Darklove (9 page)

Even with my eyes glued to the chilling smile on the woman's face, I can't stop.

When I step through the last couple, dancing and singing along with Rhine's band, the lights are now flickering to keep with the beat. The music hums just under the surface of my skin, a fierce vibration that keeps me fixated on only what's in front of me. Eli and this new woman. I'm now less than two feet from them both, and the woman looks at me with icy blue eyes. Her full lips tip upward, and her tongue darts out to lick her bottom one. She smiles.

Watch us.

My eyes are locked onto the woman and Eli less than two feet away as she tips her head to the side and draws closer to Eli. His eyes, those cerulean blue and sometimes stormy orbs that I fell in love with, pierce me now, and for a split second, I see hesitation. A flash of anger in his eyes. Then he stiffens, and those eyes now stay focused on my gaze as he lowers his head and moves his mouth over the woman's. His hand threads through her hair, pulling her head backward just a bit, and his other hand skims her throat and grasps her jaw. His tongue sweeps hers, the light glistening off its moisture, and their passion is as palpable as my own pulse. Not once does his gaze leave mine as he kisses her. The lights flash, the music thumps, and I can't do anything except stand there and watch them. As if I'm rooted to the wooden floor beneath me, paralyzed in place to stand and watch my fiancé engage in a sensual, sexually charged kiss with another woman.

I try to turn my head, but I can't. Literally, physically can't. Inside, I'm screaming. I'm dying. I'm having a mental Jerry Springer moment where I've kicked off my boots, yanking that bitch off the chair by her hair and whipping her ass for kissing my man. But it's all mental. I can't do a single thing except watch.

The woman drops her hand from Eli's chest and lets it drag slowly down his abdomen. He pulls her closer, and her hand moves over his crotch. Eli's mouth leaves hers and he kisses her throat, and his eyes are hazed and locked on to mine as his mouth tips up in a grin. All the while, Rhine's music jams the club, and everyone around us is rocking and singing, having a swell time. It's as if no one else notices that Eli and this woman are nearly having sex, right out in the open. Like no one else sees them but me. Like no one sees me, either. Where the hell is Noah?

What the hell's wrong with
me
?

I concentrate. Focus. I stare hard at her, then at Eli.
Stop, Eli. Let her the fuck go.

For a split second, something flashes in Eli's eyes. It's so fast, and so short-lived I almost question if it really happened. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her onto his lap. He's now sitting on a barstool, and he drops his mouth to her temple. The woman smiles.

Then the smile vanishes. I see nothing but hard, ice-cold hatred in her eyes.

In a blurring motion, she waves one hand in a gesture over the crowd. Her lips move, but I don't understand the low murmur coming from them.

I feel the movement before I see it. It's a low-frequency hum that nestles beneath the music, gains tempo, and then just like the sonic boom in the forest, explodes. The windows of Hush 51 blow completely out, sending shards of glass pummeling into the streets. Screams begin penetrating the trance I'm in; lights are flashing and then extinguish. Shadows and the scent of human terror wash over me, and I'm dazed, standing there, paralyzed on the floor. One second, I see the blaze of Eli's eyes in the dark. The pale white skin of the woman he's holding.

Her face, completely morphed into full-blown vampire. Incisors twice as long as the rest of her jagged white teeth drop from her gums, and her face extends forward, bones accommodating the change. Her eyes flash bloodred. Dark veins snake across her alabaster skin.

In the next second, amid the crowd's panic, they're gone. She, Eli. Vanished.

Slowly, after a few seconds, my paralysis lifts. I shake my head. Even my vision has gone blurry. I shake my head again, and then my shoulders are grabbed and I'm yanked around. I'm shocked to see Rhine standing there, looking down at me. I didn't realize the kid was that tall.

“You okay, lass?” he says. “You'd best get out of here!”

“I've got her,” Noah says, suddenly by my side.

Chaos is all around me. People are running, knocking into me now, and my stupor is slowly vanishing. I glance at Rhine. “Thanks,” I say. “Let's get these people out of here.”

Patrons are running around, frightened and screaming, and everyone is trying to fit through the narrow, double oak doors of the club. Rhine and his band members have dispersed, trying to calm people, get them to calmly exit the club. It's not working.

My mind is jumbled. Eli, the woman. She's a vampire. I know that now. The Hush 51 patrons. Priority seizes my brain, and I push vampires out of my thoughts.

I focus on the human crowd.

Stop!

As if I'd pushed the
PAUSE
button on a DVD remote, everyone stops in their tracks. I waste no time in hurrying to the front doors. I kick open the props so they both stand wide. After a brief scan of the sidewalk and street, I notice people there have stopped, too. Amazing what a panicky human with tendencies can accomplish.

I run back inside, weaving through the stone-still patrons. Noah's standing there, right where I left him. Not moving.

Oops.

I grasp his hand, and catch his gaze.
Let's go.
I say that only to Noah.

His eyes immediately brighten, and then he scowls. “Yes, ma'am.” He leads the way out of Hush 51, and once we're back outside, I glance at the patrons behind me, standing in a building that might not be so stable.

Everyone, fall into two single files and walk calmly out through the front doors.

As if a bunch of zombies being commanded by a voodoo priestess, the patrons all fall into two lines inside the club. Slowly, they start moving outside. I see now that they're not running one another over, stampede-style, so I grasp Noah's hand and pull.

“Let's go,” I say.

Now he's in front of me, pulling
me
by the hand. “Pretty impressive, Poe,” he says as we run side by side up the street, toward the river walk. “Not even sure I can pull something like that off.” He grins and faces the street. “Human shenanigans never cease to amaze me.”

We're running down High Street now, and it's a no-traffic, pedestrian-only road. Most of the businesses are closed for the night, but the streetlights illuminate the paved sidewalks, and the occasional open storefront beams its light's hue, causing shadows to stretch from sidewalk to sidewalk. The road itself is cobbled, not as old as Edinburgh, I imagine, but still pretty damn old. I'm barely paying any attention to Noah's comment as we hurry along. I've now got only one thing on my mind. Well, two.

Eli and that female vampire.

Who the hell was she? And why does it matter so much to her to see me suffer?

No words are spoken between me and Noah, yet we both know each other so well we're simultaneously searching the streets, the shadows, for Eli and the female. I home in on movements, too. Shifts in the air. Off-key sound waves that belong to neither a rat, nor a human, nor a hedgehog. I sense nothing.

Not at first.

My mind is working so hard, trying to sense and make sense of what's just happened, that I now realize we're at the curving walkway of the river Ness. I stop and stare into the water, its black depths glimmering with shards of light casting down from the streetlamps holding my gaze as I try to ignore the images of Eli embracing, kissing the female. Pain sears my insides. I feel as if someone a lot larger and stronger than me has sucker-punched me in the gut. I physically hurt. It almost doubles me over. I can't hear anything right now except the cries of my own self–pity party.

“Hey,” Noah says, and he drapes his arm over my shoulders and pulls me against him. His body is hard, not so warm, but not so cold, either. Kinda like Eli's. It's weird, getting used to that lukewarm skin. I can feel it through Noah's clothes, even. Yet I take full comfort in it right now. I slip my arms around his waist and lay my head against his rock of a chest. “Don't beat yourself up, Poe. Even I was overpowered.” He squeezes me. “That's one strong bitch. Must be old as dirt.”

I lean back and look at him. “Do you think she's controlling Eli?”

Noah's jaw tightens. His eyes are murky in the shadows of the river. “I'm not convinced of that, darlin'. I wish I was.” He sighs and crosses his arms over his chest. “She rendered me powerless back there, along with you. When you stopped, I stopped.” He sighs. “But I could still see. Still hear. Still understand. And what I saw?” I look at him, and he looks down at me and shakes his head. “Damn, Riley. The grin on Dupré's face, that look in his eye? Even gave me the fucking chills. She's sick powerful if she can control you, me, and Eli, all at once.”

A wind gusts by, and it strikes my face and makes me squint. It's chilly, maybe midthirties. I'm not uncomfortable, but I do notice the temperature. Sometimes I miss it, that very humanlike sensation of being frigidly cold and needing to bundle up and stamp my feet for warmth. Miss the absolute hell out of it.

“Something's wrong, though,” Noah says out of the blue. “I can't put a finger on it. But I feel like there's something we're not seeing.”

“With Eli?” I ask.

He glances at me. “With all of it.” He grabs me gently by my jaw, forcing me to hold his gaze. “I've not been dead so long that I don't remember what it feels like to have your heart trudged on. Even if Dupré is being controlled by that bitch, it still pisses me off. And I'm sorry you have to suffer it. You've not been yourself since Edinburgh. Since it happened.” He pulls my face closer, lowers his almost until our noses touch. “I miss the old, sarcastic, mean-ass, smart-ass Riley Poe.”

I miss her, too.
It's something that I just can't seem to help, though. Everything is darker now, since Edinburgh. Ugly dark. Coming from me, that's bad, because I've seen the shittiest, ugliest dark there is. This tops it. But maybe I've let it get to me. In a way I shouldn't have, I mean. Maybe that's part of what's blocking my abilities. I'm so blinded by grief and fury that I'm not using the extent of my tendencies. It's why that female was able to control me so thoroughly.

Maybe Noah Miles is onto something.

He grins, still obscenely close to my face.

“How come you've not even once pulled that satchel off your neck and tried to seduce me?” I ask jokingly. I narrow my gaze and wait for Noah's wiseass answer.

Instead, he widens his smile, turns my face loose, and fishes out his iPhone. After a few taps, he flips it around and lowers it. My eyes scan the picture fastened there.

Me. Noah. My mouth latched on to his, sucking his face off.

Then it hits me. I remember. The forest, after I'd dragged Eli and Vic out of the realm. Noah had used his oversensual vampire pheromones to lure me back to reality.

He'd saved my life by doing it.

Still. I glare at him, and punch him in the stomach. “Asshole. You had to take a pic of that?” I punch him again. Harder. “You literally took the time to take a pic? I was out of my mind.”

“Ow,” Noah says, ridiculously clutching his stomach. As if that had hurt him. “You don't sincerely think I'd pass up a photo op like that, do you?”

“Give me that,” I say, and reach for it. He snatches it back. Lifts it out of my reach.

“Oh, hell no, Ms. Poe. Not on your life.” He grins and stuffs his iPhone deep into his pocket. “Technology is a wonderful thing. And I've saved it to my hard drive, so stop fretting about deleting it off my cell—”

A sound distracts me, and I hold up my hand to silence Noah. He's listening now, too, and through the chilled night air, we both strain. I concentrate, breathe deeply, opening my senses. Closing my eyes, I zone out everything and envision my ear canal as a megaphone, siphoning all abstract noises and sharpening them. At once, I snap my gaze beyond the city lights. Up the river and higher. I strain so hard it almost hurts. Then I hear it. The slightest of sounds. It's a groggy, faint groan. Female.

Human.

And it's not a groan of pleasure.

I sniff the air, but it's too far away to tell. I can barely detect where the sound is coming from, and all I can do is start moving in that direction.

“Come on,” I say, and start off at a jog.

Noah's right beside me.

At once, I stop, turn around, and take off toward the river. Within seconds, I'm at a full run. The moment my boot hits the walkway hugging the river, I leap, over the water, and land in a crouch on the opposite bank. I glance behind me, just in time to see Noah land beside me. I pause and listen for a half second. We're on the same side of the river as St. Andrew's, but north of the cathedral. I turn in the direction of St. Andrew's, and slipping through the shadows, we run. It's close to two a.m. now, and patrons have thinned and humans are scarce. So the whimpering I'm homing in on, growing louder by the second, worries me. We race up Duncraig Street and turn onto Kenneth, following the human's groans. I glance at Noah as we run, and I know he hears it now. There's a cemetery up ahead, the scent of aged decay penetrating my senses and drawing me closer and closer. Fearing to be noticed by anyone simply taking out the trash, I hasten down a dark alley, find my foothold, and leap up to the rooftop. When I glance to my side, Noah's there. We head across the rooftops, bounding over chimneys and slipping on tiles, until the sound of the human's heartbeat quickens. The cemetery is there, just ahead, and I pick up speed, leaping down from the roof and landing in a full run. We're still within the city limits, but the populated areas have thinned. Tomnahurich Cemetery sits on a hillside, and as we hit the single graveled lane within, it starts to wind up the hill from the bottom. I can smell old death, bones, and rotted earth. My eyes search the area in front of me, and although it's dark out, the pale gray of the headstones stands stark against the blackness of night. Graves reach all the way up to the summit, but the human's quickened heartbeat pulls me off the path and into the wood. Through the pines and brush we race, and suddenly, I pull up short. On the far side of the hill, I hear it. Gurgling. Choking.