Carpathian 02 - Dark Desire

anyone else in the hands of butchers, murderers. She had lost a brother she never knew to these madmen. She had nearly lost Jacques. "If he hates all of you enough to want you tortured and killed, why doesn't he just do it himself?"
    "The vampire must seek the earth before the sun rises. Unlike us, he cannot take even early sunlight.
    Dawn would bring his destruction. It limits his reach."
    "So he was in the woods watching us, just as I feared, and must have followed Byron and somehow trapped him. And he has to turn Byron over to the humans before dawn. The humans must be close."
    "Gregori said the very soil groaned under their boots."
    "So this betrayer cannot help the humans as long as the sun is up."
    "Absolutely not." He said it with conviction.
    "But the dawn does not have such an effect on us. We can stand it, Jacques. If we move now, we can find them. All we have to do is get Byron back and hide him until around five or six this evening when we are strong again. We can do it, I know we can. There are only so many places he could be. We can stand the early-morning sun, and no one will be expecting us. The humans who have him can't come into this cave; they can't go into the earth. They have to have shelter somewhere. You know this area, and if you don't, the others do. Let's get Byron back. The vampire might get so angry he'll quit hiding, make a mistake, and the others can get him." She was tugging at his arm, trying to drag him back toward the entrance to the cave.
    "I will not expose you to these men."
    "Give it a rest, Jacques. I mean it. We're in this thing together. I hate to brag and put you at an obvious disadvantage, but I can take more of the sun than you."
    His hand caressed the nape of her neck. "That doesn't mean I will allow you to be exposed to danger."
    Shea burst out laughing. "Just being with you is dangerous, you idiot. You're dangerous." She shook back her hair, her chin lifting a bit defiantly. "In any case, I can feel the vampire and you cannot. Neither, it seems, could Byron. Maybe the others won't be able to either. You need me."
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    argument with you? I cannot allow you to be in danger, yet we are walking into the dawn and facing brutal killers when we are at our lowest strength. In the afternoon, Shea, we will be completely vulnerable, at their mercy, at the mercy of the sun. Both of us will be."
    "Then we'll just have to be in a safe place by then. Contact the others, Jacques, tell them what's going on."
    "I think you just want to get out of this cave. You would rather face a vampire and human killers than a few little bats." He tugged at her wild mane of hair.
    She flashed him a grin over her shoulder. "You've got that right. And don't you ever turn into a bat." She shuddered. "Or a rat."
    "We could get kinky and see how bats and rats make love," he suggested in a whisper, warm breath against her neck.
    "You are a sick man, Jacques. Very, very sick." The passage was narrowing again, taking her breath. At least Jacques was complying, even if he was grousing a bit.
    Jacques separated his mind from his body, thought of Gregori, the way he moved, the way he felt when his essence moved through Jacques, healing mortal wounds from the inside out. He built the feeling and sent a mental call.
    Hear me, healer. I have need that you hear me.
    Your trouble must be great that you reach out to those you do not trust.
    The voice was startling clear in his head; the answer came so quickly that Jacques felt a surge of triumph.
    He was much stronger, so much more capable than he had been even the day before. Gregori had given him blood; it flowed in his veins, pumped through his heart, restored damaged muscle and tissue. He had forgotten how easily one could communicate. I heard Byron scream. The betrayer has taken him. He must turn him over to the humans before dawn.
    Dawn approaches now, Jacques. Gregori sounded calm, undisturbed by even such news as this.
    Then we must find him. Do any of you have the ability to track Byron? Has he exchanged blood with any of you?
    Only you made a pact with him. If he turned and was unable to seek the dawn himself, he wanted you to hunt him, and vice versa. You did not want your brother or me to have the responsibility for your destruction.
    I cannot find the path for him. Jacques could not