him. Her hair was loose and flying around her head as if a strong breeze was blowing through the room. Or strong tornadoes, whipping her hair about her face and arms. She looked surreal, and full of energy. And by far, the most beautiful woman Colin had ever seen. For the first time in his lifetime as a vampire, he felt fear. Not of her so much as to what she would do to him now that she had him bound to the floor.
She knelt down in front of Colin, looking directly into his eyes. He expected her to kill him, kill him as he lay there helpless. It was no less than he deserved, he thought. He may even welcome it because of what he had just done to her.
“My name,” the woman demanded in a whisper.
Colin looked at her; the tightness around his throat eased slightly. She had more than likely lessened her hold so that he could answer.
“What? What did you say?”
“Do you know my name? You came here to kill me, didn’t you? So I’ll ask again, do you know my name?”
He didn’t, he realized with a start. Colin didn’t have any idea who she was. She stood up then, walked over his legs, and away from him. The only thing left of her was her scent for him wafting through the room. As soon as he heard the front door to the warehouse click shut, the binds released him and he could breathe. He sat there for several minutes, doing just that, inhaling her scent along with deep gulps of air. Then he thought of the term he had been hearing a lot lately, WTF.
Yeah, he thought, this definitely qualified as a “what the fuck” moment. Suddenly, the room shimmered to life and another being appeared. Melody, the Queen of Molavonta, the Mistress of Magic, appeared. Colin wondered if his day could get any worse. Then he looked down at his bleeding body. Yeah , he thought again, it certainly could .
“Hello, vamp. It seems like you have a bit of a problem there,” Mel said with a hint of censure in her voice.
Just what I need—just what I fucking need right now, he thought as he banged his head against the floor several times. A smart-assed woman who could kill him as easily as the one that just left him here.
“Hello, Queen Melody. Nice weather we’re having, don’t you think? Do you think you could help me out here before I bleed out?”
Colin needed help and as she was the only one about. He had no choice but to ask her. He had tried to make his voice friendly, but from her cocked brow, he was sure he had failed miserably.
“You have yourself in quite a dilemma, don’t you, big guy?”
Mel had already started working the large piece of wood from his chest. And she was being none too gentle about it either.
It began to heal as soon as they pulled it free, but he needed to feed. And to feed soon. He had lost a great deal of blood and he was too weak to do much more than to sit up and talk to her. Dizziness had him close his eyes against the tilting of the room.
“I don’t suppose you could let me sip from you, could you? I need to have blood now, my lady.”
“Ummm, I don’t make a habit of letting people bite me, Lord Larimore, but you do seem to be in trouble. I can’t give you my blood without getting something in return, though. It’s a way of our kind; otherwise my blood will poison you. It could be a favor to collect later, a token maybe.” She seemed to consider her options. “Ah, I know. I have something; yes, you may sip from me. But be easy, I don’t like pain.”
Colin was running out of time, he knew that. Strangely, Colin felt as if he could trust her. Mel would not take more than he could give. He nodded once to her, and took the wrist she proffered him.
Colin licked her delicate wrist once, and as easily as he could, he bit into her vein. Still, she jerked in response and hissed slightly at the small pain. Colin only took enough to survive, not a drop more. And with the power she held and being the Mistress of Light, Keeper of Magic, it didn’t take much to heal and energize him again. Very
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