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The Killing Dance :: Гамильтон Лорел
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Dominic stood obediently, towering over us both. Sabin was around my height. Of course, I wasn't sure if his legs were still there. He might have been taller once.
"I don't like you, Sabin, but I would never willingly leave another being in the shape you're in. My plans tonight are important, but if I thought we could cure you immediately, I'd change them."
The vampire looked at me. His blue, blue eyes were like staring down into clear ocean water. There was no pull to them. Either he was behaving himself or, like most vampires, he couldn't roll me with his eyes anymore.
"Thank you, Ms. Blake. I believe you are sincere." He extended a gloved hand from the voluminous cloak.
I hesitated, then took it. His hand squished ever so slightly, and it took a lot not to jerk back. I forced myself to shake his hand, to smile, to let go, and not to rub my hand on my skirt.
Dominic shook my hand as well. His was cool and dry. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Blake. I will contact you tomorrow and we will discuss things."
"I'll be expecting your call, Mr. Dumare."
"Call me, Dominic, please."
I nodded. "Dominic. We can discuss it, but I hate to take your money when I'm not sure that I can help you."
"May I call you Anita?" he asked.
I hesitated and shrugged. "Why not."
"Don't worry about money," Sabin said, "I have plenty of that for all the good it has done me."
"How is the woman you love taking the change in your appearance?" Jean-Claude asked.
Sabin looked at him. It was not a friendly look. "She finds it repulsive, as do I. She feels immense guilt. She has not left me, nor is she with me."
"You'd lived for close to seven hundred years," I said. "Why screw things up for a woman?"
Sabin turned to me, a line of ooze creeping down his face like a black tear. "Are you asking me if it was worth it, Ms. Blake?"
I swallowed and shook my head. "It's none of my business. I'm sorry I asked."
He drew the hood over his face. He turned back to me, black, a cup of shadows where his face should have been. "She was going to leave me, Ms. Blake. I thought that I would sacrifice anything to keep her by my side, in my bed. I was wrong." He turned that blackness to Jean-Claude. "We will see you tomorrow night, Jean-Claude."
"I look forward to it."
Neither vampire offered to shake hands. Sabin glided for the door, the robe trailing behind him, empty. I wondered how much of his lower body was left and decided I didn't want to know.
Dominic shook my hand again. "Thank you, Anita. You have given us hope.
Dominic stood obediently, towering over us both. Sabin was around my height. Of course, I wasn't sure if his legs were still there. He might have been taller once.
"I don't like you, Sabin, but I would never willingly leave another being in the shape you're in. My plans tonight are important, but if I thought we could cure you immediately, I'd change them."
The vampire looked at me. His blue, blue eyes were like staring down into clear ocean water. There was no pull to them. Either he was behaving himself or, like most vampires, he couldn't roll me with his eyes anymore.
"Thank you, Ms. Blake. I believe you are sincere." He extended a gloved hand from the voluminous cloak.
I hesitated, then took it. His hand squished ever so slightly, and it took a lot not to jerk back. I forced myself to shake his hand, to smile, to let go, and not to rub my hand on my skirt.
Dominic shook my hand as well. His was cool and dry. "Thank you for your time, Ms. Blake. I will contact you tomorrow and we will discuss things."
"I'll be expecting your call, Mr. Dumare."
"Call me, Dominic, please."
I nodded. "Dominic. We can discuss it, but I hate to take your money when I'm not sure that I can help you."
"May I call you Anita?" he asked.
I hesitated and shrugged. "Why not."
"Don't worry about money," Sabin said, "I have plenty of that for all the good it has done me."
"How is the woman you love taking the change in your appearance?" Jean-Claude asked.
Sabin looked at him. It was not a friendly look. "She finds it repulsive, as do I. She feels immense guilt. She has not left me, nor is she with me."
"You'd lived for close to seven hundred years," I said. "Why screw things up for a woman?"
Sabin turned to me, a line of ooze creeping down his face like a black tear. "Are you asking me if it was worth it, Ms. Blake?"
I swallowed and shook my head. "It's none of my business. I'm sorry I asked."
He drew the hood over his face. He turned back to me, black, a cup of shadows where his face should have been. "She was going to leave me, Ms. Blake. I thought that I would sacrifice anything to keep her by my side, in my bed. I was wrong." He turned that blackness to Jean-Claude. "We will see you tomorrow night, Jean-Claude."
"I look forward to it."
Neither vampire offered to shake hands. Sabin glided for the door, the robe trailing behind him, empty. I wondered how much of his lower body was left and decided I didn't want to know.
Dominic shook my hand again. "Thank you, Anita. You have given us hope.