Desire After Dark (27 page)

Antonio nodded. He waited until Duncan was out of the room, and then he vanished into the night.

Vicki stood at her bedroom window, listening to the thunder that rolled across the sky. Now and then, lightning ripped through the clouds, illuminating the yard and the trees beyond. The sound of the rain was steady and soothing.

The nightmare was over. Dimitri Falco had been destroyed. Never again would he terrorize her or kill innocent women. A part of her was glad that she'd had a hand in defeating him. Another part was horrified by what had happened. She told herself he had been evil, beyond redemption, and yet she couldn't help feeling guilty that she had helped take a human life. Although, technically, he hadn't been a human man but a vampire. And he hadn't been alive, but Undead.

She pressed her hands to her throbbing temples. It was over and done. Dwelling on the ugliness of it wouldn't help.

She glanced at the door. She had expected Antonio to follow her to her room. Was he downstairs, waiting for her?

Going into the bathroom, she splashed cold water on her face, then took a couple of aspirin. She returned to her room, changed into her nightgown, and went to bed.

She left the light on, wondering if she would ever again feel comfortable sleeping in the dark now that she knew there were monsters prowling the night. But Falco was dead. Surely a little backwater town like Pear Blossom Creek wouldn't attract another one for a long time, if ever.

She was almost asleep when she realized she was no longer in bed alone. She would have run screaming out of the room if a strong arm hadn't circled her waist.

“Shh, my sweet one, it is only me.”

“Antonio.”

“Go to sleep, beloved. There is nothing for you to fear.”

She snuggled against him, all her anxiety forgotten now that he was there, holding her in his arms.

“I love you,” she murmured, and slid over the abyss into sleep.

There were no bad dreams that night.

 

Vicki woke with a smile on her face. Eyes still closed, she reached for Antonio, frowned when she realized she was alone in bed. Coming fully awake, she realized it was morning and he was gone.

Would he ever tell her where he rested during the day? After all they had been through together, did he honestly think she would betray his hiding place? Or was it that he didn't want her to see him when he was…what? Whatever it was, she preferred to think of it as sleeping.

Sitting up, she saw a note propped on the table beside the bed. She smiled when she recognized Antonio's handwriting.

Victoria—Duncan has gone back to Pear Blossom Creek. He said he would see you at the wedding. Gather your things and I will take you home tonight. Love, A.

Her smile faded as she reread his note. For all his talk about loving her, now that the danger was over, it seemed he couldn't wait to get rid of her.

Fighting tears, she made the bed, then packed her clothes. If he wanted her gone, then she would go.

Going downstairs, she went into the kitchen and fixed a cup of tea. She had no appetite for breakfast.

Lady Kathryn joined her at the breakfast table a few minutes later. “I do so miss a good cup of tea,” she said wistfully, then frowned. “Are you crying?”

“No,” Vicki said, sniffling, “of course not.”

“What's wrong, dear?”

“I'm going home tonight.”

Lady Kathryn smiled. “Ah, yes, I heard that that monstrous beast, Falco, had been destroyed. It was very brave, what you did.”

“It didn't feel brave.”

“Well, it was. I must say, I'm sorry to see you go. Perhaps you'll come back and visit again soon.”

“I'd like to, but I'm afraid that won't be possible.”

“What has that man done now?” Lady Kathryn asked indignantly.

“Nothing. He…He just doesn't want me.”

“Why, of course he does! Any fool can see that. He's just afraid, don't you know, afraid of loving you, afraid of losing you.”

“Losing me? Why should he lose me? I love him, too.”

“Time has no meaning to a vampire,” the ghost said. “But for a mortal…Well, think how hard it would be for him to watch you grow old while he stayed the same. And eventually…Well, he'd be alone again. Sometimes it's easier to do without something you love than to have it for a short time and then lose it, don't you see?”

“Yes, I guess so.”
Like must marry like
, Vicki thought, remembering what the ghost had told her before. It might be true, but it didn't make the hurt go away.

 

Antonio appeared at sundown. He looked incredibly sexy in a pair of tight black jeans and a black sweatshirt. Just looking at him make her heart race and her insides tingle. She wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of her life making him happy.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

She nodded, too close to tears to speak.

She closed her eyes when he put his arm around her. Once again, she experienced that sense of flying swiftly through the air, a sudden queasiness, like being seasick, followed by a familiar feeling of weightlessness, as if her soul had left her body behind.

The next thing she knew, she was standing in the middle of her living room. “I guess you'll be going now,” she said, blinking rapidly to keep from crying.

“The danger is past.”

“I don't want you to go.”

“Victoria…”

“I want you to stay.” The word
forever
hovered unspoken in the air between them. “Will you stay, at least for a little while?”

He nodded. Dragging it out would not make it easier for either of them, but he couldn't bear the sadness in her eyes. Another week, perhaps two. What harm could it do? She was young. Perhaps she would come to realize that what she felt for him was no more than infatuation for a creature unlike anything she had ever known. Perhaps when she realized how little she had in common with a vampire, it would make leaving her easier. If he was lucky, maybe she would ask him to leave.

She smiled when he agreed to stay. It warmed the cold places in his heart. He would do anything she wished just to see that smile.

Vicki glanced around her house. Except for a fine layer of dust on everything, the house looked the same as always. Odd, that it no longer felt like home.

“Oh!” she exclaimed. “My fish!” How could she have forgotten about them?

They were dead, of course. Looking at them, she burst into tears.

“Victoria.” Antonio had followed her into the den. Drawing her into his arms, he held her close. He knew she wasn't crying for the fish, at least not entirely. It was a natural reaction to everything she had been through in the past few weeks, a release of tension and fear and the horror of Falco's death.

He stroked her back, his whole body attuned to her every breath, her every heartbeat. The fragrance of her hair and skin teased his nostrils, the scent of her blood spoke to his hunger.

Gradually, her tears subsided and she stood, unmoving, in his arms, her cheek pillowed on his chest. Awareness sparked between them.

Antonio rested his chin on the top of her head. How long could he refuse to take what he so desperately wanted? How could he take her innocence knowing he was going to leave her?

He groaned low in his throat as his body warred with his conscience.

She leaned into him, her arms sliding up around his neck. “You want me,” she said, “I know you do.” Drawing his head down, she pressed her lips to his.

He crushed her body to his, his mouth devouring hers as if he could never get enough, as if he would never let her go. She was every dream he had refused to acknowledge, every hope for a future he could never have.

His hands caressed her, memorizing every soft, sweet curve, the silky-smooth texture of her hair, the line of her back, the way her body so perfectly molded itself to his.

He closed his eyes, imprinting the way her hands felt on his body as she began a slow exploration of her own, the way her breath caught in her throat when she felt his arousal, the way her tongue dueled with his.

“Antonio, please…”

He looked into her eyes, eyes filled with love and trust and yearning, and knew he would never be able to forgive himself if he took what she was offering. Making love to her, stealing her virginity, would prove he was as much a monster as Dimitri Falco, but instead of taking Victoria's life, he would be taking her innocence, something he had no right to take and nothing to give in return.

“Victoria, listen to me—”

“No! I don't want to hear it. Not now. Not ever.”

“There can be no future for us, sweeting. You must know that.”

“I don't believe that!” But there it was again, Lady Kathryn's voice telling her that like must marry like.

She opened her mouth to argue, but found herself unable to speak when his gaze caught and held hers.

“You will hear me,” he said. “I cannot be what you want or what you need. I cannot be a husband or a father. I cannot share your life, and you cannot share mine. In time you would come to hate me for the sacrifices you would have to make to stay with me. I told you before, a vampire's existence is a life against nature. I could not bear your hatred. I could not bear to watch you grow old, knowing I had cheated you of the chance to live a normal life, to have a family. I love you. You must never doubt that. I love you as I have never loved anyone else. I know I told you I would stay for a while, but I think it is best for both of us if I go now. Prolonging our good-bye will not make it easier for either of us.”

He kissed her then, pouring all his love and his longing into that one soul-deep kiss.

“I love you, Victoria Cavendish,” he said fervently. “Please forgive me.”

Unable to speak or to move, she could only stand there while tears dripped down her cheeks.

“
Buono notte
, my sweet one,” he whispered, and disappeared in a swirling gray mist.

Released from his spell, she sank down on the floor. Wrapping her arms around her waist, she rocked back and forth while silent tears rained down her cheeks.

He was gone, and she would never fall in love again.

 

She grieved for a week and then she pulled herself together and went back to work. Gus welcomed her with a bear hug and a smile, and after the first hour or so, it was as if she had never been away.

When people asked where she had been for so long, she shrugged and said she had been on a much-needed vacation.

Bobbie Sue was glowing with happiness, eager to show Vicki her engagement ring, properly outraged at the way Antonio had behaved.

“I can't believe he would just leave you like that!” Bobbie Sue said during one of their breaks. “I mean, really, after all you did for him! Why, you saved his life, the ungrateful…man!”

“Oh, Bobbie Sue,” Vicki had said, fighting tears. “If he'd been a man, he'd still be here.”

It stormed on Thanksgiving, reminding Vicki of the night she had first seen Antonio. But then, it seemed that everything reminded her of Antonio.

Bobbie Sue had invited Vicki to have dinner at her house, but it was too painful to be around Bobbie Sue and Tom, to see how happy they were together.

Instead, Vicki spent the holiday with Mrs. Heath. The older woman listened intently as Vicki told her everything that had happened since she left Pear Blossom Creek.

“He's dead,” Mrs. Heath exclaimed softly. “I can scarcely believe it. Do you know what this means? It means I don't have to be afraid anymore. I can sit outside at night and watch the fireflies. Bless you, child!”

 

Time passed. Days turned to weeks. Christmas came and Vicki went to visit her mother and her sister for a few days, but she was glad to get back home, glad to get back to work.

She accepted a date with Arnie for New Year's Eve and they went to a party at Bobbie Sue's house. She tried to have a good time. She danced with Arnie and laughed at his jokes; she even let him take her outside, where they stood in the shadows and necked like a couple of teenagers, but her heart wasn't in it. His kisses, while pleasant, didn't make her heart pound or send her blood racing.

With a sigh, he let her go. “I keep hoping I can light some sparks between us,” he said glumly. “But I guess the fire's just on my side.”

“I'm sorry, Arnie, really I am, but…”

“It's that guy, isn't it? That stranger that was hanging around for a while?”

She nodded, afraid to mention Antonio's name for fear she would burst into tears.

“Well, you can't blame a guy for tryin' one more time,” Arnie said with a wistful smile. “But if you've got it bad for the guy, why didn't you let him know?”

“I did, but we had a few problems we couldn't work out.”

“I'm sorry, Vicki. If there's anything I can do to help…?”