Phantom Shadows Part 32

Melanie had feared relations between her and Chris would be strained after she embarra.s.sed him at the meeting, but he behaved the same way he always had: all business, but cordial.

As soon as Bastien hung up, she called Chris to warn him their first new vampire recruit was on his way. Activity exploded on Sublevel 5. Dr. Whetsman ducked into the stairwell and skedaddled upstairs, the wuss. Additional guards disembarked from the elevator.

Standing in the doorway of her office, Melanie watched Chris consult Todd beside the desk positioned near the elevator doors.

Linda stepped into the doorway of the lab next door. "I kinda feel sorry for the vampire. All these guys and guns . . . h.e.l.l, they're even making me a little nervous. Can you imagine how he's going to feel?"

"Hmm. You have a point." Melanie dodged elbows and weapons and big, masculine bodies as she headed up the hallway toward her boss. "Mr. Reordon?"

He turned around. "Yes?"

"Bastien couldn't say anything in front of the vampire, but I got the impression the guy's pretty nervous. I think seeing this"-she motioned to the hard-looking guards armed with automatic weapons that clogged the hallway-"might freak him out."

Chris took in the foreboding men around them. "Where did Bastien say Richart was going to teleport him in?"

"I suggested my office. I thought it would be more welcoming than the lab."

He nodded. "I won't take the men off the floor, but I'll keep most of them out of sight. What's the plan?"

That was a relief. "I thought I would just introduce myself, let him get acclimated a bit, then show him to Vincent's apartment."

Chris had had it refurbished after Vince had been destroyed. Melanie wasn't sure why. At the time, the chances of finding another vampire willing to live there had seemed astronomically low.

"I'll spread the men out on the floor, take the OR, the break room, Linda's office, the labs, and the stairwell and only leave a few visible in the hallway."

"Sounds good. I'll let you know when Stuart is settled."

"Stuart?"

"That's the new recruit's name."

He nodded and turned back to Todd.

As she walked back to her office, a sheet of paper slipped from beneath Cliff's door and slid across the hallway.

Melanie picked it up, turned it over, and read Cliff's neat handwriting: You need to sedate Joe. He's ranting again. And if the new vampire hears some of the things Joe is saying, I guarantee you he'll try to bolt.

"What is it?" Linda asked, joining her and peering curiously at the note.

Melanie showed it to her.

Linda patted her shoulder. "I'll take care of it."

"Thanks."

The rest of the conversation was spoken with the sign language both women had learned when they had realized the vampires could hear everything, all the way up to the ground floor.

Give him the low dose, enough to calm him, but not enough to knock him out, Melanie signed.

Okay.

Melanie understood the relief on Linda's face. Both women preferred administering the lower dose to knocking the vampires out with a full one. The latter left the vamps fuzzy-headed when they awoke.

Be careful, Melanie added. If he's headed for another break, he may not understand. Have a couple of the guards handy . . . just in case.

I will.

Melanie ducked between two guards.

"Hi, Doc."

"Hey, Doc."

She waved and darted back into her office, closing the door behind her. Richart could teleport them in at any minute and she didn't want the new vamp to see the growing army in the hallway. He would hear their heartbeats once he arrived. That was unavoidable. But with any luck, he would think at least some of those were the heartbeats of regular employees like herself.

Minutes pa.s.sed. Sublevel 5 quieted.

Biting her lip, Melanie consulted her watch. What was taking so long? Had Bastien antic.i.p.ated Chris's actions and decided to give them a little more time to prepare?

Rustling sounded behind her.

Melanie spun around, startled by the three males who stood there despite having expected them. "I see why Seth calls ahead to warn Sarah."

"Sorry it took so long," Bastien said.

She noted the damp patches on his and Richart's clothing, the red speckles and streaks on their faces. "Did something happen?"

The vampire sandwiched between them bore no stains on his clothing, so their fight must have been with someone else.

"There were other vamps at the rendezvous site," Richart explained.

Bastien nodded, brows drawn down into a V. "p.i.s.sing on my property," he grumbled.

Ooh. Very unwise. She glanced at Stuart, wondering why Bastien hadn't pummeled him for bringing such disrespectful companions with him.

Stuart gave his head a vigorous shake and held up both hands. "I didn't know 'em. They just happened to be there, checking out Bastien's legendary lair."

"Ah." She drew closer to Bastien and patted his arm. "I a.s.sume you kicked their a.s.ses?"

He shrugged. "The madness had progressed too far in all of them. They were beyond our help, so we destroyed them."

"And enjoyed it a little too much, I'm guessing."

He smiled. "Just with the p.i.s.ser."

Melanie laughed.

Stuart's fascinated gaze skipped back and forth between them. "Dude, you're dating a human? Y'all can do that?"

Bastien's handsome face grew uneasy.

Melanie shook her head. Hopefully, in time, he would stop worrying about the detrimental effects their relations.h.i.+p might have on her life and career. "Yes, we're dating. And the jury is still out on whether or not it's acceptable because Bastien has a bit of a checkered past." She held her hand out with a smile. "I didn't formally introduce myself the other night. I'm Dr. Melanie Lipton. It's nice to meet you, Stuart."

Bastien knew Melanie didn't want him to put her on a pedestal, but he practically threw her up there when she smiled at Stuart and offered him her small, pale hand.

d.a.m.n, he liked her. Okay, loved her. That tingly, sappy, I-just-want-to-hold-her feeling warming him like brandy must be love. She was just so brave. And smart. And beautiful. Willing to put her own safety at risk to aid others. Welcoming another vampire into her territory and attempting to put him at ease.

Stuart took her hand and shook it with care. "Yes, ma'am. I'm sorry I cut you."

"Don't worry about it. Welcome to the network."

"Thank you."

"I head the viral research we're doing here and frequently work with the other vampires. There are two currently in residence-Cliff and Joe."

Welcome, Stuart, Bastien heard Cliff say. I'm Cliff. It'll be nice to have another vampire to hang around with.

Stuart looked toward the hallway. "You're one of the vampires?"

Yes. I know you're probably scared . . .

Melanie caught Bastien's gaze. "Is Cliff talking to him?"

"Yes."

I sure as h.e.l.l was. But you can relax. Dr. Lipton is great. So are Linda and some of the others we work with. And you don't have to constantly be on your guard here, worrying about humans discovering what you are, or vampires attacking you, or wondering if you'll find a safe place to rest during the day. You made the right decision.

"How do I know you're not an immortal just saying that to get me to drop my guard?" Stuart asked, his face reflecting both suspicion and hope.

Well for one thing, immortals are powerful enough that they don't need to coax you into letting down your guard. They can overpower you and do whatever it is you think they might do with very little effort. For another, I was one of Bastien's followers. I surrendered the night of the final battle with the immortals at his lair and have been living here ever since. But you'll learn all of this and more eventually.

"What about the other one? Where is he?"

Bastien caught Melanie's gaze. "Where's Joe?"

She bit her lip and looked uneasy. "I think he's resting."

Had she had to sedate Joe? Had he had a break? Or had she worried what Joe might say to Stuart?

I'm here, Joe said, voice low and emotionless. He had definitely been drugged. The virus is f.u.c.king with my head today. Listen to Cliff. He isn't as far gone as I am. I think . . . I think I'm not seeing things clearly right now. Cliff is.

Stuart sobered. He turned to Melanie. "Can you help us?"

"I hope so, Stuart. That's why I'm glad you're here. The more I learn and the more insight you and other vampires can provide me with, the closer we'll get to finding a method of preventing the madness."

Stuart nodded. "What can I do?"

"For now? If you aren't averse to it, I'd like to take a small sample of your blood, then we can get you settled in your new apartment."

Stuart looked at Bastien. "It's . . . it's really an apartment? It's not a cell?"

This isn't a prison, Stuart. We live well here, Cliff said. We each have our own apartment with whatever furnis.h.i.+ngs and electronic gadgets we want, though our phone and Internet activity is monitored for safety's sake.

Bastien smiled and nodded as Stuart's eyes widened.

"So . . . I get my own place?"

Melanie smiled. "Yes. We want you to be comfortable and, more important, happy here."

Stuart looked stunned. "I've never had my own apartment before. Or my own room. I always had to share . . . with my brothers or with a dorm mate. Man, I had some sucky dorm mates."

Melanie laughed. "Well, let's hurry and do your blood work so you can get settled."

Stuart gave her an enthusiastic nod.

Bastien touched her arm as she started to turn away. "We should get back to hunting. Stuart said something went down at Duke last night, so every immortal needs to be out there trying to find Emrys and his men before they find more vampires."

Her brow creased with worry as she tilted her head back to meet his gaze. "Okay. Be careful."

"I will." He started to move away.

She held on to his arm and tapped her lips with her index finger. "Kiss?"

Bastien might be mistaken, but he was pretty sure the heat stealing up his neck as he looked at the others was a blush.

Stuart snickered. Richart grinned and crossed his arms over his chest.

Full of aw-shucks, Bastien bent and pressed his lips to Melanie's. Drawing back, he decided she tasted too good not to go back for seconds and proceeded to kiss the stuffing out of her.

"Okay, sport." Richart grasped the neck of Bastien's coat and gave it a yank, forcing them apart. "You can come back for more later." He smiled at Melanie, whose eyes were bright and cheeks were flushed. "Always a pleasure."

Then Bastien and Richart were being buffeted by a strong wintery wind atop Perkins Library at Duke University.

Richart may as well have dumped Bastien in a cold shower.

Lisette's slender figure stepped from the shadows. She did not look pleased to see them. "I told you I was fine."

The frown on her lovely face dissolved as her gaze dropped to the very obvious bulge in Bastien's pants. "Is that for me? Because I will admit to having a fondness for bad boys."

Bastien sighed. Some nights the headaches sp.a.w.ned by living with immortals seemed far worse than those vampires could provoke.

Stuart loved his apartment.

Sitting at the desk in her office, Melanie smiled as she made several notations in the chart she had begun for him. He had been so eager to see "his new place" that she had relented and taken him there first.

He had been astounded by the size and room he'd been afforded. While he had sat on the sofa and ogled the large flat-screen TV, cushy furniture, and a.s.sorted electronic playthings, she had drawn blood, measured his blood pressure, taken his temperature, and done all of the usual things doctors and nurses did to humans who went in for a physical.