Templar Vampires - Midnight Sun Part 21

Their fight finished, Tristan and Raphael walked off the lists. Rogue went over to Lex and draped his arm around her shoulders. When Raphael said something to her that made her laugh, he wanted to seriously hurt him.

f.u.c.k it all.Constantine pushed himself away from the wall with a grunt. He had to get away from Lexine Parker. She made him dare to imagine things he had no G.o.dd.a.m.n business thinking about.

Like having her open herself to him so he could taste the clean of her.

Constantine moved to go back inside the keep but Lex's husky voice stopped him dead. "Constantine?"

She came over to him, her tiny hand lightly resting on his arm. Her touch felt like fire on his flesh. "Where are you going?"

His eyes devoured her, taking in every nuance of her, committing it to memory to get him through the coming nights when he needed a bit of peace to calm his rage. "Inside."

"Oh."

Now why in the h.e.l.l did she look so disappointed? She should be glad he was going away. No one liked being around him, he doubted even his fellow Templars could stomach him for too long.

"Dragon," Tristan shouted to him. "Are you ready for a go?"

His eyes stayed on Lex, her hopeful expression a dagger to his heart.

Never one to turn down a fight, Constantine shook her hand from him. With effort, he managed to take his eyes from her. He looked over her head at Tristan. "You haven't been able to beat me in over seven hundred years. What makes tonight any different?" Tristan c.o.c.ked a brow. "I have Lexine to cheer me on." He winked at Lex. She turned bright red.

Constantine stalked to the lists, p.i.s.sed off at Tristan's easy manner with her. He'd never have that, it wasn't in him to be playful, to color a woman's cheeks with an adorable blush. They might like his dark looks, want to have a go at him for the thrill of danger surrounding him, but that's where it began and ended. He was too scarred, inside and out to provoke anything other than disgust in a woman, which was why he made d.a.m.n sure he never got close to any one, merely used them for a quick f.u.c.k and feed and was done with them.

Yet here was Lex, beautiful, innocent, struggling to keep pace with him as if she actuallyliked being around him. Didn't she know she should be running to get as far away from him as possible?

Obviously Allie failed to inform her sister the threat Constantine posed to her.

By the time he got to the lists, he was tightly wound with frustration and primed to do harm, ready to beat Tristan into the ground. He peeled off his s.h.i.+rt and threw it aside. He heard Lex's small intake of breath at the sight of his bare chest.

He felt branded by the heat of her gaze taking in his tattoos and his scars. Whip marks cut across his back, his legs as well, though his pants covered those. As for his tattoos, he bore an angel on each pectoral; one with white wings, the other with black. On his upper left arm was a blood-red heart with a sword of the Order cutting down it, the flames engulfing the heart creeping up the side of his neck.

He attacked Tristan with a brute force that had Raphael stepping in to end the fight even before it started. No one stopped him when he threw down his sword and walked away without a word.

Instead of heading toward the keep, he strode out of the bailey. He needed to get away. He needed to think. Or maybe he already thought too much. At this point, he didn't know which. Nor did he give a s.h.i.+t. All he knew was he had to get away from Lex before he lost his control and did something stupid.

Like forget he was a monster and dare to take what he saw offered in the depths of her captivating eyes.

Confused by Constantine's fury, Lex looked to Tristan, who stood watching him go with a brother's worry lighting his eyes. "Is he going to be okay?"

Tristan glanced down at her, his burning silver eyes striking in an incredibly handsome face. "He'll be fine. He needs time to cool down."

As Lex's gaze followed Constantine, she felt a stab of pain in her heart as he was swallowed by the night.

Chapter Twenty.

Lucian was coming out of The Gate when he felt the familiar p.r.i.c.kling sensation at the nape of his neck.

He hated that b.l.o.o.d.y feeling since it meant only one thing and right now he wasn't in the mood for a fight. Dawn was coming and all he wanted to do was get back to Randal Manor to sleep the long day away.

Still warm with the blood of the woman he'd fed from, he stopped in mid-step. Tearing his yearningstare off his car, he pulled free his sword. He felt the sensation of being watched and looked across the road and into the trees. Though he knew something was out there watching him he couldn't see it.

Still, he sensed it waiting for him.

Call it instinct but he knew whoever was watching him was the same son of a b.i.t.c.h who killed those girls and left them for him to find.

Good. Come out from hiding you s.a.d.i.s.tic p.r.i.c.k.

Listening to the night, Lucian reached out with all of his senses to locate exactly where the renegades were lying in wait for him.

He sensed an ancient death all around him. It made the air heavy as he searched the darkness for the renegade he believed to be stalking him.

Frustratingly, there was nothing to see. Nor could he hear anything besides the quiet sounds of the country summer night. That is, until a faint whispering of his name reached him.

He knew that voice, one he hadn't heard in seven hundred years.

"Lucian..."

Lucian's hand came off his sword. Suddenly weak, he went down to his knees, as his past came back to him in a myriad of sights and sounds. He shook his head as if trying to shake the voice out of his head. It couldn't be. That voice didn't belong here. His mind must playing tricks on him.

Suddenly, and completely unbidden, a tear of blood slipped from his eye to travel down his cheek. This was the first time he wept since so long ago when the monster overtook the man and everything he'd ever known was lost in a single moment of madness.

Slapping the tear away, all he did was smear it across his cheek. Lucian forced the memory from his mind. He couldn't allow himself to remember that night when he dragged his starving and mindless self back to Penwick. The memories were too painful.

He'd spent the last centuries begging G.o.d to forgive him for the sins committed that night. Yet with every plea he knew it was a forgiveness he'd never get nor deserved.

Lucian finally caught sight of the renegade who hid in the shadows. He pushed himself up and stepped out onto the road. There it was-the faint and shadowy silhouette of a man.

He came meandering out from between the two trees. Dressed all in black, he reminded Lucian of moving night. His burning silver eyes cut through the darkness. The renegade pierced him with such stark hatred that Lucian felt as if he was going to shatter under its weight.

A face he knew well slowly came into sight as the vampire walked closer. A face so like his own, yet so different. He couldn't be seeing this. Not now and not here.

Yet the man came closer. Close enough now to see every nuance of the renegade's face...

Renegade. Jesus Christ, it couldn't be. "Stephan."

Lucian's mouth formed a name he hadn't spoken in six hundred and ninety-five years.

The vampire came right over to him. Arrogantly. Daring him without words to strike.

Normally, Lucian would have attacked already, taking the renegade's head with little effort. But not this time. He could no more fight this vampire than he could fight one of his fellow Templars. Instead, all he could do was take in the sight of the man standing before him. Face to face with his past.

Face to face with his sins.

They were the same height, their hair the same color brown. Though now Lucian's was longer, at one time it was as neatly cut.

The differences of the two were as striking as their similarities. Where Lucian's face held the edge of a man who knew too much war and death, Stephan's possessed a softer, more youthful look to it, bearing the look of a man who was never touched by the ugliness of life.

At least not until Lucian returned to Penwick, bringing h.e.l.l with him.

Oh sweet G.o.d, what have I done?

"No," Lucian's mind rebelled at the sight of Stephan, at what he'd become.

Stephan's lips drew back, revealing fangs. Lucian hissed out a sharp breath and staggered backward.

"Surprised to see me, Lucian?"

"You're not Stephan." His hand shot to his sword. "Stephan is dead."

He pulled the blade free and raised it to strike as the events of the last weeks rushed him and all the pieces fell neatly into place. It all made sense now. Why it was his name written in blood and why he couldn't place the scent he detected.

He couldn't place it because he couldn't accept it.

His arm dropped, the tip of his sword scratching across the concrete of the road. Stephan laughed, evil delight gleaming in his eyes. Four other vampires came out from the trees. One of them Lucian recognized as Jude.

Oh G.o.d, when the others found out Allie's ex-boyfriend had joined the ranks of the renegades they were going to tear him apart. Especially if they ever found out Jude's part in whatever it was Stephan had planned.

"Easy, dog," Stephan said nastily. "Iam Stephan and Iam dead."

He stepped even closer to Lucian, almost daring him to attack.

Lucian didn't strike. He couldn't. The Knight, who faced down entire armies with a pride that earned him the respect of kings, took a step back. The four renegades came to stand by Stephan. Lucian knewhe could take them all. He was that good of a fighter. He had to be in order to be worthy of the Knights Templar. Yet, no matter how he tried, he couldn't bring himself to take them out. For the first time since it was placed in his hands, Lucian's sword slipped from his fingers and clamored on the ground. One of the renegades rushed to grab it. Lucian did nothing, just watched as his weapon was dragged away.

"Look at him." Stephan motioned to Lucian arrogantly. "Look at the Templar. He's nothing but a coward."

"Don't do this, Stephan," Lucian warned between gritted teeth.

Stephan tilted his head and regarded Lucian coldly. "Oh, but I have to. I have to make you suffer as you've made me suffer."

Suffer.

Yes. Lucian had brought so much pain to Stephan. More than he could ever imagine. He did to him, the one thing that would break a man as religious as Stephan had been. He removed him from G.o.d's grace.

As he'd done a millions times before, Lucian wished he'd never gone back to Penwick. He wished with everything he was that he could take it all back. Undo the evil he had done. But it was far too late now, his sins finally caught up with him.

His gaze devouring Stephan, he died again at the hatred etched all over his face. It radiated from him, a tangible force between them. The fury blazing in his silver eyes burned him where he stood. Lucian never meant for this to happen. He'd never meant to hurt them. He'd only wanted to go home.

He should have stayed away. So G.o.dd.a.m.ned far away...

"You were the one who kidnapped and murdered those women."

An arrogant grin spread across Stephan's face. "I left them as gifts to you. I wonder if you would have relished their sweet pleas and anguished cries as much as I did. After all, you proved you do love to prey on the innocent and the defenseless."

"Stephan..." Lucian went to reach out to him, but the vampire slapped his hand away.

"You don't touch me," he snarled viciously. "I'm going to make you hurt so bad you're going to beg me to kill you."

Lucian shook his head sadly. "This was never about finding the Daystar was it? It was about me."

Stephan laughed nastily and shook his head. "Of course. The Daystar means nothing to me. What need have I with such power? I never even wantedthis , but I had no choice in the matter did I? You took that from me. You took it from all from us." He turned to his companions. "Through Allison Parker you can find the Daystar."

Hearing that spurred Lucian into action.

With the roar of a wild animal, Lucian attacked Stephan, grabbing him by the throat and lifting him clear off the ground. When the others came at him, one brandis.h.i.+ng Lucian's own sword, he easily knocked them away one by one with no effort at all. Even though the tip of the sword opened a deep wounddown his cheek, he held fast to Stephan.

He squeezed the throat of the renegade. "Your fight is withme . Hurt her and I'll destroy you."

"Do it," Stephan taunted. He didn't fight Lucian's hold on him. "You killed me once, Lucian. Think you can do it again?"

Lucian felt as if the archangel Michael tore out his heart all over again.

Lucian wasn't going to play this game. He sinned once. He'd not do so again.

With a disgusted grunt, Lucian tossed Stephan back.

He couldn't do it. He couldn't kill his brother twice.

Chapter Twenty-One.

"When are you going to start investigating the kidnappings and murders of those girls?"

Allie cringed inwardly even though she expected the question. After all, she knew it was only a matter of time before Josh or Nick brought up the subject of the missing and murdered women.

Not surprisingly, there was a stack of old newspapers compiled in the corner of the stiflingly small room.

Josh Bartlett was a packrat, his specialty old newspapers and magazines. Which was why, when she stabbed a finger at the papers, Allie wasn't shocked by the smiling face of Jordan Brewster staring back at her from the front page of the top newspaper on the pile.

Glancing down the table, a rickety metal thing with eight extremely uncomfortable folding chairs surrounding it, she felt the heat of seven pairs of inquisitive eyes staring back at her. Suppressing the urge to squirm uncomfortably at the curious--and suspicious-stares directed at her, she did her best to ignore them.

She hated these monthly staff meetings, when she was reminded of the people she was forced to call colleagues. With every intention of bailing on tonight's meeting, she rethought the idea when Josh threatened to hold her pay unless she attended it.

Sweating to death in the back room of the run-down building in Mount Pleasant was the last place Allie wanted to spend the better part of the evening. Josh and Nick, the two brothers who ownedThe Specter , turned this building in the magazine's headquarters. This was where Nick liked to say they made the magic. Allie hated his flare for the dramatic.

"I'd be wasting my time to investigate those murders." Allie gave Josh her best "I-won't-budge-on-the-matter" voice.

She was impressed at how easily the lie slipped past her teeth.