Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter, Book 14. Danse Macabre(104)
Jean-Claude drew me through the warm water, until my body rested against his. I laid my head back against his shoulder and said, «Didn't we just do this?»
«Not precisely, ma petite," he whispered against my wet hair.
Micah moved through the water until he knelt beside us. His hair was plastered to his head, looking straight and black. His chartreuse eyes were startling in his tanned face without the hair to distract from them. He moved in close enough that a strand of his hair touched mine, and the illusion of blackness faded, because even wet his hair was not as dark as mine, or Jean-Claude's. Impossibly rich, dark brown, but not black.
I whispered against Micah's cheek, «No, not precisely.»
Micah kissed me, then leaned back enough to see us clearly. «Now that we're clean, why couldn't we wake you and Jean-Claude?»
«I thought Jean-Claude was awake the whole time,» I said.
«Not at first; at first he was as out of it as you were.»
«How did you know he wasn't just dead to the world like normal?»
«He was breathing.»
I felt Jean-Claude stir against me, as if that fact had startled him. «Breathing. How… interesting.» His voice was very careful.
«Shouldn't you have been breathing?» I asked.
«No,» he said.
I turned around in his arms until I could study his face. That face showed me nothing. It was as beautiful and unreadable as a painting, as if instead of a face with movement and breath, it were just a moment caught in time, a single lovely expression. He was at his most careful, hiding, when he was like that.
«Why is your breathing more surprising than your not dying at dawn?» I asked.
«I also dreamed,» he said.
I frowned at him. «You were asleep. You dream when you're asleep.»
«I have not dreamed in almost six hundred years.»
«What did you dream?» Micah asked.
«A very practical question, mon chat.»
I looked from one to the other of them. «Am I missing something?»
Jean-Claude looked at me. «What did you dream, ma petite? Who did you dream of?» His voice never changed from that friendly lilt.
«You ask like you already know,» I said.
«You must say it, ma petite.»
«The Mother of All Darkness,» I said, softly, and just saying it seemed to make the room not quite bright enough.
«Marmee Noir,» he said, nodding.
«Yes,» I said. I tried to read past that pleasant exterior, and failed. «You dreamed of her, too?»
«Oui.»
«You both dreamed of the head of the vampire council?»
«She is much more than that,» Jean-Claude said. «She is the creator of our civilization. Our laws are her laws. Some say she was the first vampire, and that she truly is the mother of us all.»
I cuddled in closer to him, and he tucked me under his arm, so I could wrap my arms around his waist. Somehow, close wasn't close enough when talking about the Mother of All Darkness.
«What did you dream, exactly?» Micah asked.
«She tried to play human for me, but, God, she was bad at it.»
«I saw her bend over you, ma petite. I saw her begin to take you away from me. But I could not reach you, the darkness held me as her figure bent over you.» He shuddered, and held me right against his body. «I could not reach you, and her voice taunted me for my carelessness.» He kissed the top of my head. «But she also told me that if I had given you the fourth mark, that she would have killed you, for if she could not control you, then she would destroy you.»
Micah came to us, tucked himself against me, pressing Jean-Claude's arm between us, his own arm going across Jean-Claude's shoulders. Micah was on his knees beside me, because their heads came together over mine, and Micah wasn't tall enough for that without some help. «But you woke before Anita,» Micah said. «Why?»
«I thought if I could break my dream, it would free ma petite. It did not, but I was able to break Marmee's hold on my mind. That, in itself, is a surprising thing.»
«Surprising doesn't begin to cover it,» I said. «How did you break free?»
«How did you?» he asked.
«I called the only animal I have that isn't a cat. She only does cats. I saw her in that room, where her real body is. I saw her body jerk. My wolf bit her, for real, I think.»
The two men held me tighter, pressing me between them, as if something about what I'd said scared them. I guess it was scary, but… «Am I missing something here, guys? You're suddenly both even more afraid.»
«The ability to send a spirit animal through dream and harm another is rare among us.»