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rational person. But she figured that was probably a good thing. Because in just a minute the pain would
start up.
"You're losing too much blood," he said.
"She's going to die," Karl said sadly. He'd materialized suddenly, pulling off his white jacket as he
evaluated Rue's condition. "Even if you call an ambulance this minute, they will be too late."
"What& " For once, Sean seemed to be at a loss as to what to do.
"You have to hide her," Haskell said without hesitation, coming up to join them. The ordinarily tidy blond
vampire, now disheveled and smeared with blood, was still cool-headed enough to be decisive. "If you
want to save her, this is the last chance," he said.
"Find a place," Sean said. He sounded& afraid, Rue thought. She'd never heard Sean sound afraid.
Karl said, "The Egyptian room."
Sean picked Rue up like a child. Haskell and Karl followed, ready to ward off any attack from behind.
But only a museum guard ran up to them, making some incoherent comment on Rue's wound. Haskell,
clearly not in any mood for questions and maybe a little maddened by the scent of blood, pinched the
man's neck until he slumped to the floor.
The Egyptian room had always been Rue's favorite. She loved the sarcophagi and themummiform cases,
even the mummies themselves. She'd often wondered about the ethics of exposing bodies surely once
people were buried, they deserved to stay that way but she enjoyed looking on the long-dead features
and imagining what the individual had been like in life what she'd worn, eaten& who she'd loved.
Now Sean carried her to the huge sarcophagus in the middle of the floor. Made to contain the inner
coffin of a pharaoh, the highly carved and decorated limestone sarcophagus was penned in by hard
sheets of clear plastic, preventing people from touching the sides. Fortunately, this pen was open at the
top. A vampire could clear the barrier easily.
Sean leaped over lightly, followed by Karl, while Haskell held Rue. Though the lid must have weighed
hundreds of pounds, Karl and Sean easily shifted it to one side, leaving a narrow opening. Then Haskell
carefully handed Rue to Karl, while Sean climbed in the deep stone box, which came to his lower chest.
Karl handed Rue in, and Sean laid her on the bottom. She was able to lie flat on her back, with her legs
fully extended. She felt as if she was looking up at Sean floating hundreds of feet above her. He lay down
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beside her, and she felt the numbness wearing away.
Oh, God, no. Please. She knew the onset of the pain. As she began to scream, Karl moved the lid back
in place, and then there was almost perfect darkness.
"Rue," said Sean urgently.
She heard his voice, but the pain rendered it meaningless.
"Rue, do you want me to end the pain?"
She could only make a small sound, a kind of whine. Her fingers dug into him. There was hardly enough
room side by side for them, and she had the feeling Sean couldn't straighten out, but that was the least of
her concerns at the moment.
"You can be like me," he said, and she finally understood.
"Dying?" she said through clenched teeth.
"Yes. I wasn't quick enough. I didn't plan enough. And then you made sure he got you instead of me.
Why, Rue? Why?'
Rue could not explain that she operated on instinct. She could not have borne to see the knife enter him,
even though a moment's thought would have told her that he could survive what she could not. She hadn't
had that moment. Her understanding was a tiny flicker in the bottom of a well that was full of agony.
"If I make you like me, you will live," he said.
This was hardly the best time to be making a huge decision, but she remembered the story Sean had told
her about his master's sudden attack on him, the callous way the man had left Sean to cope with the
sudden change. If Sean could survive such a metamorphosis, she could, because Sean was here to help
her.
"Won't leave?" she asked. Her voice trembled and was almost inaudible, but he understood.
"Never." His voice was very firm. "If you love me as I love you, we'll weather the change."
"Okay."Love, she thoughtsloved her.
"Now?"
"Now. Love you," she said, with great effort.
With no more hesitation, Sean bit her. She was already hurting so badly that it was just one more pain,
and then she felt his mouth drawing on her, sucking her dry. She was frightened, but she didn't have the
strength to struggle. Then, after a minute, the heavy grayness in her head rose up and took her with it.
"Here," said a voice, a commanding voice. "You have to drink, Rue. Layla. You have to drink, now." A
hand was pressing her face to bare skin, and she felt something run over her lips. Water? She was very
thirsty. She licked her lips, and found it wasn't water, wasn't cold. It was tepid, and salty. But she was
very dry, so she put her mouth to the skin and began to swallow.
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She woke again sometime later.
She felt& funny. She felt weak, yes, but she wasn't sore. She remembered vividly waking up in the
hospital after the last time she'd been attacked, feeling the IV lines, the smell of the sheets, the little
sounds of the hospital wing. But it was much darker here.
She tried to move her hand and found that she could. She patted herself, and realized she was a terrible
mess. And there was someone in this dark place with her. Someone else who wasn't breathing.
Someone else who wasn't breathing.
She opened her mouth to scream.
"Don't, darling."
Sean.
"We're& I'm& "
"It was the only way to save your life."
"I remember now." She began shivering all over, and Sean's arms surrounded her. He kissed her on the
forehead, then on the mouth. She could feel his touch as she'd never felt anyone's touch before. She
could feel the texture of his skin, hear the minute sound of the cloth moving over his body. The smell of
him was a sharp arousal. When his mouth fell on hers, she was ready.
"Turn on your side, angel," Sean said raggedly, and she maneuvered to face him. Together, they worked
down her panty hose, and then he was in her, and she made a noise of sheer pleasure. Nothing had ever
felt so good. He was rougher with her, and she knew it was because she was as he was, now, and his
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rational person. But she figured that was probably a good thing. Because in just a minute the pain would
start up.
"You're losing too much blood," he said.
"She's going to die," Karl said sadly. He'd materialized suddenly, pulling off his white jacket as he
evaluated Rue's condition. "Even if you call an ambulance this minute, they will be too late."
"What& " For once, Sean seemed to be at a loss as to what to do.
"You have to hide her," Haskell said without hesitation, coming up to join them. The ordinarily tidy blond
vampire, now disheveled and smeared with blood, was still cool-headed enough to be decisive. "If you
want to save her, this is the last chance," he said.
"Find a place," Sean said. He sounded& afraid, Rue thought. She'd never heard Sean sound afraid.
Karl said, "The Egyptian room."
Sean picked Rue up like a child. Haskell and Karl followed, ready to ward off any attack from behind.
But only a museum guard ran up to them, making some incoherent comment on Rue's wound. Haskell,
clearly not in any mood for questions and maybe a little maddened by the scent of blood, pinched the
man's neck until he slumped to the floor.
The Egyptian room had always been Rue's favorite. She loved the sarcophagi and themummiform cases,
even the mummies themselves. She'd often wondered about the ethics of exposing bodies surely once
people were buried, they deserved to stay that way but she enjoyed looking on the long-dead features
and imagining what the individual had been like in life what she'd worn, eaten& who she'd loved.
Now Sean carried her to the huge sarcophagus in the middle of the floor. Made to contain the inner
coffin of a pharaoh, the highly carved and decorated limestone sarcophagus was penned in by hard
sheets of clear plastic, preventing people from touching the sides. Fortunately, this pen was open at the
top. A vampire could clear the barrier easily.
Sean leaped over lightly, followed by Karl, while Haskell held Rue. Though the lid must have weighed
hundreds of pounds, Karl and Sean easily shifted it to one side, leaving a narrow opening. Then Haskell
carefully handed Rue to Karl, while Sean climbed in the deep stone box, which came to his lower chest.
Karl handed Rue in, and Sean laid her on the bottom. She was able to lie flat on her back, with her legs
fully extended. She felt as if she was looking up at Sean floating hundreds of feet above her. He lay down
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beside her, and she felt the numbness wearing away.
Oh, God, no. Please. She knew the onset of the pain. As she began to scream, Karl moved the lid back
in place, and then there was almost perfect darkness.
"Rue," said Sean urgently.
She heard his voice, but the pain rendered it meaningless.
"Rue, do you want me to end the pain?"
She could only make a small sound, a kind of whine. Her fingers dug into him. There was hardly enough
room side by side for them, and she had the feeling Sean couldn't straighten out, but that was the least of
her concerns at the moment.
"You can be like me," he said, and she finally understood.
"Dying?" she said through clenched teeth.
"Yes. I wasn't quick enough. I didn't plan enough. And then you made sure he got you instead of me.
Why, Rue? Why?'
Rue could not explain that she operated on instinct. She could not have borne to see the knife enter him,
even though a moment's thought would have told her that he could survive what she could not. She hadn't
had that moment. Her understanding was a tiny flicker in the bottom of a well that was full of agony.
"If I make you like me, you will live," he said.
This was hardly the best time to be making a huge decision, but she remembered the story Sean had told
her about his master's sudden attack on him, the callous way the man had left Sean to cope with the
sudden change. If Sean could survive such a metamorphosis, she could, because Sean was here to help
her.
"Won't leave?" she asked. Her voice trembled and was almost inaudible, but he understood.
"Never." His voice was very firm. "If you love me as I love you, we'll weather the change."
"Okay."Love, she thoughtsloved her.
"Now?"
"Now. Love you," she said, with great effort.
With no more hesitation, Sean bit her. She was already hurting so badly that it was just one more pain,
and then she felt his mouth drawing on her, sucking her dry. She was frightened, but she didn't have the
strength to struggle. Then, after a minute, the heavy grayness in her head rose up and took her with it.
"Here," said a voice, a commanding voice. "You have to drink, Rue. Layla. You have to drink, now." A
hand was pressing her face to bare skin, and she felt something run over her lips. Water? She was very
thirsty. She licked her lips, and found it wasn't water, wasn't cold. It was tepid, and salty. But she was
very dry, so she put her mouth to the skin and began to swallow.
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She woke again sometime later.
She felt& funny. She felt weak, yes, but she wasn't sore. She remembered vividly waking up in the
hospital after the last time she'd been attacked, feeling the IV lines, the smell of the sheets, the little
sounds of the hospital wing. But it was much darker here.
She tried to move her hand and found that she could. She patted herself, and realized she was a terrible
mess. And there was someone in this dark place with her. Someone else who wasn't breathing.
Someone else who wasn't breathing.
She opened her mouth to scream.
"Don't, darling."
Sean.
"We're& I'm& "
"It was the only way to save your life."
"I remember now." She began shivering all over, and Sean's arms surrounded her. He kissed her on the
forehead, then on the mouth. She could feel his touch as she'd never felt anyone's touch before. She
could feel the texture of his skin, hear the minute sound of the cloth moving over his body. The smell of
him was a sharp arousal. When his mouth fell on hers, she was ready.
"Turn on your side, angel," Sean said raggedly, and she maneuvered to face him. Together, they worked
down her panty hose, and then he was in her, and she made a noise of sheer pleasure. Nothing had ever
felt so good. He was rougher with her, and she knew it was because she was as he was, now, and his
strength would not hurt her. Her climax was shattering in its intensity. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]