The Vampire's Protector. Michele Hauf

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      And he wanted to keep this strength. And figure it out.

      The carriage stopped and out jumped the woman. She marched toward him. Petite and very pretty, despite her messy blond hair that seemed to fall in twists down to her elbows, and the terrible clothing that made her resemble a boy. He was surprised at her insistence. And even more surprised when she grabbed him by the arm and spun him around.

      “Take your hands off the coat,” he insisted. “It is fine velvet.”

      “Yeah, yeah, velvet is cheap nowadays, buddy. Get over it. So the fact I’m a vampire didn’t freak you?”

      “Freak me? You mean, you expected me to run screaming from you? I know of your sort, blood drinker. Have never met one, but I do have knowledge of the occult.”

      “We call it the paranormal. Vamps, witches, werewolves, demons. All that jazz.”

      “I’m not sure what creature a jazz is, but I am aware of the others you listed. Demons.” Nicolo stifled a shudder.

      “You and me both.” She echoed his shudder.

      “But I’ve always thought vampires—” He glanced skyward where the sun beamed brightly. “Aren’t you supposed to lurk in the shadows?”

      “We vamps can do sunlight for a bit. But we still keep our heads down. But, as it probably was in your time, most humans are not aware of us.”

      “So you are still not a large part of the population?”

      “Large enough. But smart enough to walk in the shadows.”

      “Yes, shadow creatures. So you are vampire.” So opposite of what he’d expected. Completely un-creature-like, this woman of the enticing blond hair and blue eyes. Save for those vicious fangs. Best not to rile the creature. He could play nice to protect his ass if need be. “I don’t think you should bite me. My blood may be...off.”

      “Off?”

      “I did just rise from the grave.”

      “Right. Don’t worry, buddy. I’m not going to sink in my fangs. You’re a job.”

      “A job—”

      “So tell me how you’re feeling after a climb out of the grave? I should probably keep an eye on you. For, uh...possible decomposition.”

      “Decomposition?”

      “Well, yeah.” She gestured her hands through the air in exclamation and blurted out, “You could be a zombie.”

      “A—what? I am not familiar with that term, vampire. What year is it, by the by?”

      “2016. So you could be a zombie.” She pressed the tiny box a few times, then held it before him to display yet another painting. “Because zombies are dead things that have risen from the grave.”

      The image was of a person. Maybe. Whatever it had been, it was decayed and—flesh was falling off its face and it oozed gore.

      Nicolo flinched and made a disgusted face. “That is not me.”

      “Probably not. Zombies are usually mindless and gross. They have limbs falling off and look like they just rose from the grave. They also eat brains. You’re...hot. So not zombie-like.”

      Again she did something with the tiny device, then turned it toward him. “Here’s the mirror app. Take a look.”

      He bent to study the reflection in the silvered surface of the device. Indeed, it had changed from showing a painting to a mirror. Marvelous. And diabolical. And yet...

      “That is...me? I look...well.” He tapped his teeth again. They were white and not wobbling in their sockets. “Such a marvel.” His nose, long and with a bend at the middle looked like the same nose. His eyes were gray and clear. His hair seemed longer. As did his face look—well, healthier. Such a handsome fellow, eh?

      Realizing he was mooning over himself, Nicolo cleared his throat and stood upright. “Did you say it was you who facilitated my rising from the grave?”

      “Inadvertently.”

      He quirked a brow.

      “When I was inspecting my find, the bow slipped across the violin strings. Played a few notes. But I didn’t do it on purpose. It was accidental.”

      “You have the black violin?” Nicolo’s heart thumped once, and he winced at the aching remembrance of that vile instrument.

      “I do.”

      Blowing out a heavy breath, he clutched his hair in frustration. “I asked Achille to destroy that monstrosity! Oh, this is most awful.” He started to stride away, then turned and paced the pavement back up to her. “Do you know what this means?” He slapped a hand over his chest. “That explains why I feel so alive and strong. I feel as though I could run round the world and not pause to catch my breath. And my teeth.” He tapped the perfect teeth in his mouth.

      “Oh wow.” She peered at his teeth. “I read you had lost all your teeth before your death.”

      “I did lose them! As well as my voice. I could not speak above a whisper for years before my death. And now it is as if I have transformed into a new version of myself when I climbed up out of that coffin. And you are the reason for it!”

      He clutched her about the neck and squeezed. She struggled and then kicked and landed her foot successfully at his hip, just missing his groin. Nicolo dropped the vampire and with a shout, stumbled backward into a swath of lush tall grass.

      “We women have learned a thing or two about defense since your time,” she said, standing over him. “Let that be a warning. You’re strong, though.” She rubbed her reddened throat. “Kind of weird for a dead guy.”

      “I am not dead,” he managed as he fought to free himself from the long grasses tangled about his shoes.

      “No, you’re not. But what are you?”

      That was the question, indeed. By all the blessed mercies he prayed that foul brimstone bargain had not been enacted.

      “Why did you play the violin?” he asked the vampiress. He had best be cautious for another attack. The next time she could use her fangs.

      “I didn’t play it,” she said. “I was supposed to find the violin and bring it to Acquisitions, but I figured I’d better open up the case and check to be sure it was inside first. When I did, it was almost as if the violin had a mind of its own. I’m sure it played those notes by itself.”

      That did not surprise him. What he knew of the violin was that it was magic most foul. Diabolical, even.

      Truly, had she summoned him by enacting that bedamned brimstone bargain? It didn’t seem possible. The condition had been that he should СКАЧАТЬ