As Halloween approached, the city was going paranormal mad, as usual. The costumes were beginning to come out to play as the nights drew in - angels, devils, humans playing at parodies of the monsters they didn't know were in their midst at all times. But some things never changed. The Inferno, where heavy beats lulled the senses into sweet surrender, was still alive with sensual danger; a threat that was never allowed to tip over into harm done, but always there to tease the unwary. Some faces were familiar, always a fixture; some were new, and watched carefully by those who knew what they were. Laurentia had visited often enough to know which was which. This was the one place she was guaranteed to find Val if she woke after dark and he was not there. And so it was tonight. She swayed her way between the pulsing bodies of dancers high on the heady rush of sound and motion, unable to resist joining in with that sensual rhythm as she went. She knew he was likely above; that he had probably already noticed her. But for once, she was taking her time.
It was almost as if he was always there, always watching - at least, where Lauren was concerned. Of course, that wasn't quite true. Even a century old vampire couldn't be in two places at one time, and he trusted her and cared for her enough to let her live her own life without his interference. He made few demands, but worried if she didn't come home on time. His penthouse had become home to both of them now, and though they weren't legally attached in the same sense that humans were when they married, there was no mistaking that they were together. Even now, he watched her from above. Watched the sea of bodies writhing together on the dance floor. He did not have to see her to know she was there; he had sensed her presence as soon as she'd arrived. Perhaps even earlier than that.
Knowing his eyes were on her, her lips curved as she twisted, raising her head to the shadow of the mezzanine balcony where he must be standing, her smile knowing and teasing as she accentuated her dancing just for him. It didn't matter that the humans around her might be distracted by her, that her dhampiric abilities made her difficult to resist even for a vampire. All that mattered was that he was watching, and she was in a teasing sort of mood.
Most humans could hardly make out his shape, veiled in the shadows as he was, but he smiled as he watched Lauren, admiring the way her body moved amidst the sea of humans. She was like a goddess among the humans, or a star in the night sky, her light shining brighter than any other. Despite all the other temptations the club offered, she was the only one that really held his attention; she was the only one that mattered.
The slow beat of the song came to a close. Lauren winked, her smile as much that of predator as of prey, and turned to sidle between the bodies once again, offering Adelia a smile on her way past the bar. She and Val's childe had resolved their differences somewhat, but she wasn't fool enough to believe they would ever be the close friends he would have liked them to be. There was too much sense of possession and dependence the women shared when it came to him for there not to be a little rivalry deep down.
Adelia returned Lauren's smile with a nod of her head, knowing well her place in Valerian's life, as well as that of Lauren's. There was no one she loved or trusted more than her sire, but they were not and had never been lovers - that place belonged to the dhampir.
Val watched as Lauren started toward the staircase that would take her to him. No one would stop her, as they might have a little over a year ago, when she'd first came here to ask about Joseph and Serena. No, those whom Valerian chose to employ knew better than to question his orders. He disappeared from view, melting back into the shadows to await Lauren's arrival.
There were always a few humans at the steps, trying to convince the bouncer to let them past. They were destined for disappointment, not just in being kept below, but in having to watch as Lauren eased past them without even a word, jogging up the steps to disappear into the shadows of the mezzanine while they were kept below.
Enveloped in the shadows, she paused to let her senses adjust, knowing he was here somewhere. "If you remove my panties without me noticing again, I am going to have to blow you in front of all your club-goers."
A snort of laughter greeted her at that threat. "Poor me," a decidedly male voice with a very English accent remarked before he stepped out of the shadows, an amused smile curling his lips. He was tall, dark, and handsome in a dangerous sort of way, though she had no reason to fear him. He extended a hand toward her to draw her closer.
Even after a year, Lauren still felt the same thrill when he showed himself to her; that cheerful hint of danger that came with the understanding that he was as powerful a predator as she was. It was edged now with the understanding that he knew what she was, knew in a way no one else ever could what being a dhampir meant.
"You really should take my threats seriously," she pointed out through a smile that brightened as her eyes focused on his, as her fingers traced over his palm to be gathered into his grasp as she followed the gentle tug to come close. Her free hand slid over the lapel of his suit jacket as she leaned into him, her chin lifting to teasingly nip his jaw. "Miss me?"
"Always," he replied, one arm winding around her waist as she came closer. The music suddenly shifted as if on cue, the beat changing, slowing, softening. He was not one to mingle with the clientele, always remaining remotely distant, watching from above, but it wasn't because he couldn't dance. He was hardly afraid of her making good on her threat. Even if she did, it was unlikely anyone would see them, and if they did, so what? This was his territory; they were only here because he allowed them to be.
"Mmm, dancing with dinner tonight, are we?" she teased affectionately, letting her hand smooth up to curl against his neck, fingertips stroking in and out of the hair at his nape as she swayed into the wrap of his arm at her waist. The change in music made her smile deepen, fond suspicion flickering in her gaze. "I smell collusion."
"I've already fed," he told her, dismissing the idea that she might be dinner or that dinner might be lurking somewhere nearby. Not his, at any rate. "Have you eaten?" he asked, ignoring her remark about collusion. It was a simple enough matter to order dinner, if that was what she wanted. It wasn't easy romancing a dhampir, when you were just an ordinary vampire.
He really did take her far too seriously at times. Lauren laughed at his dismissal of her tease, drawing her other hand from his to lock her fingers together behind his neck, brow to brow, nose to nose, breathing him in amid the array of scents that gathered in Inferno. "I've eaten," she promised him. It had taken a while, but she had finally got into the habit of eating her solid meals when he was sleeping, so he wouldn't have to watch and wait through the process of cooking and eating and cleaning that was involved. "Food, that is. Can't seem to get enough of you, though."
"I can hardly argue with that," he told her, swaying gently to the music, clearly a product of a different time and place, though he'd adapted well to the modern world. He would have kissed her and even seduced her right there, but he'd learned that the best things in life were worth waiting for, and what was the rush when you were practically immortal" "I've been thinking perhaps it's time we take a trip. Get away for a little while."
"And where were you thinking of?" she asked curiously, stroking her thumbs up and down the line of his trapezius muscles as they swayed together. "Somewhere the sun has set for the next four months" Or somewhere with people?" Her grin rose again as she tipped her head up, this time nipping at his lower lip, daring him to take offense when she was in a good, silly mood.
"That is a tempting thought," he replied, mirroring her grin, even as she nipped at his lips. "But I have never been very fond of snow." Not that it mattered now that he couldn't freeze to death. He'd once wondered why more of his kind hadn't migrated to Alaska, but the answer was simple enough once he'd thought about it - the longer days required them to feed more often in a place where there was a distinct lack of food choices. "I was thinking Paris," he told her, leaning close to brush his nose against the side of her face.
"City of lovers," she murmured, knowing she barely needed to make a sound for him to hear her. They'd shared blood; if even the tempo of her heartbeat changed, he would hear it on the other side of the city. "I've never seen Paris but when it was in ruins. You lived there, didn't you? You and Adelia."
It was almost as if he was always there, always watching - at least, where Lauren was concerned. Of course, that wasn't quite true. Even a century old vampire couldn't be in two places at one time, and he trusted her and cared for her enough to let her live her own life without his interference. He made few demands, but worried if she didn't come home on time. His penthouse had become home to both of them now, and though they weren't legally attached in the same sense that humans were when they married, there was no mistaking that they were together. Even now, he watched her from above. Watched the sea of bodies writhing together on the dance floor. He did not have to see her to know she was there; he had sensed her presence as soon as she'd arrived. Perhaps even earlier than that.
Knowing his eyes were on her, her lips curved as she twisted, raising her head to the shadow of the mezzanine balcony where he must be standing, her smile knowing and teasing as she accentuated her dancing just for him. It didn't matter that the humans around her might be distracted by her, that her dhampiric abilities made her difficult to resist even for a vampire. All that mattered was that he was watching, and she was in a teasing sort of mood.
Most humans could hardly make out his shape, veiled in the shadows as he was, but he smiled as he watched Lauren, admiring the way her body moved amidst the sea of humans. She was like a goddess among the humans, or a star in the night sky, her light shining brighter than any other. Despite all the other temptations the club offered, she was the only one that really held his attention; she was the only one that mattered.
The slow beat of the song came to a close. Lauren winked, her smile as much that of predator as of prey, and turned to sidle between the bodies once again, offering Adelia a smile on her way past the bar. She and Val's childe had resolved their differences somewhat, but she wasn't fool enough to believe they would ever be the close friends he would have liked them to be. There was too much sense of possession and dependence the women shared when it came to him for there not to be a little rivalry deep down.
Adelia returned Lauren's smile with a nod of her head, knowing well her place in Valerian's life, as well as that of Lauren's. There was no one she loved or trusted more than her sire, but they were not and had never been lovers - that place belonged to the dhampir.
Val watched as Lauren started toward the staircase that would take her to him. No one would stop her, as they might have a little over a year ago, when she'd first came here to ask about Joseph and Serena. No, those whom Valerian chose to employ knew better than to question his orders. He disappeared from view, melting back into the shadows to await Lauren's arrival.
There were always a few humans at the steps, trying to convince the bouncer to let them past. They were destined for disappointment, not just in being kept below, but in having to watch as Lauren eased past them without even a word, jogging up the steps to disappear into the shadows of the mezzanine while they were kept below.
Enveloped in the shadows, she paused to let her senses adjust, knowing he was here somewhere. "If you remove my panties without me noticing again, I am going to have to blow you in front of all your club-goers."
A snort of laughter greeted her at that threat. "Poor me," a decidedly male voice with a very English accent remarked before he stepped out of the shadows, an amused smile curling his lips. He was tall, dark, and handsome in a dangerous sort of way, though she had no reason to fear him. He extended a hand toward her to draw her closer.
Even after a year, Lauren still felt the same thrill when he showed himself to her; that cheerful hint of danger that came with the understanding that he was as powerful a predator as she was. It was edged now with the understanding that he knew what she was, knew in a way no one else ever could what being a dhampir meant.
"You really should take my threats seriously," she pointed out through a smile that brightened as her eyes focused on his, as her fingers traced over his palm to be gathered into his grasp as she followed the gentle tug to come close. Her free hand slid over the lapel of his suit jacket as she leaned into him, her chin lifting to teasingly nip his jaw. "Miss me?"
"Always," he replied, one arm winding around her waist as she came closer. The music suddenly shifted as if on cue, the beat changing, slowing, softening. He was not one to mingle with the clientele, always remaining remotely distant, watching from above, but it wasn't because he couldn't dance. He was hardly afraid of her making good on her threat. Even if she did, it was unlikely anyone would see them, and if they did, so what? This was his territory; they were only here because he allowed them to be.
"Mmm, dancing with dinner tonight, are we?" she teased affectionately, letting her hand smooth up to curl against his neck, fingertips stroking in and out of the hair at his nape as she swayed into the wrap of his arm at her waist. The change in music made her smile deepen, fond suspicion flickering in her gaze. "I smell collusion."
"I've already fed," he told her, dismissing the idea that she might be dinner or that dinner might be lurking somewhere nearby. Not his, at any rate. "Have you eaten?" he asked, ignoring her remark about collusion. It was a simple enough matter to order dinner, if that was what she wanted. It wasn't easy romancing a dhampir, when you were just an ordinary vampire.
He really did take her far too seriously at times. Lauren laughed at his dismissal of her tease, drawing her other hand from his to lock her fingers together behind his neck, brow to brow, nose to nose, breathing him in amid the array of scents that gathered in Inferno. "I've eaten," she promised him. It had taken a while, but she had finally got into the habit of eating her solid meals when he was sleeping, so he wouldn't have to watch and wait through the process of cooking and eating and cleaning that was involved. "Food, that is. Can't seem to get enough of you, though."
"I can hardly argue with that," he told her, swaying gently to the music, clearly a product of a different time and place, though he'd adapted well to the modern world. He would have kissed her and even seduced her right there, but he'd learned that the best things in life were worth waiting for, and what was the rush when you were practically immortal" "I've been thinking perhaps it's time we take a trip. Get away for a little while."
"And where were you thinking of?" she asked curiously, stroking her thumbs up and down the line of his trapezius muscles as they swayed together. "Somewhere the sun has set for the next four months" Or somewhere with people?" Her grin rose again as she tipped her head up, this time nipping at his lower lip, daring him to take offense when she was in a good, silly mood.
"That is a tempting thought," he replied, mirroring her grin, even as she nipped at his lips. "But I have never been very fond of snow." Not that it mattered now that he couldn't freeze to death. He'd once wondered why more of his kind hadn't migrated to Alaska, but the answer was simple enough once he'd thought about it - the longer days required them to feed more often in a place where there was a distinct lack of food choices. "I was thinking Paris," he told her, leaning close to brush his nose against the side of her face.
"City of lovers," she murmured, knowing she barely needed to make a sound for him to hear her. They'd shared blood; if even the tempo of her heartbeat changed, he would hear it on the other side of the city. "I've never seen Paris but when it was in ruins. You lived there, didn't you? You and Adelia."