Just one gentle push at each and every mind, and then she'd pull right
back if she didn't sense that dark and tell tale difference.
It was a motley group. Most were just
civilians, a range of ages, but with some decidedly twisted tendencies showing.
A good number were lower vampires - mostly Alina's staff, she guessed, and ...
Em had no idea what that was.
That mind wasn't human, nor had it never had
been. It wasn't mortal, but it didn't feel entirely vampire either. It wasn't
Family, and it wasn't wolf. It wasn't...
Em pushed a little further at the mind and
shivered. Whoever it belonged to, it held more hostility than Em had ever
encountered before. It wasn't a hostility based on hunger, or greed - it was
hatred, Em realized. A hatred that made her decidedly uneasy. She pulled her thoughts back quickly, but even as she did, she was sure the
mind had not been aware of her presence.
She scanned the crowd using her eyes instead
of her mind, and began moving toward the corner of the room where she'd felt
the ... whatever it was.
There were quite a collection of Alina's
vampires there. Her muscled dancers were writhing together, all open shirts and
tight jeans, and short skirts and bra tops. The doorman was there, standing to
one side, a dark coloured drink in one hand, a girl pressed against his side.
He stared at Em, and smiled thinly. He nodded toward the center of the group of dancers.
Em walked closer and then...
" Oof !"
She'd walked right into a girl in a black net dress, who stepped aside to
reveal Raeisa wrapped around - oh god - Jennifer.
Jennifer giggled, but Raeisa wiped a hand
across her lips and started moving toward Em. Em felt the rest of the vampires
in the group focus their attention on the pair of them. She heard Jennifer
giggle again, and then, as Raeisa's fingertips brushed against Em's skin, the
headache Em had been holding back exploded in a searing, burning burst of white
hot noise so violently Em staggered and had to close her eyes.
She pushed out wildly and felt Raeisa stumble
back. There was so much pain in her head, and then in one shocking instant, it
disappeared until just the usual headache was left there, as if nothing had
happened.
Raeisa stared at Em for a second or two, a
very small smile curling around her lips. Em pushed with her mind again, and
met the same unworldly hatred she'd felt earlier. Yes, there was no doubt about
it now. Raeisa was the source of the hatred, and probably the headache too. But
then Raeisa shrugged, and slung an arm around Jennifer, the two of them pulsing
in time to the music. Had she even felt Em's mind touch?
The vampires in the group were still watching
Em closely. Em glanced at the doorman. He looked at her darkly and shook his
head almost imperceptibly. Em took one more look at Raeisa, and felt the
tension in the watching vampires rise sharply. She turned away.
What the hell was that? wondered Em. What kind of bitch was Raeisa, and did Alina know what she was? Alina had
introduced Raeisa as her favorite, remembered Em. But then she'd seemed nervous
when Raeisa arrived during their talk after the killings. The vampires had
seemed frightened just now. Of Raeisa? The red headed
girl had seemed completely unaware of Em's searching energies pushing at her
mind. Em had been pretty ruffled by whatever had caused that blast of pain in
her head. The gentle push she'd been 'soul searching' the room with earlier was
probably a less than subtle thrust when she tested Raeisa just then. Surely,
any creature with any amount of power would have felt that! But Raeisa had just
shrugged.
Em didn't have time for this right now. She
was here to find this dealer. Raeisa could wait. She keep an eye on her, maybe send Jarek to sort her out. The dealer would be able to
give her more information about Raeisa and Alina's relationship to her - so
long as she asked him nicely, of course. Now she just had to find him.
She focused her mind, and the headache
subsided to its usual
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