This was the hard part. She’d accepted the conversion and all that came with it. She’d embraced being Carpathian, but . . . There was this. Sleeping in the soil. She had to admit, it felt comforting, even soothing, but it wasn’t over her face.
Reading her need for a few moments’ delay so she could come to terms with sleeping in soil, Tariq changed the subject. “Emeline wanted Liv to see what she faced. She also wanted her to have confidence in the fact that the Carpathians would be there for her when she needed them.”
“That’s true.” Charlotte snuggled closer to him. She was tired. Exhausted. She trusted him to make certain she didn’t feel as if she were buried alive.
“I just wonder how Emeline can have faith in us for the others, but not for herself.”
“I think she just needs time.” Charlotte kissed his throat and closed her eyes. “I do need to sleep, Tariq. Just don’t let me wake still under the soil.”
“Of course, sielamet. I have you. Always.”
17
Deep beneath the soil, under the basement of the huge Victorian mansion, Tariq’s eyes snapped open and he willed the earth to open above him and took his first breath. Charlotte was in his arms, and as he gave a thought to be thankful she was asleep, she stirred. Her eyes opened, and he could see the panic in them.
I can’t move.
It is the paralysis of our kind. The sun is still high. We cannot move during these hours. While giving her the explanation, he was already assessing the reason he’d been awakened before the sun had set.
Her heart went wild. Seriously, Tariq, I can’t move at all.
Tariq scanned the compound. Let your heart follow the rhythm of mine. Relax. Ordinarily we sleep during this time. I’m surprised you awakened. He shouldn’t have been surprised. He should have expected that anything to do with the children would draw her attention.
That stopped her panic. What’s wrong? Why did I wake up?
Feel the compound above us. Let your mind expand to encompass all of it. You want to look above and below the compound as well. Always when you awaken you must do that. It allows you to feel if an enemy is near. In this case, you should find . . .
Liv. She’s by herself, walking away from her house. What is she doing? Fear crept into Charlotte’s voice.Deep inside, he had to admit, he felt that same fear, but he refused to allow her to see or feel it. Liv was fragile. Too fragile. He worried she would harm herself. He should have considered converting her the same night he converted Charlotte. He’d been so concerned they’d harm the children, that the pain would be too great for them, but they’d found the way to do it. He just had lingering doubts. They were children. Still . . .
He touched Liv’s mind. She was sound asleep. He wasn’t in the least surprised at that; she often walked in her sleep.
I’ll show you. I built a command center down here in the event this place was ever attacked during the day when I couldn’t defend it as well.
But we can’t move. Not a muscle.
It can be done with patience and practice. I had many years to figure out how to do this. I have lived in the human world for centuries. I’ve had to adapt to modern ways and think in terms of modern warfare.
He waved his hand without moving his arm and a console appeared low, on his right side. Overhead, a bank of screens lit with an eerie glow. The entire compound, every house, the fence lines, the shore, all of it appeared on various screens. Liv walked slowly, steadily, one foot in front of the other, away from the houses and toward the gate.
Donald. Mary. Liv is up again. Tariq sent the call, certain they were already on the move, prepared for Liv’s daytime escapades. The couple was always ready to intercept her when she sleepwalked and get her back to bed.
Almost as soon as he sent the alert Donald and Mary came onto the screen, strolling hand in hand as they always did when they were together. They caught up to Liv just as she entered one of the corridors Tariq had designed and made sure were always erected during the day. The corridors were a maze, and every few feet doors could drop down if necessary to trap someone inside. Not visible to the naked eye, the maze made it nearly impossible for Liv or any of the children to wander off during daylight hours. The corridors led to the front gates from several directions, but because they were unseen, they were very difficult to get through.
They watched as Donald gently put his hand on Liv’s shoulder and Mary circled her with a comforting arm as she bent to talk to the child. A few moments later, Liv cried and shook her head repeatedly as the couple firmly turned her back toward the house she shared with her brother and sisters.
I should be the one to comfort her and put her back to bed, Charlotte said, her eyes on the screen. I hate this feeling of helplessness.
Tariq had had centuries to learn to endure. Charlotte was new at it and aside from her initial panic when she found herself paralyzed, she had done well controlling her heart, keeping the rhythm steady and her breathing even.
You can’t just rely on the screens, sielamet. Expand your mind. Encompass the compound. Be aware always of your surroundings.
Charlotte’s eyes were glued to the screen and the progress the Waltons made with Liv. Liv sagged against Donald, forcing him to take most of her weight. She stumbled several times as if she still wasn’t all the way awake. When the camera caught her face, tears tracked down in a steady flow.
How can you stand this, Tariq? It must have been hell when you first brought the children here.
That much was true. It was still hell. Like Charlotte, he wanted to go to Liv and comfort her. The best he could do was send warmth into her mind and soothe her before helping to send her to sleep. Shockingly, he found Val in her mind, soothing her as well. Her restlessness had awakened him, too. Tariq was going to have to give that some thought: the fact that a restless child could awaken a powerful, dangerous ancient and he would take the time to try to soothe her was so extraordinary that it bothered him. He didn’t like mysteries.
The first few days after they arrived were bad, he said to Charlotte. I didn’t know what to expect from them—especially Liv or Emeline. Emeline never leaves her house other than to sit on her porch, and that’s rare. Liv walks in her sleep nearly every single day. Mary and Donald expect it now.
Liv and Emeline both are afraid to sleep because Vadim can come to them while they’re unaware. He demands Emeline come to him or he will force Liv to harm herself.
Tariq sighed. He was well aware that even with the safeguards woven by the combined efforts of all the Carpathians, they couldn’t prevent Vadim from attacking from within the two females. The vampire had taken their blood, forced Emeline to take his. His puppets had torn into Liv with their teeth, spreading their master’s blood like a virus.
It is Emeline Vadim visits in her sleep, and he gets to Liv through Emeline’s dreams.
He had no way to stop that. No matter how they’d tried to weave safeguards over both houses where Liv and Emeline stayed, Vadim still managed to attack while they slept. Mary had held Vadim in check in his attacks on Liv with her extraordinary gift. She sang, and the melody and lyrics soothed and put the child to sleep and then followed her into her dreams so that Vadim hadn’t been able to get through.
He’d asked Liv if Mary’s songs were still helping; she’d shrugged and shaken her head and then shrugged again. He’d touched her mind to see her memories. Vadim was the biggest part of her memories; in fact he was slowly taking them over, as if she really had been infected by a virus.
I shouldn’t have waited, Charlotte. I was so afraid of harming her by the conversion, by acting too fast without thinking it all the way through, that she’s suffered, perhaps unnecessarily. Emeline isn’t mine. I have no idea what is the right way to go about helping her.
She needs time.
Charlotte’s voice soothed him, but . . . I’m not certain she has time—if any of them have time. We have to come to a decision on Liv and act on it this next rising. That told him he was still concerned about converting the girl and what harm could be done to her. He was a man who was thorough. He studied a problem from every angle and then attacked it with confidence, but these were children and he was responsible for them. More, he cared about them. If he lost Liv in the conversion, he would never forgive himself.
Liv was now in bed, Mary singing softly and Donald sitting on the opposite side, holding Liv’s hand. Even as she drifted off, there were tears on her face.I should be there with her, Charlotte reiterated, and her voice broke.
That little catch in her voice made his heart hurt. Sielamet. It won’t be much longer. We’re building something good here. I’m going to send you back to sleep and when we next wake, we can call the others to help in converting Liv. It was all he could give her. Her tears broke his heart, just as Liv’s did. The only solution was to bring Liv fully into their world. It wouldn’t change what happened to her, but it would give her other tools to deal with the trauma, and Vadim wouldn’t be able to get to her.
I would like to go on record that this paralysis thing is for the birds. Seriously, Tariq, the rest of it, even the blood thing and being in the ground, I can deal with, but not being able to move sucks. Anyone claustrophobic might have a real problem with this.
Just like that, Charlotte managed to push the harsh realities of his life away to replace them with a softness and warmth inside. With amusement. She was so perfect for him. For the children. For his fellow hunters, the ones she was a little afraid of, but still worried about and admired and respected.