Be Still My Vampire (8 page)

Emma dropped the crate onAustin ’s sofa, then took the sack of silver goodies into his bedroom. She studied the room. Yes, this would work nicely. She’d put some fresh sheets on the bed, and after sunrise, she’d go back to her apartment for her laptop and some clothes. Some sexy clothes.

She headed back through the living room to the kitchen, where she found a knife to pry open the crate.

Good night, Emma. Sleep well.

With a gasp, she fumbled the knife on the countertop.Angus. She grasped the knife in her fist and whirled around. The room was empty. Of course it was. The voice hadn’t been close by. It had been inside her head.

She poured psychic energy into a wall of defense. How dare he enter her mind like that? She knew it was him. The voice had kept all the qualities of Angus’s voice. The deep, masculine tone, the soft lilt of his accent.

How had he managed the connection across town? Unless…

She dashed to the living room window and peeked through the blinds at the street below. A few pedestrians were out, but no men in kilts. She closed the blinds. Had he somehow discovered her whereabouts? She ran to the front door, flipped the locks, and looked outside.

Two blond women were teetering down the hallway, jabbering and laughing. The taller one wore brown and turquoise; the shorter one, pink and silver. They stopped a few doors down. The taller one struggled to get her key into the lock.

Emma stepped into the hall to peer around the women. She hid the knife behind her back to keep from alarming them. The hallway was empty.

The taller blonde dropped her key on the floor. “Shit!” She leaned over to pick it up and tumbled onto her face.

The shorter one giggled. “God, Lindsey, you’re so smashed.”

Lindsey stood and smoothed down her brown mini-skirt. “I am not smashed. I’m totally hammered.”

With a shake of her head, Emma headed back intoAustin ’s apartment.

“Let me try.” The shorter blonde pushed Lindsey aside to unlock their door.

Lindsey careened into the opposite wall, then spotted Emma. “What areyou doing? Isn’t thatAustin ’s apartment?”

“Yes. He’s out of town, so I’m house-sitting for him. We’re good friends.” Emma started to close the door.

“Wait!” Lindsey lurched toward her. “You can’t be his girlfriend. We know aboutAustin .”

Emma hesitated.

“We knowAustin ’s secret,” the shorter one announced in a singsong voice.

They knew he’d been a spy for the CIA? “What exactly do you know?”

“We know he might as well come out of the closet.” Lindsey snickered. “Right, Tina?”

“I know, right?” Tina gave Emma a doubtful look. “You can’t be much of a friend if you didn’t know he’s gay.”

Emma’s mouth dropped open. Why on earth wouldAustin tell these women he was gay? Unless… “Did either of you make a pass at him?”

Lindsey snorted. “Well, duh! The guy’s totally hot.”

“I tried a jillion times to get him to come inside.” Tina flipped her pink-streaked hair over her shoulder. “He always had some kind of excuse, like his iron was on.”

Lindsey scoffed. “That is so rude.”

Emma knewAustin wasn’t gay. The guy had snapped a hundred photos of a girl he was lusting for. “I’m afraid you’re mistaken about him.”

“’Fraid not!” Lindsey yelled. “We have proof. We met his boyfriend.”

“Yeah, he was a total poser,” Tina boasted. “He’s not even Irish.”

“Yeah,” Lindsey added. “His fake accent and little skirt couldn’t fool us.”

Emma caught her breath. “There was a man downstairs with an accent, wearing a skirt? Was he tall with incredibly broad shoulders, a gorgeous face with green eyes, and long auburn hair?”

“Sheesh, don’t get all worked up.” Tina rolled her eyes. “The guy won’t be interested in you. He even had a purse.”

“Yeah.” Lindsey nodded. “Like that’s a clue.”

Emma squeezed the knife in her fist. “He was downstairs in the lobby? Just now?”

“Yeah, we just saw him.” Tina scratched at her pink highlights. “He kept talking aboutAustin .”

“And he wouldn’t come upstairs with us,” Lindsey mumbled. “Anyone who refuses us has got to be gay.”

“I know, right?” Tina nodded seriously. “’Cause we’re so totally hot.”

Emma took a deep breath. Angus had been downstairs. He knew where she was. “Good night, ladies.” She shut the door and bolted the locks. Shit. A hell of a lot of good these locks would do. Angus could teleport inside whenever he wanted to.

Why hadn’t he? Why was he leaving her alone? She strode to the sofa and pried open the crate of stakes. Damn that Angus MacKay! He could invade the apartment or her mind whenever he damned well pleased.

And if that wasn’t bad enough, there was a part of her that actuallyliked the fact that he’d gone to the trouble to track her down. He was interested in her, not the blond bimbos in the hall who’d tried to pick him up. Did this mean he never took advantage of mortal women for a little nibble? Did he only take his meals from a bottle like he said? Good heavens, she was starting to believe him.

Just the fact that she was flattered by his attention was a major disaster. He was sneaking into her confidence. He was trying to burrow into her heart. Dammit, no one was allowed there.

The only way to get rid of him was to kill him. And if part of her objected to that, then it just made her decision more imperative. He had to go. He had to die before he weaseled his way into her heart.

Quickly she stashed stakes around the apartment so she could access them easily. She made up the bed and placed the silver handcuffs and chains under her pillow. She stripped down to her bra and panties and lounged on the bed, waiting. Whether he came tonight or tomorrow night, it didn’t matter.

She was ready for him, and he would die.

Emma woke with a start and glanced at the bedside clock. It was almost noon. Sometime, close to dawn, she’d fallen asleep. And Angus hadn’t come.

She threw her clothes on and jogged to her apartment inSoHo . She ate a quick breakfast, took a quick shower, then packed some clothes to take back toAustin ’s place. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much in the realm of sexy. Her clothes tended to be practical and comfortable, clothes she could fight in. She’d never played the seductress before. Where did you hide a stake if you were wearing nothing but lacy underwear?

She ended up tossing all her lingerie into the suitcase. She could figure out the sexy outfit later. She wheeled her suitcase into the tiny living room.

Half a dozen stakes remained on the coffee table. Angus had left them alone. She settled on the loveseat in front of her laptop. Since it was Sunday, she didn’t expect many e-mails. Actually, she never had many. It was hard to maintain friendships when so much of her life was secret. She clicked on the inbox and saw one message that had been sent at four-forty-three A.M. From Angus MacKay.

Her heart took a little leap, but she quickly squelched it. Of course she found the man exciting. She was planning to kill him tonight. She took a deep breath.Correction . She was planning to seduce him, then kill him.

She’d never done anything so blatant before, but she felt sure Angus would do his part. He’d gotten an erection just lying next to her in the park. He was probably well experienced when it came to sex. Centuries of leaving the ladiesverra satisfied . Not that she would ever know. She wasn’t going to let it get out of hand.

She opened his message.

Dear Emma, I was sorry to miss you. I was tempted to take your laptop since it might be filled with interesting information, and obtaining information is what I do. I declined, though, in hopes that you will realize I am trustworthy.

Emma snorted. A trustworthy vampire?

I know where you are. I will meet you at Austin Erickson’s apartment Sunday night at eight. I will not harm you. I simply want to talk.

What on earth was there to talk about? Obviously, he wanted her to stop slaying. He claimed to be worried about her safety, but she suspected he was more worried about the safety of his vampire buddies. How far was he prepared to go to stop her? If she refused to stop, would he try to kill her? She almost wished he would. It would justify her plan to kill him.

And yet he claimed he meant her no harm. He’d clearly refrained from hurting her in the park. He’d refrained from attacking her last night inAustin ’s apartment. He claimed to drink blood from a bottle, and she’d seen him drink from a flask.

Emma closed her eyes and rubbed them. This was wishful thinking. She was attracted to him. She enjoyed talking to him, looking at him. She liked indulging in a fantasy of the brave, heroic warrior. And if he wore a kilt, so much the better.

But that’s all it was. A fantasy. The reality was he’d existed for centuries by preying on innocent mortals. It was about time the tables were turned, and an innocent mortal preyed on him.

She leaned forward and typed him a message.

I’ll be ready. Wear something sexy.

She held her breath and pushedSend .

There, it was done. She glanced at the computer clock. Three P.M. In little more than five hours, Angus MacKay would be dead.

He had worn something sexy.

Emma had been in the bathroom, applying a darker shade of lipstick than she normally wore, when she heard him call out to her from the living room. She fluffed up her hair, wished herself good luck in the mirror, and rushed into the bedroom. A quick glance at the bedside clock confirmed it was eight P.M. He was right on time.

She’d left the bedroom door slightly ajar, and she peered into the living room. Her mouth dropped open. No kilt, no sporran. He was wearing black jeans, a tight black T-shirt, and a black duster—all sexy. His long auburn hair was tied back with a black leather cord. Her heart squeezed in her chest. Oh God, why couldn’t he be human? Over five hundred years old. They just didn’t make men like this anymore.

She swung the door open, and he turned to look at her. His gaze lowered, taking in her short silk bathrobe. When his eyes returned to hers, she could see the heat sizzling to life. So far, so good.

“I’m running a bit behind. I still need to get dressed.” She raised her arms to prop them against the door and doorjamb. His expression remained the same. She glanced down. Shoot. She’d practiced this maneuver a dozen times in front of the mirror. Her robe was belted loosely so when she raised her arms, it was supposed to come undone and accidentally cause her robe to fall open. But no, the robe had remained closed.

“Ye look fine to me.” He motioned to the leather sofa. “Have a seat and we’ll talk.”

She forced a smile. What a mess. The trap was in the bedroom. “I—I need to get dressed. I’m practically naked.”

The corner of his mouth lifted. “I doona object.” He gestured toward the couch once more. “I’ll be a gentleman.”

She gritted her teeth. What was she supposed to do now? Yell at him,You’re my love slave, get in the bedroom now! “I’m uh, really thirsty. Could you bring me a bottle of water from the fridge?”

She didn’t wait to see how he would react to that. She turned and strode into the bedroom. She stopped in front of the bed and gripped the cast-iron railing of the bed’s footboard. Shit. She was a lousy seductress. It just seemed wrong, somehow. Dishonest. She’d been trained, though, in her counter-terrorism classes, to expect one’s hands to get dirty when fighting evil. The problem was, she hadn’t seen any real proof that Angus was evil other than his status as a vampire.

She’d caught the other vampires in the act of raping and feeding. Angus had done nothing but ask to talk to her. Was his status as a vampire enough to warrant his execution? A few days ago she would have said yes. Now she wasn’t sure.

“Ye wanted this?” he asked softly.

She whirled around to face him. His eyes widened.

She glanced down. Brilliant. Now her robe decided to fall open. Her lacy black panties and bra didn’t conceal much. “Thank you.” She stepped forward with her arm extended.

He placed the water bottle in her hand, then gazed around the room.

He suspected something, she could tell. She unscrewed the top of the bottle and took a quick gulp. “I’d offer you something to drink, too—” She winced. “Actually, no, I wouldn’t.”

His mouth twitched. “That’s all right. I drank quite a bit before coming.”

“Is it true then? You drink all your meals from a bottle?”

“Aye.” His gaze drifted south and lingered. “I no longer have to seduce a woman for food. I only make love when I truly wish to.” His eyes met hers, and the heat was unmistakable.

She ignored the tingling sensation sweeping over her skin. “And you no longer use mind control to get what you want?”

“I try not to.”

She took another gulp of water. “I don’t believe you. You invaded my mind last night.”

“I did?” He looked doubtful. “I doona remember that.”

“You did.” She lifted her chin. “I cannot allow such a threat to continue.”

“I threatened you? What did I say?”

“You… you wished me good night.”

His mouth curled up. “Och, how insulting of me.”

“That’s not the point. You entered my mind without my permission.”

“I dinna try to. Believe me, ye would know if I tried. Ye’d feel a blast of cold air tunneling between yer eyes. Did ye feel that last night?”

“No. But why should I believe you?”

He frowned. “Verra well. I’ll show you.”

A swoosh of frigid air blew toward her with enough power to knock her back a step into the footboard. She immediately strengthened her wall of defense, but still, she could feel his presence, swirling about her, seeking entrance, powerful yet restrained. A terrible suspicion crept into her thoughts. If he unleashed his full power, she might not have enough strength to withstand it. “That’s enough!”

The swirling stopped. The cold dissipated.

He tilted his head, studying her. “Did ye feel that last night before I wished ye good night?”

She inhaled deeply and let it out. “No, I didn’t.” There was no mistaking a true psychic assault from him.

“There’s only one explanation. I wasna broadcasting my thoughts, but ye picked them up. Ye’re a powerful receiver.”

She already knew that. She’d caught her father’s last minutes inMoscow , even though she was inEdinburgh . The memory hit her like a punch to the gut. She’d seen her mother murdered through her father’s eyes. Heard her father’s last words before dying.Avenge us.

Angus stepped toward her. “Are ye all right?”

“I—no.” She turned her back to him so he couldn’t see the pain in her eyes. She skirted the bed and set the water bottle on the bedside table. Her father’s dying words kept echoing in her head. She had to do this. She had to kill Angus MacKay.

“I should leave ye alone.”

She glanced up to see Angus watching her with a confused look. He could probably tell she was upset about something. “I’d like to talk, if you don’t mind.” She sat on the bed, close to her pillow, and turned to face him. Her robe fell open as she rested one bent leg on the bed in front of her.

His jaw shifted. Heat blazed in his eyes as he approached her. “Are ye trying to get me in yer bed, Miss Wallace?”

Her pulse quickened. “I thought we could talk, maybe get better acquainted.”

He paused beside the bed, frowning. “Ye hate vampires with a passion. They murdered yer parents, and ye’ve been seeking revenge ever since.”

“I call it justice.” She closed her eyes and rubbed her brow. Shit. She should have known he’d see through this.

“If it helps, I can tell ye that I’m having my operative inMoscow investigate the matter.”

She lowered her hand. “You are? You’d do that for me?”

“I want to know who’s responsible.”

She stood. “Thank you. I have tried and tried to find out, using my resources in MI6, but they don’t know about vampires, so there was no information.”

“I’ll do what I can to help ye find the culprits. I’m hoping once ye’ve had justice, ye can stop the slaying.”

She blinked. Stop slaying?

He tilted his head, studying her. “Can ye stop, Emma?”

She sat on the bed. How could she stop when vampires were killing night after night? Didn’t the other innocent victims deserve as much justice as her parents?

Angus sat beside her. “Ye have to stop. ’Tis suicidal to keep attacking an enemy who is stronger and faster than ye are.”

“I’ve done all right so far.”

“Ye canna catch them by surprise any longer. They’ll start hunting for ye in groups. Ye canna survive if several attack ye at once.”

She clutched the comforter in her fist. “What if you never find the ones who murdered my parents? You think I should just give up?”

He gave her a stern look. “Aye. Ye must.”

Rage simmered inside her. “And I should just let those monsters feed off people? Rape women? Murder the innocent?”

“Leave vampire justice to Vamps like me. I’m much more capable than you.”

“You think you’re so much tougher than me?” Emma slammed her hands against his shoulders and knocked him back onto the bed. She jumped on him, straddling his lap.

“Emma, what are ye doing?” He started to sit up, but she shoved him down, pinning his shoulders onto the bed.

His mouth curled. “Ye like to be on top? Ye only needed to say so.”

She ignored him as she reached under her pillow for the silver handcuffs. They were sideways on the bed, so she couldn’t lock his hands over the headboard like she had hoped. No matter.

“Is that silver?” he muttered.

She snapped a handcuff around his wrist. She grabbed his other arm to bring his hands together. Just as she clicked on the second handcuff, she heard him inhale with a hissing breath. A burning smell wrinkled her nose, and she glanced at the first wrist she’d imprisoned. The silver was sizzling against his bare skin, cooking the raw flesh into ugly red welts.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” She tugged the sleeve of his duster underneath the handcuff to insulate his wrist. His other wrist was safe, the silver wrapped around his sleeve.

“Thank ye.”

She detected anger and pain in his sharp green eyes, although his voice remained soft and calm. In fact, he seemed very calm for a man who was being restrained. Maybe the silver was sapping his strength like kryptonite.

“I’m no’ verra experienced with such games, but shouldna ye be wearing a black leather corset and high-heeled boots? And ye forgot yer whip.”

“This is not kinky sex, and you know it.”

The corner of his mouth tilted. “It should be. Will ye no’ honor a dying man’s last wish?”

She snorted and whipped the silver chain from under her pillow.

He smiled slowly. “Yer idea of foreplay is killing me.”

Unbelievable. She was getting ready to kill him, and he was amused? She crouched on the floor where his feet were dangling off the bed and wrapped the silver chain around his ankles. With his legs restrained, she stood, her legs straddling his knees. “Still think you’re tougher than me?”

With a blur of speed, he sat up, looped his handcuffed wrists around the back of her neck, and pulled her forward. He fell back onto the bed, taking her with him.

Her nose bumped into his hard chest. “Oof.” She breathed in the scent of cotton and soap. He smelled good and felt warm.

“Now this is more like it.” His hands cradled the back of her head. “’Twould be grand if ye could work yer way down about ten inches.”

She jerked her head up, but was stopped by his hands. She could only rest her chin on his chest while she glared at him. “Let go of me.”

“Uncuff me.”

“No.”

His mouth twitched. “Unzip me?”

“No!”

“Emma.” His expression grew serious. “If ye really want to kill me, aim for the heart. Put yer ear to my chest so ye can hear it.”

She scowled at him. “You can’t have a heartbeat. You’re dead.”

“Listen and find out.”

“No.” She caught his arms and pulled them over her head. He didn’t struggle. She grabbed the stake from under her pillow and straddled his lap.