Лорел Гамильтон - Danse Macabre

«I believe you have succeeded, Anita. If Augustine follows you and Jean-Claude about like a lovesick puppy, then the rest will fear you. Some may even take back their offers of pomme de sang for fear of having you feed off them the way you fed off Augustine's people.»

«We fed from Augustine's people because he is their master,» Jean-Claude said. «No others offer themselves to ma petite's bed.»

«Perhaps,» Samuel said, «but I think if they did know what has happened with Augustine, they might be tempted. There is something about her that draws one. Even I feel it, and I am not of Belle's line.»

«How strongly drawn?» Jean-Claude asked in that careful voice.

The two vampires looked at each other. There was suddenly something between them, not magic, but almost as if willpower could be something touchable.

«That is an odd question,» Samuel said.

«Is it?» Jean-Claude asked, and his voice held a lilt at the end that sounded strangely chiding.

Samuel settled back against the love seat, as if he was going to be there for a while. Somehow they both knew they were negotiating. «It was surprisingly bad manners for Augustine to have started a fight with your human servant.»

«Yes,» Jean-Claude said, «it seemed out of character for him, don't you think?»

Samuel nodded. «I do.»

Richard's free hand found mine where it rested on his leg. He began to run his thumb over my knuckles, as if he'd picked up the tension, too. Something was up, but what? What was Jean-Claude up to? I wasn't used to being shut out by both of the men, especially when we were touching, but whatever was happening tonight, Jean-Claude was holding us tight shut against each other. He usually only did that when he was afraid of what would happen if the marks opened. After our little show-down with Auggie I wasn't going to argue, but it made me head-blind around them, and I wasn't used to that. I hadn't realized that I'd started counting on getting hints from both their minds.

«I need advice, Samuel, advice from another Master of the City.»

«What could I possibly advise you on? You are a sourdre de sang . I am but an ordinary Master of the City.»

«I crave your wisdom, not your power.»

The two of them stared at each other, and neither face showed a damn thing. Note to self, never play poker with master vamps . «I am always glad to share my wisdom with my friends.»

«I need your trust, as well, Samuel.»

«Friends must always trust each other.»

I had a moment to wonder if «friends» meant for them what it had meant for Augustine and Jean-Claude. Not the time to ask.

«I trusted you tonight, Samuel, but Thea tried to force herself, and your Thomas, on my human servant. That is not the way a trusted friend behaves.»

«I can only give you my deepest apologies, Jean-Claude. Thea is sometimes overly enthusiastic in her pursuit of our sons' powers.»

Sampson and I both laughed at the same time. The vampires looked at us. «Sorry,» I said, «but I think you're understating it.»

«Mother, overly enthusiastic in pursuit of her children's destiny,» Sampson laughed again, shaking his head.

Samuel frowned at him. Then he sighed and turned back to Jean-Claude. «Once I helped you, not for money, but because Augustine was my friend, and he asked a favor.»

«Your ship was my escape to the new world,» Jean-Claude said.

I remembered Auggie, in Jean-Claude's memory, saying something about a ship and a captain he trusted. Had that been Samuel?

«I propose that we put aside mistrust, and speak plainly. I propose that we act as true friends and not adversaries.»

«All master vampires are adversaries,» Jean-Claude said.

Samuel smiled. «You speak what you have been told, not what you believe.» He looked at Asher. «He is master enough to have his own territory, but he stays with you out of love. You do not fear each other.»

«No, but you and I have never been close in the way of lovers.»

Samuel waved his hand in the air as if Jean-Claude had missed his point. «I do not covet your lands. Do you covet mine?»

Jean-Claude smiled. «No.»

«I do not covet your lady, do you covet mine?»

Jean-Claude shook his head. «No.»

«We have different animals to call, so that cannot even be shared. We are no threat to each other, Jean-Claude, our powers are too different. Let us help each other, and leave off this game playing. Let us come in honesty and friendship.»

Jean-Claude gave one brief nod. «Agreed.» Then he gave a wide smile. «You first.»

Samuel laughed, sudden and wide enough to flash fangs. It was an echo of Sampson's laughter, as if when human he'd been even more like his son.

The thought made me wonder: if I was pregnant, who would the baby be like? Would it be a little carbon copy of someone? Would there be a little Jean-Claude running around? The thought of a baby was terrifying, but the thought of a little living version of Jean-Claude wasn't horrible. I shook my head, hard enough that they all looked at me.

«What is wrong, ma petite ?»

«Sorry, thinking too hard. Maybe I've never seen master vamps talk about honesty and friendship. Takes some getting used to.»

Samuel smiled at me. «I suppose for the Executioner, it would be a very alien concept.»

I shook my head. «No, as Jean-Claude's human servant, that is where it gets weird. As the Executioner I just kill people, I don't talk to them.»

He looked at me with those brown-green eyes, a long, considering look. He turned the look back to Jean-Claude. «I think we can help each other, Jean-Claude. I will begin.» He gave a long sigh. «When Sampson said that Thea does not think like a human, he is quite right. She is the last of the sirens, and it preys upon her mind. She sees the promise of power in our boys, and she is determined that it be brought out.» Samuel hesitated, and even through centuries of control he seemed uncomfortable. «Thea comes from a time and a people where close family relationships were not a hindrance to sex, or even marriage. Her people were worshipped as gods and goddesses. Are you familiar with the Greek mythos?»

«Anyone who is classically educated is familiar with the myths,» Jean-Claude said.

«You're making this a long story, Father.»

Samuel looked at him. «I admit that now that the time has come to be honest, I am having second thoughts.»

Sampson touched his father's hand. «Let me, then.»

He shook his head. «No, I am master, and father, and I will do it.» He looked back at Jean-Claude. «Thea tried to bring Sampson into his powers as a siren.»

Jean-Claude and I just blinked at him. Richard was lost, because we hadn't given him the whole story about how sirens come into their power. Or had we? I couldn't remember anymore. I was the one who said, «Do you mean that your wife tried to seduce your son?»

He nodded. «Sampson came to me, and I told her, in no uncertain terms, that if she ever tried to do it again I would kill her. When the twins began to exhibit faint signs of power, I gave her the talk again.»

«Would you truly slay her?» Jean-Claude asked.

The polite mask dropped, and Samuel's eyes blazed for a second, before he lowered his eyes, and hid the anger. «I love my wife, but I love my sons, and they are children and cannot protect themselves against her.»

«In my mother's defense,» Sampson said, «when I said no, she took no for an answer. She didn't have to. I'm her son, but I'm not a siren yet; if she'd pushed her powers, then I wouldn't have had a choice. She stopped when she realized I was horrified. She didn't understand why it bothered me, but she accepted it.»

Richard and I exchanged glances, and for the first time I think we were both thinking, Gee, it could be worse . That there was a vampire out there sexually more disturbing than Jean-Claude and Belle Morte. EEEK!