Chicagoland Vampires - Some Girls Bite Part 6

Beautiful but evil. Wicked. The repugnant dregs of foul malevolence. Or something.

"Jesus," Mallory whispered. "I want to support your quest for revenge and all, but maybe you should just let him glamour you."

She looked at me, and I could tell she was trying not to laugh. "Either you're f.u.c.ked, or you're f.u.c.ked, right?'

I rolled my eyes at her. "You're not helping."

The shuffle of footsteps rang through the room. We looked up. Vampires were filling the balcony, all dressed in black, all throwing hateful looks at me and Mallory. As I took in their obvious disdain, the weight of the risk I'd taken settled into my bones.

According to the aptly named Canon, vampire society was based on antiquated notions of feudalism, including unfailing loyalty to a House and its Master. I'd walked into my House-into Ethan's House-spouted off, and challenged him to a fight. Twenty-seven years of trying to live under my parents' radar, of never causing enough trouble to raise their notice, and I'd made two very big mistakes in a matter of days. Walking across campus had nearly killed me. Challenging Ethan . . . Well, we'd find out soon enough.

"Probably this wasn't the best decision I've ever made," I admitted.

"No," Mallory agreed, but when I looked at her, her eyes shone bright with appreciation. "But it's b.a.l.l.sy. And you've needed to make a b.a.l.l.sy decision."

"Just a minute ago you said-"

"Forget it. I know what I said," she interrupted. "I've changed my mind. Geniuses are ent.i.tled. This is the right thing to do. This is the new Merit." She hugged me quickly, then stepped back. "Kick his a.s.s, dead girl."

Ethan joined us, and made a gallant bow. When he straightened again, he clucked me beneath the chin. "Don't lose that courage now, Initiate."

"It wasn't my courage-the vampire challenged you."

"You are the vampire, Merit, now and forever. But sometimes the mind needs a chance to catch up with the genetics," he allowed.

I cast a worried glance to the balcony. "I hope that happens soon."

He chuckled. "I'm not going to hurt you, and despite the fact that you've broken virtually every rule in the Canon, I'll make you a deal."

I faced him again, forced myself to meet his green eyes, despite the trembling of my hands. "What?"

"If you manage to land a blow, I'll relieve you of your obligations to me."

It was the opposite of what I'd have predicted-which was something of the "If you survive this, I'll let you heal before punis.h.i.+ng you for challenging me" variety. By those standards, it was a good deal, if improbable-sounding. I searched his face, not sure if he was serious. "How do I know you'll keep your word?"

Ethan lifted his gaze to the balcony of vampires above us. "They know."

When our gazes met again, I nodded. I handed the crumpled death threat, which I'd been too busy being stupid to bring up, to Mallory, tugged at the bottom of my T-s.h.i.+rt, and followed Ethan into the middle of the room. He turned and bowed slightly. "One hit. That's all you need to do."

With no further ado, he kicked, an elegant roundhouse that would have brought his bare foot across my face had I not fallen back.

I hit the mat on my back, my breath rus.h.i.+ng out with the impact.

As I lay there, the gallery t.i.ttering above me, I wasn't sure which scared me more: the fact that he'd nearly kicked me in the face, or the fact that I'd been fast enough to avoid it.

I had changed.

"Nice reflexes."

I looked up to find Ethan a few feet away, peering down at me curiously. He wasn't the only one with questions. I wondered how much more I could do, so I pushed my palms flat behind me, brought up my legs, rolled back, and popped onto my feet in a quick bounce.

"Very nice."

I shrugged off the compliment, but I was thrilled by the motion. I hadn't danced cla.s.sically in years, but I'd always relished the few seconds of being airborne in a grand jete-the brief sensation of fighting gravity . . . and winning. This was similar, but infinitely more satisfying. My body felt even lighter, sprightlier than when I was in top dancing form. Maybe there were advantages to being a vampire.

I grinned back at Ethan. "Just taking her for a test spin." Then I circled, looking for a weakness. Ethan bounced on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet and crooked his hand at me in invitation. "Then let's see what you can do."

Someone started music, and Nine Inch Nails' "The Hand That Feeds" spilled into the room.

"Apropos," he muttered, and crooked his hand again.

NIN was an interesting choice for a nearly four-hundred-year-old vampire. Whatever his issues, I couldn't fault his taste in music.

Back to the challenge at hand, I tried a punch. I swung forward, rotating my wrist as I tried to catch him in a jab, but he avoided it, followed the motion of my hand, and swung his leg into a low sweep that nearly brought my feet out from under me. But I jumped just in time and arched my back into a handspring, which put me a few feet away and out of his range.

Or so I thought, until he rushed forward so quickly, the motion was blurred. I flipped back again, then again, the motion nearly effortless, but he kept coming. When I popped up the last time, I instinctively crouched, which put the cross he'd directed at my jaw out of range. He struck air, and I reached out arms to grab his knees, but he flew over me, landing behind me with a gentle thud.

I pushed to my feet again, and turned to see him grinning wildly, his eyes blazing green. "I'm impressed. Let's do it again." Then his expression went solemn, and he bounced on the b.a.l.l.s of his feet and crooked a hand again in invitation. Rolling my eyes at the Matrix replay, I tried a b.u.t.terfly kick. I'd once seen a kick-boxing instructor try it, but as a human I hadn't had the power or stretch to execute it.

Being a vampire changed the rules. Now I had the strength to push myself into the air and swing my legs around, to spin my body horizontally.

Still, Ethan's reflexes were faster than mine, so I missed him again. He threw his torso back nearly 180 degrees, all the while keeping himself upright, and completely avoided my extended legs.

"So close," he offered breathily.

"Not close enough." But I grinned when I said it, thrilled that I'd managed the move. It pleased the crowd, too, and they hooted appreciatively. "Careful, Liege!" someone called out. "She might scar that pretty face."

Ethan laughed good-naturedly. "G.o.d forbid," he told the gallery. "Then I'd only have fabulous wealth and canny instincts to rely on." The vampires chuckled together, and he tipped his head up to smile at the crowd.

That was my chance, and I took it. Ethan was distracted, so I rushed him, but the sneaky b.a.s.t.a.r.d antic.i.p.ated my move. He edged to the left just before I could take him down. I braced my arms to hit the ground as I flew past him, but before I made contact, he grabbed my arm, spun me around midair, and pushed me to the ground. I landed flat on my back with Ethan above me, his body stretched atop mine. He neatly captured my wrists in his hands and pushed them-despite my squirming-to the mat above my head.

The crowd erupted into catcalls and lewd suggestions.

"You baited me!" I accused.

His lips scant inches from my face, he smiled wolfishly. "And so easily." I squirmed, but he pushed me harder against the mat and slid a knee between mine. "Initiate, you can guess exactly where that's going to lead."

I growled in irritation.

At least, I told myself it was irritation, and not at all the fact he smelled delicious, a clean combination of linen, cotton, and soap.

Not the fact that the weight of his body on mine felt completely natural-a languid heat suddenly flowing through my chest, like the union of our bodies had closed a circuit.

I tried to tune out the sensation and, embarra.s.sed at the silvering of my eyes-I have to admit, I had a sudden, new sympathy for men faced with hiding their arousal-I squeezed them shut. Ethan let me calm, and when I finally opened my eyes, his face was blank.

"Do you agree that you failed to land a blow?"

I paused, but nodded. "Unless you're willing to give me a freebie?"

For a heartbeat, his gaze dropped to my lips. I wondered if he'd kiss me, if he thought about it, if he felt the pull like I did. But he looked away, then loosened my wrists and pushed himself up. He offered me a hand, which I took, and let him pull me to my feet .

. . to the boos and general disappointment of the peanut gallery.

"Is this why you came?" he asked when we were both upright again. "To fight me?"

Mallory must have heard the question over the mumbling of the crowd, as she stepped forward, the note in her outstretched hand.

"We came for this." Ethan wiped his brow with the back of a hand, then took the note. He read it, his expression blanking. "Where did you get this?"

"It was wrapped around a brick that was thrown through our living room window," I said.

His gaze snapped up. "Were you hurt?" He scanned my body, looking for injuries.

"We're fine. There were three of us in the house, and we're all fine."

"Three?"

"Mallory's boyfriend was there."

"Ah."

I thumped the note with a finger. "What's this about? Is there a vampire war I don't know about? Did changing me p.i.s.s someone off?"

He frowned as he perused the note again. "Perhaps your initial attacker is bitter about not having finished the job, or about my having finished it for him. We believed he, the one who bit you, was a Rogue-a vampire living outside the House system. The note would suggest that's true. It's also possible there's a connection between your attack and the attack that killed Jennifer Porter."

It wasn't the first time I'd considered that connection, but the idea was more unnerving coming from his lips. It gave legitimacy to the possibility that I was the intended victim of a vampireturned-serial killer. But it also raised other questions.

"You know, it's quite a coincidence that you were trolling across campus at the same time I was attacked by a vamp."

He lifted deeply green eyes to mine. "There was a considerable amount of luck involved."

We looked at each other for a moment.

"Ethan," I softly said, "you didn't kill Jennifer Porter, did you?"

His lashes fell, crescents of long, dark blond against golden skin. "No, I didn't kill her. Nor did anyone from my House."

I wasn't sure if I believed him, although I had no reason to doubt his honesty, not when he'd dealt with me, even I could admit, generously. I'd openly challenged the head of my House, and all I'd suffered for it was a little embarra.s.sment before a cadre of vampires I didn't know. I opened my mouth to ask about the note, but before I got anything out, something set off the gallery. They began to yell down at us, the general consensus being that I deserved a beating.

"Liege!" one yelled. "You can't let her get away with challenging you!"

He raised his gaze to his vampires. "You're right. I'll send her to her room without dessert and take away her cell phone!"

The crowd snickered, but Ethan raised a hand again, and as if he was conducting the symphony of their voices, they quieted immediately. Whatever my issues with his authority, they were clearly much less reticent.

"Friends, she made a good-faith effort to best me. And since she hasn't yet taken the oaths, she hasn't"-he glanced at me- "technically breached the Canon. Besides, she rose a mere two days ago, and nearly managed to catch me. She will make an undeniably important addition to the House, and we all know how . . . delicate our alliances are."

There were fewer t.i.tters now, mixed with reluctant nods.

"More important, she came here in fear for her life." He held up the note. "She rose a mere two days ago, and she's been threatened."

The redhead who'd accompanied him in the parlor stepped to the edge of the balcony. "Are you sure she hasn't brought war to us, my Liege?"

If I had any question as to what she was to him, her cannily c.o.c.ked hip and bedroom eyes were answer enough. Girlfriend. Lover.

Consort, if we were sticking with feudal terms. I expected to see Ethan's emerald eyes on her lush curves, but when I turned back to him, his gaze was on me, his smile c.o.c.ky, like he knew I'd been appraising his mistress.

I shrugged. "She seems nice enough, if you like the busty, voluptuous, gorgeous type."

"Much to my dismay"-and that rang clear in the irritably flat tone of his voice-"I find I have a sudden taste for stubborn, lithe brunettes with horrible fas.h.i.+on sense."

He might as well have been parroting lines from Pride and Prejudice, for all the disdain that rang through his voice, his obvious aversion at being attracted to a woman so decla.s.se. Self-conscious again of my casual clothes-but cognizant of the fact that I looked good in them-I managed not to tug at my T-s.h.i.+rt or jeans. Instead, I slipped thumbs into my belt loops and tapped fingers against my flat hips. Ethan watched the movement intensely. When his eyes lifted again, I arched an eyebrow. "Not even in your dreams, Sullivan."

He only grunted in response.

I smirked.

The door to the sparring room opened, and Malik entered with a tall man. This one wore his slacks and dress s.h.i.+rt with discomfort, and from the strong set of his jaw, broad shoulders, and tousled sun-kissed hair, I guessed he'd be more comfortable in jeans and cowboy boots. I let my gaze drop, checked his shoes. Sure enough, they were black alligator with silver-tipped toes. Called that one.

It also occurred to me that I hadn't yet seen an unattractive vampire. They were all fit, tall, impeccably groomed, undeniably handsome. Flattering, I guess, that they'd made me one of them, unless you thought too hard about the circ.u.mstances.

Ethan approached the men and handed over the note. They reviewed it in turn, chatting and occasionally glancing over at me and Mallory. She linked an arm through mine."I've decided this is going to be a treat to watch."

I slid her a dubious glance.

"I've known you for three years. That entire time, you've been puttering around the little ivory tower you built for yourself. You need to be rescued. And if you can't be rescued by Prince Tall, s.e.xy, and Alive"-she looked over at the trio of deliberating vampires and scanned Ethan's half-naked body-"he's certainly the next best thing." She made an evil-sounding chuckle. "And you complained about your oral exams. This boy's gonna be the biggest challenge of your life."

"Calling him a 'challenge' a.s.sumes I'm interested. And I wasn't puttering around. I was writing a dissertation."

"You're interested," she declared. "And given that possessive look in his eyes, I'd say he's interested, too."

"He thinks I'm unsophisticated."

She looked over at me. "You're you. Unapologetically you. And he can't do any better than that."

I kissed her cheek. "Thanks, Mal."

"Yup." She released me and ogled the threesome of vamps, who stood in a tight knot in front of us, discussing our fate. Then she rubbed her hands together. "Now. Which one do I get? How about Cowboy Pete?"

I was saved formulating an answer (which, incidentally, would have been something along the lines of "Don't you have a boyfriend?") by Ethan, who motioned us closer with a single crooked finger. When we reached the group, he gestured to his comrades. "Malik, my Second, who I believe you've met, and this is Luc, Captain of my Guards." He motioned toward us. "Merit, two-day-old Initiate, and Mallory, her roommate, who likely has the patience of a saint."

Mallory chuckled, the traitor, but then got exactly what was coming to her. Although Malik and Luc nodded in greeting, Luc then frowned down at her from his towering six feet and change.

"You have magic."

Mallory blinked. "What's that now?"

Ethan ran a finger delicately over her hair as she flinched beneath it. "Ah," he said, nodding. "I'd wondered."