shake involuntarily with a sudden chilling fear. This was real. There were two vampires next to her, and she could only guess how many more were inside. Despair grew inside her, icy and unsettling.
“I need a cross,” she mumbled, but after her words drew the questioning attention of both vampires, took a step back. At least, she stepped as far as Soren’s rather solid arm allowed.
“Steffen,” he said, holding his hand out to the other vampire, who drew a rosary from beneath his shirt, passed it quickly to him. Both men faced her, seeming truly concerned.
In his hand was the very same rosary that had lain around Steffen’s neck. She opened and closed her mouth several times before deciding on the question least likely to get her killed.
“Isn’t that supposed to hurt you?” she asked Steffen.
“Want to see the scar?” he answered in a bland, bored tone.
“Enough,” Soren warned.
Steffen snatched the rosary from him with a snort. “It doesn’t hurt.”
“But…but I thought vampires would, well…”
When she couldn’t finish her sentence, Soren supplied the answer. “It’s a myth, the same as holy water and garlic. We invented them to make humans feel safe. Not one of them works.”
“Crap,” she said.
“Scheming to kill me with a cross, were you?”
“Thought about it,” she admitted.
“I’m sorry I spoiled your plans. The attempt would have been…interesting.” His eyebrow jumped slightly, and unmasked curiosity flashed on his face and in his twitching smile.
Goodness, the man was a magnet. She didn’t have any interest in peeling her gaze from him.
“Personally, I love garlic.” Steffen tucked the rosary under his shirt.
“That explains a lot,” Soren said as he opened the door and guided her through it, away from Steffen and further into the chateau.
“Real nice! Pick on the guy with no social life,” he called after them.
In the dim light within, she made out the comfortable furnishings and a large fireplace, but beyond that, the room felt eerily quiet and abandoned. After Soren took her by the arm and steered her sharply to the left, she understood why. That grand room was apparently not traveled.
He opened a tall door, the wood thick and heavy on its well-oiled hinges. Beyond the door was a kitchen with a pale stone floor and walls reflecting the moonlight from the window. Each step echoed off the stones as they walked through the room. It felt empty in here, too.
He opened a door on the other side of the kitchen, revealing stairs that likely led to a cellar. He’d saved her life earlier; she’d have to trust he’d keep her safe now, too. She’d stick close to him.
Soren led her down the stairway. It turned sharply to the right once, twice. On the far wall a torch hung, shedding light over old, dusty barrels and bottles that likely hadn’t been touched in years.
“Through here,” he said, opening another wooden door, this one with wrought iron hinges and handles.
He gently pushed her through and guided her to the right, down a long corridor. Gray, bare walls seemed to continue on forever, interrupted by evenly spaced sconces. After only a dozen feet or so, he steered her sharply to his left into a corridor she hadn’t realized existed.
Her steps stuttered to a halt. Thick, richly colored tapestries bordered in red lined the walls, covering the stones. The scenes depicted battles, coronations, graceful ladies on horses, and knights jousting before castles. Soren urged her to move again, and she did, but slowly. There was too much to absorb.
She reached out, touched the tapestries. Soft, beneath her fingertips. Someone had taken very good care of them. The detail of the nearly eight foot tall masterpieces was impressive. She dropped her hand to avoid the narrow black and gold table between the tapestries, only to become lost in the rich red carpet covered in wispy, elegant white vines and buds. It was beautiful, like walking through a cozy castle.
Never would she have guessed a species only wakeful at night would appreciate such beauty and color. Of course, she hadn’t expected Soren to have an aversion to cars either. He wasn’t the vampire she’d assumed, but common sense told her she should fear him. He’d killed three men since she’d first seen him, and he was technically the only one who’d succeeded in harming her tonight. Somehow, that didn’t matter.
He cupped the back of her neck, his fingers gently climbing higher until they grazed her pulse. Gaze straight ahead, he matched his pace to her shorter stride.
His touch drifted over the spot where he’d bitten her, but it no longer hurt. In part she’d worn the turtleneck to cover what she’d assumed would be an obvious vampire bite, but there hadn’t been one. When she’d checked her neck in the crooked mirror hanging in Gustav’s bathroom, the wound had already healed. He hadn’t truly harmed her. Maybe that’s why she didn’t fear him.
The hallway ended, opening to a balcony rimmed with black, wrought iron fencing. A mass of thriving vegetation drew her closer, but the vision of clean blue water rippling gently beyond enthralled her.
“This is beautiful,” she sighed, headed for the railing.
“You have a lifetime to look at water. I have more important things to do right now.” He took her arm and steered her down yet another corridor, this one blue, royal, and plush.
Ahead of them a door opened, and a giant of a man stepped into the hallway. She moved back against Soren, allowing and expecting him to shelter her.
“Bareth,” Soren called.
The broad shouldered man only grunted as he strode heavily toward them.
Soren blocked Bareth’s escape. “I need a favor from you.”
“Oh, come on,” he protested.
“Five minutes. Just watch her,” Soren said, and then ducked through the doorway Bareth had exited.
“You suck,” the man grumbled, plopping down on a bench.
He’d left her. What the hell? She was alone in a strange place with a mountain of a man. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. He was larger than Soren, and probably stronger. That he’d sat down should have made him less intimidating. It did not.
Bareth lifted his arm, and she flinched. He merely rubbed his belly. Her nerves settled, but the simple movement had already kicked her heart rate up a notch, making her jumpy.
He studied her as well, and she took a step back. Suddenly, almost as if the man couldn’t think of anything else to do, he smiled. A lopsided, hesitant smile that showed his front teeth, including fangs.
“I…I think I need to sit down,” she said, her voice barely a whisper as she sank onto a long bench. It strangely resembled a church pew. How appropriate. She felt like praying.
Vampires. The word hadn’t really bothered her until Soren had left her alone with a man who might be a fair match for The Hulk. Now she had questions, and more than a few concerns. Were humans their only food source? Would she be passed to whoever needed blood? What if Soren let this man have her? How much blood would he need? Would someone always be sucking at her neck? No, that was ridiculous. Eventually she would be out of blood. Then she would be dead.
Despite the panic rising to choke her, the tears stinging her eyes, she held in her terror. She might not have anything or anyone to live for at the moment, but she certainly wasn’t ready to die.
Bareth sat in the pew opposite her, hands folded over his belly, head resting on the wall. He might be large and strong, but he didn’t look like he’d run far without becoming winded.
This could be her only opportunity to escape. Taking a deep breath, she stood, her legs