Chapter 14
 
It was Saturday night and the casino was in full swing when Zack entered the club. It had taken him a good long while to learn to block the myriad smells that clung to mortals, to tune out the rattle of the dice, the whirring of the games, the never-ending conversation, the raucous laughter and shouts of the winners.
Feeling restless, he wandered over to the craps table and tossed a hundred-dollar bill on eight the hard way. In the past, before he’d built his own casino, he hadn’t been above manipulating the dice or the slot machines when he needed a little cash. Of course, cheating took all the fun out of winning.
The croupier tossed Zack an apologetic look when the man who had the dice rolled a five.
Shrugging, Zack left the table and strolled through the crowd, pausing to say a few words to the regulars, consoling the losers, congratulating the winners.
He stopped to watch a newlywed couple who were playing one of the old dollar slots. The husband wanted to quit, but his bride kept urging him on.
“Just one more time, honey,” she coaxed. “If we win the jackpot, we could put a down payment on that house.”
“Nobody ever wins the big money,” her husband muttered. “These machines are all rigged.”
“Please, Tom. I have a feeling we’ll win.”
“You and your feelings,” Tom scoffed, but there was no irritation in his voice. “You haven’t been right once since I’ve known you,” he said with an affectionate smile, “except when you married me.” He shook his head. “Oh, what the hell,” he muttered, and dropped five silver dollars into the machine.
Zack watched the woman’s face. She was a pretty thing, with short blond hair and bright green eyes. If she wanted a house, by damn, he’d see that she got one.
The wheels spun. Slowed. Stopped.
The bride squealed as three purple sevens stood side by side on the pay line. The light over the slot machine lit up and silver dollars began to pour into the tray.
Grinning, Zack moved on, his thoughts turning, as always, toward Kaitlyn and the man who had been stalking her.
After telling Scherry he was going out for a while, Zack left the casino.
The night was cool and clear and the streets were crowded with people, but he paid them little heed as he walked quickly toward Kaitlyn’s place. Upon arriving, he opened his senses, searching for some sign that the Romanian vampire had been there, relieved when he didn’t detect the man’s scent.
Moving closer to the house, he could hear Kaitlyn moving around inside—the slam of a drawer, the sound of water running, the smell of baked chicken when she opened the oven door.
He frowned, wondering if she was having company over for dinner. Walking to the back of the house where the kitchen was located, he dissolved into mist and peered into the open window.
Clad in a pair of white shorts and a silky-looking orange-and-white striped shirt, she stood at the stove, her back toward him while she stirred something in a pot. Her legs were long and tan, her waist narrow. Her hair fell in long, loose waves down her back like a river of ebony silk.
Had he been in corporeal form, Zack was sure his mouth would have been watering, not from the smell of the food, but from the enticing scent of the woman.
Zack hovered there, content, for the moment, to simply admire the way she looked, the fluid way she moved, the lilting sound of her voice as she hummed an old rockand-roll tune. Watching her, it was hard to believe she was half vampire. She seemed totally human. Until she put her dinner on the table and filled a goblet with a mixture of red wine and blood.
Type AB negative, he thought. Her drink of choice.
Zack was wondering if she ever drank anything else when Daryn Korzha appeared in the kitchen. What the hell? Apparently Romanian vampires didn’t need an invitation to enter another’s home. Or maybe that only applied to mortal dwellings. He would have to ask Kaitlyn about that. Later.
Kaitlyn whirled around, her eyes flashing with anger. “What are you doing here?”
“You stupid half-breed, you don’t even know who I am, do you?”
Kaitlyn stared at him. She had rarely felt fear in her life, but she felt it now, along with a sudden certainty that he belonged to the Carpathian vampires. No one else would know of her mixed heritage. The pureblood vampires, inherently linked by centuries, recognized each other on sight, but Kaitlyn lacked that particular talent. It also explained his ability to materialize inside her house. No human could do that.
She lifted her chin, refusing to let him see her fear. “What do you want?” she demanded with far more bravado that she felt.
“Enough talk,” Korzha said with a sneer. One arm snaked out, wrapping around her waist to hold her flush against his body while he jabbed a needle in her arm.
She struggled a moment, then went limp.
In an instant, Zack was inside the house. He didn’t ask questions, simply grabbed Korzha from behind and broke his neck. Kaitlyn slipped from Korzha’s grasp and dropped to the floor. Zack took a moment to make sure she was breathing, then rummaged through the kitchen drawers. A broken neck wouldn’t keep the vampire down for long.
Zack cussed long and loud until he found a large wooden spoon. Grabbing a knife, he quickly fashioned a point on the end of the handle and drove the makeshift stake through Korzha’s heart, all the way to the floor. Dark red blood bubbled up from the killing wound.
Korzha gasped, his hand curling around the stake, but the strength was already draining out of him. He convulsed once, and then lay still, the life fading from his eyes as his skin turned a pasty gray.
Zack rocked back on his heels. It had been a long time since he’d killed another vampire, but he would gladly have dispatched this one again.
He glanced at Kaitlyn. She lay on her side, her eyes closed, her breathing shallow. Figuring she would be out for a while, he carried her into the living room, laid her on the sofa, and covered her with a blanket that had been folded over the back of the couch.
Returning to the kitchen, Zack hoisted Korzha’s body over his shoulder and carried it outside.
He stood in the dark a moment, considering what to do with the body. He grunted softly, wondering if the bodies of vampires who were born and not made disintegrated in the light of day the way his kind did.
Since he wasn’t sure, burying the body seemed like the smart thing to do. Moving with preternatural speed, he found a stretch of deserted ground high in the mountains. Dropping the body unceremoniously on the ground, he quickly dug a deep hole in the soft earth. Needing to make sure Korzha didn’t rise again, Zack ripped the man’s heart from his chest and tossed it and the body into the hole.
Once the corpse was buried, Zack transported himself to his lair, where he washed his hands and changed his clothes.
Minutes later, he was back at Kaitlyn’s house, scrubbing the blood from her kitchen floor.
 
 
Kaitlyn groaned softly as consciousness returned. She opened her eyes slowly and glanced around. What was she doing on the sofa? And why did she feel so funny?
Sitting up, she glanced around the room, her eyes widening when she saw Zack sitting in the chair across from the couch.
“What are you doing here?” She frowned as her mind cleared. “Where’s Daryn?” Her gaze darted around the room, but there was no sign of Korzha. “Where is he?” She rubbed her arm. “He jabbed me with a needle.”
“He’s gone.”
“What do you mean, ‘gone’? What did you do?” She stared at Zack, weighing the curtness of his words, the icy expression in his eyes. “Did you . . . is he . . . ?”
Zack nodded. “He’ll never bother you or anyone else again.”
Daryn was dead. It took a moment for the cold reality of it to sink in. Zack had killed a man. She had never killed anyone and now Daryn, a member of the Carpathian Coven—one of her father’s half brothers—was dead. Because of her.
“Hey, are you all right?” Zack asked. “You’re looking a little pale.”
“Do you know what you’ve done?” What would her father say? What would he think, when he found out?
“Saved your butt, that’s what.”
Kaitlyn nodded, then frowned, momentarily distracted. “How did he get in? That’s what I want to know.”
“Are you saying he was never in here before?”
“Exactly.” A shiver of revulsion skittered down her spine. “I would never have invited him into my house.”
Zack grunted thoughtfully. “Do your kind need an invitation?”
“The full-bloods do. I don’t.” She tapped her fingernails on the arm of the sofa. “Since his mother is a witch, I’m wondering if it’s possible that she could have given him some sort of spell to negate the power of the threshold?”
“Beats the hell out of me,” Zack said. “I don’t know anything about witches, but I guess anything is possible.”
Kaitlyn stood and began to pace the floor. As her mind cleared, she realized that the fact that Daryn was kin made everything worse. What would her father think when he found out Zack had killed one of their kind? Her father hated the Others; this would just make things worse. Still, Daryn had obviously been up to no good—she refused to think he had intended to kill her—and surely her father wouldn’t condemn Zack for defending her.
She glanced at Zack, suddenly afraid for his future. She had seen her father when he was angry, and she had never forgotten it. She had told Zack her father in a rage was a scary sight, but that didn’t begin to describe it. Her father hadn’t raised his voice or anything like that, but he had suddenly seemed larger than life as he castigated one of his brothers. Preternatural power had rolled off her father, so strong, so overpowering, it seemed to suck the very air from the room. Her uncle had reeled backward, blood running from his nose and mouth as if he had been struck, even though her father had never raised his hand. She had known instinctively that, had he wished it, her father could have killed Ciprian.
And now, because of her, Zack’s life might be in danger, although once she explained what had happened, she was sure her father would understand. She had to believe that.
“Why was Korzha after you?” Zack asked.
“I don’t know.” Sitting on the sofa again, she fidgeted with her hair. “I haven’t known him very long. In fact, I met him about the same time I met you.”
Zack leaned forward, his forearms braced on his knees. “He was like you, a Romanian vampire.” It wasn’t a question.
She nodded. “He was one of my father’s half brothers.”
“Go on.”
“My grandfather had a lot of wives.” That was an understatement; he’d had twenty. “And they had a lot of children.” Another understatement. “Usually, only my grandfather’s favorite wife and her children lived at the Fortress with him. The other wives all had homes elsewhere because no one really liked my grandmother back then.” Kaitlyn smiled inwardly. Her mother had told her that Liliana’s demeanor had changed drastically after Kaitlyn was born. Liliana had grown kinder, Elena had said, more thoughtful of others.
Zack leaned back in his chair, contemplating what Kaitlyn had said. Vampires marrying, having children, living in castles like old royalty. It was a hell of a story.
“I didn’t grow up at the Fortress,” Kaitlyn said, “so I don’t know all of my father’s half brothers and sisters, or their mothers. My grandfather’s wives all kept their maiden names so he would know which children belonged to which wife.”
“Sounds like he had quite a harem.”
Kaitlyn laughed. “I always thought so.”
“So, all things considered, it appears that Korzha was after you for some reason. Do you think he intended to kidnap you, and if so, what was his motive?”
“I don’t have any idea.” She chewed on her lower lip a moment. “Years ago, before I was born, my father killed one of Daryn’s brothers.” It was an old story, one well-known by covens throughout the world.
Zack grunted softly. “Sounds like a good, old-fashioned case of revenge to me.”
“After more than twenty years?” It seemed a farfetched idea, and yet, in the back of her mind, she remembered her father calling to check up on her not long ago. He had said something about a rumor he had heard, and almost in the same breath, he had mentioned Daryn and his mother. Was it possible Nadiya was behind it all?
When she asked Zack what he thought about it, he shrugged. “You know what they say, revenge is a dish best served cold.”
“It would have to be frozen by now,” Kaitlyn retorted. “Zack, you have to leave here. Or I do. If my father finds out what happened . . . You know how he feels about the Others. And if he finds out you killed one of us . . .” She shuddered, not wanting to dwell on what her father might do. She had no future with Zack. She knew that, but she didn’t want anything to happen to him.
“I’m not leaving,” Zack said. “I like it here.”
“Then I’ll go.”
“I’m not afraid of your father.”
“Well, you should be!”
“Calm down, girl. There’s no reason for you to be so upset. And no reason for your father to be angry with me. I haven’t done anything except probably save your life. I’d think he’d be grateful for that.”
He was right. She was overreacting because Zack was one of the Others. But she couldn’t help it. Her father might accept her dating a mortal; dating someone he considered an enemy of her people—even if that someone had saved her life—was something else entirely.
She shook her head. She had to calm down. Zack was right. He had saved her from whatever nefarious plot Daryn had devised. Surely that would tip the scales in Zack’s favor.
Besides, she loved it here and she didn’t want to leave.
And she didn’t want to leave Zack, either.
“Well, now that we’ve got that settled,” Zack said, “I think it’s time we got down to some serious kissing.”
All thoughts of Daryn and her father disappeared at the thought of kissing Zack. “Oh, you do, do you?”
“Don’t you?” He leaned forward. “Or are you going to start that whole ‘I can’t see you anymore’ nonsense again.”
“It isn’t nonsense. My father’s a force to be reckoned with. If . . .”
A single thought carried Zack from the chair to the sofa. “I don’t want to talk about your father, or vampires, or Others,” he said, drawing her into his arms. “I don’t want to think about anything but you.”
“Zack . . .”
“Shh.”
With a sigh, she relaxed in his arms.
“That’s better,” he murmured. Cupping her face in his hands, he kissed her, softly, slowly. His tongue traced her lower lip, delved inside for a taste and then withdrew, moving to lave the side of her neck. Her stomach tightened when she felt the light scrape of his fangs against her skin.
“Zack . . .”
“Just a taste, love, that’s all.”
She rarely drank from a living source. Being only half vampire, she lacked the inescapable need to hunt, but there was no denying that taking blood from mortals was a pleasurable sensation. No one had ever taken her blood. What would it be like, to be prey instead of predator? To feel Zack’s fangs at her throat? Driven by curiosity, she canted her head to the side, giving Zack access to her neck, only then realizing that she was putting her life in his hands. He was older, stronger. If he decided to drain her dry, she wouldn’t be able to stop him.
He must have sensed her sudden apprehension, because he said, “It’s all right, Katy. You don’t have to do it if you’ve changed your mind.”
“I haven’t,” she said, and it was true. At that moment, she wanted nothing more than to nourish Zack with her life’s blood.
Murmuring her name, he bent his head to her neck.
She had expected it to hurt, at least a little, but there was only a rush of warmth when his fangs pierced her skin, and then a flood of pleasure that was sensual beyond belief. Heat flowed through her, bringing all her senses to life, pooling deep within the very heart of her being, stealing the strength from her limbs, until all she wanted was to lose herself in his touch.
She felt bereft when he lifted his head. “Are you done so soon?”
“I’d better stop while I can.”
She touched her neck where his fangs had been. “That felt wonderful. Does it feel that way for mortals?”
“It depends on who’s doing the biting. Some vampires make it pleasant, others take what they want without any thought for their prey. Haven’t you ever bitten anyone?”
“Of course! Well, not often,” she admitted.
“Well, I can’t imagine you tearing into anybody, so they probably enjoyed it. Can you read their minds?” At her nod, he said, “Next time, listen to their thoughts.”
“Can I drink from you?”
“Sure, darlin’.”
She hesitated, suddenly embarrassed. It was one thing to hunt for mortal prey, to drink from a stranger and then wipe all memory of it from his mind, quite another to drink from someone you cared for, especially when that someone was a vampire.
“Having second thoughts?” he asked.
“No.”
Drawing her into his arms again, he kissed her, his hands moving slowly, seductively, along her spine, traveling up and down her thigh.
His touch awakened her desire, and her hunger. She rained kisses on his cheeks, the hollow of his throat, until she found the soft, sweet place just beneath his left ear, and bit down. She had never tasted vampire blood. It was a high like no other. Or maybe it was simply because it was Zack’s blood. Whatever the reason, she knew one taste wouldn’t be enough. Would never be enough . . .
“Easy, girl,” Zack said.
But she wasn’t listening.
Muttering an oath, he grasped a handful of her hair and gave a sharp tug.
A low growl rose in Kaitlyn’s throat.
Damn, maybe this hadn’t been a good idea. “Katy darlin’, that’s enough.”
It was the endearment that broke through the red haze of her hunger. Lifting her head, she stared at Zack in horror. “I didn’t want to stop,” she said, her voice little more than a hoarse whisper. “I could have killed you.”
“I don’t think so.”
“What if I hadn’t stopped?”
He laughed softly. “I don’t want to brag, darlin’, but I think I could take you down if I had to.”
“You’re making fun of me.”
“No.” He drew her into his arms and brushed the hair away from her face. “This is the first time you’ve really surrendered to your thirst, isn’t it?”
She nodded, still embarrassed. “I don’t know what came over me.” When her father had taken her hunting the first time, she had been careful to keep her hunger in check, perhaps because she knew he was watching, perhaps because she was afraid of losing control, of taking too much. Whatever the reason, she had never let her hunger get out of hand. At the Fortress, she preferred to drink from Northa or one of the other women. While living at Wolfram, she had occasionally hunted in the city; since coming to America, she had survived on bagged blood.
“It’s all right, Katy,” Zack assured her. “No harm done.”
“How do you stop when what you really want to do is take it all?”
“Willpower, darlin’. Lots and lots of willpower. And practice,” he added with a grin. “Don’t forget, I’ve got a couple of hundred years on you.”
A slow smile spread over her face. “Maybe I could practice on you again sometime.”
“Anytime, Katy darlin’. Anytime at all.” He stroked her cheek with his knuckles. “There’s a bond between us now.”
“What kind of bond?”
“A blood bond. Can’t you feel it?” It bound them together. Wherever she went in the future, he would always be able to find her.
“I don’t think so. What does it feel like?”
“It’s hard to explain.” His mind brushed hers experimentally; he still couldn’t read her thoughts, but he sensed her curiosity, her trepidation. “Try reading my mind.”
She sat up, her brow furrowed in concentration, and then she shook her head. “Nothing. Can you read my mind?”
“Not exactly, but I can feel the link between us,” he said, pulling her into his arms again. “I’ll always be able to find you. The bond between us will grow stronger every time we share blood. Perhaps one day the link will go both ways.”
Nodding, she rested her head against his shoulder. It just wasn’t fair, she thought. She should be the stronger one. She had been born a vampire, after all, and yet, because of her mortal blood, she lacked many of the preternatural powers the rest of her people possessed.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, it seemed even the Others had stronger powers than she did.
Blood #02 - Bound by Blood
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