Part 12 (1/2)
The sword's faded outline on the wall filled me with an apprehension I couldn't fathom. I selected a splendid antique dagger from one of the display cases as a gift for Iban instead, and left a note to the store manager to put it on my personal account. I locked the door to the shop, unable to shake my unease. Sentimentality had never been part of my nature, and neither had self-a.n.a.lysis.
Still, I couldn't help concluding that the forfeiture of the sword was adding to my overall feelings of loss regarding Eleanor. Or perhaps I just thought it strange that it was gone.
I wrapped my overcoat closer around me and started to walk, not particularly caring where I was headed. Cold, bleak nights such as these would have stirred my blood not so long ago and put me in mind of the hunt. It had been many years since I'd given up the ham-handed barbarism of the old days in favor of a more subtle and civilized stalking. I might have been inspired to stalk a pretty coed walking alone from one of the bars along River Street, entice her to sit awhile with me on a park bench in the shadows. I would ply her with kisses and anesthetize her mind to the bite that would follow. She would awaken shortly, alone, none the worse save for a bit of weakness, a craving for drink, and two tiny puncture wounds on her throat.
But I was in no mood for the hunt this night. My most pressing need, as always, was more for s.e.x than food. I took out my cell phone and dialed a number. ”I know it's late,” I began. ”But as always, I'll make it worth your while. Meet me at your boutique.”
An hour later I was standing on the doorstep of Ginger's garden apartment with a gaily wrapped package in my hand. ”You don't mind a late visitor, do you?” I inquired when she opened the door. ”Especially one bearing gifts?”
”Of course not,” she said, offering me a pretty smile. She stepped aside to let me in, and the invisible barrier that would have stopped me had she not issued the invitation melted away. I gave her the gift bag, which had been carefully prepared by the female acquaintance I'd paid handsomely to open her lingerie shop after hours.
Ginger took my coat, folded it over a chair, and invited me to sit. ”What on earth can this be?”
”Open it,” I said.
Ginger issued a little squeal as she unwrapped the a.s.sortment of silk panties and bra.s.sieres. ”Oh, you shouldn't have.”
”They're to replace the ones I destroyed,” I said. She was looking quite attractive in the garment she now wore. A teddy, I believed it was called, in a swirly turquoise satin print that put one in mind of the sea.
”Ooh, you bought me a whole wardrobe of them! There's every color of the rainbow here.”
”Do you like them?”
”I love them,” she cooed. ”Would you like me to model them for you?”
Slowly I looked her up and down, from the top of her auburn hair down to the swell of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the hollow of her waist and the curve of her hips. Down to the place where the scalloped edge of the sea-colored satin barely covered her s.e.x, along her fine, long legs to her shapely feet with their pink-painted toenails.
”No,” I said. ”I want you bare.”
”Then bare I'll be.”
She smiled and wriggled her shoulders just enough to loosen the spaghetti straps of her garment; she then let it slide down her body to pool at her slender ankles. In the darkness of last night's encounter I hadn't seen her body as clearly as I would have wished, even with my keen, vampiric sight. Now I let my gaze feast on her perfection.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were full and heavy. Whether this was a feat of nature or modern engineering I neither knew nor cared, especially when she leaned over me for a kiss. I cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s in my palms and the nipples responded by becoming erect. I removed my lips from hers and gave them over to her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, suckling as if I could wrest from them the life-giving human blood I craved.
Ginger moaned deeply and pressed more firmly against me as she reached to unfasten my trousers. She seized and stroked me with both hands, my own moan involuntarily removing my lips from her nipple. Kneeling before me, she took me in her mouth and let her lips move up and down the length of my shaft in an intoxicating rhythm that put me in mind of ocean waves pounding their way onto the sh.o.r.e.
She released me from her mouth and straddled me, putting me inside her. I cradled her bottom in my hands and drew her closer, fitting my c.o.c.k inside her as deeply as her body would allow. She gasped and drew her legs up involuntarily and perhaps defensively, but the movement only allowed me to probe more deeply. I pulled back slightly for another stroke and arched my back to go deeper still. She took a deep breath and s.h.i.+fted, trying to relax so she could accommodate more of me.
”That's it,” I whispered as I drew out of her, a little more this time. I thrust again, only harder. And so it went until both of us came together in a violent sun-burst of sensation.
As I laid my head back against the chair, sated, I let the memories of other times and other lips overtake me, and I could have sworn I smelled the faint fragrance of lavender.
Jack I wondered if Melaphia knew of some spell or potion that could turn me to stone.
I'd wept until I couldn't anymore. Did you know that vampire tears appear pink against white linens? I guess it's because they're mixed with the blood that animates us. I'd seen my own tears so rarely in my immortal lifetime that their unnatural color always shocked me, made me wonder just for a moment why they looked that way. Then I remembered.
Maybe one day I would stop hating the things that reminded me I was dead. William had been right all the times he told me that I still felt more human than vampire. He told me once that I would wake up one night having put all memories of being human behind me, and only then would I have come of age as a blood drinker.
Only then would I stop being shocked at the color of my own tears.
I stood mutely outside Connie's apartment door with a bouquet of lilacs in my hand. Connie must have sensed me there with her brand-new slayer perceptiveness, because she opened the door I was too much of a coward to knock on.
”There you are,” she said. She took the flowers from my hand and I followed her into the apartment. ”My favorite. How in the world did you get them? You don't see them in florist shops very often even when they're in season.”
I shrugged in response and sat on the couch while she got a vase from the kitchen. She returned and set the vase on an end table beside us. I put my arm around her and hugged her close when she sat beside me.
”You're awfully quiet tonight,” she said.
”I guess so.” I held her tighter and took one of her hands in mine, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her smooth, soft skin. Warm human skin. ”I don't feel much like talking, but I want to hear you talk.”
”What do you mean?” She twisted her head to look up at me quizzically. The movement bared her pale throat, sending a wave of pain and guilt over me. I forced myself to look away.
”I want you to tell me everything about yourself.” ”You already know my checkered past,” she said.
”I told you about being abandoned and adopted, all of that.” Her face took on a strained look for a moment, and I knew she was considering the idea of telling me about the tragic event that had brought her to Savannah and to me. And ultimately to her death, although she didn't know it yet.
But I didn't want our last conversation to be sad. I didn't want to see hurt in her eyes. ”Your middle name,” I blurted. ”What is it?”
”Huh?”
I couldn't help myself. I had to smile at the funny expression she gave me, at the way her eyes crinkled at the edges when she came close to laughing. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to memorize that look so that I could hold it for as long as I might exist, though to conjure it in my memory would only mean suffering.
”Don't you think I should know your middle name? I want to know everything about you. Like-what's your favorite flavor of ice cream? Um, what was your high school like? Why the little toe on your right foot is so ugly.”
She punched me playfully on the chest, laughing. ”That toe is a badge of honor. I broke it in the state soccer tournament and we won.”
”Hey, watch the pecs,” I said, rubbing my chest. ”I would hate to see what you'd do to me if you'd lost. And the ice cream?”
”White chocolate chunk.”
”I've never tasted white chocolate in my life,” I said. She opened her mouth to give me one of her witty remarks and then fell silent.
There I went again, reminding us both that I was a vampire. ”What about that high school?” I said, changing the subject.
”I went to Saint Pius the Tenth high school,” she said. ”Known affectionately in Atlanta as Pi High.”
”That sounds wholesome.”
”Oh, it was. The nuns made sure of that.”
”And your middle name?”
”I have several. Take your pick. My name is Lareina Senalda Drina Consuela Adalia, but you can call me Connie.”
”I'm honored. That's a long name to saddle on a little bitty baby.”