Magnus stayed kneeling, staring at the laughing vampire. "You won't taste me?"
Jean-Claude shook his head, as if he didn't trust himself to speak. His eyes glittered with suppressed laughter.
"The blood has been offered." Magnus crawled back towards me. His hair had spilled forward on one side so one eye was lost, glittering like a jewel through his hair. Eyes just weren't supposed to be that color. He crawled up to me until our faces were inches apart. "A pint of blood, a pound of flesh." He whispered it, leaning in towards me as if for a kiss.
I leaned back, away from him, and overbalanced. I ended up on my back on the floor. It was not an improvement. Magnus crawled over me, still on all fours, hovering. I pressed the Browning into his chest.
"Back off, or bite it."
Magnus crawled backwards, but not very far. I sat up, keeping the gun on him one-handed. The barrel wavered a lot more than normal. "What was that all about?"
Jean-Claude said, "Janos spoke of taking blood and flesh from us this night. As an apology, Serephina offers us blood, and flesh."
I stared at Magnus, still on all fours, still looking feral and dangerous. I lowered the gun. "No, thanks."
Magnus sat back on the floor, smoothing his hands through his hair, brushing it back from his face. "You have refused Serephina's peace offerings. Do you refuse her apology as well?"
"Take us to Serephina, and you will have done what was asked of you," Jean-Claude said.
Magnus looked at me. "What of you, Anita? Are you content that I take you to Serephina? Do you accept her apology?"
I shook my head. "Why should I?"
"Anita is not a master," Jean-Claude said. "It is my vengeance, my pardon, you should be asking."
"I am doing what I was told," he said. "She challenged Ivy to a test of wills. Ivy lost."
"I didn't throw her across the room," I said.
Jean-Claude frowned. "She resorted to brute force, ma petite. She could not win by force of will or vampire wiles against a human being." He looked suddenly very serious. "She lost... to you."
"So?"
"So, ma petite, you declared yourself a master, and proved that claim."
I shook my head. "That's ridiculous; I'm not a vampire."
"I did not declare you a master vampire, ma petite. I said you were a master."
"A master what? Human being?"
It was his turn to shake his head. "I do not know, ma petite." He turned to Magnus. "What does Serephina say?"
"Serephina says to bring her."
Jean-Claude nodded and stood like he was pulled by strings. He looked fresh and new, if a little bloodstained. How dare he look so good when I felt like shit?
He looked down at Jason and me. His strange good humor had returned. He smiled down at me, and even with blood staining his mouth he was beautiful. His eyes glittered with some amusing secret. He was full of himself in a way I'd never seen before.
"I do not know if my companions are able to walk. They're feeling a little drained." He chuckled at his own joke, putting a hand in front of his eyes, as if it was too funny even for him.
"You are drunk," I said.
He nodded. "I believe I am."
"You can't be drunk on blood."
"I've drunk deep of two mortals, but neither of you are human."
I didn't want to hear this. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Necromancer with a chaser of werewolf; a drink to make any vampire giddy." He giggled. Jean-Claude never giggled.
I ignored him, if you can ignore an intoxicated vampire. "Jason, can you stand?"
"I think so." His voice was thick, heavy but not sleepy, more the languor after sex. Maybe I was glad my bite had hurt.
"Larry?"
Larry walked over to us, glancing at Magnus, gun naked in his hand. He didn't look happy. "Can we trust him?"
"We're going to," I said. "Help me stand up, and let's get out of here before fangface busts a gut."
Jean-Claude was doubled over with laughter. He seemed to think "fangface" was outrageously funny. Ye gods.
Larry helped me stand, and after a second of dizziness I was okay. He offered a hand to Jason without being asked. Jason swayed on his feet, but stayed standing.
"Can you walk?"
"If you can, I can," he said.
A man after my own heart. I took a step, another, and was on my way across the room. Jason and Larry followed. Jean-Claude staggered to his feet, still laughing softly.
Magnus was standing at the foot of the stairs, waiting for us. He had the jacket slung over one arm. He'd even found the ribbon to tie back his hair.
Jason walked wide around the torn bodies of his two would-be lovers and picked his shirt off the floor. The shirt covered the mess on his chest, but the goo was still on his face, and his hair was stiff and nearly as dark as his pants.