Immortal Sins (17 page)

She hated the fact that she felt guilty when there was no reason for it.

“Did you want something, Ana?” Rourke asked, his arms still holding Karinna close.

Ana Luisa stared at Rourke, her hurt a palpable thing, and then, with a harsh cry, she turned and ran out of the room.

Rourke swore softly, but he didn’t let go of Karinna.

“Maybe you should go after her,” Kari suggested.

“I would rather be here, with you.”

His words pleased her more than they should have. She didn’t want him to go, didn’t want him looking after another woman, but Ana Luisa was very young. Not only that, but it was obvious she was in love with Rourke, or thought she was.

“You should go after her,” Kari said again. “She’s young and in a strange place, and you’re the only person she knows.” Kari took a deep breath before adding, “She needs you.”

Rourke’s gaze burned into hers. “What about your needs?”

Kari slipped out of his embrace and gave him a little push toward the living room. “I can wait. She needs you now.”

Cupping her chin in his palm, Rourke kissed her gently, then left the room.

Feeling dazed by his kisses and confused by their relationship, Kari stared after him. She was sorely afraid she had fallen in love with him, and equally afraid it would only end in misery. After all, what kind of life could a mortal and a vampire have together? She was a day person; he lived by night. She would age and die; he had already lived for 767 years, with no end in sight. She liked eating food and getting a tan in the summer and taking early morning walks, none of which they could enjoy doing together.

With a sigh, she went into her office and booted up her computer, determined to get a little work done. Work, she thought. How was she going to go back to work on Monday and leave Ana Luisa in the house alone? Maybe she should take another week off. She stared at the blinking cursor, but it wasn’t work on her mind. Instead, she found herself wondering what Rourke was saying to the wizard’s daughter.

Rourke found Ana Luisa sitting on the sofa in the living room. To his dismay, she was crying softly. Feeling like the worst kind of cad, he sat beside her and gathered her into his arms. She didn’t protest, merely laid her cheek against his chest and sobbed all the harder. Karinna was right. Ana was young, so young. He couldn’t turn his back on her now when she had no one else to turn to, no where else to go.

“Ana Luisa…”

“I thought you loved me.”

“I never said that.”

“But I thought…we made love.”

“It was wrong. I took advantage of you, and I am sorry.”

She sniffed. “If you do not love me, why did you come after me? Why did you bring me here?”

“Would you rather I had left you where you were?”

“No.” Moving out of his arms, she wiped her tears away with her fingertips.

“I know how you’re feeling,” Rourke said gently. “Everything is strange here, but I promise you that, in time, you will come to like it.”

“I do not know anyone but you.” She made a vague gesture with one hand. “And Karinna.”

“I am working on it.”

She looked up at him, her expression puzzled. “Working on what? I do not understand.”

Rourke grinned. He had only been here a few weeks and he was already picking up the local slang. “Do not worry, Ana Luisa. Everything will work out,” he said, and hoped he was telling the truth.

After Rourke left the room, Ana Luisa stared at the moving images on the strange rectangular box called a TV. Karinna had tried to explain the moving images to her, saying that some of the things she saw on the box were like plays and some, like news programs, were events actually happening around the world while she watched. It was all so confusing. She hadn’t been happy trapped in that horrid painting, but she wasn’t any happier here, in this strange place and time. She didn’t belong in this new world, and she never would.

She wondered where her father was. He would know that she had been freed from the prison he had made. Was he looking for her, even now? What would he do to her, to Jason, if he found them together? She shuddered at the thought of facing her father’s wrath again, and yet, who else could she turn to now that Jason no longer wanted her?

Rising, she made her way to the front door, then hesitated with her hand on the doorknob. Was she being foolish to go outside alone? With a shake of her head, she squared her shoulders and opened the door. Even though she hadn’t practiced her craft in centuries, she was still a witch. She could take care of herself.

After leaving the house, she turned left at the edge of the yard and continued walking. It was a lovely night, cool and clear. There was no manure in the road; the air didn’t stink of sheep and goats.

She passed one house after another, thinking how nice and clean everything was. Sometimes she could see people through the windows. Grass grew in neat, well-tended plots. There were beds of flowers, and trees in all shapes and sizes. How different life was here, in this place, from what she was used to. There were no fields here, no sheep, no cows, no horses or goats or chickens, only dogs that barked at her as she passed by.

Those strange moving vehicles called cars moved past her from time to time. Riding in one had frightened her more than she had let Jason or Karinna know. The noise, the sense of having no control over the metal monster, the peculiar smell. Given her druthers, she would rather ride a horse.

Lost in thought, she paid little attention to her surroundings until she found herself on a dark street. There were no houses here, only buildings with broken windows and sagging doors. A shiver of fear ran down her spine. Though she was not familiar with this time or place, she knew that she was in danger here. Why had she been so foolish as to venture out at night, alone?

Chiding herself for her stupidity, she turned on her heel and quickly started back the other way. She glanced over her shoulder time and again, discomfited by the horrible sensation that she was being watched. A gasp escaped her lips when she ran into something. Something that reached out to steady her.

Something that turned out to be a stocky young man with short sandy-colored hair and shaggy brows.

He studied her through pale hazel eyes, and then a slow smile spread over his face. “Well, well,” he drawled, “what do we have here?”

Ana Luisa took a step backward. Her first instinct was to run, but something told her that would be a very bad idea. Squaring her shoulders, she murmured, “Excuse me,” and walked past him with her head held high.

His laughter rang in her ears like the tolling of a death knell, sending shivers of dread down her spine.

She ran then, like a frightened rabbit fleeing from a hungry fox, but it was no use. There was no place to go, no place to hide.

He caught her quickly, his hand closing around her forearm in a grip like iron. “Here, now, little lady, not so fast.”

“Unhand me, sir!” she cried, trying to wrest her arm from his grasp.

“Sir?” He arched a brow at her. “I like the sound of that.”

“Please, let me go.”

“Not until I know your name.”

“Ana Luisa. May I go now?”

“Oh, I don’t think so. Not until you’ve paid the toll.”

“What is that?” she asked suspiciously.

“A kiss and a taste.”

“A taste of what?”

He smiled at her. Even in the darkness, she could see the milk-white gleam of his fangs. She tried to summon her magic, but her mind went blank as fear’s icy hand coiled around her insides.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, tightening his hold on her arm, “but I will if I have to.”

“Let me go!” she shrieked, then cried out in pain when he backhanded her across the mouth. When she licked her lower lip, she tasted blood.

“Here now,” a deep voice demanded. “What’s going on?”

Ana Luisa looked toward the newcomer, silently pleading for help. She stumbled backward as her captor abruptly turned her loose.

“Are you all right, lady?” the newcomer asked.

She nodded, her gaze moving from one man to the other. The newcomer had tawny skin, dark brown hair, and deep brown eyes.

“Maitland,” the dark-haired man said, “get the hell out of here.”

Maitland’s eyes glinted with resentment, but he did as he was told.

Ana Luisa shook her head. One minute the man known as Maitland had been standing in front of her, the next he was gone as if he had never been there. How was it possible? Had she imagined him?

“I’m sorry about that,” the newcomer said. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

Ana Luisa nodded. She couldn’t stop staring at him, could scarcely resist the temptation to reach out and touch him. Until tonight, she would have said that Jason Rourke was the handsomest man she had ever seen, but there was something about this man…. She frowned. Even though Jason and the stranger looked nothing alike, they seemed very similar, though she couldn’t say why.

“I’m Ramon Vega,” the newcomer said with a wink. “But you can call me anything you like.”

She looked at him but didn’t say anything.

“Come, chica,” he said, offering her his hand. “I’ll walk you home.”

Ana Luisa stared at him uncertainly, torn by the need to be cautious and the desire to throw herself into his arms. It was a most peculiar sensation.

Vega let his arm fall to his side. “Hey, I’m not going to hurt you.”

“That man, Maitland,” Ana Luisa stammered. “He had fangs, like a vampire.”

“Yes, but you’re safe now.”

She blinked at him. “Are you saying he
was
a vampire?”

“Yes, but he won’t hurt you.”

“Why did he obey you?”

Vega shrugged. “Because he’s my offspring.”

Ana shook her head. The two men had looked to be about the same age. “That is not possible! You cannot be more than a year or two older than he is.”

“Do you want me to call him back, chica?”

“No! What does chica mean?”

“It means girl or young woman. Come on,” he said, offering her his hand once more. “Let me take you home.”

Ana Luisa placed her hand in his, only then realizing she had no idea how to find her way back to Karinna’s house.

“What’s wrong?” Vega asked.

Blinking back useless tears, she said, “I fear I am lost.”

Kari looked up from her computer when Rourke entered the room. “So, how’d it go?”

“I tried to explain, but…” He shrugged. “I thought she might want to be alone for a while, so I went out.”

Kari nodded. She could easily imagine how it went. It was never easy to tell someone that their love was unrequited. “Where is she now?”

“I thought she might be in here, with you.”

“No, I haven’t seen her.”

Frowning, Rourke left the room.

He returned moments later, his expression grim. “She is nowhere in the house.”

“You don’t think she’d go out alone, do you?” Kari asked. “I mean, she doesn’t know her way around.”

“Where else could she be?”

“I don’t know,” Kari said, rising. “But we’d better go look for her. It’s not safe for her to be wandering the streets alone.”

“I will go,” Rourke said. “You should stay here in case she returns.”

“All right.”

Rourke pulled her into his arms. “I have complicated your life, haven’t I?”

“Gee, you think?”

He frowned. “Did I not just say so?”

“I was being sarcastic,” Kari said, grinning. He had complicated her life in ways she never would have thought possible, invaded her thoughts by day and her dreams by night. Her gaze lingered on his lips. It hadn’t been all bad, she thought. “Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’m getting used to having you around.”

A slow smile spread over his face. “I am glad it was you who freed me.”

“Me, too.” She took a deep breath. “You’d better go.”

With a nod, he kissed her quickly, then vanished from her sight.

Outside, Rourke took a deep breath, his vampire senses sifting through the myriad scents and smells that lingered in the air in front of Karinna’s house until he detected a whiff of Ana Luisa’s unique scent.

Moving quickly through the darkness, he reflected on the twists and turns his life had taken since Karinna had called him out of his prison. She had restored his freedom, given him a place to rest, renewed his faith in humanity. Reuniting with Ana Luisa had added a new complication to his existence. The reality of having her in the house was something he hadn’t thought all the way through. He had not realized that she thought he loved her, or that she was in love with him. He had thought her infatuated with him, perhaps. After all, vampires were notorious for their supernatural allure. But love? He shook his head.

He slowed as he sensed Ana Luisa’s presence. A snarl rose in his throat when Ramon Vega’s scent also reached his nostrils.

Anger burned through him when he saw Ana Luisa with Vega. If the vampire had harmed her in any way, he would pay for it with his life.

Slowing, Rourke materialized in front of Vega and the wizard’s daughter.

“Jason!” Ana Luisa exclaimed. “I am so glad to see you! I went for a walk, and I got lost. Ramon was helping me find my way home.”

Rourke’s gaze bored into Vega’s. “Is that right?”

“Back off, man,” Vega said. “I don’t mean her any harm.”

“Jason, what is wrong with you?” Ana Luisa asked, puzzled by his rude tone.

“I do not want you to have anything to do with this man.”

“I will see whoever I wish,” she retorted. “I do not need your approval or your permission.”

“You need a keeper, is what you need,” Rourke said. “Come, I will take you home.”

Tears welled in her eyes. “I have no home.”

Rourke swore under his breath. “Ana…”

“I want Ramon to come with me.”

“No.”

Ana Luisa lifted her chin defiantly. “Then I am not going.”

Rourke took a deep, calming breath. “Stay away from him, Ana. He’s no good for you.”

“You do not even know him,” she said defensively.

“I know he is a vampire.”

Eyes wide, Ana Luisa looked up at Ramon. “Is that true?”

“Yeah, but what’s the big deal?” Vega jerked his chin in Rourke’s direction. “So’s your friend.”

“No.” Ana Luisa looked at Rourke, her eyes wide with astonishment. “I do not believe it.”

Rourke took a deep breath. He had always known this moment would come. “Ana…”

“Is it true, Jason? It is, isn’t it?” When he remained silent, she demanded, “Answer me!”

Rourke glared at Vega, then looked back at Ana. “Yes, it is true,” he said quietly.

Ana Luisa stared at him. How could she not have known? Had her father known? Was that why he had been so angry? She lifted a hand to her throat. “You bit me,” she said. “When we made love, you bit me. I remember now.”

“This is hardly the time or place to discuss such things,” Rourke said curtly. “Let us go.”

With a shake of her head, Ana Luisa backed away from him. “I am not going with you.” Looking at Ramon, she added, “Or with you. Leave me alone, both of you.”

“Stop acting like a child,” Rourke said irritably.

“I shall do as I please!” she replied imperiously. “Be gone!” A hint of supernatural power whispered through the air, then faded away.

Rourke looked at the other vampire, his animosity toward Vega swallowed up in his exasperation over Ana Luisa’s behavior. It was fortunate for both of them that she hadn’t practiced her craft in hundreds of years, even more fortunate that she lacked her wand to give her focus.

Vega shrugged. “I’ll leave you to it,” he said with a laconic grin, then vanished from sight.

Striving for patience, Rourke dragged a hand over his jaw, then said, quietly, “Can we go now?”

“You let me love you,” she accused, her eyes bright with unshed tears. “You let me think you were mortal, a man. How could you do that?”

“Dammit, I said I was sorry. What did you expect me to do? Or have you forgotten how you flirted with me that night, how you begged me to make love to you?” He felt a rush of shame for blaming her. Most of what had happened that night had been his fault.

“But I did not know that you were a vampire!”

The tone of her voice, the revulsion in her eyes, flayed him like a lash. It shouldn’t have bothered him. He knew what he was, he knew that what he had done to her was wrong. Her actions did not excuse his; still, her words burned like holy water.