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I nodded.
«I had heard rumors that she was stirring. More rumors that she has visited you in dream, or vision. I am forbidden to approach the council for any reason on pain of death. To have the rumors confirmed, or denied, I had no choice but to come here, to you and Jean-Claude.»
«Why the power trip at the ballet?» I said.
«I wanted to see if I could find something in Jean-Claude that would interest her.»
«And?» I said.
«I found you.»
«What's that supposed to mean?»
«It means you are a necromancer, as of old.»
«And that means, what?»
«You have powers that I have not seen in many long centuries.»
«You haven't seen my powers used yet.»
«You have a vampire servant. You have an animal to call. You gain powers as if you were a master vampire. You feed upon sex as Jean-Claude does, as Belle Morte does. It is not an option for you, or an added power from Jean-Claude. You must feed as if you were in truth a vampire. Not upon blood, true, but upon lust.»
«Yeah, yeah, I'm a succubus.» I tried not to think hard about what I'd just admitted, saying it quick.
«You make light of it, why?»
«Because it scares me,» I said.
«You admit that?» This from Adonis.
I shrugged. «Why not?»
«Most people don't like admitting what they fear.»
«It doesn't make you less afraid of it,» I said.
«I find that it does,» he said, and it was his real voice, I think, not a game.
«What do you fear?» Asher asked.
«Nothing I will share with a lesser master.»
«Let's not start name-calling,» I said. «We were actually talking.»
«What do you wish to talk about, Ms. Blake?»
«You say you came here looking for answers about Mommie Dearest; ask your questions.»
«And you will answer them, just like that?» He sounded like he didn't believe me.
«I won't know until I hear the questions, but maybe. Stop trying to mind-fuck and just pretend we're both civilized beings. Ask me.»
He actually laughed, and it was just a laugh, not that touchable sound of Jean-Claude, or Asher, or Belle Morte. It was just a laugh. «Perhaps I am so old that I have forgotten how to simply talk.»
«Practice on me, ask your questions.»
«Is she waking from her long sleep?»
«Yes,» I said.
«How do you know with such certainty?»
«I've seen her in dreams, and in…«I hesitated, searching for a word.
I nodded.
«I had heard rumors that she was stirring. More rumors that she has visited you in dream, or vision. I am forbidden to approach the council for any reason on pain of death. To have the rumors confirmed, or denied, I had no choice but to come here, to you and Jean-Claude.»
«Why the power trip at the ballet?» I said.
«I wanted to see if I could find something in Jean-Claude that would interest her.»
«And?» I said.
«I found you.»
«What's that supposed to mean?»
«It means you are a necromancer, as of old.»
«And that means, what?»
«You have powers that I have not seen in many long centuries.»
«You haven't seen my powers used yet.»
«You have a vampire servant. You have an animal to call. You gain powers as if you were a master vampire. You feed upon sex as Jean-Claude does, as Belle Morte does. It is not an option for you, or an added power from Jean-Claude. You must feed as if you were in truth a vampire. Not upon blood, true, but upon lust.»
«Yeah, yeah, I'm a succubus.» I tried not to think hard about what I'd just admitted, saying it quick.
«You make light of it, why?»
«Because it scares me,» I said.
«You admit that?» This from Adonis.
I shrugged. «Why not?»
«Most people don't like admitting what they fear.»
«It doesn't make you less afraid of it,» I said.
«I find that it does,» he said, and it was his real voice, I think, not a game.
«What do you fear?» Asher asked.
«Nothing I will share with a lesser master.»
«Let's not start name-calling,» I said. «We were actually talking.»
«What do you wish to talk about, Ms. Blake?»
«You say you came here looking for answers about Mommie Dearest; ask your questions.»
«And you will answer them, just like that?» He sounded like he didn't believe me.
«I won't know until I hear the questions, but maybe. Stop trying to mind-fuck and just pretend we're both civilized beings. Ask me.»
He actually laughed, and it was just a laugh, not that touchable sound of Jean-Claude, or Asher, or Belle Morte. It was just a laugh. «Perhaps I am so old that I have forgotten how to simply talk.»
«Practice on me, ask your questions.»
«Is she waking from her long sleep?»
«Yes,» I said.
«How do you know with such certainty?»
«I've seen her in dreams, and in…«I hesitated, searching for a word.