After Sundown (Vampire Trilogy #2)
Page 24"Eddie, do you think you'll ever like being a vampire?"
"I don't know." They were home, in the backyard, sitting on the swing Kelly had bought earlier that day. Ramsey slid his arm around her shoulders and drew her closer.
She looked at him, her gaze searching his. "Do you still hate it?"
He thought of what he had lost: his humanity, the sun, the ability to sire a child to carry on the Ramsey name. He thought of the hunger, the darkness, the aloneness, the sense of being separated from the rest of the world. And then he thought of what he had gained: his increased senses; his immunity to sickness and disease and aging; his ability to read minds, control thoughts, move through the night faster than a thought.
"Not as much as I used to," he admitted slowly. His arm tightened around her shoulders. "If I weren't a vampire, I never would have met you."
"That's true," she said brightly. Leaning forward, she kissed him.
"Why were you asking Chiavari all those questions when we played cards the other night?"
"I was just curious. I've been thinking... Marisa's going to let Grigori bring her across. I don't want to be the only one who's not a..."
"Forget it, Kelly! Don't even think about it."
"I'm afraid of growing old, Eddie. I'm afraid of losing you."
"You will not lose me."
"You say that now. But how will you feel when I'm old and ugly? When people start thinking I'm your mother, or your grandmother?"
"Kelly..."
"I know you think of yourself as a monster, but I don't see you that way. I want to be like you."
"I've never done it." He shook his head. "It's too dangerous, Kelly."
"I'm willing to risk it."
"I'm not!"
"Maybe Grigori could..."
"No!" he said firmly, and left her sitting there, alone, in the dark.
She asked him the next night and the next, and every night for the next two weeks. And every night he refused, but the thought was always there in the back of his mind, teasing, tempting. He couldn't help thinking how nice it would be to have someone to share his life with him, someone who would understand, who would always be there. And even as he considered it, he wondered at the change in him. Once, he had killed vampires. Now, he was thinking of creating one.
He might have thought of himself as dead, but his body came instantly to life, humming with need, with desire. "Kelly..."
She held out her arms. "You're hungry," she said, her voice low and sultry.
"Hungry" didn't begin to describe what he was feeling. Lost in the heat of her eyes, he moved across the floor like a sleepwalker, sank down on the sofa beside her, drew her into arms that trembled.
She tilted her head up and back, exposing the slender column of her throat. Her blood called to him, more enticing than any perfume, more intoxicating than the finest brandy.
"Do it, Eddie."
He knew what she wanted, knew she was deliberately tempting him. He should turn away, leave the house before it was too late.
"No." He shook his head even as he felt his fangs lengthen, felt the hunger awake and stretch its claws.
Her nails dug into his arm. "Do it, Eddie. Now."
He was afraid. Afraid for her, for him. "If I take too much..."
"You won't."
"This isn't something you want to rush into, Kelly girl. There is no going back once it's done. You need to be sure."
"I am sure." She cupped his face in her palms and kissed him deeply.
Desire and need clashed within him, fighting for control. She was sweet, so sweet. So warm, so alive. All that would change if he did as she asked.
She deepened the kiss, her tongue stroking his, her hands sliding up and down his back. His body responded to her touch, his desire growing. And with desire came the overwhelming need to feed. The hunger clawed its way to the surface as he held her closer, closer.
His lips slid down to her neck.
She moaned softly, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her fingers digging into his flesh.
She shivered as his fangs pierced her flesh, tensed as fear of the unknown overcame her eagerness. She cried his name, her voice hoarse, uncertain.
But he was past hearing. He drank deeply, aware of nothing but the pounding of her heart, the panic that made it beat harder, made the blood flow faster, sweeter. A distant part of his mind told him she wanted him to stop, but there was no going back, not now.
He drank and drank. Drank until her heart was beating in rhythm with his, until it slowed, almost stopped. He drew back abruptly, stared at her in horror. She lay across his lap, her head lolling over his arm, unmoving, barely breathing, as pale as death.
Fearing he had taken too much, he bit his wrist and held the bleeding wound to her lips.
"Drink, Kelly," he urged. "You must drink..."
Khira lifted her head, the young man in her arms momentarily forgotten as a new heartbeat rode the dark wings of the night.
"Ah, Edward," she murmured. "What have you done?"
Grigori paused on the narrow wooden pier, a sudden chill running down his spine.
"What is it?" Marisa asked. She glanced around the park, wondering if Grigori had sensed danger lurking in the shadows. They walked here often in the evening. She remembered the first time they had come here, shortly after they met. She hadn't known he was a vampire then, only that he was dark and handsome and strangely compelling. That night, walking hand in hand through the park, had made her feel like a teenager with her first crush. She looked up at Grigori. He was wearing the same black sweater he had worn that night. It was a color that suited him, making it seem as if he were a part of the night itself.
He swore softly. "There is a new vampyre in the city."
"What do you mean?"
"Ramsey brought Kelly across."
"How do you know?"
"I can feel it." Grigori took her hand and started walking again. He turned left at the end of the bridge and made his way toward the shallow stream that cut through the middle of the park. "He would have been wiser to wait a while."
"What do you mean?"
"In a word, Khira."
"Oh."
"Exactly. Khira has already destroyed most of the vampyres in the city. To my knowledge, there were only three of us left; Ramsey, Lisa, and myself.
"Lisa? I've never heard you mention her before."
"She is Rosa's fledgling, and still new to the Dark Gift." Grigori shook his head. "Ramsey should not have brought Kelly across until Khira left town."
"Do you really think she'll leave?"
"She will go back to Italy sooner or later; I have no doubt of that." He stopped walking and drew Marisa into his arms. "I don't want to talk about her now. Do you remember the first night we came here?"
He nuzzled her neck. "Are you still afraid of vampyres?"
She slid her fingertips through the hair at his nape. "What do you think?"
"I think we should go home."
"Do you?" Standing on tiptoe, she nibbled on his lower lip. "Why?"
He drew her up against him, letting her feel the obvious evidence of his desire. "That's why."
She looked up at him and batted her eyelashes. "Why, sir," she drawled in her best Southern belle imitation, "whatever do you mean?"
Grigori burst out laughing. "Minx!"
"Minx! Minx, am I! Sir, if I had a fan, I should strike you with it."
He ground his hips against hers. "Do your worst, Miss Scarlett."
"My worst, sir? Oh, no, I shall do my best."
"Do not tempt me, cara, or I shall take you here, now."
"You're kidding, right?" Marisa asked, suddenly serious.
"No."
"But..."
He stilled her protest with a kiss as he swept her into his arms and carried her up the side of the hill until he came to a large weeping willow tree whose branches brushed the ground. Inside the shelter of the branches, he sat down, then slowly fell back, drawing Marisa down on top of him.
He had kissed and caressed her all the way up the hill. Now, locked in his arms, with his mouth warm on hers and his hands sliding seductively over her body, she had no thought except to pleasure him and be pleasured in return.
She moaned his name as his fangs brushed her throat. What would it be like to be able to give him the same kind of ecstasy he gave her?