Sweet Blood of Mine (35 page)

"Beheading, usualy. If they lose enough blood they'l die, too. They can't live without it. They store blood in their stomachs."

I made a face. "Yuck! I just don't get how they can drink blood. It's gross for a whole host of reasons, not to mention it's unsanitary." I paused and looked at her. "Do you have to drink blood?"

She shifted uncomfortably. "I'd rather not talk about it."

"You know al about my kind. I know nothing about this Templar and dhampyr business."

After staring blankly at the wal for a few seconds, she sighed. "I guess you deserve some explanation."

"It would be nice after having a knife pressed to my throat." I raised an eyebrow in chalenge.

She looked down at the table. "We need human blood to survive, just like nightstalkers—that's what we cal normal vampires. We can subsist on mammalian blood, but it isn't as nutritious, so to speak."

"Nothing like Flintstones vitamins, eh?"

A brief smile lit her face and vanished like the sun behind a cloud. "We don't drink directly from humans. It's forbidden. The Templar organization provides us with blood packs."

"Can you eat normal food?"

"We have to eat it for our human side to survive."

"Dad told me vampires love spawn blood like a woman loves her chocolate. Is it the same for you?"

Her violet eyes sparkled and she gave my neck a long look. "I've never tasted it." She clenched a fist. "I don't understand how I could have missed what you are al that time. I can usualy sense it right away."

"I had a charm protecting me. I guess it camouflaged me just enough."

"No. You don't understand. The minute I spiled your blood it was al I could do not to…"

"You vanted to suck my blood?" I said in my best Count Chocula imitation.

Count Chocula imitation.

She chuckled. "I had never smeled anything quite like it. So sweet. Just the smel made my skin tingle, like chocolate. I can't imagine what it would taste like."

"Are you saying you only wanted me for my blood?" Doubt crept into my gut. What if my sweet blood had been the only reason she'd falen for me in the first place?

Her body tensed. She bit her upper lip and turned her gaze back to the map. "Maybe we should get back to planning your father's rescue."

I grimaced. Stubborn girl. "What did you have in mind?" I pushed away the doubt for another time. More important matters required my attention.

"What was I talking about before?" she said, tapping her chin and looking at the map. "Oh yeah.

Nightstalkers." She gave me a drawing of what looked like Grandpa, the vampire, from the Munsters. Underneath the drawing were a few paragraphs outlining some interesting factoids about vampires.

"Is this what passes for Templar literature on vampires?"

"No, I made that one just for you."

"Cute." I chuckled and read through it. "How can you tel a vampire's age?"

"Wel, if his bones are like iron, then he's probably old. They get a lot tougher with age."

"That's helpful. I'd like to know how old one is before I attack."

"The vampires who have your father are a bunch of young rogues. They're rebeling against the established order for more freedom."

"More freedom to kil?"

She shook her head. "Vampires don't like to kil. It would be very messy. They have wiling humans who keep them fed for the possibility of being turned or for the high it gives them."

"I guess I can see the lure of immortality."

"It boils down to population control. Immortals can't add more humans to their ranks without outpacing their food source. The rogues disagree with the policy."

"Maybe they want al their friends to live forever."

"Probably. In any case, they rebeled because they hate their politics."

"Sounds a lot like human politics."

She quirked an eyebrow. "Just because they're supernatural doesn't mean they're any better at life than the rest of us."

I had so many questions I wanted to ask about her, her family, and their mission. But I knew al that had to wait, so I asked her to get down to brass tacks and explain her plan to me. She'd already mapped out several routes and possible locations where my dad might be within the building. I was amazed at how she analyzed and broke down what seemed an impossible rescue attempt now that I was presented with the logistics.

"We prepare tomorrow and start at dawn the next day."

"Isn't that a school day?"

She blew out a breath. "If we fail, I don't think it'l matter."

I raised the question I'd been dreading the answer to. "What do you think our chances are?"

She compressed her lips into a thin line. "Slim to none."

Elyssa looked at the time. "I should go. I have…

responsibilities."

"Beasts to slay? People to save?"

One corner of her mouth lifted in a wistful smile.

"Let's just say that my absence wil be noticed."

I knew that feeling. Her absence left an aching void in my heart.

She stood up and turned to leave. I walked her to the door and opened it. She stopped just over the threshold and offered a hopeful smile.

"We'l get him back, Justin."

Then my sexy ninja girl turned and walked to her car. I wanted to race after her. Spin her around and kiss her. I wanted her back so badly that the effort of not chasing her squeezed my heart until tears weled in my eyes.

I closed the door as the tailights of her car faded into the night and readied for bed.

I passed out the moment my head hit the pilow.

Surprisingly, I didn't have a single nightmare. Real life was already a big enough nightmare, and the future wasn't looking much brighter.

I woke up feeling moderately less depressed than the day before. A shower and a shave later, I left and went to the Laundromat where Dad had taught me how to feed properly. The people there were not exactly perky.

Boredom etched tired expressions on most of their faces.

Their emotions read like flat-lined heart monitors and tasted like unsalted pretzels.

After a trickling diet of unsatisfying blah, a couple of old women came in, gossiping and laughing about some poor woman named Matilda who apparently was not as great a cook or lover as she thought. Neither of them looked like God's gift to men, either, with their pink curlers and polyester clothes. And they smeled like baby powder.

On the other hand, their emotional states were just dandy. I tapped into both of the gossipers and my much-needed helping of tastier emotional nutrition trickled in. My nerves calmed and the worry creasing my forehead into an origami swan notched a level lower. But I wanted more and I wanted it faster. I puled harder. The women noticed.

They licked their lips and preened their hair. One of them pressed her hands against her hips and pursed her lips. I realized with horror I was about to resuscitate their elderly sex drives.

I did
not
want anything to do with that. I grimaced and throttled back before I instigated grandma porn that would destroy the minds of everyone present.

After getting my fix, I went home to wait for Elyssa.

I studied the map she'd given me last night in the hope I might discover a minor detail that would make things easier.

I apparently didn't possess her skil with analytics, however, because it al looked like a jumble of lines and dots. I gave up. My phone rang. I answered without checking who it was, thinking it must be Elyssa.

"Hey, Justin," said Katie.

My brain flat-lined for a moment because I hadn't even given her much thought since the party. It seemed ages ago I'd suffered my Katie-induced meltdown. "Uh, hey. What's going on?"

"I hadn't heard from you since Friday. I must have been realy drunk because I don't remember a thing." She paused. "I do remember us kissing—"

"Yeah, you were realy drunk," I said, thinking fast.

"But, um my dad's realy sick so I haven't had a chance to cal." I was pretty sure "kidnapped by vampires" would not fly wel with her.

"I hope it's nothing serious."

"He's puking al over the place. I feel kinda bad

"He's puking al over the place. I feel kinda bad leaving him alone. How about we get together later this week?"

"Promise?" she said, drawing out the word in a throaty, sexy voice which I had never heard her use before.

What the hel is it with women? The minute you don't give a crap about them, they suddenly want you.

"I promise," I said, leaving out the clause which abdicated me of said promise should vampires kil me or Elyssa decide she wanted me again, and hung up.

"Hasn't that girl caused you enough trouble?" said Elyssa in a withering tone.

I jumped so high I hit the ceiling with my head and left a dent. "You scared the crap out of me," I said, brushing drywal dust out of my hair.

"Sorry," she said, not looking sorry at al. She set a black leather scabbard on the table. "I brought this for you, just in case."

I puled a silvery-looking rapier from the scabbard and admired it. It was beautifuly designed with tiny pictures of knights kiling al sorts of evil creatures like me engraved on the blade. "Wow." I sheathed it and gave her a quizzical look. "Why don't we use guns? Or is it required we go old-school on vamps?"

She shrugged. "Tradition. There are those who prefer projectile weapons, but not my family."

"What if the vamps have guns?"

"I'm sure some do. Bring a gun if you want, but it won't do much good unless it blows a huge hole in them."

"What about a headshot?" I'd kiled thousands of virtual enemies in video games, but real-life shooting sent a shudder of horror down my spine.

"I suppose if you blew their head off it would kil them. Vampires can regenerate almost anything else provided they're wel fed."

I examined the blade. "I'm guessing this is silver."

"Steel with a thin silver coating," she said. "Silver won't outright kil anything, but it does stop a supernatural from healing as quickly."

"Why not make a bunch of silver bulets?"

"It would be very expensive."

"Wel, at least some myths have a basis in fact even if you can't insta-kil a vampire like Blade does."

"Blade." She snorted. "What a joke." She puled a couple of sheathed knives from a duffel bag and added them to the pile on the table. The last item she removed was a black ninja-like outfit, hoodie and al.

"Are you sure you guys aren't realy ninjas?"

"Ninjas
are
a lot cooler," she said, a tiny smile fighting its way onto her stern face.

I reached out a tentative hand and touched hers where she'd let it rest on the table. "If we survive this, I'd realy like to know more about what you are," I said.

She sighed and puled her hand away. "If we survive this, we can't hang out or pal around, period. My parents may not hunt you down, but that wouldn't stop my brothers from stepping in. They have a thing for protecting their little sister." She pshawed and looked annoyed.

"I get it," I said. "Two older brothers, Templar Knights, no less. I'l bet being a little sister has been quite a tribulation for you with those two beating the snot out of anyone who gave you a cross look." I laughed. "No wonder you got so ticked off whenever I tried to protect you."

She blessed me with a genuine smile. "I'm not some weak little girl who can't stand up for herself."

"Most girls aren't vampiric Templars either."

"On that we can agree," she said. "Come on. Let's see how you handle a real sword."

We went into the backyard and fenced. She was far better than I was, although I'd never practiced against someone who used two short swords, or anyone who used someone who used two short swords, or anyone who used real swords for that matter. The fencing classes I'd taken years ago were of some use since the rapier was one of the swords we'd used. After an hour, my muscles adapted to the feel and balance of the weapon. It realy was a superb piece of work. My reflexes were quick, and my body supernaturaly agile, but Elyssa's wel-tuned muscle memory knew exactly what to do in situations I had never faced. I thought she might take my head off if I didn't use every ounce of skil I had.

"Are you realy trying to kil me?" I asked, panting after barely deflecting the two-pronged attacks from her short swords

"Do you think the vampires wil stop and give you a breather?" she said, pushing both of her swords against mine. She swept her foot low, knocking me on my back and placed a sword at my throat.

I pounded my fist on the grass in frustration. If the vampires were this good, I was screwed. Having my ass relentlessly kicked by a girl was not the best thing for my ego either. After countless lost bouts, I finaly earned a draw from her. We were both panting from the exercise.

"You're not bad," she said as we sat on the porch swing to recover from the intense workout.

"If by not bad you mean I'm a notch above useless, then thanks."

"No, I realy think with some practice you could beat me."

"And your brothers are better than you?"

"Much better. And stronger."

"Great. I hope they don't figure out where you are."

"They're out of the state right now on assignment."

"Isn't this an interesting sight," said a male voice.