Night's Touch. Amanda Ashley

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      He didn’t answer, but merely grunted softly.

      “Will you be at The Nocturne tomorrow night?” she asked.

      A faint smile played over his lips. “I will if you will.”

      “I’ll be there.” As if drawn by an invisible hand, she took a step toward him.

      He moved toward her, his gaze burning into hers. “What time?”

      “Nine-thirty.” They were only a breath apart now.

      “Nine-thirty,” he repeated. “I’ll see you then.”

      Heart pounding so loud she was sure he could hear it, she waited for him to kiss her.

      Instead, he turned and walked away.

      Cara stared after him as he went down the winding staircase, disappointed that he hadn’t kissed her good night. It wasn’t until he disappeared into the shadows that she wondered how he was going to get through the gate.

      Vince ghosted through the darkness to where he had left his car. He noted in passing that the man, Anton, had gone. Anton. There was something about the man that rubbed Vince the wrong way. Of course, it might be nothing more than a bad case of good, old-fashioned jealousy, but he didn’t think so. There was something dark and sinister about the man.

      Vince laughed. Dark and sinister. That was rich! There weren’t many things walking around that were darker or more sinister than what he himself had become.

      Vince the vampire. Even now, almost a year later, he still couldn’t believe what had happened to him.

      He slid behind the wheel of the Mustang and pulled away from the curb. Vampire. He supposed he had been like everyone else on the planet, assuming vampires were creatures of myth and legend, until the night he had the misfortune to pick up the wrong chick. He shook his head. She hadn’t looked like a vampire, he thought glumly, let alone one that was thousands of years old! She’d had the body of a siren and the face of an angel, and he’d been helpless to resist her.

      He laughed softly, bitterly. As the old saying went, he had chased her until she caught him. They had been in the middle of the best sex he’d ever had when she’d sunk her fangs into his throat. That was his first hint that she wasn’t an ordinary female. The second had come when he tried to fight her off. She was just a little thing, hardly more than five feet tall, and couldn’t have weighed more than a hundred pounds soaking wet, but she’d held him down with one hand, and when he had gotten desperate and drove his fist into her face, she had laughed at him. Then she had drained him to the point of death and given him a choice—live or die.

      Looking back, he wondered if he would have chosen death if she had told him just what being a vampire entailed. Not that it was all that bad. True, he could no longer eat brunch with his folks on Sundays, but his senses were so acute he could hear the flutter of a moth’s wings. He couldn’t go surfing early in the morning anymore, but he could bench-press a bus. And even though he couldn’t go outside during the day, he’d been surprised to discover that he wasn’t compelled to sleep when the sun was up. He wasn’t sure why. He had even doubted that he was a true vampire until he foolishly went outside one morning. That was a mistake he hadn’t made again. The sun had burned him like acid. He was weak during the day, and so he usually rested until early afternoon and did the brunt of his work after dark. Even drinking blood wasn’t as bad as he had expected it would be. Bad? Hah! It was like the nectar of the gods.

      And there was no denying the thrill of the hunt. At first, he had been shocked and shamed by the kick he got out of it, but that hadn’t lasted long. There was nothing else like it, finding prey, smelling their fear, knowing that you held their life in your hands, that you could take only what you needed to survive or you could drain them to the point of death. He had done that only once, but he had never forgotten the ecstasy of drinking a human life, of absorbing the man’s essence, listening to the beat of his prey’s heart grow weaker as his own grew stronger. As exhilarating as it had been, he had never done it again, afraid that if he did, he would turn into the kind of ravening monster that vampires were reputed to be. It was hard enough to hang on to what remained of his humanity.

      The only real downside to being a vampire had been moving away from his family. They had always been a close-knit bunch and he missed rough housing with his brothers and babysitting his nieces and nephews, but moving had seemed the easiest solution. He couldn’t tell his kin what he had become and couldn’t keep thinking up new excuses for why he didn’t show up for brunch or why he couldn’t eat dinner, or go to the park with his sister’s kids, or watch his nephew play Little League anymore. It had just been easier to sell his business, move away, and start a new life. He’d hated to leave Georgia, but he’d had to move far enough away that his parents couldn’t just hop in the car and drive over for a visit. It hadn’t been easy leaving his friends behind, either, or starting a new life, especially a life with a lifestyle he didn’t know anything about.

      The other drawback to being Undead was finding things to do to pass the time late at night. He couldn’t work all the time, and once the movies, the bowling alley, and the bars closed, there wasn’t a whole heck of a lot to do except visit The Nocturne.

      He parked the Mustang in the garage and lowered the iron security door. Cat was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs. With a gravelly meow, the cat followed him upstairs. At one time, the room had been a large office, but Vince had converted it into a combination living room–bedroom. He no longer needed a kitchen, or much of anything else. He had furnished the place with a black leather sofa and chair, a coffee table, a couple of end tables, a home theater system with surround sound, and a stereo. He’d had the windows plastered over so he didn’t have to worry about the sun finding him. As long as he avoided its light, he was safe inside. On really sunny days, he closed the security door and just left the side entrance open. Satellite TV and a couple hundred DVDs provided entertainment in the wee hours of the morning.

      He turned on the TV, and even though the volume was turned low, he could hear it perfectly.

      Dropping down on the sofa, he stared at the screen; his thoughts turned inward as he idly scratched Cat’s ears. He had been an easygoing guy not too long ago. He’d had friends, played softball on the local team once a week, gone dirt biking with his buddies, had his share of women. He grinned inwardly. Maybe more than his share. Of course, all that had changed when he did.

      He had left all his old friends behind because it was easier to move than try to explain the unexplainable. He didn’t really trust himself with women, though they seemed to gravitate toward him more than ever. Since becoming a vampire, he could have scored every night, but he had no interest in meaningless sex. Of course, it made satisfying his other hunger easier. Talk about a quickie! He smiled at the women who came on to him, mesmerized them, took what he needed to satisfy his hellish thirst, and sent them on their way, none the wiser.

      But Cara was different. He didn’t want to drink from her…well, he did, but that wasn’t all he wanted. There was something about her that called to him. For all that she had money and lived with parents who seemed to love her, he sensed she was just as lonely as he was.

      And she lived with vampires.

      He mulled that over for a time, wondering if the vampires were her parents, and if so, how such a thing could be possible. He’d been told that the Undead couldn’t create life, but if they weren’t her parents, who were they?

      Cara. She occupied his thoughts until the rising of the sun made his mind and body sluggish and he sought his bed for a СКАЧАТЬ