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She’d disappeared. Notes in her file speculated the Concilio had slaughtered those who’d belonged to their master so long they went out of control and violent when he was given the final death, but no one knew for sure what’d become of them.
“It’s bad form to speak of one’s Master, even a former Master, in a negative light, Ryan. Please don’t ask me about...” She’d been watching the water and she turned back to me and met my gaze, full on.
And the world stopped.
I’m supposed to be immune to vampire powers, but damned if she didn’t take me down. I fell into her gaze, and she stepped to me and grasped my arms before helping me to the ground slowly, to keep me from falling, but it was as if I was wrapped in cotton, barely aware of my surroundings. The next thing I knew, I was sitting on the ground while she sat on a log in front of me, looking down at me, her gaze still focused on mine.
I should’ve been terrified, but all I could think of was her above me, riding me, squeezing my dick with her internal muscles, cold as the grave with eyes full of stars.
Stars. The sky. Cold. So cold. My dick throbbed, my balls ached, my pulse sped, and yet I was freezing.
“Damn.” She uttered the expletive and released me from her gaze. Her hand moved from the bare part of my wrist to the sleeved portion of my arm, and I felt a little better, but thought I might be sick.
“What did you do?” I asked, breathing through the nausea.
“I’m going to give you back what I took, but I need you to stay on top of it, okay? It’ll come back to you as raw fear, but you’re strong.”
And then I wasn’t as cold anymore, but visceral terror filled my heart. It took hold in my root chakra, so I felt it in my balls, but there was nothing I could do about it. The terror grew, and grew, and the vampire in front of me moved from the log to the ground. Closer.
“Breathe through the fear, Ryan. You’re a slayer, you can manage this. Transform your fear into something else.”
I did as she said and neutralized the fear into cold, clear logic. “You ate my fear and that’s why I was cold?”
“I apologize. I thought I was helping.”
She smelled of truth.
I stood, and she did as well. Our gazes clashed, two force fields in the night, and neither of us dared look away. With some effort, I managed to put a sentence together. “I should kill you.”
“You’re angry.”
I clenched my jaw and put my hand on my hip, near the gun hidden just inside my pants. “Understatement.”
“I needed to know if...” she shook her head without breaking eye contact. “I don’t trust you. The legends around slayers are designed to scare us. You’re our boogeyman, and now you’re standing here, larger than life, and...”
We stood in front of each other, both waiting for the other to make a move. I focused on her body as a whole, without looking directly into her eyes, and I felt the threat go down a notch, but it still had a dozen notches to go. I have no idea where she was looking, but we were both prepared to make a killing move if the other went for a weapon.
My weapons were placed all over my body — a garrote in my shirt pocket, one gun inside the waist of my pants, another at my ankle, a third inside my quilted vest, silver knives inside sheaths at both wrists, and a folding knife with a silver coated blade in my front pants pocket.
She drew in a breath after not breathing for at least three minutes, but I didn’t let that alter my focus. She could attack without drawing breath, but she couldn’t speak.
“You have my word, slayer, that I won’t do anything else offensive towards you on this night.”
If a vampire gives you their word so their peers hear it, you can take it to the bank. This was just the two of us, though. If she killed me, no one would know she’d foresworn herself.
She took a step back and slowly opened her arms wide, as if to show she didn’t have a weapon. We both knew her mind was the weapon, so I didn’t buy it.
“You don’t believe me.” She sounded shocked and wounded. I didn’t buy that, either.
“I don’t know you well enough to believe you.”
“Do you trust me enough to fly you to the top of the cliff?”
“Not necessary. I can get myself back up.”
“What can I do to make things right between us?” she asked.
“You went on the offensive because I scare you, so demonstrating how easily I could kill you even when you are on guard will not be constructive. Forcing you to my will now, just to show you I can, will also not be constructive. If we are to have a working relationship, we need to move forward, but I can’t let it go, Etta.”
