her house guests as she was.
She swiped at the tear tracking down her cheek. It was important to remember what Luc was, that he couldn’t change, and she could never really have him. It was best not to start with him.
Beatrice’s behavior was understandable. It had been wrong and stupid and suicidal, but Anna understood. It was hard to dislike Luc. She couldn’t imagine how hard it was once a physical relationship started.
She took a hot bath and put earplugs in before climbing into bed.
. . . Death. Destruction. Mayhem. Anna found herself somewhere in the distant past on a cobblestone street lit by torches. The smell of sex was thick on the air.
She could see it as if she were him. She looked out from his eyes, could feel his thoughts, his emotions as he fucked and killed. He hunted for rapists and killers, attacking them, spilling their guts on the street with sharp claws. The grateful victim fell into the arms of her savior, not knowing the angel who’d just rescued her was the angel of death.
He didn’t have to kill them. He did it because it was easier, and he had no conscience to make him stop. He reveled in it, making them want him, pleasing them, then taking their lives for their foolishness.
Anna tensed when she heard Cain approaching, still aware of the part of her that was Anna and not Luc, and desperately hoping he didn’t somehow know she was there.
“You never get tired of this do you, Lucien? It’s refreshing. You inspire me.” Cain held a struggling brunette in his arms.
Luc dropped the beauty he’d just drained to the ground and turned to the other demon. “Why do you do that? You know you can’t feed that way.” To feed they had to have their victim’s pleasure.
It made sense in a twisted sort of way. If they fed from sexual energy, it couldn’t be their own. Where would it come from if the woman wasn’t aroused? If she didn’t climax?
Cain shrugged. “I’ll enthrall her later, when I get tired of this. You know, fear is its own kind of food. You should broaden your horizons. We are demons after all.”
Luc shook his head. “I think I prefer my way. It’s sweeter when they come to me willingly. I’m going to call it a night. You have fun.” He leaned in and kissed the girl on the mouth, smiling at the flush that tinted her cheeks. Then he turned and walked away.
The scene changed. Anna stood in her own back garden, still in the past, but not quite so distant. Cain perched on the edge of a fountain. “I don’t understand why you didn’t kill her.”
“I just didn’t want to think about her being gone forever. I wanted to have her again.” Luc fought with the odd new feelings swirling through him. Why hadn’t he wanted to kill her? What’s wrong with me?
“Be careful with that,” Cain said. “There’s nothing good there.”
Luc nodded, but he still felt compelled to ask. It was only trivia after all. He wouldn’t actually do it. “But we can . . . if they say yes. I could have her forever if she was willing. Right?”
Cain laughed and shook his head. “You should stay out of the libraries. That was a long time ago. Our kind doesn’t take mates anymore. If I didn’t know better I’d think you didn’t just want someone’s soul; you want someone to love. It’s a bad idea. The way the world is now? Face it, no one gives a demon anything willingly.”
Cain looked off into the distance for a minute before turning back to Luc. “I take it you aren’t coming with me to Europe?”
Luc shook his head. “I want to see what happens.”
“I never thought I’d see the day you’d want to be domesticated.”
Luc growled. He knew he shouldn’t have tried to have a heart-to-heart with Cain about anything. He should have just kept his mouth shut. “I’m not saying I want to settle down. I just want to see what it would be like to be in the same woman’s bed on a semi-regular basis. I want to know if there’s something else besides this.”
Anna felt
She swiped at the tear tracking down her cheek. It was important to remember what Luc was, that he couldn’t change, and she could never really have him. It was best not to start with him.
Beatrice’s behavior was understandable. It had been wrong and stupid and suicidal, but Anna understood. It was hard to dislike Luc. She couldn’t imagine how hard it was once a physical relationship started.
She took a hot bath and put earplugs in before climbing into bed.
. . . Death. Destruction. Mayhem. Anna found herself somewhere in the distant past on a cobblestone street lit by torches. The smell of sex was thick on the air.
She could see it as if she were him. She looked out from his eyes, could feel his thoughts, his emotions as he fucked and killed. He hunted for rapists and killers, attacking them, spilling their guts on the street with sharp claws. The grateful victim fell into the arms of her savior, not knowing the angel who’d just rescued her was the angel of death.
He didn’t have to kill them. He did it because it was easier, and he had no conscience to make him stop. He reveled in it, making them want him, pleasing them, then taking their lives for their foolishness.
Anna tensed when she heard Cain approaching, still aware of the part of her that was Anna and not Luc, and desperately hoping he didn’t somehow know she was there.
“You never get tired of this do you, Lucien? It’s refreshing. You inspire me.” Cain held a struggling brunette in his arms.
Luc dropped the beauty he’d just drained to the ground and turned to the other demon. “Why do you do that? You know you can’t feed that way.” To feed they had to have their victim’s pleasure.
It made sense in a twisted sort of way. If they fed from sexual energy, it couldn’t be their own. Where would it come from if the woman wasn’t aroused? If she didn’t climax?
Cain shrugged. “I’ll enthrall her later, when I get tired of this. You know, fear is its own kind of food. You should broaden your horizons. We are demons after all.”
Luc shook his head. “I think I prefer my way. It’s sweeter when they come to me willingly. I’m going to call it a night. You have fun.” He leaned in and kissed the girl on the mouth, smiling at the flush that tinted her cheeks. Then he turned and walked away.
The scene changed. Anna stood in her own back garden, still in the past, but not quite so distant. Cain perched on the edge of a fountain. “I don’t understand why you didn’t kill her.”
“I just didn’t want to think about her being gone forever. I wanted to have her again.” Luc fought with the odd new feelings swirling through him. Why hadn’t he wanted to kill her? What’s wrong with me?
“Be careful with that,” Cain said. “There’s nothing good there.”
Luc nodded, but he still felt compelled to ask. It was only trivia after all. He wouldn’t actually do it. “But we can . . . if they say yes. I could have her forever if she was willing. Right?”
Cain laughed and shook his head. “You should stay out of the libraries. That was a long time ago. Our kind doesn’t take mates anymore. If I didn’t know better I’d think you didn’t just want someone’s soul; you want someone to love. It’s a bad idea. The way the world is now? Face it, no one gives a demon anything willingly.”
Cain looked off into the distance for a minute before turning back to Luc. “I take it you aren’t coming with me to Europe?”
Luc shook his head. “I want to see what happens.”
“I never thought I’d see the day you’d want to be domesticated.”
Luc growled. He knew he shouldn’t have tried to have a heart-to-heart with Cain about anything. He should have just kept his mouth shut. “I’m not saying I want to settle down. I just want to see what it would be like to be in the same woman’s bed on a semi-regular basis. I want to know if there’s something else besides this.”
Anna felt
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