, sipping a gla.s.s of whisky. "More so than most immortals, and yes, Virginia, Santa Claus does exist. Or rather, immortality does. Would you care to hazard a guess as to how old I am?"

Since I was being offered the opportunity to examine him freely, I did so. Although his black hair was untouched by grey, there were faint laugh lines around his eyes that made me believe he might be older than he first appeared. "I would say somewhere in the mid to late thirties."

"If you add approximately seventeen hundred years to that, you would be correct."

I goggled at him. It's not a pretty expression, nor one I cultivate, but when someone tells you they are older than a millennium, a goggle is called for. "That's...very, very unbelievable. You do realize that, don't you?"

"I am a nephilim," he said simply, and went on to explain before I could ask him what that was. "A nephilim is the name given to products of the mating between members of the Court of Divine Blood and mortals. We are considered fallen because our immortal parent more or less breached the laws of the Court in order to reproduce with mortals. In the eyes of the Court, we are d.a.m.ned, non-beings, immortal, but not allowed any of the benefits of Court membership."

"So, you're seventeen hundred years old, but you know about Santa Claus and things like that?"

The look on his face was vaguely offended. "I'm long-lived, not an idiot. Of course I know about Santa Claus. I also know about iPods, the Hubble Telescope, and nanotechnology."

"My apologies. I didn't mean to imply...oh man, this is a bit hard to get a handle on. Let me see if I have it straight," I said, setting down my drink. "I'm some kind of a weather angel, and you're a fallen angel? A kind of mixed-race fallen angel?"

"I've told you-the concept of an angel is something Christianity and other religions formed based on the Court, but it is not an accurate representation. My father was a power, one of the members of the Court. Seventeen hundred and eight years ago he mated with a mortal woman located in what is now southeast India. I was the product of that relationship."

I took a deep breath. A wholly irrelevant question popped into my mind. "Why do you have an Irish accent if your mother was Indian?"

"My father settled in Ireland once he was banished from the Court. He died a few years later, decapitated during a battle. I never knew him."

I mused for a few moments on the idea of angels being able to be killed, but decided the resulting headache wouldn't be worth it.

"I know this is asking a lot of you to digest in such a short time, but digest it you must. You are a virtue, although you have yet to be admitted into the Court. You are undergoing seven trials to test your fitness for the position. If you fail three of the seven trials, you will be refused admittance, and have your powers stripped from you."

"I'm going to take a grain of salt approximately the size of Montana, and just pretend that everything you've said is true and not in the least bit impossible. That being so, where exactly do you come into this whole thing?"

He sat back, lacing his fingers together on his belly. "As I mentioned, I am considered fallen. There is only one way a fallen may be redeemed-a pardon must be granted by either a member of the Court, or by a demon lord. The latter is almost impossible to obtain, since demon lords are notoriously shy about releasing someone they consider in their domain. The former is almost as impossible, but it has been done in the past." A light began to dawn. "You were chasing Hope because you wanted her to pardon you?"

"I have worked through all of the other members of the Court without success. Hope had always been sympathetic to me, and I believed I could persuade her to grant me a pardon." He frowned into his gla.s.s of whisky. "Unfortunately, something happened at Court to scare her, and she went into hiding. I had just tracked her down when you summoned her. She obviously used the opportunity to pa.s.s on her position to you in an attempt to escape whatever trouble she was in."

"Where angels go, trouble follows," I quipped.

Theo gave me a look.

"Sorry. So, now you want me to give you this pardon so you can be a member of heaven...er, the Court of Divine Blood again?"

"Yes. It is the only way. For that reason, you must succeed at the trials, thus I must serve as your champion to make sure you pa.s.s them."

My grain of salt grew to encompa.s.s North and South Dakota. "That seems like a horrible amount of trouble. Why don't you just go the other route and talk to a demon lord?"

It was amazing how much expression could be seen in his black eyes. Amus.e.m.e.nt, anger, frustration, sincerity-they'd all been visible during the last twenty-four hours. But at my words, a screen seemed to fall, giving his eyes a dead look. "That would not be wise. Demon lords do not perform favors without exacting a steep price-too steep. I won't do it."

"Ah. Gotcha." I swallowed the last of my drink and set the gla.s.s down on the c.o.c.ktail napkin, smiling as I stood up. "Thank you for the drink, and for not abducting me. It's been a trying day, so I think I'll be going to bed."

Theo slowly got to his feet. "You don't believe anything I've said, do you?"

"No. It was creative, though. You should talk to Sarah about writing it all down. I bet it would make a good book."

"You don't believe that I am a nephilim."

"Nope. I think you're an extremely handsome, quite possibly troubled man, but as for the fallen business? I'm afraid not."

I walked to the stairs that led to my room on the upper floor. Theo followed me.

"You don't believe that you and you alone have the power to save me?"

The laughter that burbled forward died in my throat at the look in his eyes. I stopped in front of my door, oddly disconcerted.

"Theo, despite everything you've done to me, despite all the trouble you've been, I kind of like you. If there is somethingreal I can do to help you, I would consider it, but this..." I waved my hands around in a vague attempt to explain. "This is beyond me."

He took a step closer to me, and his woodsy scent curled around me. "All you have to do is believe, Portia. You just have to have faith."

There was that word again. "I lost my faith when I was eight. It is long gone, never to return."

His jaw tightened. "Then I will help you find it in return for your a.s.sistance."

I did laugh that time, even though the expression on his face was one of grim determination. "Putting aside the fact that I am getting along just fine without faith of any sort, just how do you expect to do that?"

"The third trial is tomorrow." He took my chin in his hand, tipping my head back to look deep into my eyes. "It will be very difficult." "More old ladies beating the c.r.a.p out of me? I could really do without that."

He leaned closer, and for a second I thought he was going to kiss me right there, outside my room. "I will make a deal with you-if you can give me proof that the trial is mundane, I will serve as your champion without requiring you to pardon me when you are admitted to the Court. If you cannot provide proof, you will accept the truth, and will reward me when you are accepted."

"Mundane?" I asked, more than a little distracted by his nearness. Theo was an imposing presence by any standard, but when he was close enough that I could count individual hairs in his widow's peak, he was almost overwhelming.

"Ordinary. Not supernatural."

I smiled. "Oddly enough, I have a similar bet going with Sarah. I don't think taking on another comer will be a problem. You, sir, have yourself a deal."

He took the hand I offered, a light kindling in his eyes. "Shall I show you how a deal was sealed a thousand years ago?"

His lips brushed mine as he spoke, and before I could decide what I wanted to do about the overwhelming urge to kiss him, I was doing just that, my mouth opening to welcome his, my body all but melting when his fingers dug into my hips, pulling them against his. I am not the most feminine of women, but the steely, unyielding hardness of his body made me very aware that I possessed more curves than I had given much thought to. His mouth was demanding, hot, tasting faintly smoky from the whisky, insisting that I give him what he wanted. I had no qualms at all about kissing him, going so far as to jerk the back of his shirt out of his pants so my hands could slide up his back.

"Salus,woman, do you have any idea how good you taste," he growled into my mouth, one hand sliding around to cup my behind, the other sweeping up to my breast.

"It's the lime in the gin and tonic," I answered, unable to keep from wiggling my hips against him.

He growled again, deep in his chest, his eyes molten with s.e.xual desire. He caressed my breast beneath the velvet of the dress, ever so slightly tweaking my nipple. "Of all the women on this planet, why do you have to be one who will fight me every step of the way?"

"Some men like the chase," I said breathlessly, arching my back to press more of my breast into his hand. I trailed my fingernails down his back, causing him to shiver as my hands dipped lower, to his oh-so-attractive derriere.

"I prefer the yielding that follows," he said just before he kissed me again, a kiss of so much blatant s.e.xuality that I seriously considered the possibility of going to bed with him.

Luckily, Sarah chose that moment to use the bathroom next door to her room.

"Well!" Her voice was rich with amus.e.m.e.nt. I had no doubt of the picture we made-me groping his behind, while he had one hand on my breast, our bodies locked in a sensual embrace.

Theo and I parted, although he kept his hands on me as he half turned to look at Sarah.

She grinned at us both, and winked at me before proceeding to the bathroom. "I'm glad to see you're taking my advice aboutsomething. "

Chapter 8.

"It was just a kiss."

"You said that three times already. Would you turn off that light?" Sarah plumped up a pillow behind her, and tucked the coverlet firmly over her legs before sitting back."A perfectly innocent kiss!"

"Honey, there wasnothing innocent about that kiss," she said with a knowing look.

I stomped over to the light she had left burning on the desk and turned it off, feeling awkward and unsure of myself. I don't know why I felt compelled to explain that the kiss Theo and I shared was not what it seemed, but there I was, wringing my hands as I tried to sort through my emotions and thoughts.

"I find him physically attractive even though he's got some issues," I explained. "There's nothing wrong with a healthy libido."

"Nothing at all, especially when the recipient of your attentions is a gorgeous angel. I looked up nephilim while you were occupied with Theo. That's what a nephilim is, you know. Kind of a sub-angel, the result of a union between-"

"Oh, I know all about that," I said, waving my hands around for a moment before I was aware of what I was doing. I am not at all the hand-waving sort of person. "It's part of this tale he spun me. That's neither here nor there-what I want to know is what is going to come of a relationship with a lunatic!"

"I thought you said it was just your libido?"

"It is!" I shoved the chair aside just because I could. "But you know me-I don't do casual s.e.x, so if things progress beyond kissing, I'm going to end up in a relationship. With a madman!"

"Theo isn't a madman," Sarah said calmly, picking up the book she'd brought to read on the vacation.

"Well, maybe not mad by the strictest definition of the word, but you have to admit that he's not normal."

"Of course he isn't. He's immortal. Are you done trying to convince yourself that he's not handsome as sin, and twice as delicious?"

"I did not-oh, you're impossible!" I said loudly. "And speaking of that, you sure changed your tune quick enough."

"What do you mean?"

"Yesterday you were positively drooling over Theo."

Sarah looked surprised for a moment. "Don't be ridiculous-I'm happily married, which you know."

"That didn't stop you from ogling Theo yesterday." I refused to examine why it bothered me that she had ogled him. It couldn't possibly be important.

"Oh, that was before," she said, returning to her book as she waved a dismissive hand toward me.

"Before what?"

"Before Theo explained he wasn't for me."

I sat on the chair, staring at Sarah, confused by her calm acceptance of the short-lived l.u.s.t she had felt for Theo. "Aren't you the least bit disconcerted about the fact that Theo interested you? Should happily married women feel that sort of thing?"

"They should if the man in question is a nephilim." She sighed at my puzzled look. "I thought you knew about nephilims? Didn't Theo tell you that they have an effect on mortal women?"

"No, he didn't." I frowned.