Immortals After Dark 12 - Lothaire

And now am I to be maudlin, feeling my age?
    Elizabeth asked, “Have you ever done anything for another without expecting something in return?”
    “I’ll cast my mind back. Further . . . further . . . Ah, yes. During theIron Age, I came upon a dying mortal warrior on a battlefield. He wanted me to get a message to his wife and children. I was in a whimsical mood. ‘Give her the message yourself,’ I told him, and turned him into a vampire. When he reunited with her, she ran to him, tears of joy streaming down her face, their children trailing her. As their offspring rejoiced, he swung her up in his arms, squeezing her to his chest. Such a poignant moment, such emotion—until she popped like a grape.”
    Elizabeth was aghast.
    “Vampires and humans do not mix. You’re too frail. If I lost control and laid hands on your body . . . pop .”
    She fell silent.
    Why would I kill to know what she’s thinking right now?
    Probably because I enjoy killing.
    In a clear bid to change the subject, she asked, “Do your targets always fall into your clutches?”
    “Ninety-six-point-four percent of the time, yes.”
    She pursed her lips. “How . . . boring.”
    “What did you say?”
    “Where’s the fun in that? Where’s the surprise?”
    “Life isn’t fun.”
    “Not for most, I suppose.” She leaned back on the settee, tucking her legs under her. “But if I was rich like you, I’d have fun.”
    “If you weren’t woefully poor, you’d know that money doesn’t buy happiness.”
    “Spoken like a man who’s always had cash.”
    “What would you do if you were me? To have fun?”
    “I’d spend money on my family. And I’d travel.” She gazed at the ceiling, as if imagining all the places she would go. “I’d see all the Greats: the Great Wall of China, the Great Pyramids, the Great Barrier Reef. Hell, I’d visit the coast for the first time ever.”
    She’d never been outside of Appalachia, had never seen an ocean, a beach. He could scarcely imagine that. She had no idea what sea air smelled like, no idea what waves lapping at her feet felt like. How would she react?
    Probably not as he would expect her to. “I’ve seen the world, Elizabeth, several times over. It’s overrated. I’ve no family I’ll acknowledge.”
    “So now you read your book for enjoyment?” She skimmed the design of the settee’s fabric, red nails trailing lightly. “What’s the last entry in your ledger?”
    “It will be a mortal named Declan Chase. If he lives. He’s the one who possesses memories of the ring.”
    “ If he lives. Did you hurt him?” she asked. Had she stifled a yawn?
    “Not I. A demon gutted him with a sword yesterday. But I gave him my blood to make him immortal.”
    “Isn’t that a really big deal? Since mortals beg you to do it and all. I believe you said it was priceless?” She rested her head on the arm of the settee.
    “I wanted a tie with him very much. Though I acted as if put out to tender my blood.”
    Lothaire recalled the subterfuge, a simple but elegant plot, and then the culmination—Chase unconscious, his mouth pried open as he was forced to accept a vampire’s blood.
    Even though the Blademan would consider it a defilement, a poison in his veins. . . .
    “Now I can locate him anywhere in the world, at any time,” Lothaire continued. “Can read his mind if he’s nearby. Yes, mortal, under the right circumstances I can read minds. Yet another way that I’m superior to you.”
    She’ll gasp with astonishment, raising her hand to her temple, fearing that I’m reading her mind right now. . . .
    Silence. He glanced over at her; his hands clenched into shaking fists.
    Elizabeth was sound asleep.
    He’d finally opened up and actually talked with someone—had shown her his fucking book—and she’d fallen asleep? Had he bored her?
    Súka! He was tempted to trace her into the middle of a ghoul cage fight, see if that would wake her up!
    He loomed over her, staring down, confounded by this mortal’s behavior.
    And why he could never predict it.
    Over the pounding of his heart, he heard Elizabeth’s even breaths. In sleep, she looked soft, even younger. So beautiful, but profoundly lacking in potential.
    She seemed intelligent enough— except when challenging me —yet other than her looks, there was nothing noteworthy about her, no accomplishments she could boast of.
    She’d been athletically inclined with all her wilderness expeditions and such, but she wasn’t a