Carpathian 01 - Dark Prince

comfortable gift. He killed tonight. A woman, a child. I sent him out and traded our lives for theirs."
    "No!" Monique denied that. "You have nothing to do with what he chooses to do, any more than my husband is responsible for what that monster did to me. Alexander believes he should have found a way to protect me. He will not forgive himself. Don't be like him, Raven."

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    Raven stood on the stone steps and faced the moon-bathed land. The wind stirred and the glowing silver light darkened ominously. Monique gasped, clutched at Raven, tried to draw her into the comparative safety of the house. A red stain grew, spread, completely consumed the moon. A low moan rode on the wind, growing louder until it became a howl. A wolf lifted its muzzle to the bloodstained moon and howled in warning. A second joined in. The entire mountain rumbled ominously.
    Monique whirled around and ran to her husband. "Pray with me, pray with me."
    Raven shut the door and leaned against it. "Don't panic on me, Monique. We have a chance if we can stall him."
    Alexander glared at her, his arm protectively around his wife, his hand already swollen and sore-looking.
    "Don't listen to her, Monique. She almost strangled me; she threw me against the wall with unbelievable strength. She is unclean."
    Raven rolled her eyes in exasperation. "I'm beginning to wish I did have all that power you think I have.
    I'd find a way to keep you from talking."
    "He is afraid for us." Monique spoke in a conciliatory tone. "Can't we take off his chains?"
    "He would try to attack Andre the moment he returned." Raven made a face at Alexander, completely exasperated with him. "That would get him killed fast." She shivered, turning stricken eyes on Monique.
    "He comes. Stay very quiet, no matter what happens. Don't draw attention to yourself."
    The wind outside howled, an eerie, lonely sound that faded away, leaving in its wake an unnatural silence. Raven heard her own heart beat in the void. She stepped backward just as the door splintered and cracked. The candle flames leapt, threw shadows on the wall, grotesque, macabre; then the lights were snuffed out.
    "Come, Raven. We must leave now." Andre snapped his fingers, holding out his hand. The vampire's face was flushed with fresh blood. The glow of evil was in his eyes; his mouth was twisted with cruelty.
    Raven regarded Andre with large, accusing eyes. "Why do you come to me like this? Tell me what is going on."
    He moved with blurring speed, and at the last moment, Raven remembered she, too, was capable of such feats. She felt his hot, foul breath, smelled death on him. His razor-sharp nails raked her arm as she ducked away. She pressed her small body into the corner. "Don't try to force my compliance when a simple explanation will do."
    "You will regret this defiance," he snarled, and hurled the church bench out of his path so hard that it crashed and splintered against the wall only inches from the shivering human couple.
    A small moan of terror escaped Monique, and instantly the vampire whirled around, his eyes red and glazed with power. "You will crawl to me like the dog you are." His voice was low, hypnotic, his eyes mesmerizing.
    Alexander lunged to the end of his chains, trying to stop Monique, who went to the floor in obedience, her manner sensual and fawning. Raven walked calmly across the room to kneel down in Monique's path. "Hear me, Monique. Don't do this thing." Her blue-violet eyes stared directly into the older woman's. Raven's voice was beautiful, purity itself, low and entrancing. It made the vampire's voice Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    appear foul and disgusting. A look of confusion, bewilderment, and shame crossed Monique's blank face.
    The vampire exploded into action, leaping the distance to Raven's side, seizing her by the hair, yanking her backwards, nearly off her feet.
    The world erupted around them. The night itself seemed to rage, the wind screaming and howling, gusting across the wide open space to beat at the windows. A dark funnel cloud boiled down from the seething sky and tore the roof from the structure; the whirling mass lifted furniture and scattered treasures collected over the years,
    Monique wailed loudly and dragged herself to Alexander, where they clung together. Voices hissed and whispered, low murmurs of fury, of accusation, of condemnation. The