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Danse Macabre :: Гамильтон Лорел
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He started toward me, not gliding, but stiffly, as if his body wasn't working quite right. He finally stopped before he reached me. Stopped with a look you don't get to see on a master vampire's face often. Nervous, he was nervous.
«What happens when we meet in the middle, Anita?»
«If you get past me, fine, but if you don't, then I win.»
«That doesn't seem fair; you have only to stand your ground, but I must walk past you.»
We both stopped about two feet away from each other. I coaxed my power, whispered to it what I wanted. I wanted him to obey me. I'd never tried this so overtly against any vampire. A Master of the City was probably not the place to start, but it was too late now.
He swayed on his expensive shoes. «I will not.»
«Will not what?» I asked, but my voice held the power that was breathing around us. My voice knew what.
I expected him just to keep resisting. I should have remembered that there were other options.
«You want me, Anita, you can have me. I can do what I wanted to do all along, and Jean-Claude can't even get mad.»
I hesitated, stumbling in my mind, the power flickering. «What…»
He moved faster than I could follow, closing the distance, taking me in his arms. I was suddenly pinned against his body, my arms trapped. My power pushed at him, but his power pushed back.
«I feel it, your power, and God, you are powerful. If you were just a necromancer you might even win, but you aren't just that, are you?» He lowered his face toward me, as if he meant to kiss me.
«Stop, I command you to stop.»
He actually hesitated, swallowing hard, closing his eyes, but when he opened them, it was as if his power had taken a catastrophic leap. The gaze from his eyes stopped the breath in my throat. «Strong, but not strong enough.» He flexed his power, like some invisible muscle, and that flexing shot through my body. It bowed my spine, and only his arms kept me upright. We half fell to our knees, as if my collapse caught him by surprise. He ripped my controls away from the ardeur . He did it better and quicker than Thea had dreamt of. He brought the ardeur , with my body wrapped in his. He brought the ardeur knowing that once it rose like this, he would be my food. Which, of course, was what he had meant. He could do what he'd wanted to all along, and Jean-Claude couldn't even get mad.
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PASSION LIKE SOMETHING touchable, solid, spilled up through my body and over his. Lust like some thick, heavy paint flowed over us, covering us, trapping us.
He started toward me, not gliding, but stiffly, as if his body wasn't working quite right. He finally stopped before he reached me. Stopped with a look you don't get to see on a master vampire's face often. Nervous, he was nervous.
«What happens when we meet in the middle, Anita?»
«If you get past me, fine, but if you don't, then I win.»
«That doesn't seem fair; you have only to stand your ground, but I must walk past you.»
We both stopped about two feet away from each other. I coaxed my power, whispered to it what I wanted. I wanted him to obey me. I'd never tried this so overtly against any vampire. A Master of the City was probably not the place to start, but it was too late now.
He swayed on his expensive shoes. «I will not.»
«Will not what?» I asked, but my voice held the power that was breathing around us. My voice knew what.
I expected him just to keep resisting. I should have remembered that there were other options.
«You want me, Anita, you can have me. I can do what I wanted to do all along, and Jean-Claude can't even get mad.»
I hesitated, stumbling in my mind, the power flickering. «What…»
He moved faster than I could follow, closing the distance, taking me in his arms. I was suddenly pinned against his body, my arms trapped. My power pushed at him, but his power pushed back.
«I feel it, your power, and God, you are powerful. If you were just a necromancer you might even win, but you aren't just that, are you?» He lowered his face toward me, as if he meant to kiss me.
«Stop, I command you to stop.»
He actually hesitated, swallowing hard, closing his eyes, but when he opened them, it was as if his power had taken a catastrophic leap. The gaze from his eyes stopped the breath in my throat. «Strong, but not strong enough.» He flexed his power, like some invisible muscle, and that flexing shot through my body. It bowed my spine, and only his arms kept me upright. We half fell to our knees, as if my collapse caught him by surprise. He ripped my controls away from the ardeur . He did it better and quicker than Thea had dreamt of. He brought the ardeur , with my body wrapped in his. He brought the ardeur knowing that once it rose like this, he would be my food. Which, of course, was what he had meant. He could do what he'd wanted to all along, and Jean-Claude couldn't even get mad.
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PASSION LIKE SOMETHING touchable, solid, spilled up through my body and over his. Lust like some thick, heavy paint flowed over us, covering us, trapping us.