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Five � Cutting to Find
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What I needed, I decided in the morning, was something to
clear my head.� Rather than turning off
toward Cheydinhal, I continued around the ring toward Bravil so that I could
visit a little Ayleid ruin, Anutwyll.
Even that had been robbed of much of its former joy.� Perhaps it was partly because there were more
traps than enemies, and most of the traps were poisoned gas, the easiest to
overcome.� Oh, to be sure, the crablike
land dreugh were formidable, and intimidating in their
alien looks the first few times; but that was not quite enough for me.
Perhaps it was the fact that memories were finally starting
to come up into the light, and I did not care for them.�
Anutwyll had fallen easily to the revolution.� Its sorcerer-king had ruled for only a few
weeks, and was not yet really capable of the degree of leadership he would have
needed to keep the human slaves in check when Alessia and Pelinal came.� And why was this?� Because the old king had
just died, poisoned by one of his mistresses.� She�d come to him as a lovely young thing,
originally from Moranda, and he had been neither the first nor the last Ayleid
king to die in her presence.
That was to say nothing of those she�d roused into frenzy
against each other just when Umaril was calling for unity against the human
threat.� Her beauty and her honeyed words
had been their own kinds of poison.
Thence, I thought, both the talent
for poisons and the reluctance to use beautiful words when I�d actually meant
them.
Lovely little creature, passed around from one power-mad old
lecher to the next, little more than a slave herself to all seeming, except
that her masters kept turning up dead � stop it.� Kept turning up dead because that was all she
could do to save herself, when she could no longer
bear the touch of � stop it, stop it.
What was I going to do with more Welkynd stones anyway?� Hateful things.� I sold them in Bravil for much less than they
were worth, and headed back toward Cheydinhal.�
I was no longer fit for any purpose except murder.
Vicente ushered me down into his private room, beneath
Ocheeva�s after a spiraling hallway.�
�How was your last assignment?�
�Disappointing.� It felt � �� Odd to have to say such a thing.� �It felt incomplete.� Because I didn�t kill
anyone.�
He grinned, and the slight extra length of his canines
showed.� �You wish you could have.�
�Well, that�s the point,
isn�t it?� We kill.� We destroy.��
I paused.� �I have always been a
destroyer.�
�I doubt that you will have to deal with such an awkward
contract again.� I have not heard of one
like it before.� Perhaps the Night Mother
allowed it so that you would see and appreciate your calling.�
�Yes, I suppose so.�
Do I have another contract waiting?�
�No, not yet.� But I have a few things for you,
regardless.� First is this.�� He took a pendant out of his pocket and
slipped it around my neck.� �It will give
you strength and will,� he said as I looked at the coppery circle on its
chain.� Then he gave me an advancement in rank, and a key to the grate over the well
outside our abandoned house � a shortcut into the Sanctuary.� I would never have to utter our accursed
password again.� �And finally,� he said,
now more slowly and deliberately, �I would like to make you an offer.�
I looked back up at him from my presents, and his eyes
seemed to shine a bit more red than usual.�
�Yes?�
He glanced down, running his tongue over his teeth.� �I know that you have killed my kind before,�
he murmured.� �But you and I have gotten
along very well, I think.�
I nodded.� In my head
I was tallying all the smiles and glances he�d given me since my arrival, each
casual touch and gift, and wondering whether, in the end, I was going to be
expected to share my favors with every single member of the Sanctuary, like
Lucien himself.
Probably not M�raaj-Dar.� Please not Gogron.
�I like to hope that I have changed your mind about us,� he
continued, drawing closer to me.� �If I
have�I would like to offer you the Dark Gift.�
I can make you one of us.�
Even worse than I�d anticipated.� I would actually have been willing to have
sex with him:� he was both attractive and
kind, and, as Lucien had pointed out, cultured.�
But I had no interest in becoming a vampire.� Eternal life was the opposite of what I
wanted.� �No.� I�m sorry.�
He sucked his breath in through his teeth, frustrated, and
passed his hands gently over my shoulders.�
Gently, but I could still feel the tension in fingers I suddenly
remembered were stronger than human.� The
atmosphere between us seemed to shift slightly.�
�Are you sure?� he whispered, pressing against me, brushing his lips
against my shoulder.� �That would be so
unfortunate.� I kept myself hungry for
you.�
�She said no.�� We
both turned to see Lucien standing in the doorway.� He looked even more dangerous without the
cool smile to which I�d grown accustomed.�
�And you know better than to do this without my leave.�
Vicente�s grasp on my arms tightened uncomfortably, and I
could hear the quickening of his breath.�
He turned back away from Lucien, back toward the base of my neck,
against orders.� He was losing
control.� �Forgive me, Methusiele.� But you are so � �
�Vicente!��
It was the first time I had heard Lucien raise his
voice.� I jumped, even knowing I was not
the object of his anger.� Vicente glared
at him, and I thought he would refuse to let me go, until we both saw the
dagger Lucien had raised.� I could see
the stored magicka flickering across its edge:�
it was a fire blade.� Fire against the vampire.�
It was Lucien�s business to be well prepared.
�It is this knife,
Vicente,� Lucien snarled.� �Do not make
me use it.�
Vicente stepped away from me, eyes fixed on Lucien.
�Methusiele,� said Lucien, �you may take your leave.� Vicente, you will drink from the blood we
have stored for you and calm down.�
�It will not do,� Vicente rasped.� �As you know.� I was going to turn her.� A bottle of old blood will not suffice.�
Lucien made an angry, strangled noise, his eyes and
knifepoint still trained on Vicente.
I didn�t want to leave them like this, not knowing what they
might be about to do to each other.�
Until today, Vicente had never been anything but good to me, and I did
not hold him responsible for the madness his hunger caused.� I had seen it overcome good men before � the
tormented, failed hunters Azura had once sent me to kill in mercy, for
example.� Nor did I want to think that
Lucien was risking harm for my sake.�
That was too peculiar to contemplate.
�Don�t hurt him,� I said, and as it happened I said it to
Lucien.� It could have gone either way.
Lucien spared me a glance over his shoulder, and Vicente
smiled a little, which just then was an unpleasant thing.� �Don�t hurt
him,� Lucien echoed.� �He almost�and you
have not gone.� You want to help, I
suppose.�� He inhaled and exhaled
loudly.� �So I finally have your loyalty
to your Brothers at the least opportune time.�
Very well then.�
If you are going to stay, then you will have to do exactly as I say, or
this may end very badly for all three of us.�
Do you understand?�
I nodded, and then remembered that he could not afford to
look away from Vicente again.� �Yes.�
�There are two hungers at work here.� You are willing to help assuage the lesser?�
After all, I had already considered that before I�d realized
that the greater was in effect.� �Yes, I
am.�
�You are a precious girl,� Vicente whispered, though he was
still intently watching Lucien.
Lucien nodded.� �Then
close the door.�� I did.� �In that cupboard there,� he said, gesturing
vaguely toward it with his head, �are several vials of blood and one
potion.� Fetch the potion and hold it
ready for me.� Do not cross between us to
get it.�
Easy enough.� I took a whiff of the potion to make sure I
had gotten the right thing.� It smelled
like a typical cure-all, but with whispers of exotic secondary ingredients that
I could not place.� �I have it.�
�Good.� Now be very
still and quiet until I ask for it.� Very still and quiet.� Say it back to me so I know that you are
paying attention.�
�Very still and quiet.�� I only had a second in which to feel vaguely
insulted by his insistence.
Lucien nodded, and then, gracefully, deliberately, lowered
the dagger.� �Now,
Vicente.�
Almost faster than I could see Vicente fell upon our
Speaker, knocking him back into the wall.�
With a hungry groan he sank his teeth into the side of Lucien�s throat,
pushing back enough of the hood to show a lock of dark brown hair.� Lucien winced for a moment; then his face
slowly went slack as the narcotic effect of the bite took hold.� Vicente pressed close against him, and
brought a hand up to cradle his head on the other side.� I could hear the long, deep swallows.
Thankfully I had trained extensively in being very still and
quiet:� it kept me from crying out or
rushing in to pry them apart.
They fell to their knees together, Vicente still sucking at
Lucien�s neck, now with his free arm wrapped around his willing victim�s waist
� both sighing, heavy-lidded.� It would
have seemed like a lovers� embrace if I could not see the life draining out of
Lucien�s eyes, and his arms hanging limp, in seeming danger of losing even the
strength to keep hold of his dagger.
Beyond what was necessary for a simple feeding, to the point
of turning � and just shy of the point of death.� I began to wonder when I was going to
disregard my orders and intervene, and what would happen to us all if I did.
Lucien mustered a weak shrug and push.� �Enough.�
Enough!�� Vicente came up for air,
though he seemed reluctant to let go completely.� He licked his teeth clean of the blood,
gently kissed Lucien on the cheek and then the mouth, staining both with the
blood he had failed to wipe from his lips.�
As he nuzzled his victim�s ear, Lucien weakly raised his left hand to
me, clenching and unclenching his fingers.�
�Potion,� he mumbled.
I stooped and raised the bottle to his mouth, pouring slowly
as he drank.� I heard his breath grow
less shallow, and his dark eyes turned toward me less clouded than they had
been a moment before.� �Yes,� he
whispered at last.� �I admit it is useful
to have someone on hand for that.� Thank
you.�
I rose for a moment � it was not far away to some water and
a cloth for the wound � and that allowed me to conceal the smile.� Thank
you!� More humanity than I had ever
expected from him.
�You always reject me too,� Vicente muttered reproachfully
at Lucien, between kisses, while I busied myself.� �You always stop me just short.�
Lucien scoffed, weakly.�
�If you turned me I wouldn�t be edible any more.� We couldn�t keep doing this.� Then what fun would you have?�� But he was returning the kisses with more
conviction as his strength returned.
I knelt again and tentatively reached to push back the hood,
for better access to the wound.� He did
not protest:� instead, he leaned his head
back against the wall with a sigh and closed his eyes.� His hair was short but not cropped, and tousled
by its time under the hood.� I could see
a faint network of scars on both sides of his neck � most were probable bites,
except for a straight one tracing the collarbone that had more likely come from
a poorly aimed blade.
I washed the fresh bite quickly and then pressed the clean
side of the cloth against his neck to staunch the bleeding, working a little
healing magic over it into the bargain.�
In doing so, I came between the two men, and I could feel Vicente�s
attention starting to turn toward me, less ravenous now but amorous in a way
that was still not entirely human.� He
brought his face close to my raised arm, inhaled as if he was breathing me
in.� �You are so good, Methusiele,� he
whispered, and brought his right hand to my shoulder, leaving his left on
Lucien.� He was coming closer, lips
slightly parted, as if to kiss me � or �
Lucien jerked him back from me.� �No,� he said, his voice stronger now.� �No, no.�
Your lips will not touch her.�
They are too close to your teeth.�
Vicente glanced at him sidelong, both lucid and depraved enough
to be playful.� �She�ll think you�re
jealous, Lucien.�
No.� No, that was not
what I was thinking at all.
�She can think what she likes,� Lucien growled, �but it is
an order, and you will follow it on your oath to Sithis.�� Vicente bowed his head, sulking, until Lucien
added, �But do as you like with your hands.�
Vicente looked at me, his eyes still gleaming red.� I had stayed after being told to leave:� I had agreed to this.� I raised Lucien�s left hand to the cloth so
he could hold it, although my spell had stopped the bleeding; then I shifted to
face Vicente and opened my blouse for him.�
He stared, breath jagged, and it occurred to me what a cruel first sight
throat and chest were for a vampire who had been denied use of his mouth.� What else could I have done?� Started at the pants, when I was kneeling?
He stroked his fingers slowly down the sides of my neck, and
his fingers, though cool, were a little warmer than I�d grown accustomed to �
because he was freshly fed, I realized.�
It was Lucien�s warmth I felt in him.�
That was a disconcerting thought.�
I looked to Lucien�s face to reanchor myself � also disconcerting � and
found him coming to kneel behind Vicente.�
Pulling the vampire�s vest open from behind, and then
his shirt.� His skin was so white
it almost luminesced.
His hands wandered down to my breasts and cupped them.� �Lucien,� he muttered.
Lucien was kissing his way across Vicente�s shoulder, his
hands sliding down his pale, bare sides.�
Lucien�s eyes, though, were locked with mine.� �Yes?�
Thumbs sliding over my nipples.� �I will try to keep my oath.� But you must help me.� She is so tempting, and the two of you
together � �
Lucien pulled the dagger again and brought it around in
front of Vicente, pressing their bodies together but also pressing the flat of
the dagger against the vampire�s abdomen.�
He purred the threat like an endearment.�
�I am watching.�� He gave me a
thoughtful look, then ran the tip of his tongue up
Vicente�s neck.� �Methusiele.� We established, didn�t we, that you could
bring your destructive talents down to a reasonable level?�� He smirked a little.
He meant the encounter with Antoinetta.� I�d been right.� �Yes.�
�Fire, then.� Keep him
honest for a moment.�� I raised my hands
and let little tongues of flame dance across my fingertips, and Lucien lowered
the dagger and moved to � to remove his hood, and his clothes.� He was wiry, and covered with a faint panoply of scars from wounds that had been healed
poorly or too late.� I could not decide
whether I felt jealous that Vicente had been considered �worthy� of this trust
before I had, or pleased that I had been brought to that level now, or
mortified that either of the other two feelings should be present.� That I wanted to let go of my spell and my
focus on Vicente and explore those scars with my hands and my mouth.
Not that Vicente was being unpleasant company, now that he
was more under Lucien�s control.� He
unfastened my pants, ran a hand down between my legs and stroked there softly,
almost reverently.� I bucked my hips a
little and tried not to lose my concentration.
Lucien returned to his place, wrapped around Vicente with
the dagger resting gently at his stomach.�
�Take them off, then,� he said over the vampire�s shoulder.� I shook off the magicka from my fingers and
stood to pull the pants down over my hips.�
I saw and I felt Lucien
staring at the hair he had remarked on the last time we�d been together.� He wanted me, too.� But we could not afford to turn our attention
away from the lovely creature between us that might accidentally kill us both
if given too much leash.
Lucien pulled Vicente�s head back roughly by the hair, provoking
a throaty chuckle.� They fell back
together, and Vicente ended up on his back on the floor, Lucien kneeling behind
him faced toward me.� They stared
intently into each other�s eyes as Lucien said to me, �Now his.�� I obliged, and then rubbed a little at the
dark smattering of hair around Vicente�s root, and he gasped and arched his
back.� Lucien was tracing the dagger
along the base of Vicente�s throat, and without looking up at me, he said, �Mount.�
I did.� I brought
myself down over Vicente and guided him into me, and he grabbed at my hips and
urged me into the rhythm he wanted.� I
raked my nails across his chest:� he
groaned happily.� With his lips parted in
desire his fangs were unpleasantly prominent � a sentiment that Lucien perhaps
shared, because he bowed down to bury them in kisses.� Vicente�s slight coolness made him feel
particularly hard within me, and we both sighed together, which made him dig
his fingers into my flesh and thrust faster for a moment.� But then he deliberately slowed himself, and
moved one hand up to Lucien�s face to separate them.� �Let me kiss her,� he whispered.
�No.�
He growled.�
�Lucien.� I will not bite
her.� I just want � �
Lucien pressed just a little harder with the dagger.� �I know what you want,� he snarled.� �And I know that I can�t trust you not to
take it.� You will not taste any part of
her.�
The hand Vicente had on Lucien�s face moved up and back
along his torso.� �Then you have to give
me something.� Distract me.�� He made a teasing curl in the air with his
tongue.� Lucien moved forward to straddle
his head, and Vicente rolled his head back in a practiced-looking motion and swallowed
Lucien whole.
Lucien fell forward onto his hands, gasping.� I grabbed up the dagger � our protection �
and held it myself against Vicente�s side as I rode.� Lucien looked up at me, wild eyed, grabbed
for my head and pulled me into a ferocious kiss that reverberated though my
whole body.� I squealed and clenched, and
shifted my hips forward to take Vicente deeper, and all the while our lips and
our tongues remained locked together.� It
was hard to keep our rhythms coordinated, but it was not long before all
pretense of rhythm dissolved anyway.� They
came within seconds of each other, and both the kiss and Vicente�s grasp gentled
and then fell away.� Lucien and I sat
down on either side of Vicente, who lay with his eyes closed, seeming relaxed
for the first time since I had arrived in the room.
�Is it safe now?� I asked quietly.
�Almost,� said Lucien.�
�Get dressed, and I will take care of the rest.� Wait for me outside the door.�
As I collected my things, Lucien went to the cupboard and
brought out one of the vials of blood, then helped Vicente sit up and handed it
to him.� �Drink,� he said.� �Keep drinking until you are completely
calm.� Use all of them if you need to; I
will bring you more.�
�Mm.� Thank you, Lucien.�� Vicente�s voice was weaker, but more lucid,
than it had been.� �But poor Methusiele �
I should � �
�Apologize another time, when you are yourself.� Drink, and rest.�
I slipped outside quietly and waited.� I spent the time considering how grateful I
was to Lucien.� Either way it might have
gone, another few minutes between just me and Vicente would have ended with one
of us dead and the other in violation of the Tenets � and thus hunted to death
as well.� Lucien had saved both of our
lives.
It was not long until Lucien emerged, robes and hood back in
place, covering the scars from both his battles and his sacrifices for his
Sanctuary.� I smiled at him, and he
looked surprised.� �Thank you,� I said.
He backed me into the wall � slowly: he was still a little
bit drained � and kissed me there for a long moment, stroking my hair.� Then he rested his head against my shoulder
and sighed in relief and weariness.� I
brought one hand up behind him, touched his back.� �It was lucky that you were there.�
He snorted.� �Luck had nothing to do with it.� It�was not the first time he and I had this
conversation about you.� I was watching
for this.�
Ah.� �Then it would
have been easier to calm him if I had gone when you asked.�
�Most likely.� You are both expensive pets to keep.�� He sighed again.� �You will say nothing of this.�
�Of course not.�
He brought his hands down to my hips.� �Everyone else believes that the bottled
blood keeps him content.� If they think
otherwise they will stop trusting him.�
They will not feel safe here.�
I hesitated.� �Are
they safe?�
�They are,
yes.� You
will be reporting directly to Ocheeva from now on, and you will not allow him
to be alone with you.�
�But you
will.�� I touched the side of his neck,
and he took hold of my hand.
�I am the Speaker,� he said, lifting his head to look into
my eyes.� �It is my responsibility.� I forbid you any further part of it.�� He smiled a little.� �But you did well.� You are showing many of the traits we look
for in our leadership, you know.�
I frowned.� �I do not
want to lead.�
�I know.� And in fact
I did not plan to make it known.� I will
not give you up to be someone else�s Silencer.�
The words would be truer and less fortunate than I could
have imagined.
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