At the plain black metal doors to the club lEnfer, they stopped before the bouncer with red eyes. A sign over his high left shoulder stated, in Latin, what basically translated as no funny stuff and you take your own chances entering. Tuesday boldly met the bouncers gaze and focused her intent toward him. The demon looked down, chastised by her audacity. Served him right. He was young and needed to learn to show respect for his elders.
Blowing him a kiss laced with pizza sauce and some kind of cheese that had not been mozzarellathe French really liked their weird cheesesshe then glided down the dark hallway. The music thudded in her heart and veins. Not worrying whether Ethan gained access, she picked up the beat and danced as she walked.
She sensed the brooding vampire was behind her, and felt his hand go to her hip, as if to guide her through the darkness, but he quickly removed it. Tuesday smiled. Had he forgotten himself for a moment? Thought of her as an actual desirable female he might get close to? She could work with that.
Much as she had developed a liking for clubbing over the last several decades, Tuesday preferred less crowded venues, and with more upbeat tunes. LEnfer had not invested any expense in color. Everything was black, with hematite and silver metallic bits and trim here and there. The lighting was red, and flashed across the inhabitants and dancers, who also wore mostly black.
Tuesday was dressed for the part, right down to her matte black nail polish and eye shadow. Yet she felt naked without some lip gloss; a deep violet would be perfect for this Gothic milieu. As it was, she felt virtually exposed without any magical accoutrements to hand, and bound to a freaking vampire. Yet she wasnt powerless. Her simple mastery over the bouncer had proven that. And she did have the alicorn stuck in her waistband. She felt it tremble. This was not a place for such a thing. The demon hadnt wanted to possess innocence? Interesting.
She wouldnt test the alicorns power here. The place was owned by the Devil Himself, and the sign on the door had clearly stated no funny stuff. The bouncer should have frisked her for weapons. Idiot.
On the other hand, a place like this probably thrived on the illicit use of weapons and how much damage could be done before a person was kicked out. If that would even happen. Again, the sign mentioned taking ones own chances.
You see him? Ethan shouted next to her ear.
Tuesday leaned away from him. I can hear well enough over the noise, vampire. And I just got here. Let me look around, will you? You want to dance?
Im not a dancer. And Im on a job.
Right, all work and no play. Should I call you Jack?
Just keep your mind on business.
Can I at least have a drink? We should try to blend in. Look like were here to party and not jack up some asshole demon, yeah?
Ethan sighed then reluctantly nodded. What do you want?
Anything that doesnt contain a live entity. I suspect thats on the menu here. And I prefer vodka.
Live entities, he muttered. With a frown, he headed toward the long, black quartz bar that was edged with a cut-in of red crystals that seemed to glow like LEDs.
Tuesday allowed her body to inhale the beat. Despite the fact this club was owned by the rather dour Dark Prince, the music wasnt too terribly dirge-like. The Goth singer with a string of spikes embedded down the sides of each bare arm sang about his friends being heathens and suggested she should take it slow. All righty, then.
Tuesday swayed to the beat as a crimson-haired faery with violet eyes matched her with a smile and a shimmy. If she was going to be forced to work for some rogue organization to capture a pompous, yet also vicious demon she had no wish to ever see again, at the very least, she could enjoy herself. Lifting her arms, she spun onto the dance floor.
Below her, the Plexiglas floor flashed red and black and then segued into flames. It was a realistic effect, and she almost fancied to feel the heat. A brush of fur tickled her right hand, and with a spin she eyed the tattooed back of a thin person who moved a little too jerkily not to be demon.
A guitar solo screamed and coaxed the crowd to pump their fists and jump in a pounding stomp of fraternity to whatever dark gods were the current rage. Tuesday preferred Loki. The one portrayed in the movies by the handsome dark-haired actor, most specifically. As she spun, arms swaying above her head and hips shifting, she spied Ethan standing at the edge of the dance floor, holding a red glowing drink. His grim look spoke much louder than the music.
Spoilsport. She wandered over and took the drink, then tilted back a healthy swallow. Instead of the expected burn, she felt a distinct icy grab at the back of her throat, which then melted into a blaze of heat down her esophagus. And it tasted of cinnamon and chocolate. Whew! That is some good stuff.
I thought it would be the drink for you. Its called The Devils Bitch.
Oh, Ethan, you can hate me all you need to. She fluttered her lashes at him. Im not going to crack under all that loathing. You know your emotions only reflect back onto you? Also makes it easy for a witch to use against you. That is, if the witch could drop some magic on your vampire ass. Ditch the frowny face and lets agree to disagree, and then get on with things, shall we?
So youve decided to stop pouting and work with me?
Yeah, she was being as much of a problem child as he was. And if she didnt get to work now, shed never be free of the man and his brooding grey eyes. And could his teeth be any whiter? She wanted to see his fangs. To touch them and feel them pierce her neck...but no. She would not bone up this task by falling all puppy-eyed over the vamp. She was better than that. Because she had no choice.
Were partners. She held out a hand and he shook it, holding it for a few seconds longer than was proper. She could feel his heartbeats in that hold, and they were sure and confident. Powerful. And, yes, controlling. The man would not relent. Good then. Ill take a look around. You probably wouldnt recognize the demon if he was choking you, so you just...
His eyes took in their surroundings. He put off a very militant, Im-ready vibe. Ill stay close to you.
Sure, keep close. Ill protect the big bad vampire from a suggestive side glance or a dance-off. Ha!
She strolled off into the clove-scented shadows that edged the dance floor, knowing the man would follow. It wasnt as if she could get any farther away from him than fifty yards. Nothing like having a puppy dog on her tail. Of course, she liked puppies. Had once owned one, until the local troll had stolen it andShe tried never to imagine what had become of her sweet Nugget after that. Long time ago. Always avoid trolls, had been the lesson.
Noting every face she passed, Tuesday pulled on her Sherlock cloak. It was easy to tell the demons, as their eyes were generally red, although some demon-possessed humans eyes gave off a dull blue glow. Most natural demons who did not require a human meat suit could disguise their irises, but when out at the club they apparently let their freak flags fly. Red irises everywhere!
Thinking of freaks...
She strolled toward a tall sliver of a demon who looked like a walking skeleton, yet he wore thin, clear muscle over those bones. A wraith? They were usually dangerous and she was surprised one would put himself in a social situation. But when the creature turned to cast her a violet gaze she realized it was faery. And faeries could be even more vicious than demons.
Propping her palm over the alicorn at her waist, Tuesday detoured from her approach, wisely dismissing the oddity. With a flick of her fingers she could reduce them all to gibbering sycophants. But she would not because she didnt want to call attention to herself.
Finishing off the drink, which still cooled then burned, she set the empty goblet on a table and eyed the flashing red-and-silver staircase leading up to the balcony. She skipped up the steps, edging past a couple who made out carefully, for the womans spiked bra looked quite deadly. Blood tinted the air. Hmm... Perhaps the bra served the exact purpose its wearer desired.
Tuesday glanced back to see Ethan following and noticed his expression when he neared the couple. He winced and shook his head. The man was discerning. Points for him.
Stepping up into the dark and smoky balcony, Tuesday was immediately surrounded by three tall men, all of them demons. The one before her flashed a silver-toothed grin, punctuated by curved fangs, and his nostrils flared and put out little wisps of black smoke. It wasnt cigarettes or weed producing the smoke, but rather the thickness of demons here above the crowd. A tasty witch has dared to broach our private balcony?
I wasnt aware it was private. She lifted her hand, prepared to repel the demon, when suddenly Ethan gripped her wrist and eased himself around to stand before her.
She didnt know, gentlemen, he offered. Demons only up here?
You got it, vampire. But if she wants to stay Silver Tooth let his gaze creep over Tuesdays skin we want to play.
Oh, yeah? Tuesday reached around Ethan with her free hand and he turned to clasp both her wrists. Dont restrain me before them, she said. I can stand up for myself.
Hear that, vampire? She can take care of herself. Why dont you leave the tasty little witch to us?
Now Tuesday did feel a shiver of caution, and the touch of someones fingers from behind, sliding across her ass, made her jump. Right against Ethans arm, which slid across her shoulder and directed her back toward the stairs.
Were leaving, he said more to her than the randy demons. But before we do... He cocked a look over his shoulder at the silver-toothed leader. Any of you familiar with Gazariel?
He means The Beautiful One, Tuesday quickly amended. It was not cool to call demons by their names, especially around others.
Get that witch out of here, Silver Tooth said.
But the demon Im looking for Ethan began.
No pretty demons in this club, vampire. And if you dont take your pet witch and leave well make sure no one ever calls her pretty, either.
Ethan clasped Tuesdays hand and led her down the stairs. The couple was still making out. Blood beaded in various spots on the mans chest and neck. Ethan quickened their pace.
When they landed on the main floor, he directed her toward a wall, where a private moment could be found behind it, as it was set off from the frenzy of dancers.
I had no idea that was a demons-only area, she said. But you dont score points for rescuing me. I was fine.
I know that. But no funny stuff, remember? And I like to take care of my assets. Make sure they survive the length of the job.
Im an asset to you? I dont know if thats a good or a bad thing. Im guessing not especially good.
You are valuable. Whats so bad about that?
My value, as determined by what I can do for you, is a very bad thing. Any man who tries to put a she made air quotes value on a woman is not a man at all.
Feminism was her right, and she would never stop to point out the patriarchys misguided beliefs and lacking empathy for those who were their equals. She strode off toward the front hallway, where they had entered. Hes not here. Lets blow this joint.
Once outside on the street, she walked swiftly away from the nondescript doors, but abruptly hit an invisible wall and couldnt press onward. Curse that vampire! She cast a glance over her shoulder. Ethan stood a good distance away, unmoving, giving her a sly wave.
Such a Richard, she muttered. Well? What are you waiting for?
Im going this way. He pointed over his shoulder, then turned and walked off.
And the pull of the binding dragged Tuesday along after him.
* * *
It was a stupid thing to do anyway, Tuesday muttered as she followed Ethan down the quiet, dark Parisian street toward wherever he was headed. She hadnt a choice in the matter. Going to that club? Why would The Beautiful One hang out at that depressing place? Do you even know who youre after? That demon likes to shine. To see and be seen. Hes vain and all about pleasure and self-gratification. He thrives on attention. Adoration. Love. Hes not for darkness and murk. Thats why he pawned off his curse on me.
Ethan cast a glance over his shoulder at her, then resumed his pace.
What kind of sorry adventuring detective vampire are you? she called. Dont you know how to do this stuff? I mean, lets go to the least likely place the dude is going to be and feed the witch to the demons, why dont we?
She smirked to think about getting hit on by those nasty demons. The one with the silver teeth had to have doused himself in body spray for the young and bepimpled. Ugh. And then Ethan had felt the need to intervene. Like some kind of rescuing hero? She could have taken care of herself. But how often did a man step in to try and help her? So rarely, she couldnt think back that far.
Im hungry! she announced in frustration. That pizza was terrible. Who sells pizza slices out of a freezer? Thats like 7-Eleven stuff. So wrong. I thought Paris was classier? Lets get something to eat. Do you have to walk so fast? Its not as if were going to find the demon now. Id guess hes more of a day kind of demon. All the better to allow others to admire his beaming gorgeousness. Are you even listening to me, Pierce? Bueller?
With that, the vampire swung round, marched up to her, bracketed her face with his hands and...
...kissed her.
For no reason. And with no grace. He planted a firm, seconds-long kiss on her mouth. And for those few seconds Tuesdays heart thundered and a tickle-thrill shimmied up the back of her neck. She didnt mind the kiss. In fact, it proved a scintillating connection. The vibrations between them shivered haphazardly, but then quickly started to harmonize. To actually blendas if they were meant to come together. How weird was that?
But the kiss ended as quickly as it had landed on her mouth. And she hadnt time to determine why it had felt so right.
Ethan stepped back, hands splaying outward. With a sexy wink, he then said, I knew that would work.
Tuesday touched her lips, stunned that hed taken her by surprise, but even more stunned that she wasnt upset about the attack kiss.
I figured a kiss would get you to shut up, he said. Turning, he marched onward.
Really? Hed employed the kiss to make her stop talking? Of all the nerve! She was not one of his victims he could subdue with persuasion or a plunge of fang into vein. And so what if she had been talking? It wasnt as if hed shown an eagerness to converse with her. She was alone in a strange, foreign city, being led around by a bossy vampire who held her captive with a magical bond. Damn right she was going to chatter away nervously when the mood struck!