Cara Mia - Book One of the Immortyl Revolution (13 page)

“Congratulations. Am I keeping you from something?”

Jean.
That’s all Mia needed, some demon, as she put it, to torment him with. “Nothing— just tired.”

“You’ve been looking at your watch all evening. Someone’s waiting for you— but not Rima.”

“How did you know my wife’s name? You just asked if I was married.”

“I do my homework, remember?”

“My personal life is off-limits.”

“Always demons lurking round the corner, blond demons and dark ones. You prefer blonde, but your secrets are safe with me, Joe.”

So she knew about him and Jean. “My secrets are none of your goddamned business.”

“Demons have a habit of devouring the soul if you keep them locked up.”

He rose, gathering his belongings. “I have no interest in demons!”

Her face twisted up. “You should, once they take hold, there’s no turning back.”

He turned his back on her. “I’m really getting tired of these mind games, Mia.”

“Mind games?” she laughed. “You have no idea… My regards to Jean.”

He turned at the door as he let himself out. “Fuck you.”

Mia only sat there, smiling her Mona Lisa smile.

By the time Joe entered Mia’s cell a week later, everyone but security had gone for the night. He was exhausted from his hectic schedule, worried he’d fall asleep and not really in the mood to deal with Mia’s barbs.

He found her bent over a charcoal drawing of Kurt, capturing his haunted expression very well in stark black and white. “That’s pretty good.”

“If I can’t have him at least I’ll be able to remember what he looks like. Isn’t he beautiful?”

“I don’t make a habit of looking at other men.”

Her face twisted with malicious humor. “Afraid you might like what you see too much?”

He noted the bag of blood floating in the hot water bath. “I’m sorry— you haven’t uh— fed yet.”

“Nasty stuff. You could spike it a little or something.”

“Sucking blood from a plastic bag doesn’t cut it?”

She tipped back her chair. “Not really— they even brought it cold at first, but finally someone caught on to the fact that we like it warmed, so now they heat it to 98.6. Immortyls function just fine on donated blood, and actually a lot do these days, but the experience is lacking, like a baby must feel when it’s taken away from the breast and someone shoves a rubber nipple in its mouth. The contact, the life isn’t there.”

“I’m not sure I understand.”

“How about this analogy? It’s like masturbation: you’re relieved but you would prefer a living, breathing partner.”

“I see.”

Her face dimpled malevolently. “All that blood rushing through the body. Zing go the strings of your heart, so to speak.”

“We’ve been analyzing your neurotransmitters. Your seratonin levels are lower than those of mortals.”

“Going to put me on Prozac?”

“We’ve no idea of the effect antidepressant drugs would have on your system. Frankly, I was alarmed by the lasting effect sedatives had on you. I’ve ordered no drugs be used on either one of you, until we understand the full effect they have. However, on the positive side we
have
found a neurotransmitter unique to vampires. Perhaps it helps with muscle functions and responses, why you’re faster and stronger.”

“Congratulations.”

“I’m kind of tired, Mia. If you don’t mind?”

She peered at his face. “You look like shit. Maybe you should go home and get some sleep after work?”

He ignored her oblique reference to Jean. “Do you need to— uh?”

“Not hungry at the moment.” She put down the charcoal and went into the bathroom to wash her hands, taking a moment at the mirror to preen before she returned.

He pulled out his notebook and collapsed into a chair. “Let’s get on with it. You said something last time about a trip to Italy?”

She settled down onto the bed with a bottle of nail polish and proceeded to pain her toenails. “Yeah, where I first got mixed up in all this mess… Well, the villa was everything Ethan promised, small and rustic with weathered old whitewashed walls and red-tiled roof, covered in blood red climbing roses. The overgrown terraced garden had a blue tiled fountain and paths winding down the rocky hillside to the beach. But the bay, restless waves breaking on the rocks, the smell of salt and iodine, the shimmering silver ribbon of moonlight over its surface, completed the romantic picture.

Our respite ended a few nights after our arrival when a boat roared up to our dock. I lay drowsy in Ethan’s arms, annoyed by the sudden interruption to our erotic evening ritual. Ethan raised himself from my body, placing his fingers to my lips. “Get dressed.”

I gawked at him until it dawned on me why he was behaving in this fashion. “Who is it?”

“Gaius Lupus,
elder
of these parts. I telegrammed before we sailed seeking permission to stay in his territory. Not a word until he addresses you, understand? Eyes averted— I know you find it difficult but a little feigned modesty is in order.”

He put on his robe and went downstairs to answer the door.

Dressing hastily, I galloped down the steps to join Ethan and our visitor below. Freezing mid-way, I caught eyes so black you couldn’t tell iris from pupil. His dark hair was touched with silver and nose aquiline. Words flowed olive oil smooth from his full lips, “
Che bella.
”

Ethan glared as I slowed my descent to a dignified glide. Taking my hand, he presented me to our guest. “Gaius, this is my Mia.”

Luckily he introduced me in English. It would have been ridiculous in Italian.
Mia mia.
Gaius took my hand and raised it to his lips. He wasn’t quite Ethan’s stature but nearly six feet. He resembled a man of fifty, carrying himself with an air of soldierly authority, utterly relaxed but the smile oozing all over his face was very creepy— like moray eels in the bay. No tiny movements in the facial muscles, no shifting of weight from foot to foot as a human being would do. He barely seemed to breathe. Only his heartbeat gave him away as a living being. Where Ethan’s composed arrogance still smacked of humanity, Gaius was one of the legendary walking dead.

The ancient’s smile broadened as his eyes took stock of me. Ignoring Ethan’s warning, I met his gaze, determined not to show fear.

“Interesting.” A glimmer of emotion flickered when he spoke, “You’ve secrets in your eyes, child. What are you hiding, eh? She has the look of the Neapolitans.”

Ethan spoke for me. “Her mortal father was a Disantini.”

Gaius’s mouthed twitched with suppressed laughter. “If I’d known the Disantini to produce such a girl, I’d have taken her myself. Their women are uniformly hideous— but the youngest son immigrated to America, over some affair with a servant, actually insisted on marrying her. Threw away his fortune. Ah well, there’s no fortune left to speak of. This is the child? Dear boy, the Disantini have a reputation for ruthlessness. What sort of mischief can we expect from this little pomegranate blossom?” He sank down regally in one of the heavy old chairs. “My old friend Brovik recently passed through asking after you. I told him I’d not seen you since before the war. Now you arrive on my doorstep with this girl. There will be no trouble?”

Who was Brovik? Was this Ethan’s progenitor?

Ethan’s hackles rose ever so slightly. “No.” He put his arm around me. “I’m here for pleasure.”

“Apparently so.” Gaius’s fingers drummed on the chair’s arm. Smooth slightly golden skin covered his be-ringed hands, the backs covered in fine black, spidery hair. “Bring Mia to the palazzo. The girls are always glad to see you.” Gaius leaned forward to me. “How
did
one of the wicked Disantini come to be among us, via America, no less? Speak up, little one. Are you a very she-devil, as your predecessors— or a romantic fool like your father?”

The old pervert’s attitude irritated the shit out of me. If I opened my big mouth I’d regret it, but still Ethan prompted me.

“Mia, my dearest, answer Lord Gaius.”

Gaius waited. I looked first at Ethan then to him.

“Is she stupid?”

Vitriol bubbled up to the surface. “The fuck I will.”

Ethan turned purplish. “Mia! Apologize
at once
!”

“Apologize, my ass! I don’t care if he’s the lord-high demon of Hades.”

Gaius blinked, I must have shocked him, but then he began to laugh, very hard. “Dear boy, you’ve no idea what you’ve gotten into.”

“I’ve a fair idea.”

“Proud and
passionate
,” Gaius leaned forward, his hungry smile revealing fangs, a grinning Disney wolf. “What will the Northman say?”

“The Northman? Ethan, you have some
explaining
to do.”

“Mia, upstairs,
now
!” Ethan commanded in a dangerously low tone. “I do apologize for her rudeness.” I didn’t budge. Ethan gave me a threatening look. “We’ll talk
later
Mia, go.”

Gaius raised his hand. “I’m not offended. Indeed, I’m intrigued. In answer to your question little one, the Northman is
elder
of your
house
. I’m surprised your
lord
hasn’t spoken of him. Brovik is an old friend of mine— a very old friend. His domain lies to the North, from Britain and above. He’ll no doubt want to make your acquaintance. Ethan, you know your duty. I won’t interfere, but neither will I lie.”

“Of course, he’ll be informed we’re here. I wouldn’t dare offend your hospitality.”

“Good, when shall we expect you on Capri?”

“Soon, give my regards to your ladies.”

Rising from the chair, Gaius crossed the room and inclined his head slightly. Ethan bowed, and they shook hands warily, two dogs cautiously sniffing around each other.

“Until then, Ethan.” Gaius bowed to me and raised my hand to his lips. “
Cara mia
, our world is much more dangerous with you in it.” He laughed and took the liberty of pinching my cheek.

Once Gaius was roaring back across the bay, Ethan checked the locks on the doors and windows and tested the electronic security system to see if it was functioning.

I threw myself in disgust into the chair Gaius had vacated. “What a jerk!”

Ethan sputtered with anger as he turned to face me. “Do you have any idea of what he is?”

I was definitely not in the mood to be scolded. “An arrogant old pervert!”

Ethan paced agitatedly about the room. “He’s
two thousand
years old, a former Roman general, not someone to trifle with. He’s called the
Wolf
, what makes you think you could take him on?”

I affected a casual pose examining my perfectly painted fingernails. “I’m not impressed.”

“You’d better be. He says if we stay or go. He’s the closest thing this place has had to an emperor in a thousand years, and just as corrupt. Don’t do anything else to encourage him. Meeting his eyes, taunting him, it’s a challenge Mia.”

“For heaven’s sake, it’s nineteen fifty one!”

He closed the heavy draperies. “I’ve told you how they are.”

“You’ve evaded my questions for a year now. Tell me about Brovik!”

“There’s nothing to tell. He made me, period!”

“No, I won’t accept that.”

“You’ll have to.” He strode to the door. “I’m going out. Lock the door behind me and stay inside.”

“You can’t keep me locked up forever!”

“Can’t I?” He laughed. “What would you do with this freedom you so desperately desire? That old monster on Capri would snatch you up in his jaws in a heartbeat, and you’d be one of
three
concubines. You wouldn’t like their games much.”

“Games?”

Ethan’s eyes turned to chips of blue ice. “My poor innocent lamb, you can’t imagine the things they get up to.”

And there I was stuck again, despite the new locale.

Two hours later, he still hadn’t returned. I was agitated and restless. I wanted to be outside. What would be the harm of strolling along the beach?

I took the steep steps down to the narrow strip of sand and rock. Slipping off my sandals, I headed off blithely down the beach, the sand cool and moist under my bare feet. Balmy Mediterranean breezes ruffled my hair and over my face. Tentatively, I dipped a toe into the dark water, inviting as a warm bathtub. Wading deeper, the water lapped at my dress and dampened the hem. I lifted the skirt above my knees and continued to wander.

Moonlight cut a swath of silver across the bay’s blackened surface. Far out on the horizon, tiny lights winked on the boats anchored there. The wind whipped my hair about my face.

Release! I stretched my arms out before me, not caring if my dress got wet, and closed my eyes, enjoying the sting of the salt spray against my face. Why had this vampire never communed with the night? I raised my eyes to the stars and moon, laughing out loud at my rebellion. I spun in circles, holding my arms stretched wide to embrace the darkness, faster and faster, a tiny cyclone. Delirious abandon! Blessed freedom, to fly alone in the night free of the falconer!

Fragrance hung heavy in the air. Male. I turned toward the scent. The hairs rose on the back of my neck as I got a better whiff.
Danger.
Something was wrong, it wasn’t Ethan’s scent and there was more than one.

I stood dead still, listening to the whisper of footsteps and heartbeats, the slightest shifting and crunching in the sand. One, two, no three— closing in quickly. Panicking, I ran toward the steps as fast as my legs could carry me. At full speed, I’d beat a gazelle, but they were cheetahs and easily overtook me in that short distance. Remembering Ethan always cautioned to show no fear, I froze as they surrounded, appalled and amazed by their appearance.

All three had the look of pubescent boys, thirteen or fourteen, but spared the awkwardness of early adolescence, graceful, their enchanting, unblemished faces polished marble. All were somewhat raggedly dressed in the manner of street kids. Glittering eyes watched me curiously as they speculated in Italian where I’d come from and who I belonged to. Their circle around me tightened. Laughter tinkled like crystal bells. I felt like Wendy in a very bizarre part of Neverland. Ethan said this ancient world wasn’t the one I’d left behind. Nothing was sacred to these monsters, certainly not childhood. On each was a small mark behind the left ear, of the she-wolf suckling Romulus and Remus.