Embrace the Twilight (5 page)

Will saw the flash of pain in Sarafina's eyes, even as Andre said, “Just in case, love. I wouldn't wish to share this illness with you.”

“I told you, I'm not ill!” She stepped quickly, moving past him, toward the fire that burned and danced in the middle of the encampment. “What of Belinda?” she asked the man who caught up and fell into step beside her.

“We buried her this morning, with most of her possessions. We burned the rest with her wagon. I wanted to wake you, but Gervaise commanded we let you rest. He, too, believes you to be ill.”

“I keep telling you, I'm fine. What of Melina? How is she this evening?”

Andre shook his head slowly. “She's in mourning. We did manage to get her to eat some dinner, but very little. Speaking of which…” He picked up his pace, hurrying ahead of her to the fire and fetching a cloth-covered bowl that rested on a rock beside the flames. Bringing it back to Sarafina, he motioned her to take a seat on a nearby log, and when she did, he set the very warm bowl in her lap. “You should eat. You haven't had a thing since last evening's meal, and you look pale and faint.”

She smiled up at him. Her eyes were warm with gratitude, and when she smiled like that, really meaning it, she was the most beautiful creature Will had ever seen. It took too little to make her beam like the sun. Just the slightest consideration from this unworthy man she thought she loved and she became luminous.

She looked at the stew, and her stomach rumbled in hunger as she removed the cloth and picked up the spoon. “Oh, Andre, it was so thoughtful of you to save this for me. Thank you.” She took a bite, then another.

“It wasn't me, though it ought to have been.”

“No?” She ate more. Her appetite seemed ravenous.

“Hmm, perhaps I should keep my counsel and let you give the credit to me.” He smiled at her, stroked her hair as she scooped bite after bite into her mouth. “Actually it was your sister who saved the stew for you.”

Sarafina stopped with the spoon halfway to her mouth. Will felt his heart jump in his chest. “My sister?”

“Gervaise has commanded she make peace with you,” Andre said. “I think she wishes to try.”

Sarafina stared down into the bowl. Only a small bit of gravy and a potato wedge remained. She dropped the spoon she was holding. “My sister means me harm,” she said softly.

Andre frowned at her. “Nonsense.”

“No, it's true. I was told—I was warned not to trust her.”

“Warned? By whom?”

“I don't know…a spirit. He…it came to me last night, and it told me not to trust her. That she would betray me.” She blinked her eyes slowly.

Oh, God, the stew, Will thought.

“She put something into the food, Andre. I feel…so…”

She got to her feet, pressing a hand to her head, stumbling. Andre was beside her immediately, holding her shoulders to support her. Frightened, she lifted her head, looking around the camp. “Where is everyone? Why is the camp so empty?”

“They went to hunt the vampire,” Andre explained. “I stayed behind to take care of you.”

“You alone?” she whispered, collapsing against him, but still staring up, trustingly, into his eyes.

“No. I—and your sister.” He smiled gently at her, stroked her hair away from her face. “Foolish Sarafina. It's Katerina I love. It's always been her. Now she'll have all that belonged to you, including your status in the tribe. She alone will be
Shuvani.
The most respected woman in the clan. And as her husband, I will be chief when Gervaise is gone.”

“You…love Katerina?”

“I was going to marry you only to ensure my status. Everyone knows you're more gifted than she. Wealthier, more talented.”

“But—”

“We'll comfort one another in our grief for a time. It will seem only natural when we come together.”

“But, Andre, I love you.”

“Go to sleep, Sarafina. May you never wake again.”

Will's rage against the man rose up inside him, but it was an impotent force. He couldn't direct it. He couldn't harm the man, though he howled and cursed him, even swung his fists at him. There was nothing—
nothing
—he could do to save Sarafina.

She slumped backward, and Andre scooped her up into his arms. Then Katerina came forward from the lengthening shadows, smiling. She picked up an unlit torch, and ignited it from the central fire. “This way,” she said. “Bring her.”

Will followed. God, he had to stop this somehow. But how? What could he do? Sarafina had seen him, heard his warnings. Even taken them to heart, though she'd tried to deny it. He knew that now. But she hadn't known about Andre's betrayal. If only he could have warned her about that. And now he was helpless, able to do nothing more than watch as Andre carried her deeper into the forest and, finally, through the mouth of a small cave.

Will did not want to go inside that cave. Everything in him rebelled against the notion. He vaguely remembered having only just escaped a cave, a larger one, but a cave all the same.

Still, he bucked up and followed them in. Deeper and deeper they went, until he heard a trickle of water and saw the flicker of Katerina's torchlight in the distance. As they rounded a curve, he saw an underground stream, meandering through the depths of this underworld.

“There, on that boulder,” Katerina said. “Lay her there.”

Andre did so.

Katerina thrust the torch into a chink in the wall, then leaned over her sister, tugging the green velvet robe off her, nearly tumbling Sarafina's limp body to the floor in the process. “This was our mother's robe. How the little whelp ever got her hands on it is beyond me.” She took the robe away, dropping it to the floor, only to bend over Sarafina again. This time chains rang in the silence, echoing from the stone walls. They seemed to be embedded in the very granite, and Katerina affixed their manacled ends around her sister's wrists, then stepped aside to let Andre insert the bolts that would hold them closed. Fina's arms were held apart. She would be unable to reach one wrist with the other hand to free it.

Scooping up the green robe like a prize, Katerina gave one last look at her sister, drugged and helpless. “Burn in hell with your demon friend,” she whispered. Then she spat on her and ran from the cave, with her lapdog, Andre, right behind her.

Will stood over the beautiful Sarafina, tears burning in his eyes. He tried to free her, but his hands moved through the chains. He tried to rouse her, to speak to her, but she was unmovable. He tried everything he knew to help her, and he failed.

Sometime later—Will had no idea how long, and he wondered if he had again drifted with her into sleep—she opened her eyes. She blinked in the torch-lit darkness and tried to take stock. Her back was arched over the boulder, her head lower than her chest. She was chilled to the marrow, but she lifted her head and tried to see in the darkness. Will experienced every thought, every feeling, that she did. She heard the trickle of water that echoed endlessly. She tried to sit up, and only then did she feel the tug and hear the clatter of the chains at her wrists.

Fear jolted her fully awake, and she tugged at the chains but only succeeded in hurting her wrists.

“I'm sorry,” Will told her. “I'm here. I'm with you. I won't leave you, but I'm afraid I can't help you. I'm so sorry.”

She went very still, as if listening. “My spirit? My beloved spirit, are you here?”

“I'm here!” he shouted.

“You have to help me. Spirit, help me!”

He felt tears burning in his eyes as he whispered, “I can't. I'm sorry, I can't.”

Suddenly she realized there was a dark presence standing over her. A shadow had emerged from the very darkness, keeping well away from the light painted by the torch a few yards away.

She gasped as a hand, cold and hard, came to her face, fingertips tracing the line of her jaw even as she turned her head aside.

“Your sister has betrayed you, Sarafina. But I never will,” a voice said.

Will knew that voice. The vampire.

“Who are you? What do you want of me?”

“I mean you no harm. In fact, I come to save you.”

Liar,
Will thought.

“Then loose these chains from my wrists and help me find my way back to my family.”

“Not just yet. First, there are things you must know. I will free you when you've heard them all.”

“Free me now, and I'll stay and listen.”

“You'll bolt.”

She almost began to cry. Will could feel the tears brimming in her eyes, the fear bubbling in her chest. But he could also feel the supreme control she exercised over those things. She thought she could fool the beast, pretend not to fear it and gain some kind of an advantage. “At least grant me some light,” she said, forcing her voice not to tremble, “so that I can see you.”

The vampire grunted, then moved around her, until he stood in the pool of light. She looked at him, and so did Will.

He was big, oversize really. Heavy, but not fat. His build reminded Will of that of a professional wrestler. He was exceedingly pale, but with eyes and hair as dark as those of a Rom. He looked back at Sarafina, and she realized at last that she wore very little. Only her white shift.

“Tell me these secrets of yours and then let me go,” she commanded, but her voice was shaking in spite of her efforts not to let it. His size alone was enough to terrify anyone.

The vampire nodded. “First I will tell you what you already know. You grow weaker all the time. You have spells of dizziness. Sometimes you faint. You sleep more and more, especially by day. And you are often cold, no matter how warm the sun may be or how many blankets you wrap around you.”

She blinked in surprise. “How do you know these things?” she asked. “How
can
you know them?”

“Because it is always the way with The Chosen.”

“The Chosen?”

“That is what we call those few, rare mortals who share some inexplicable bond with us. Only they can become as we are. We always know them, watch over them, protect them if we can. That is why I've followed your band. To protect you, because you are one of The Chosen.”

She blinked very slowly. “What are you, exactly?”

“My name is Bartrone,” he said. “I am a vampire.”

She moved reflexively, and Will knew she would have made some protective magical sign if she could have moved her arms. But all she managed was a spasmlike tug on the chains.

“Please, do not be afraid. You're dying, Sarafina. Your mortal life is slipping away. The symptoms you've been feeling are proof enough of that. The Chosen always die young. You can let it go on and die alone, or you can let me share my gift with you and become what I am. Become…my friend and companion.”

No,
Will thought.
Never!

“No. No, you're a demon, a killer. You murder the innocent. I'll never be like you!”

“Hardly innocent,” Bartrone said softly. “Your precious Belinda had grown tired of caring for her aging mother. She was poisoning her.”

Sarafina went very still there in the darkness. “P-poisoning?”

“Had you not noticed the old woman's health beginning to fail?”

“Yes, but…”

“I've only removed the dregs from your band, Sarafina. Those who dearly needed killing, though I should have seen your sister for what she was and taken her long ago. I'm sorry I allowed her to betray you this way.”

“What way?”

He lowered his head. “Please—do not pretend you don't know. You know about her and Andre. You must know.”

She looked away from him, tears pooling in her eyes as her mind replayed her final conversation with the man she'd thought she would wed. Will ached for her.

“He planned to marry you only because you were the wealthier of the two, and because he knew your gifts far surpassed those of your sister. Yet by night, he and Katerina slip into the forest, where they copulate on the ground or standing up against the trees, or on hands and knees, like animals. I've watched them. I've seen it all.”

“You lie,” she whispered, though she could barely speak. Will knew she believed every word the monster said.

“It doesn't matter. You can't go back there.”

“I can. I must. Let me go.” Again she jerked and tugged at the chains.

The vampire leaned over her, stared into her eyes as he lowered his body atop hers and clasped her wrists with his hands. “You can't go back. My life has become unbearably lonely. You'll only die, Sarafina, unless you accept the gift. And I'm afraid I have no inclination to give you a choice in the matter.”

Releasing her hands, he cupped her face, turned her head to one side and moved her hair out of the way. Will attacked him, but his blows were like air. Holding her that way, the vampire pressed his mouth to Sarafina's throat, and bit down hard, without mercy. His fangs stabbed deep into her neck—Will felt the pain she felt—and then the creature suckled her there, drinking her very lifeblood as she slowly faded into him.