Immortal Sins (25 page)

Ana wrapped her arms around her middle. “I can feel the spell, but I do not know how to counter it. I have never dabbled in the Dark Arts.”

“What if we break the glass?” Vega asked. “Would that break the spell?”

“I do not know,” Ana said. “It might.”

“Or it might kill her,” Rourke said, finishing her thought.

Vega glanced at Ana Luisa. “Is that right?”

Ana nodded. “Or she might already be dead.”

“No!” The word was ripped from Rourke’s throat.

“I am sorry,” Ana Luisa said quietly, her eyes filling with sympathy, “but killing Vilnius may have killed Karinna as well. Perhaps that was why calling her name did not break the enchantment.”

“No.” Rourke shook his head, refusing to consider the possibility that Karinna could be lost to him forever.

“I wish I could help. Truly, I do.” Ana Luisa laid her hand on Rourke’s arm. “If I think of anything that might help, I will let you know.”

Rourke nodded. A few minutes later, Ana Luisa and Vega left the house.

Rourke dropped to his knees on the floor in front of the hearth. Karinna couldn’t be dead. He had no desire to exist in the world if she wasn’t in it. He loved her more than his own life, could not go on existing if his thirst for revenge had cost the life of the only woman he had ever loved.

No, there had to be a way to break the enchantment. He swore softly. He would not give up, refused to believe that she was lost to him forever. He was a creature with remarkable abilities. He could change shape, compel others to do his bidding, influence the wind and the weather, move faster than the human eye could follow, and what good was any of it if he couldn’t help Karinna?

Somehow, there had to be a way to break the spell that bound her, and he would find it if it took the rest of his existence.

In the last hour before dawn, he opened his senses, his mind seeking Karinna’s, and finding only emptiness.

Fear iced its way through his veins. He had not fully considered how an ordinary mortal might react to being magicked into a painting, even if it was only for a short time. He remembered his own initial panic at finding himself trapped behind a wall of glass, remembered the endless nights when he had been helpless to move, and knew now that without his preternatural powers he surely would have gone insane. Was that already happening to Karinna? Was it the effect of the wizard’s death that made her thoughts sluggish, or merely the effect of the enchantment? Or had her mind taken refuge in some stygian place deep within her soul where he would never be able to find her?

Refusing to consider that possibility, he tried again. After twenty minutes of concentrated effort, his mind touched hers.

“Karinna?”

“Rourke?”

“Hang on, sweeting,”
he implored.
“I know you are afraid. I know it is hard to hold on to your identity, but do not give up.”

“What…why…?”

He knew what she was asking. Why hadn’t he freed her?
“I do not know how to free you, but I will not give up trying, no matter how long it takes.”

He felt her fear, the tears she couldn’t shed, felt the hot sting of tears in his own eyes when her voice whispered in his mind.

“I knew…you would…come for me.”

Sitting on the sofa late the next night, Rourke stared at Karinna’s painted image as he sought to connect with her mind once again. He smiled when he realized she was asleep. He had invaded her dreams before. If they could not be together in the flesh, perhaps he could again wander through her unconscious mind.

Closing his eyes, he followed the link between them into her subconscious.

“Rourke! How did you get here? Where are we?”

Wherever you want us to be.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You are asleep, sweeting.”

He took her hand in his and led her down a narrow dirt path that led to a winding river bordered by lacy trees and tall ferns. Birds sang in the treetops, chipmunks ran back and forth. Overhead, an eagle soared against a clear blue sky.

“Is this place to your liking?” he asked. “If not, we can go somewhere else.”

“I don’t care where we are as long as you’re with me.”

Murmuring her name, he drew her down on a blanket that suddenly appeared beneath them.

“Rourke, what went wrong?”

“I do not know how to break the enchantment that Vilnius worked on the painting.” He watched her face, saw the horror in her eyes when she realized what he was saying.

“Then…” Her voice broke. “I’m trapped in here? Forever?”

“No!”

“But if you can’t free me…” Tears welled in her eyes and spilled down her cheeks.

“I will find a way to get you out,” he said fervently. “And if I cannot…I will come in here and stay with you.”

“No! How can you even think such a thing?”

“Would you rather be alone?”

“No, but…you already spent three hundred years imprisoned. I can’t ask you to do it again.”

“You did not ask.”

“Rourke…”

He wiped the tears from her cheeks with his fingertips, then drew her into his arms and kissed her. Falling back on the blanket, he carried her with him, so that her body covered his. He kissed her again and yet again, his hands sliding restlessly up and down her sides, her back, skimming over her buttocks.

Kari reveled in his touch, in his nearness, and then drew back. “Are you sure this is a dream? It feels so real.”

“I wish it were real,” he said, his voice husky with yearning.

He lifted the hem of her gown, his hand sliding up to caress the inside of her thigh.

“Oh,” she murmured. “That feels wonderful.”

“I can make it feel even better.”

Her breath escaped her lips in a long, shuddering sigh. “Rourke…”

“Relax, love.” He rained kisses along her neck, his tongue hot and slick as he laved the sensitive skin behind her ear.

With a sigh, Kari closed her eyes. It was only a dream, after all. She might as well do as he said and relax. But as his hands caressed her, arousing her, she found it impossible to believe that their bodies weren’t really entwined, that everything that was happening was only happening in her mind.

Rourke stayed linked with Karinna until he felt the sharp sting of the rising sun. Promising that he would return as soon as the sun went down, he broke the connection between them and retreated to his lair in the shed.

Drifting on the brink of the Dark Sleep, he smiled as he thought of the hours he had spent with Karinna, even if it had only been in her dream. But, dream or not, he had enjoyed every minute of the time they had shared.

Still, he wanted more than dreams, more than just memories.

Tomorrow night, he would explore another means of spending time with her. It was more risky than linking his mind with hers, but it might give him some idea of how to break the spell that bound her.

Rourke inhaled deeply. If his plan failed, Vilnius would have the last laugh after all.

Rourke woke with the setting of the sun. After leaving the shed, he went into Karinna’s house. His nostrils filled with her scent as soon as he stepped inside. For a moment, he simply stood there, drawing in the fragrance that was uniquely hers, remembering the nights they had spent together, the warmth of her smile, the merry sound of her laughter, the trusting touch of her hand in his, the sinfully sweet taste of her kisses.

Muttering an oath, he made his way up to the second-floor bathroom, where he took a shower, then changed into a pair of clean blue jeans and a dark blue T-shirt. He combed his hair and brushed his teeth, thinking that he very much liked the toothbrush and toothpaste Karinna had bought for him.

After pulling on a pair of socks and his boots, he went hunting. Being anxious to see Karinna didn’t leave him time to be picky. He preyed upon the first single mortal he encountered, fed quickly and deeply, and sent the young woman on her way with no memory of what had happened.

Returning to the house, Rourke went into the living room and stood in front of the painting. If the plan he had come up with before he succumbed to the Dark Sleep the night before worked, he would be able to free Karinna. Of course, even if he could get into the painting, there was no guarantee that he would be able to get out again, but it was a risk he was willing to take. Linking his mind to hers was satisfying in many ways, but no matter how real what they shared seemed to be, it was little more than an illusion. If he had to spend the rest of his existence in a world of canvas and paint, so be it. Better that than to go on living without the woman he loved. Hopefully, he would be able to get into the painting and get them both out. If not, he was prepared to accept whatever Fate had in store for him as long as he could share it with Karinna.

Taking a deep breath, he focused on the canvas. He imagined he could feel the grass beneath his feet, smell the gentle breeze blowing off the lake, hear the birds singing in the trees. Ignoring the pale sun rising behind the trees, he willed himself into the painting.

He hadn’t been sure it would work, but between one heartbeat and the next, Rourke found himself on the other side of the glass. He stood there a moment, every muscle taut, as he waited to see if the painted sun would ignite his flesh, but he felt no heat, no burning on his skin.

He breathed a sigh of relief when nothing happened. For a moment, he wondered why the wizard’s sun had no power over him when everything else seemed so real, and then he shrugged. What mattered was that he was inside the painting.

He took a minute to examine his surroundings. Vilnius had been a truly amazing wizard. Like the painting Rourke had inhabited for three hundred years, this one was more than mere paint and canvas. On this side of the glass, the grass was deep and fragrant, the water lapped gently against the shore. He noticed little things he hadn’t noticed before, like the doe and her twin fawns resting in the shadows beyond the tree line, and the gopher peeking out of a hole. Birds chirped and twittered in the leafy green branches overhead, a bushy-tailed gray squirrel perched on a limb, scolding him as he passed by.

Hurrying to the water’s edge, Rourke drank in the sight of the still figure of the woman he loved. He didn’t know if Karinna was aware of his presence or not. She sat in the sailboat, unmoving, her gaze focused on the distant shore.

On a whim, Rourke sat down on the grass. After removing his shirt, boots, and socks, he dove into the water and swam out to the sailboat.

Hauling himself over the edge of the craft, he shook the water from his hair, then sat beside Karinna on the hard wooden seat.

She didn’t move, didn’t blink, but he could see the faint rise and fall of her chest.

“Karinna? Can you hear me?”

When she didn’t respond, he spoke to her mind.

“Karinna, do you know that I am here, beside you?”

“Yes. What are you doing here? How did you get in? What if you can’t get out?”

“Let me worry about that. I have an idea, one I know you will not like.”

“Will it get me out of this place?”

“I do not know,”
he replied honestly.

“At this point, I’m willing to try anything.”

“I want to bring you across.”

“No! Anything but that.”

“I think it is the only way. Vilnius’s death did not end the enchantment. Perhaps yours will.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then I will stay in here, with you.”

She didn’t speak, but he could feel her inner turmoil, knew she was remembering what he had told her of his time inside the painting, how excruciating the pain had been because he couldn’t satisfy his hunger. If bringing her across didn’t break the enchantment, the two of them would spend centuries enduring that same kind of agony. Or maybe not. If he could enter and leave the painting at will, he could leave to feed, and she could feed from him, but he didn’t tell her that. Best that she accept the worst than cling to some false hope.

“Karinna?”

“I don’t know. There’s no way to know if it will work. If it doesn’t, I can’t ask you to spend the rest of your life in this hell that’s no life at all.”

“My blood is powerful. Even if we remain trapped here, there is a good chance that my blood will enable you to move and speak, if not immediately, then in the near future. There is a cottage in the woods, the surroundings are pleasant. It will be better than what you have now.”

“Except that I’ll be a vampire trapped inside a painting.”

“It is not such a bad thing, being a vampire.”

“Ana Luisa didn’t seem to think so, either, but…if you make me a vampire, is there any way to undo it later?”

“No.”

“So, I have two choices. I can either stay here, as I am, for who knows how long, or you can make me a vampire, which might break the enchantment. But whether it does or doesn’t, I’ll be a vampire for the rest of my life. Isn’t there a third choice?”

“I am afraid not, sweeting. You need not decide now. Relax. Go to sleep.”

“Will you make love to me in my dreams again?”

“If you wish.”

“Don’t you find it odd that I can sleep sitting up with my eyes open?”

“In this world, nothing is odd.”

Which was true, Rourke thought wryly, even though he didn’t fully understand why. He knew that if he left Karinna’s side, he would be able to walk through her painted world. Even now, he could smell the water, the grass, the trees. He could hear the birds singing, the squirrels chattering at each other, the gentle lap of the water against the hull of the boat. He looked up at the painted sun, grateful that it had no power over him, yet it pleased him to look at it. He had thought when he was trapped in his own hellish existence that Vilnius had created a nighttime world because a painted sun would have destroyed him. He realized now that it had been nighttime in the painting simply because Vilnius wished to deprive Rourke of seeing the sun’s light, even if it was only a pale imitation of the real thing.

He knew the moment Karinna fell asleep.

With a sigh, he kissed her cheek, then mentally carried her away from the boat and into the cottage nestled in the trees. He could have mesmerized her while she was awake, but it was easier this way.

Inside the stone hut, he took a moment to look around. It was a rather cozy place. It held a comfortable sofa and chair, a low table, a stone hearth, a box filled with firewood. A doorway to his left led to a bedroom and a bathroom; a doorway on his right led to a small kitchen.

He carried Karinna into the whitewashed bedroom, which was small and square, furnished with a wrought-iron bedstead and a wooden rocking chair. Dark green curtains hung at the single window, a colorful rag rug covered the raw plank floor beside the bed.

Rourke spared hardly a glance for the furnishings, though, in passing, it occurred to him that Vilnius must have expected Karinna to regain her mobility and come here at some point in time, else why bother to furnish the place? Rourke would have said that there was no kindness in the wizard’s heart, yet the fact that Vilnius had furnished the cabin proved otherwise.

Grunting softly, Rourke laid Karinna gently on the mattress, then stretched out beside her, his mind melding with hers until they were no longer two, but one.

He kissed her and caressed her, his own desire rising with hers, not only the desire for her sweet flesh, but for the taste of her life’s blood, her very essence.

She was fire and honey in his arms, a lover like none he had known before or would again. Her skin was warm and soft to his touch, her hair like silk in his hands, her mouth hungry for his kisses. A thought removed her clothing, leaving the beauty of her slender body open to his gaze as he caressed her from head to toe.

When she murmured, “That’s not fair,” he cast his trousers aside, then drew her into his arms once again, a sigh of pleasure emerging from his throat as her body pressed against his. He had heard people say they were made for each other and thought it wishful thinking, but no more, else how to explain the way Karinna fit into his embrace, the way her body molded so perfectly to his. If bestowing the Dark Trick upon her broke the wizard’s accursed enchantment, he would take her for his wife and spend the rest of his existence trying to please her. If the curse remained unbroken, so be it. He had brought her to this end, and he would not abandon her.

He made slow, sweet love to her, reveling in the way she responded to his touch, in the throaty sounds of pleasure that whispered past her lips as his hands aroused her. He explored every inch of her body, a low groan of pleasure rising in his throat as her hands moved over him, each stroke firing his desire until he sheathed himself in her warmth. Afterward, he held her close in his arms while the sweat cooled on their flesh, and their breathing returned to normal.

They kissed and cuddled until he felt the night turning to day. Reluctantly, he broke his link with her mind, and then, as he had before, he left her world to seek shelter from the rising sun.

The next night, Rourke went to visit Vega and Ana Luisa. If Karinna agreed to accept the Dark Gift and it didn’t break the wizard’s enchantment, he would need someone to look after the painting and make sure that it wasn’t destroyed.

Vega and Ana Luisa listened in silence as Rourke outlined his plan. When he finished, Ana Luisa shook her head.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked dubiously. “If it doesn’t work…what kind of life will that be, living inside a painting, leaving only to feed?”

“Not one I would have preferred,” Rourke admitted, “but what other choice do I have? If not for me, none of this would have happened. I cannot leave her in that hellish prison alone. I cannot. I will not!”

“Don’t worry,” Vega said. “If the worst happens, we’ll bring the painting here and lock it up in the back room. I’ll paint the window black and board it up so you won’t have to worry about the sun.”

“And I’ll put a spell around it,” Ana Luisa said, “so no one will be able to break in.”

Even as Rourke nodded his thanks, he hoped such measures would not be necessary.

“You must love Karinna very much,” Ana Luisa mused. Head cocked to one side, she looked up at Ramon. “Would you make such a sacrifice for me?”

Vega slipped his arm around Ana’s waist and gave her a squeeze. “Don’t you doubt it for a minute, chica.”

Rourke’s hands curled into fists as Vega and Ana exchanged heated glances. It wasn’t fair! He had freed the wizard’s daughter, and because of it, Karinna now shared Ana’s fate. He had to convince Karinna to accept the Dark Gift. Deep in his heart, he knew it was the only way to free her.

“What about Karinna’s house?” Vega asked. “Her car? Clothes? All that stuff?”

Rourke shrugged. “Do with it what you will.”

“Well, legally, I suppose it will all go to the state,” Vega remarked.

“I am not concerned about her house or anything else,” Rourke said. “Only the painting.”

Vega nodded. “Right. If we don’t hear from you in a couple of days…”

“Then you will know I failed.”

“Don’t worry,” Vega said. “We’ll take care of everything.”

A short time later, Rourke bid farewell to Vega, hugged Ana, and left their house, eager to return to Karinna. His plan had to work, he thought desperately. In spite of his brave words to Vega and Ana, in spite of the promise he had made to Karinna, he wasn’t sure he could keep his vow to remain with her inside the painting. The very thought of returning to such a life filled him with dread. In spite of that, what he had told Ana Luisa was the truth. He couldn’t turn his back on Karinna. She had freed him from a hellish existence, and no matter what the cost, if it was at all possible, he would return the favor.

And if he couldn’t? How could he go back to living in a painted world, even one shared with the woman he loved?

How could he not?

Rourke shook such thoughts from his mind. He had to believe his plan would succeed.

A woman coming out of a drugstore saved him the trouble of hunting. He mesmerized her with a glance and took what he needed, giving little thought to the woman who stood pliant in his arms. He was after sustenance, not pleasure, and he fed quickly, then made his way back to Karinna’s house, and into the painting.

As he had before, he paused on the lakeshore for a moment just to look at her, thinking that no artist, no earthly work of art, could capture the natural beauty of the woman herself.

A thought took him to her side.

“Karinna, I am here beside you.”

“Rourke?”
He heard the barely controlled panic in her voice.
“Rourke, help me! I’m afraid I’m losing myself. Today, I couldn’t even remember my name.”

“Let me bring you across, sweeting. It is the only way.”

“I don’t want to be what you are.”