Laurell Hamilton: Affliction

‘I thought we took out the last rebels, or do you know something I don’t?’

‘I do not know of rebels in our country, but I know with certainty that there is discontent, because there is always discontent. Never in any government of any form is everyone in an entire country happy with being ruled. It is the nature of the political beast to be hated.’

‘So you’re saying they hate us because we formed a council to keep them safe from all the rogue vampires?’

‘I’m saying that they ran to us for safety, but now that they feel safe, they will begin to look at the very power that enabled us to keep them safe, and they will begin to mistrust it, even fear it.’

‘Well, isn’t that just peachy. So, Micah, Nathaniel and I can’t go to see his father.’

‘Why Nathaniel?’

‘He’s our third. Micah wants him to come.’

‘Ah, I thought perhaps you were taking Nathaniel as your leopard to call, and Damian as well, as your vampire part of your own triumvirate of power.’ A super-powerful vampire could form a three-way power structure between their human servant and a wereanimal whose beast form was their normal animal to call, but I was the first human to be able to do my own equivalent of it. Jean-Claude thought that the fact that I was a necromancer and his human servant had enabled me to do the metaphysically impossible, but honestly, we didn’t know how I’d done it, just that I had.

‘I hadn’t planned on taking Damian. He’s part of my power base, but he’s not our sweetie.’

‘He is your lover on occasion.’

‘If I took everyone who was my lover on occasion, we’d need a bigger plane.’

He laughed, that wonderful, touchable sound that thrilled down my skin as if he were touching me over the phone. It made me shiver. His voice still held that deep edge of masculine laughter as he said, ‘Very true, ma petite , very true.’

I had to swallow past the pulse in my throat. He’d made me breathless with just his voice. ‘God, Jean-Claude, stop that. I can’t think when you do that.’

He laughed again, which didn’t help at all. I realized he was doing it very deliberately when I felt the weight deep inside my body like the promise of orgasm. ‘Don’t you dare!’

The power began to retreat. He’d never been able to make me do the full-blown orgasm over the phone with just his voice until he’d been made head of the new American version of the vampire council. I’d known that it meant that all the master vampires had to make a fealty oath to Jean-Claude as their leader, but I hadn’t understood that it came with a power bump, or what that might mean. We’d had no choice. It was us in charge or someone else, and I trusted us.

‘I am sorry, ma petite , this new power level is a heady thing. I can see why the other masters fear the head of the council, because to be head and take the oaths of their leaders means we have a little bit of all their power. It is a great deal of power.’

‘You’re saying if you weren’t a better person that power corrupts and this much power would corrupt you absolutely?’

‘I am not always certain that it is I who am the better person, ma petite , but together we are the better person.’

‘I don’t think I’m always the civilizing influence, Jean-Claude.’

‘Nor do I, but through all the metaphysics we have Richard’s conscience, Micah’s sense of fellowship, Nathaniel’s gentleness, Cynric’s sense of fair play, and Jade’s memories of the terrible use that her master made against her of his ultimate power. The people we have gathered and bound to us have helped make us powerful, but they also help me remember that I am not a monster and do not wish to be.’

‘Can you not be a monster just by deciding not to be one?’ I asked, and he knew me well enough to know that it wasn’t his impending monsterhood I was worried about.

‘You are not a monster, ma petite , and if we are both conscious of the possibility I believe we can avoid becoming such.’

‘So, what do we need to do before Micah, Nathaniel, and I show up at the hospital?’

‘Are you intending just the three of you to go?’

‘Well, us and the pilot, yes.’

‘You must have bodyguards with you, ma petite .’

‘If we take guards, won’t the locals be even more sure we’ve come to take them over?’

‘Some, perhaps, but if our enemies were to realize that my human servant, her leopard to call, and her King of Beasts were all alone and unguarded, I fear the temptation would be too great to see what would happen to the rest of us if the three of you died.’

‘Kill enough of our power structure and the rest die with us; yeah, I remember the theory.’

‘It is more than theory, ma petite . You have seen Nathaniel and Damian almost die when you drained them of energy. You have felt the loss when Richard and I were injured. Let us not test the theory of what would happen if three of us were injured simultaneously.’

‘Agreed, but it has to be minimal guards, Jean-Claude. We’re going to be seeing Micah’s family for the first time. Let’s not scare them too much.’

‘You feel confident that you can protect yourself and them with minimal guards?’

‘With the right ones, yeah, I do.’

‘So confident, ma petite . It is both admirable and a little frightening to me.’

‘Why frightening?’ I asked.

‘Just because you are dangerous, even deadly, and kill easily and well, does not make you bulletproof, ma petite .’

‘Or bombproof,’ I said. ‘I’m not Superman. I know I can be hurt, and I’ll have Nathaniel and Micah with me. Regardless of the metaphysical fallout, if they got hurt I don’t know what I’d do.’

‘And if it were I that were hurt?’

And there it was: This beautiful, amazing man could still feel insecure, still wonder if I loved him, or at least how much. Since we could all feel each others’ emotions when we weren’t shielding like sons of bitches, it was interesting that we could all still be insecure sometimes. In Jean-Claude, whom I’d once thought the ultimate ladies’ man, it was endearing and made me love him more.

‘I love you, Jean-Claude; I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life, my bed, my heart.’

‘Very poetic for you, ma petite .’

‘I’ve been hanging out too much with Requiem, I guess.’

‘When this crisis is taken care of, we will need to decide if he should return to Philadelphia permanently.’

‘And become Evangeline’s second banana for good,’ I said.

‘Yes,’ he said.

‘You know, my dad used to breed beagles when I was little. I never wanted to give up any of the puppies, and when I got old enough I always worried the new owners wouldn’t take care of them the way we did.’

‘I did not know that,’ he said.

‘We’re giving away a hell of a lot more than puppies, Jean-Claude. These are our people, our lovers, our friends, and we’re sending them away. I don’t mind the ones who are going to rule their own territories as new masters, but the ones we’re giving over to other masters as second-in-command, that sort of bugs me.’

‘That is why we have a trial visit, or three, to make certain it is a good fit and that our people are being well treated.’

‘Requiem doesn’t love Evangeline,’ I said.

‘No, he loves you.’

I sighed. ‘I didn’t mean for him to fall in love with me.’

‘And I did not mean for you to acquire the power of my ardeur , my fire of lust, and become a living succubus to my incubus, but the damage is done. We are what we are, and now you know the power that you possess during sex when you feed the ardeur .’