Darkness Rises(40)

“Your legs are hanging off the end by a good foot and a half and I can’t even sleep on that lumpy piece of crap when I’m drunk.”
He smiled. “I’ve slept on worse surfaces.”
“Have you ever slept in a coffin?”
“Yes, but only as a practical joke.”
“What about in a crypt?”
“More than once when it took me longer than expected to track down a nasty vampire and I couldn’t find any other shelter before the sun rose.”
“Was the crypt more comfortable than my futon?”
He grinned. “Hands down.”
Again she laughed. “Then get in here. We’re adults. We can do this.”
He couldn’t find the strength to refuse. “Merci.” Rising, he strode into her room and circled the bed. “I’m surprised you trust me enough to sleep beside me.”
“To be honest, I am, too. You really aren’t going to bite me?”
“No.” He settled beside her on top of the covers.
“Any plans to cop a feel?”
Her scent enveloped him as he turned his head to stare at her. “Would you mind if I did?”
“I’m still considering that one.”
Yes. This was definitely a bad idea.
“What is it about you that makes me want to forget what you are,” she asked softly, “that makes me believe you are what you are and not one of the vampires I hate so much?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps the same thing about you that makes me want to believe you won’t drive a stake through my heart or chop off my head as soon as I doze off.”
Curling onto her side to face him, she raised one hand and drew delicate fingers down his cheek as her gaze roved his face. “Truce?”
“Truce.”
“Good night, Étienne.”
Heart racing, he clasped her fingers and brought them to his lips. “Good night, Krysta.”
She fell asleep holding his hand.
He wanted to stay awake and savor that. The sweetness of it. But the healing sleep swiftly claimed him.
 

 

Étienne dreamed vampires hunted him.
No. The vampires hunted Krysta. And the dream was hers. He could always tell when someone else’s dream became his because he first saw them from that person’s perspective. And he wasn’t a slender, significantly shorter woman.
Usually, he could separate himself from the dreamer and participate as he would in his own dreams. He had never been able to do that when Ami’s dreams had seized him. He had been as much a victim of the atrocities committed against her as she had in those dreams and often dreaded sleeping when he stayed the day at David’s.
As Krysta confronted the vampires and began to swing her shoto swords, Étienne left her form and joined in the fight as himself.
She grinned when she saw him. “About time!” she quipped.
Étienne laughed and engaged the vamps, who were much more organized and swung their weapons with greater control and accuracy in the dream.
A dozen vampires fell. Two dozen replaced them.
Then Sean arrived and was somehow thrust into the middle of everything.
Krysta’s brother had skills. But—without whatever edge Krysta’s ability to see auras gave her—he fared badly, accumulating wound after wound as Krysta fought to get to his side.
The more panicked she became, the more wounds she suffered and the weaker she grew.
Étienne couldn’t reach her. Every time he cut down one vampire a second took his place.
One vamp disarmed and captured Sean. Pulling him back against his chest, the vampire sent Krysta a cruel smile.
“Kill him!” the others cried.
“No!” Krysta screamed.
“Remember, the male is the one we’re after,” another voice said softly, strangely calm amidst the slaverings of the vampires. “We want the immortal alive. The human female is expendable.”
What?
“Don’t hurt him!” Krysta begged, her eyes still on her brother. “Please!”
“Rendezvous with target in one mile,” the same calm voice announced.
Étienne stopped fighting. Something was wrong.
The vampires converged upon Krysta, yelling and taunting. None spoke with the voice Étienne had heard.
The vampire holding Sean began to sing in a falsetto voice, “I feel pretty! Oh, so pretty! I feel pretty and witty and gaaaaaay!”
What the hell was with that song?
Krysta vanished.
Frowning, Étienne spun in a circle. “Krysta?”
“Étienne?”
“Where are you?” He resumed fighting, doing his damnedest to reach her brother while the vamp who held him continued to sing in that weird high voice.
“Étienne!”
He looked around, but still couldn’t find her. “Krysta?”
“Étienne! Wake up!”