reared up in Bastien, and he knew he didn’t want Erath, or any other male for that matter, anywhere near the female he had found. “No! I mean, no. She’s drugged, but let her sleep. She’s had a rough night, and she’s such a brave little thing, you have no idea.”
“She’s pretty”, Erath mused, cocking his head to the side as he looked at her. “More than pretty.”
Bastien scrubbed his hands through his hair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt like his damned skin was getting too tight. “Yeah. I noticed. You stay away from her, Erath.” The Vamp went through women like candy, and Bastien didn’t like the thought of Erath using this female for pleasure. She seemed… special somehow.
Erath raised a questioning eyebrow, looking more than ready to start a full-blown interrogation, when Bastien was saved, quite literally, by the bell.
“Someone’s at the door”, Erath remarked casually just five seconds before the doorbell rang. It was so spooky, how he could do that. But then there were lots of spooky things about Vampires, not the least of which was the fact that they drank blood .
“Who the hell could have gotten through the gates?” Bastien got up and went to look through the peephole in the thick oaken door, which was of course reinforced with four inch steel beams, as were all the walls. Security couldn’t be too tight. “Oh. Carman.”
“Really?” Erath looked genuinely surprised. “What the hell does she want? I hope she’s not coming over for tea and scones or some shit like that.”
“I can hear you” called a sweetly feminine voice. “Now would you mind opening the door? It’s raining.”
Bastien slid the lock and pulled the heavy door open, frowning at the dry walkway and starry sky. “It is not…”
Carman slid past him and into the room. “Hello, boys. It’s truly been a while, now hasn’t it?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ve come to catch up on all the news from the Fomorian and Vampire fronts… I’m doing a newsletter, you see. Kind of a who’s-up-to-what, to keep all the realms in touch. It’s the latest project in my ‘Better the Worlds’ campaign.” She swept through the foyer and into the living room, leaving a scent in her wake that was faintly reminiscent of gingerbread. The two men followed, if for no other reason than to keep their eyes on her. Both had been the recipients of Carman’s practical joke spells in the past during some of the slower decades, and neither had been amused. A bored Witch was a dangerous Witch, at least in that regard, but as far as Bastien knew, no one in the Glasgow Guild had seen Carman in years. Strange…
Carman stopped dramatically in front of the sofa and clutched her hand to her chest as she looked down at the sleeping female. Bastien narrowed his eyes at her way over-done theatrics. And there was that strange feeling again… he wanted the Witch away from the human female. He wanted everyone away from her, almost as if it was his right to protect her. A female usually bestowed that right on a male of her choice, because it was a great honor. Bastien had no reason to think the little female would ever honor him so, nor would he want her to. He was already well ruined for that. Jaded and spent.
One thing was obvious, though. Carman already knew about her. Somehow. And therefore the unconscious female was the real reason for her sudden appearance, because Carman never just showed up . Even if you actually invited her.
“And who do we have here?” she cooed, bending over for a closer look. “A female. A very lovely one at that. Did you boys capture her for your amusement, or is she
“She’s pretty”, Erath mused, cocking his head to the side as he looked at her. “More than pretty.”
Bastien scrubbed his hands through his hair and shifted uncomfortably in his seat. He felt like his damned skin was getting too tight. “Yeah. I noticed. You stay away from her, Erath.” The Vamp went through women like candy, and Bastien didn’t like the thought of Erath using this female for pleasure. She seemed… special somehow.
Erath raised a questioning eyebrow, looking more than ready to start a full-blown interrogation, when Bastien was saved, quite literally, by the bell.
“Someone’s at the door”, Erath remarked casually just five seconds before the doorbell rang. It was so spooky, how he could do that. But then there were lots of spooky things about Vampires, not the least of which was the fact that they drank blood .
“Who the hell could have gotten through the gates?” Bastien got up and went to look through the peephole in the thick oaken door, which was of course reinforced with four inch steel beams, as were all the walls. Security couldn’t be too tight. “Oh. Carman.”
“Really?” Erath looked genuinely surprised. “What the hell does she want? I hope she’s not coming over for tea and scones or some shit like that.”
“I can hear you” called a sweetly feminine voice. “Now would you mind opening the door? It’s raining.”
Bastien slid the lock and pulled the heavy door open, frowning at the dry walkway and starry sky. “It is not…”
Carman slid past him and into the room. “Hello, boys. It’s truly been a while, now hasn’t it?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “I’ve come to catch up on all the news from the Fomorian and Vampire fronts… I’m doing a newsletter, you see. Kind of a who’s-up-to-what, to keep all the realms in touch. It’s the latest project in my ‘Better the Worlds’ campaign.” She swept through the foyer and into the living room, leaving a scent in her wake that was faintly reminiscent of gingerbread. The two men followed, if for no other reason than to keep their eyes on her. Both had been the recipients of Carman’s practical joke spells in the past during some of the slower decades, and neither had been amused. A bored Witch was a dangerous Witch, at least in that regard, but as far as Bastien knew, no one in the Glasgow Guild had seen Carman in years. Strange…
Carman stopped dramatically in front of the sofa and clutched her hand to her chest as she looked down at the sleeping female. Bastien narrowed his eyes at her way over-done theatrics. And there was that strange feeling again… he wanted the Witch away from the human female. He wanted everyone away from her, almost as if it was his right to protect her. A female usually bestowed that right on a male of her choice, because it was a great honor. Bastien had no reason to think the little female would ever honor him so, nor would he want her to. He was already well ruined for that. Jaded and spent.
One thing was obvious, though. Carman already knew about her. Somehow. And therefore the unconscious female was the real reason for her sudden appearance, because Carman never just showed up . Even if you actually invited her.
“And who do we have here?” she cooed, bending over for a closer look. “A female. A very lovely one at that. Did you boys capture her for your amusement, or is she
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