"Then you have a lousy imagination, Jack." Darcy strode into the room, holding a glass filled with blood. "Here you go." She handed it to Emma.
How could blood taste so good? Emma could drink easily now that her teeth were normal. It was like drinking raw power.
Another man entered the room. He was shorter than Angus, of medium height with dark brown hair and almond-shaped, amber eyes. "How are you, my dear?" He had a slight accent.
"Okay." How come her bedroom was Grand Central Station? Everybody wanted to come and gawk at the brand-new vampire. "I'm not performing any tricks today."
The man chuckled. "I'm glad you're all right. We were worried about you."
Obviously Angus wasn't too worried. He'd gone off to New York and left her alone to adjust to her new undeadness.
"I am Zoltan Czakvar." The man bowed slightly. "You are welcome here as long as you like."
"Thank you." Emma's gaze wandered over Zoltan, Robby, and Giacomo. "You're nice guys. It makes it easier to be… like this when I know how nice some of you are."
Darcy perched on the foot of the bed. "You don't have to stay like this, Emma. You can be mortal again."
But Angus was a vampire. If she stayed a vampire, she could be like him. She could zip around at incredible speed, levitate, and teleport. She'd be stronger than ever. She'd been a good slayer as a mortal, but as a vampire, she'd be a super slayer.
But if she stayed undead, it could be centuries before she saw her parents, or her brother, or Aunt Effie. That was bad.
But then again, that was centuries that she could love Angus. And he could love her. Her reservations about their relationship would be gone, now that they were the same.
"I need to talk to Angus," she repeated. Why couldn't these people understand? Why didn't Angus understand? Why did her leave her? She noticed the worried looks everyone was exchanging. Something was going on.
A sudden thought occurred to her. "Oh no! Was he injured?" She scrambled to her feet. Black dots circled her head.
Darcy reached out to her. "You should stay in bed tonight. It takes time for your body to adjust."
"No! I want the truth. Was Angus injured? Is that why he rushed off to see Roman?"
Robby shifted his weight. "He's fine. I'll send him that e-mail now." He rushed from the room.
"I'll show you the computer." Zoltan hurried after him.
Giacomo shook his head. "He should have stayed. I told him that, but… "
"But what?" Emma asked. "Why did he leave?"
Giacomo looked at her sadly. "He feels guilty."
"He left you a note." Darcy pulled a piece of paper from her pants pocket and set it on the bed.
A note? Emma frowned at it. After all they'd been through, he'd left a note? She gave Giacomo a confused look. "Why would Angus feel guilty?" It suddenly dawned on her.
"Oh, he feels bad about Katya attacking me? But we were all under attack. I understand he had to protect himself."
Giacomo sighed. "He feels bad about making you weak."
"It's not his fault Katya killed me."
Giacomo winced. "You actually killed Katya."
Emma stared at him. She must have been alive to kill Katya. Then how did she end up a vampire?
"I should go now." Giacomo hurried out the door.
"He had no choice, Emma."Austin left the room, too.
He? There was something terrible the men didn't want to say. She turned to Darcy. "Katya didn't do this to me?"
"No." Darcy's eyes were full of sympathy. "You would have died if he hadn't done it. He really had no choice."
He? God, no. Emma's knees collapsed, and she sat on the bed. Her eyes welled with tears. That was why he'd run away, plagued with guilt.
"I'm so sorry." Darcy touched Emma on the shoulder. "He insisted on doing it himself. He felt… responsible. And he knew you could be changed back."
A tear rolled down Emma's face. She caught it on her finger and saw the pinkish tint. Bloody tears, just like a vampire.
Darcy patted her on the back. "He gave you a second chance at life."
Emma swallowed hard. She'd become the kind of creature that had murdered her parents. To be transformed into a vampire, she'd had to die first. Her stomach cramped.
"Angus killed me."
Her stomach heaved, and Emma lost her first meal as a vampire.
"En garde." Giacomo saluted Emma with his foil, then pointed it at her. She attacked with a flourish of thrusts and lunges. Giacomo defended himself easily enough, but Emma knew she was making progress. Three days ago, during her first fencing lesson, he could have defeated her blindfolded. Now he was fully engaged.