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"This is the grand opening of my dance club, ma petite. You are my date. Are you truly going to deny me even one dance?"
Put that way it sounded petty. "One dance."
He smiled, wicked, enticing. The smile that the serpent must have given Eve. "I think we will dance well together, ma petite."
"I doubt it."
"I think we would do many things well together."
"Give you one dance and you want the whole package. Pushy bastard."
He gave a small bow, smiling, eyes shining.
A female vamp strode towards us. She was inches taller than Jean-Claude, which made her at least six feet tall. She was blond and blue-eyed, and if she'd looked any more Nordic, she'd have been a poster girl for the master race. She was wearing a violet blue body suit with strategic holes cut out. The body that showed through was broad-shouldered, muscular, and still managed to be full-breasted. Leather boots in the exact same color rode her long, muscular legs all the way up to her thighs.
"Anita Blake, this is Liv."
"Let me guess," I said. "Jean-Claude chose the outfit."
Liv looked at me from her considerable height as if simply being tall made her intimidating. When I didn't flinch, she smiled. "He is the boss."
I stared up at her. I almost asked why. I could feel her age pressing down on me like a weight. She was six hundred years old. Twice Jean-Claude's age or more. So why wasn't she the boss? I could feel the answer along my skin like a cool wind. Not enough power. She wasn't a master vampire, and no amount of age would change that.
"What are you staring at?" she asked. She looked me right in the eyes and shook her head. "She really is immune to our gaze."
"To your gaze," I said.
She put her hands on her hips. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"It means you don't have enough juice to do me," I said.
She took a step forward. "How about I just pick you up and squeeze some juice out of you?"
Here was where not having a gun in a holster was going to get me killed. I could get one of the knives out, but unless I was willing for her to come very close, it wouldn't help. I could slip my hand in the purse; most people didn't expect a gun to come out of a purse so small. Of course, if Liv caught me going for the gun, she could get to me before I could draw it. With a holster I'd have tried it. From a purse hanging from a strap, I didn't think so. Vampires are just that fast.
"How many vampire kills do you have now, Anita?" Jean-Claude asked.
The question surprised me, and my answer surprised me more. "Over twenty legal kills."
"How many kills altogether, ma petite?"
"I don't know," I said. It had to be over thirty now, but truthfully, I didn't remember anymore. I didn't know how many lives I'd taken. A bad sign, that.
"Liv is mine, ma petite. You may speak freely in front of her."
I shook my head. "Never admit to murder in front of strangers, Jean-Claude. Just a rule."
Liv looked at me. She didn't seem to like what she saw. "So this is the Executioner." She shook her head. "She's a little on the small side, isn't she?" She stalked around me like I was a horse for sale. When she was at my back, I opened the purse. By the time she came around again, I had the gun out, behind the purse, unobtrusive, though in a pinch I guess I could have shot through the purse. But why, if I didn't have to?
Liv shook her head. "She's pretty, but she's not very impressive." She stood behind Jean-Claude, running her strong hands over his shoulders, his arms. She ended with her hands around his waist, fingers kneading his body.
I was getting very tired of Liv.
"I can do things that no human can do for you, Jean-Claude."
"You are being rude to Anita. I will not remind you of it again." There was a cold, even threat in his voice.
Liv unwrapped herself from him and stood between us, hands on hips. "The great Jean-Claude driven to celibacy by a human. People are laughing behind your back."
"Celibacy?" I asked.
Jean-Claude glanced at me, then sighed. "Until you give up your nunnish ways, ma petite, I am playing monk."
My eyes widened. I couldn't help it. I knew that Richard and I had each had one lover and chosen celibacy afterwards. But I'd never thought about Jean-Claude and what he might be doing to satisfy his needs. Abstinence would not have been one of my choices for him.
"You seem surprised, ma petite."
"I guess anyone who exudes sex the way you do... I just never thought about it."
"Yet if you discovered that I had been sleeping with another female, alive or dead, while we were dating, what would you do?"
"Drop you in a hot minute."
"Exactly."
Liv laughed, a loud, unattractive bray of sound. "Even your human doesn't believe you."
Jean-Claude turned to her, his eyes a blaze of sapphire flame. "You say they laugh behind my back."
She nodded, still laughing.
"But only you are laughing to my face."
Her laughter died abruptly like a turned switch. She stared at him.
"A little more submissiveness, Liv, or is this a challenge to my authority?"
She looked startled. "No, I mean... I never meant..."
He just looked at her. "Then you had best ask my forgiveness, had you not?"
She dropped to one knee. She didn't look afraid, more as if she'd done some huge social gaffe and now had to make amends. "I beg your forgiveness, Master. I forgot myself."
"Yes, you did, Liv. Do not make it a habit."
Liv got to her feet, all smiles, all forgiven. Just like that. The political maneuvering was thick in the air. "It's only that she doesn't look nearly as dangerous as you painted her."
"Anita," Jean-Claude said, "show her what you have in your hand."
I moved the purse to one side, flashing the gun.
"I could have your throat in my hands before you could point that toy," Liv said.
"No," I said, "you couldn't."
"Is that a challenge?" she asked.
"Six hundred years of life, plus or minus a decade," I said. "Don't throw it away for a little grandstanding."
"How did you know my age?"
I smiled. "I am really not in the mood to bluff tonight, Liv. Don't try me."
She stared at me, her extraordinary eyes narrowing. "You are a necromancer, not just a corpse-raiser. I can feel you inside my head, almost like another vampire." She looked at Jean-Claude. "Why couldn't I feel her before?"
"Her power flares when she feels threatened," he said.
This was news to me. To my knowledge, I wasn't using any power right now. But I didn't say it out loud. Now was not the time to ask stupid questions or even smart ones.
Liv stepped to one side, almost as if she was afraid. "We're opening in an hour. I've got work to do." She moved towards the door, never taking her eyes from me.
I watched her move, happy with her reaction but not understanding it.
"Come, Anita," Jean-Claude said, "I want to show you my club."
I let him lead me into the main area of the club. They had gutted the warehouse until it rose three stories straight up with railings around each floor. The main dance floor was huge, shining and slick, gleaming in the subdued light. Track lighting was hidden away so it was hard to tell where the light was coming from.
Things hung from the ceiling. At first glance I thought they were bodies, but they were mannequins, life-size rubber dolls, crash-test dummies. Some were naked, one wrapped in cellophane, some in black leather or vinyl. One rubber doll wore a metal bikini. They were hung from chains at different levels. It was a mobile.
"That's different," I said.
"A promising new artist did it especially for the club."
I shook my head. "It does make a statement." I slipped the gun back into my purse but kept the purse open. That way I was able to get to the gun surprisingly quickly. Besides, I couldn't walk around all night with a loaded gun in my hand. Eventually, your hand starts cramping, no matter how small the gun is.
Jean-Claude glided across the dance floor, and I followed. "Liv was afraid of me. Why?"
He turned gracefully, smiling. "You are the Executioner."
I shook my head. "She said she could feel me in her head like another vamp. What did she mean?"
