Darlings of Darkness: A Vampire Anthology Part 12

After a long moment, she sighed and said, "He needs to die so that I can finally escape him. He haunts me constantly, and I would give anything in the world to make that stop."

I could sense the weight on her, feel the burden she carried around with her, but I didn't know why. Was her hurt really never going to heal?

Was I really thinking that? If I were in her place, I would be on the hunt for blood, too. But I'd want to do it myself.

"Look Alexa, I appreciate your time, but I really should get going. I'll understand if, for any reason, you don't take the case." She stood, and I held the cash envelope out to her. She counted out five thousand dollars and forced it into my hand.

"Keep it. Read through the file and tell me what you think. I've included a few pages from my journal. It seemed better than reciting the past in detail."

I closed the folder and accompanied her out. "I will definitely read through everything and get back to you. But, I can't accept your money." I had difficulty swallowing around the growing knot in my throat.

"Please, I insist. Something for your time at least." She refused to take the bills when I tried to give them to her.

When she was gone, I sank against my desk in relief. What in the world would she think if she knew that I'd been in the arms of her traitorous ex only two nights ago? I felt sick.

"Holy s.h.i.t," I said aloud to myself. I had to look at the photo again.

I had accepted jobs like this before. Vampires were monsters, and no matter what the situation, they usually gave me just cause to kill them. I kill rogues and eliminate problems. It's what I do. But Arys? I just couldn't do it.

I was still staring at the black and white, elegantly dressed Arys when Jez appeared in the doorway of my office.

"Hey, I heard your client leave. You want to grab a bite to eat? I haven't eaten in hours." She rambled casually, but when she saw my expression, she snapped her mouth shut and came closer. "Are you ok, Lex?"

"h.e.l.l no." I handed her the picture and waited for her reaction.

"This is Arys." She let out a low whistle. "He cleans up pretty good. Where did you get it?"

"He's my new target, if I decide to take the job."

"You're kidding." Her eyes never left the aged image in her hands. "You didn't say no?"

"I didn't know how. Jez, he left her for dead. I couldn't very well tell her the truth." I sighed and held the file folder open for her to drop in the picture. "She left a bunch of dirt on him that I really don't want to know." Besides, everything was already hidden in my memory now. I didn't really want to access it.

"But you're going to read it anyway." There was no question in her tone.

I nodded. "She paid me to. She also said she'd understand if I don't take the hit. And of course, there's the whole curiosity aspect." I shrugged, and we fell silent.

After a moment of eyeing me, Jez cleared her throat. "Do you think there's anything in that folder that will change your mind about taking the hit? I mean, it may very well solve your little energy bonding problem."

I met her dark, golden eyes and found no trace of humor within them. She was dead serious.

"You're an evil woman, Jez."

"So I've been told." She produced a set of car keys with a loud jangle. "Let's go eat. I'll buy."

Chapter Twelve.

The radio DJ spoke of sunshine ahead for the rest of the day with a chance of showers overnight, perfect sunroof weather. With it slid wide open, I cruised the streets with the summer breeze in my hair. The scent of rain was light on the air, hours away yet.

My bag, with Cat's unread file, sat on the pa.s.senger seat. I had yet to work up the gumption to read even the first page. I just wasn't ready yet.

Not only that, but I was on my way to see Raoul. First things first. He'd left half a dozen messages on my home machine after finding my cell phone voicemail full. Nothing linked him to either murder, but he was having kittens over the whole thing nonetheless.

I still wondered if he wasn't being melodramatic or putting on some kind of act. He wouldn't normally come undone, but I suppose if my exes were dropping like flies, I might be worried, too.

Somebody had it out for him, though, and I wanted to know why. That seemed like a better question than whom. A number of people could have a grudge with Raoul, and they would most likely be completely justified in it.

All too soon, I stood on Raoul's front step and crossed my fingers in the hope that he would have stepped out. The door swung open unexpectedly, and a large hand jerked me inside before I could blink.

My wrist stung where he grasped it, and I glared up at him until he let go. I rubbed the sore spot and frowned. I don't react well to being manhandled.

"I don't want anyone to see you here. They would probably just think I'm going to murder you and have the police here in a heartbeat." When I just gave him a suspicious look, he added, "I didn't kill anyone."

"Well that line is sounding more convincing every time I hear it, but if Belle is going to be your key alibi, consider it an open and shut case." I wrinkled my nose at Belle's heavy, lingering perfume. "Is she gone?" I couldn't sense her physical presence, but I had to be sure.

"Yeah. I asked her to leave before I called you." Raoul ran a hand through his disheveled hair. He looked tired. The dark circles beneath his eyes indicated he hadn't been sleeping well.

"I want to help you, Raoul, but we're running out of time here. No more games. Tell me who you think is doing this."

"Alexa!" The growl that spilled from between his lips made the fine hairs on my arms stand on end. "I don't know. Why are you so insistent that I know who is doing this?"

I studied him long and hard before replying. He met my gaze, unflinching and bold. I couldn't count how many times over the years we had stared at one another like that. Too many.

"I just get the feeling there's something you're not telling me. Why would anyone do this? Why not just kill you and get it over with, if they have it out for you so bad? Why go to the trouble of ruining your life first?"

"I've been asking myself that very same thing. I do not know," he said between tightly clenched teeth. "But, I'd sure like to get my hands on them."

I paced the length of the living room and then paused to examine some photos on the mantel. "If the killing continues, you're going to end up in prison. Or dead." Most of the pictures displayed a much younger, human Raoul with his family. He didn't see them much anymore. He was pretty touchy on the subject.

I knew he was being less than honest about something, but I couldn't place a finger on what. He may be telling the truth about his innocence in the murders, but I was sure I smelled a rat.

"How do you expect me to be of any help if you insist on keeping me in the dark?"

"Who said I need your help?" The look he gave me was so full of scorn that I had to do a double take.

"You're kidding, right?" Staring at his childhood photos, I wondered briefly what had happened. Surely, he didn't start out in life as such a p.r.i.c.k. "Well, forgive me for running over here when you called. Fool me twice, I guess. Shame on me."

He made a frustrated sound and rolled his eyes at me. "Don't get all female and defensive on me, Alexa. I should be able to take care of myself."

A laugh bubbled up and poured out of me before I could rein it in. So, this was about Raoul's fragile ego. Well, I sure as h.e.l.l was not about to help him stroke it.

"Alright then. When this killer finally makes its way to you, then I'll a.s.sume you'll handle it yourself. After all, Lord knows how well you handle everything else."

My jibe didn't go unnoticed. Raoul grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him. I almost dropped the small wolf statue that I'd been examining. "And, just what the h.e.l.l is that supposed to mean?"

We both knew exactly what I meant: he'd ruined our relationship. When Raoul had first taken me into the pack, I'd been grateful for the support and guidance. But, when I'd spent more time in his bed as a playmate than anything else, my innocence died. I distrusted him on every level. True, he had stopped me from being a.s.saulted and abused, but that debt was paid, as far as I was concerned. I had no reason to forgive him for making me a toy. Over the years, Raoul proved himself a misogynistic chauvinist.

I glared pointedly at the large hand that squeezed my arm. "Get your filthy paws off me."

"I never let him hurt you." The energy behind his words shot through me like a scorching flame, and I jerked my arm away. I contemplated asking him who he was really mad at here.

"No, you just scored from me willingly what he was going to simply take." So much for asking questions. I'm a self-confessed sucker for an argument when I know, without a doubt, that I am right.

"What did you want me to do? Kill him?"

I blinked at him, dumbfounded. This was the man that dared to call himself an Alpha anything?

"Yes, Raoul. I was a teenager, for G.o.d's sake. Yes, I wanted to see the b.a.s.t.a.r.d dead! I wanted you to make him beg for death. But, you proved that you're full of empty threats and capable of nothing."

"And what did you prove, Alexa? That you're no more than a ruthless murderer, always ready to extinguish somebody's flame?" He smiled as if he believed he had me there.

"I proved that I get things done, and that I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty when it means taking care of business." I tsked and shook my head sadly at him. "Maybe you're not cut out for this werewolf gig after all."

"Oh, f.u.c.k off, Alexa."

I rolled my eyes at his blatant immaturity. I honestly wasn't sure why I bothered with him at all.

"And on that note, I'm going to keep this visit short and sweet before I overstay my welcome."

If I didn't leave now, I was going to explode. The fire inside me was nowhere near burning out, and his b.u.t.ton pushing wasn't helping. If he touched me again, I was going to pop. Something about his energy set me off, in a way that n.o.body else's could. He left the bitter sting of betrayal in places that could never be wiped clean.

"You're leaving?" For the first time since I arrived, he showed an actual interest in my presence.

"Well, I sure don't want to get in the way when your soon-to-be murderer arrives to dispatch your egotistical a.s.s to the dark side. But, if you cut me into your will, then I might come back to dispose of you properly when it's over." I resisted the smiled that tugged at my lips.

"So that's it then. Alright. I know you think I deserve as much." Raoul actually paced the length of the room once, then twice. I ignored him, turning to the doorway for my shoes.

The atmosphere grew smothered from his sudden anxiety, and I fought to resist it. Freely exuded, loose energy can become an intoxicant, and lately, it didn't take much to over stimulate my senses.

"It doesn't matter what I think, Raoul. It's a waste of our time to even have this conversation. Keep your secrets, but leave me out of it when they catch up to you."

I pulled my car keys from my pocket, and nearly lost a twenty dollar bill in the process, the one he'd given me. I had been planning on spending it on lottery tickets, hoping to win the big one so I could rub it in his face.

I continued, "Look, it's my pack duty to back you up, but if you don't want my help, then my hands are tied."

He seemed to weigh my words, scan them for sarcasm. Satisfied, he gave me a lecherous smile that I recognized with a sick feeling. This wasn't about to get any better.

"You really want to help me?" His low chuckle gave the room an eerie quality. The tiny hairs on the back of my neck stood on end.

With my defenses raised, I tensed for what was coming. "Don't waste your breath on my account. Please."

He must have moved when I bent to slip my shoes on because he suddenly felt much closer than before. Against my will, my heart began to race as the air shifted around us.

"What has it been, Lex, three or four years since you've been in my bed?"

"Is that all? I haven't kept track. It really doesn't mean anything to me anymore." I bit back all of the things that I wanted to say. I should have said nothing in the first place.

"Hey, you said you wanted to help. I'm simply refusing to beat around the bush. I'm not interested in rehashing the past either."

"You've got to be kidding me. Getting laid is your biggest concern right now? You, sir, are a lost cause."

"That's not fair. I could be a dead man walking, and you expect me to avoid the greatest things in life while I'm still able to enjoy them? Not a chance." He didn't really believe his days were numbered. His arrogance wouldn't allow it.

"Nice try. I hope you don't think I'm hard up enough to take you up on that."

His dark eyes narrowed, and the desire to leave was unbearable. I wished desperately for him to get out of my personal s.p.a.ce.

"I don't suppose you would be with a young thing like Shaz. I'll bet he's a real aim-to-please kind of guy."

I made a sound somewhere between a snort and a laugh which earned me a dirty look. Of course, he would a.s.sume that Shaz and I were lovers. He wouldn't be the first to think so, but he would be wrong. Still, I didn't like being reminded of the awkward intimacy between me and Shaz. I hated the fear that I had now destroyed it for good.

"I don't stick my nose in your many personal affairs. I'll thank you to stay the h.e.l.l out of mine."

"Fair enough." With another step, he closed the remaining s.p.a.ce between us. With a forward tilt of his head, his black hair fell like a silky curtain against my face. "How about we cut to the chase then?"

I fought to deny the resurgence of a memory, a time when I'd known the touch of that soft hair on my naked flesh. I was resisting the impulse to scream so intently that I expected my skull to burst into a million little pieces. I needed to calm down. Losing control wasn't an option.

His breath was hot on my neck as he nuzzled my hair and breathed in my scent deeply. The soft tip of his tongue was wet against my skin as he licked the sensitive spot beneath my ear. A sigh escaped me, and I flashed back to another time and place. Though it was the same wolf in the same house, it was all wrong.

Raoul thought he could seduce me with the l.u.s.ty power of the werewolf. Perhaps he could charm the pants off a human or even a new Were, but I'd been seduced by the ultimate vampire, and Raoul just couldn't compare to that. At just the thought of Arys, Raoul's touch ceased to hold any sway over me.

"That's never going to happen." I gently pushed him with both hands. He resisted and pressed me into the wall. "I've got issues you can't even begin to understand. Trust me when I say, you don't want to play with me anymore. Stick with Belle, she's more your type."

The negative energy of his sudden anger pushed against me, and a menacing temptation to play with him taunted me from the cooled depths of Arys's magic. I wanted to manipulate him like the pathetic animal that he was, until I'd consumed all that he had to give: blood, anger, fear and s.e.x. I just could suck him dry. The promise of pleasure encouraged the s.a.d.i.s.tic urge, and I licked my lips eagerly when he brought his face to mine.

I thought he was going to kiss me, so I was caught between relief and outrage when he bit my bottom lip instead. I tasted blood, which fuelled my sudden fury. The power flowed from me in a casual and effortless gesture that I'd seen Arys do many times. It had taken scarcely more than a thought to throw Raoul against the far wall.

I was pleased at the ease of wielding Arys's power. From the sound that Raoul made against the wall, I'd thrown him harder than I'd intended. I could feel an icy wave shoot through me, and I shuddered as Arys's power licked my insides.

I broke the energy that held Raoul, and he fell to his knees on the floor. He was speechless, a rarity for him. The weight of his wide, dark eyes bore into me. A series of emotions swam in his dark stare. His glare triggered my defenses, and I tensed. I wasn't sure what to expect, but I never expected what came next.

"Get out." Raoul got to his feet, unsteady.

"What?"

"You heard me. Take your secrets, your vampire powers, or whatever the h.e.l.l that was, and get the f.u.c.k out. That certainly explains what you did to Shaz, you crazy b.i.t.c.h."

"You know it's not vampire powers. You've seen what I can do." I was so full of s.h.i.t, and we both knew it.

"You couldn't do that before. And, certainly not without breaking a sweat. There's the door."