He stood and, with a keystroke, put the computer to sleep. In the closet at the back of his office hung a long, leather clerics coat with a bladed collar and reinforced Kevlar panels on the chest and back. Leather pants, a cotton undershirt and a Kevlar vest hung inside.
Stripping off his crisply ironed gray dress shirt, he tossed it aside and caught a glimpse of his bare chest in the mirror inside the door. He proudly fisted the raised brand of the Order of the Stake on his left shoulder and announced, Tonight Ill turn this city gray with vampire ash.
* * *
With full intel on the Zmaj tribe, Rook had headed toward the seventh arrondissement, where most of the attacks marked with the bloody handprint had been reported. It was an affluent quarter where old money mingled with the new. The Eiffel Tower and Les Invalides attracted tourists, which led Rook to believe Zmaj was hunting either unknowing tourists or the established, yet oblivious, rich.
His steel-toed boots took the cobblestones swiftly, quietly. His senses were alert for sounds beyond the incessant traffic noises. The city never slept. It was something he had in common with Paris. The air was crisp with imminent autumn, a season he enjoyed because it softened the citys harsh odor as the ominous dread for winter settled in.
As the principal trainer and supervisor for the Order, Rook took knight trainees out in the city on the hunt, but he hadnt hunted alone in years. Not for lacking desire to stake some longtooths. He had simply been too busy training and running the Order. The paperwork involved in keeping their secret order an actual secret was ridiculous. He never could have imagined, four centuries earlier, filling out computer database profiles or making duplicates over an office copy machine.
The vampire population in Paris was high, but most of them enjoyed their anonymity from mortals and worked hard to keep it that way by not killing humans and thus raising the Orders ire. Best way for a vampire to ensure immortality? Avoiding a stake to the heart.
Yet there would always be the young and reckless vamps who deemed the world their playground and enjoyed the kill. They never survived long. And although the Order served only to protect mortals from vampires, Rook knew many breeds appreciated the work they did because keeping all vampires mythical in the eyes of the mortal population benefited everyone.
Some mortals believed in vampires, werewolves, faeries and all the other breeds that shouldnt exist. Those mortals were few and were rarely considered a problem. It was those who did not believe but then had been attacked by a vampireforcing them to believewho Rook wanted to keep far from the fangs of hungry vampires. Those victims who would scream, raise a holy stink and invite investigation, and Rook wanted to avoid that.
And the only way to do that was by ashing the culprits.
Closer.
Directing his attention inward, Rook questioned Ozs statement.
Something feelsfamiliar.
Rook always paid attention to the entity within him. Asatrú, an incorporeal demon, had been trapped within him for four centuries, accompanying him through this thing called life.
What seems familiar? he asked Oz. Sometimes he spoke aloud to the demon, but he could think the question and the entity would understand just as well.
It is a feeling. You are closeto something important.
Not far ahead of him, a female cried out.
Rook fitted a stake into both hands and ran toward the harrowing sound. It was before midnight, yet this section of the city was quiet and dark with only intermittent vehicle traffic. Ancient buildings that had seen war, revolutions, and the rise and fall of monarchies closely paralleled the street. The alleys in between buildings were claustrophobic. Street lighting was at a minimum. Not the optimal place for a lone female to go walking.
Nowadays mortals had lost their sense of danger. Their naïve complacency never ceased to astonish Rook. One must always be vigilant.
He spied a crowd of young men looming around something, or someone, he could not see. Yet he could feel fear in the air as tangibly as he could read a persons truth by placing his hand over their heart. Had to be the woman who had screamed.
One of the men hissed dramatically and exposed fangs.
Thought so, Rook muttered. He picked up his pace.
What was that?
A fireball, small and tight and flaming orange, zipped through the air and singed one of the vampires on his bald head. The vamp yelped and batted at the flame, hissing and cursing at the one who had lobbed the attack.
Was the woman they had surrounded a witch? Had to be to throw fire like that. A rare witch, though. Few practiced such magic because fire promised a witchs sure death.
Another ball of flame looped in the air but fell onto the cobblestones like a deflated balloon. Sparks sputtered, and the flame hissed to smoke. She didnt have control. Had her hands been shackled by an attacker?
Rook shouted, catching the vampires attention. Four charged toward him. He took one out with a plunge of the stake to his chest. Ash formed in the air in the shape of a man. The remaining three vampires scattered in the inky darkness.
Rook ran through the ashy cloud toward the woman clinging to the brick wall. In the confusion of having one of their comrades ashed, the vampires had left her alone. Fire burned in patches on the ancient cobbles before her, finding tinder in the dry autumn leaves littering the ground. She huddled against the wall, her dark hair spilling over her face and wide eyes taking in the scene. Hands out before her, her fingers shook, and he thought perhaps the flames on the ground danced at the command of those shaking fingers.
Rook lunged to kneel beside her, laying a hand high over her breast to feel her frantic heartbeats. It was a conditioned touch. He could read a person that way, butnot this time. What the hell? Perhaps her fear blocked his read.
You okay?
She nodded frantically.
He was getting nothing from her. Not the clear read of truth he always did when touching another. Yet he felt a strange sensation of recognition surge through his system. Something familiar but so distant he couldnt touch it. Hed lost it so long ago.
That is it!
He winced at Ozs inner outburst. Looking into the womans shadowed eyes that flickered with small red flashes from the flames, he wondered aloud, Mysoul?
Get him!
Jerked away from the woman by a vampires claws, Rook switched from the sudden, overwhelming knowing that clenched about his heart to fierce and ready fighting mode. He twisted at the waist, swinging out an arm and slashing the stake across a vampires face.
Behind him, three vamps lined up. He caught a glimpse of the woman. Now on her feet, she ran away from them.
Get as far away as you can, he thought.
No, we need her! Oz said.
Perhaps, but right now he stood his ground surrounded by vampires. All thoughts focused on getting the job done. This night, no longtooth would walk away from him alive.
* * *
Verity ran down the dark street, her heartbeats racing her strides. A short skirt and heels were not optimal running attire, but when her ankles threatened to buckle, fear pushed her.
After a long night at the gym practicing her performance piece for the Demon Arts Troupe, shed looked forward to strolling home in the crisp night air to walk off the strain in her muscles. Her mind reviewing the new routine shed been perfecting, shed walked right into the gang of vampires. Though shed never feared them in numbers before, immediately she had known they hadnt wanted to chat.
Shed thrown fire at them, but there had been too many. Two had wrangled her wrists, stopping her from casting more flame balls. Theyd begun to reason out who would bite her first when the hunter had charged onto the scene, stakes swinging like some kind of samurai warrior.
Though hed worn the coat of the Order of the Stake, the long leather jacket had not concealed his muscular physique. His movements had been skilled and swift. Nothing like having a knight in dark leather rush in for the save. Verity had swooned a little when hed held his hand against her chest and their gazes had locked. When hed said My soul, she had gasped.
Could it be?
She clasped the wooden heart that hung from a leather cord around her neck and ran faster over the cobblestones, her heels clicking too loudly. So long she had wondered about what she held in her hand, andcould he have finally found her?
Sensing someone was quickly gaining on her, she couldnt risk turning back for a look. One of the gang must have escaped the hunter and now pursued her, a panther hot on the rabbits tail.
She dodged to the right down a narrow alley, seeking the streetlight some hundred yards ahead and cursing the fact that she didnt know where she was. She needed a moment to reorient herself with the neighborhood.
Testing her magic, with a thought she sent out a spurt of fire. That was all she could manage, a tendril. Shed expelled most of her fire during practice. She needed a night of rest to properly recharge and restore her magic.
And although she was skilled in gymnastics, this running in heels business was quickly taxing her after hours of exertion in the gym. In proof, she stumbled on a loose cobblestone, but instead of her body floundering, she felt a hand sweep around her waist, turn her and slam her shoulders against the concrete wall. Impact jarred her teeth. Her ankles wobbled. Verity could barely hold herself upright as she faced the bald vampire with fangs revealed and menacing eyes.
What the hell do you want? She tried to say it with command, but without any magic to control, she had lost her only defense.
Your blood, witch. The vampire slammed his hands to either side of her shoulders and leaned in to sniff at her hair. You burned me, so now Im going to make you scream before you die.
Before she could reward him with the scream he sought, the vampire sunk his fangs in her throat. Instinctively, Verity jammed her knee upward but only managed to connect with his thigh. The bloodsucker didnt even groan. She beat his chest with her fists, but he easily wrangled her hands with strong, pinching fingers.
The teeth in her neck tore at her skin. It hurt like nothing shed ever experienced before. Shed never been bitten. Would not suffer a vampire to be so intimate with her, despite having once dated one. The creep sucking at her vein drew out her blood. He moaned as if in the throes of orgasm and
A yell from down the alley stopped the vampire. He tore out his teeth from Veritys skin, twisting his head to pinpoint the origin of the shout. The wounds hurt so badly, the pain manifested as a scream. Slapping his hand to her cheek, the vampire mimed a goodbye kiss, but thankfully, his bloody lips did not touch hers.
As the vampire ran off, Verity sank against the wall. Grasping her neck, her fingers slipped in her blood.
The hunter lunged to a diving kneel before her and lifted her chin to peer at her neck. He inspected her cheek and swore. Damn it. I didnt see that one get away!
Eyelids fluttering, Verity tightened her jaw to keep back the tears that threatened. She wanted to beg him to save her, to make it all better, but she knew it was too late. Shed been bitten. And the vampire couldnt have had time to seal the wound. If the wound was not properly sealed, the victim risked becoming a vampire.
You a witch? the hunter asked quickly.
She nodded.
Impressive fire magic back there. Are you going to be okay?
Of course, she gasped. Dragging her knees up, she hugged her arms about her legs. Just a little nibble. It hurt to conceal the pain, but she was an expert at hiding her weaknesses.
I think I got here in time. The hunter stood.
He scanned down the street. She knew he wanted to go after the vampireand he should. But he squatted again before her, drawing her in to his overwhelming presence. An easy authority that felt not too harsh and not too hesitant. When he wrapped his arms around her shoulders and pulled her against his chest, she sank into the comforting embrace.
How strange that he gave her the comfort she had craved, yet had thought to skillfully conceal that need.
You must get home and find a spell to counteract the bite!
But right now Verity could only tilt her head against the hunters shoulder. She felt so good in his strong arms. He smoothed a hand over her hair. Perhaps a teardrop spilled down her cheek. Or it could be the repulsive heat of the blood the vampire had taken from her vein and smacked onto her cheek.
She clutched his jacket, and he suddenly tugged it away from her face. The Order knights wore blades at their collars to deflect vampire bites. Verity wished shed worn more than the comfortable slip dress. Like full armor with a neck guard.
Get to safety!
She was safe in this mans arms. She knew it without doubt. That was her mothers voice prodding her to flee. Never trust a man. Most especially a hunter.
Who are you? she managed between sniffles and gasps for breath.
Names Rook, he offered. Ill see you home?
No, go after the vampire. He could harm someone else. And I need to fix this. To find a spell to stop the vampire taint from changing me.
He bent to meet her eyes. Compelled to look into his eyes, Veritys breathing calmed. Despite the frail light from the distant streetlamp, she clearly saw his irises were blue. Intense, bright and true. Yet something about him was as far from the truth as it could ever be.
She had no idea what that meant.
I felt He looked at her chest where hed touched her earlier. But not now. He shook his head and stared at his hand, as if battling with an inner argument. Then he touched her cheek where the vampire had slapped her. Zmaj.
She knew that tribe. How did he know? He must have been tracking them.
You sure youll be okay if I go after the longtooth?
She nodded fervently and looked at her shaking, bloody fingers. Yes, youve a job to do.
I willuh, whats your name?
Verity.
He gave her the oddest look. Your name means truth, yet Now he laid his hand against her chest again, and she wanted him to hold it there forever, imbuing his surprising coolness into her very being and stealing away her fears. I cant read you. Strange.
Go, she said against the screams from her heart that begged her to swoon into his arms so hed have to carry her home.
He nodded and, helping her up, walked her to the end of the alley. You live around here?
Iyes. I need to orient myself. Where is Les Invalides? The military museum, which was also a hospital, always served as a navigation point for her.
That way.
Then I can walk home in five minutes. Im good now. Thank you, Rook. Youre with Order of the Stake?
Yes. He took out a metal stake and spun it between them. His body shifted as he stepped from foot to foot, eager to return to the chase. Start walking. I want to make sure you can so I dont have to worry about you.