Supernatural. Part 7

And yet, she didn't pull away. She told herself she needed the support because her legs had gone all noodle. She told herself she was cold, and while he wasn't overly warm, he wasn't as icy as the air that smelled like raw sewage. She told herself all kinds of lies, because right now, she couldn't handle the truth, the mind-boggling realization that hate was not the only thing she felt for Nate Sabine.

"Poor Vaughn," she murmured. "He should have come to me. He didn't need to sacrifice himself for me."

"He loved you." Nate paused. "Is there a reason he wouldn't s.h.i.+ft?"

"What do you mean?"

He made long, soothing pa.s.ses over her braid. "He didn't s.h.i.+ft when he was fighting Vic. It put him at a huge disadvantage. I thought it was strange, because even if his intention was to lose, he clearly hated Vic and wanted to hurt him. Vaughn could have done a lot more hurting in animal form."

A knot twisted her insides. He said he was dying. Those were Nate's words. Her brother was dying. He didn't s.h.i.+ft. Oh . . . oh, G.o.ds. He didn't s.h.i.+ft because he couldn't. He'd been dying for the same reason she was.

"Lena?" His hand stopped stroking her hair. "Lena, what's wrong?"

"I know why he didn't s.h.i.+ft." She swallowed. "He couldn't. A s.h.i.+fter who has never turned into his animal dies shortly after they turn twenty-four. It's why I didn't leave when you fired me. There was no point."

"What do you mean, there was no point?" He pulled back to look her in the eye. "Wait . . . in the arena, you didn't s.h.i.+ft. You can't, can you?"

"No," she said quietly. "And because of that, I'm dying too."

Chapter 10.

A sick, bitter sadness shattered the anger Nate had felt over Lena's revelation of deception. He'd rescued her from the Neethul brothers because he couldn't bear the thought of losing her. Now, thanks to a f.u.c.ked-up genetic glitch, he was going to lose her anyway.

"Can't someone at Underworld General do something?" His voice was humiliatingly hoa.r.s.e.

"We've tried." Lena heaved a sigh and plopped down on the straw-coated floor. "There's nothing left to do."

"Why would you and Vaughn be unable to s.h.i.+ft when your other brother can?" Nate went down on his heels in front of her.

"Both of my other brothers can. I've seen them. I never saw Vaughn do it, but I guess now I know why." She rubbed her arms as though cold. "I think it might be because we were born different. When s.h.i.+fters give birth in animal form, the babies are born that way too. But Vaughn and I weren't. My father had to protect us from our brothers for years. Even our mother wanted to kill us."

He stripped off the T-s.h.i.+rt he'd worn straight in from the jungle and wrapped it around her shoulders like a shawl, and was surprised when she didn't argue. "What a way to come into the world."

s.h.i.+vering, she tugged the ends of the s.h.i.+rt tight. "What about you? How did you come into the world?"

"The supernatural one?" At her nod, he made himself comfortable on the ground. "It was two hundred years ago. I was twenty-seven, stumbling home after a night out with the boys in Paris. It was dark, foggy. Right out of a Jack the Ripper movie. I heard what sounded like a brawl coming from an alley, and like an idiot, I investigated." He remembered being horrified when he saw what looked like a huge, armored man in a b.l.o.o.d.y battle with a hooved, red-skinned, horned thing. "Now I know that one of the males doing battle was a demon. The other . . . he was a vampire, but not one like I've ever known."

"What happened?"

Nate had stood there, s.h.i.+tfaced and blinking, as if it was all a drunken mirage. "The vampire killed the demon, but he was injured. Badly. He had a gus.h.i.+ng wound in his neck, and when he saw me, his eyes lit like the fires of h.e.l.l. I tried to run, but he was on me and feeding before I could stumble two steps."

"So he forced you to drink his blood to turn you?"

"That's the weird thing," he said. "There was no blood exchange."

She frowned. "You sure you just don't remember? Because to make a vampire-" Blus.h.i.+ng, she cut herself off. "Sorry. Duh."

G.o.ds, she was cute. How the h.e.l.l could she be a hyena? She couldn't. He'd have tasted it in her blood. The same blood that had left a trail in the corner of her mouth. Without thinking, he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb. He wanted to linger, to frame her face in his hands and kiss away her pain, but the wariness in her doe eyes told him she still wasn't ready to take him for anything other than a miserable son of a b.i.t.c.h who profited off the blood of others.

Reluctantly, he dropped his arm. "I'm sure he didn't do the blood exchange. He wasn't normal. I can't explain it, but whatever he was, he turned me . . . and made me different."

"Different?"

He lowered his voice, because he'd learned a long time ago that this wasn't something to be said out loud. "I can walk in the sunlight."

Lena blinked. "That's . . . that's not possible."

"I know. And yet, I can hang out on a tropical beach at noon."

"Okay, so then what?" she asked, sounding very much like a medical professional digging to the bottom of a mysterious ailment.

"I went home to my wife. I don't remember much, but I remember waking up so f.u.c.king hungry." He hadn't understood what was going on, only that he was starving, and the sound of Eleanor's beating heart was driving him mad. "I attacked her. Nearly drained her." She'd screamed, pummeled him with her delicate fists, calling him a monster. Which he was. "Afterward, she lay there on the bed, pale and limp, and a weird instinct to feed her my blood came over me, and . . . I did. But I didn't know what I'd done. When she died a couple hours later, I went insane. That's the only way to describe it. I took off, and the next decade was a blur. My mind came back gradually, and I decided I needed answers. I traveled all over Europe, trying to find the a.s.shole who turned me, looking for other vampires. It was a shock to learn that other vamps couldn't go out in the daylight."

"You're the only one?"

"There have always been rumors of others, but I've never found any. And I learned real fast not to announce my own sun-loving nature." Other vampires either tried to kill him out of jealousy, or they wanted to experiment on him in order to find a way to cure their own issues with severe sunburn. "So anyway, eventually I realized it was possible that Eleanor could be a vampire, given what I'd done to her." He closed his lids, but that didn't shut out the memory. "I found her, in London. She hated me for what I'd done to her, and she'd moved on, right into Fade's arms."

"Oh, d.a.m.n," Lena breathed. She touched his knee, a soothing gesture he didn't think she realized she'd made. "That must have been hard for you."

He had to clear his throat of the lump of emotion before he continued, and it struck him that the memory wasn't what was affecting him, but Lena's concern.

"I was furious," he said, "but I still loved her. So I seduced her away from him." Nate looked down at Lena's hand, which looked so dainty on his leg. "That proved to be a fatal mistake. I didn't realize what he was. He chased us all over Europe, and when he caught us . . ." He trailed off, his mouth drying up and acid scouring his veins. Fade had tortured the f.u.c.k out of both of them, and then he'd dragged them both to one of his fight clubs, where he'd tortured them some more.

She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "What happened, Nate?"

"He put Eleanor in a pit with two Cruentus demons. She put up a good fight, injuring one so badly that he had to be put down. But the other killed her. I had to watch the whole thing."

"I'm so sorry." Lena's nimble fingers stroked his leg. No one since Eleanor had offered him comfort like that. He'd missed so much in his life, and it had taken Lena to make him realize it. Now it was too late. "So did he let you go?"

"He made me fight. He was p.i.s.sed that I didn't die the first time in the ring. Or the second, or the twentieth. Turns out that I'm more powerful than other vampires. Probably connected to the sunlight thing. Eventually, I grew numb to the death around me, and I started craving the fights. A way to release my hatred, you know?" No, she probably didn't. "All the while, I plotted escape, and when I thought the time was right, I pretended I was over what Fade had done to me and Eleanor, and I made a deal with him. I'd fight his biggest rival's champion, and if I won, he'd release me."

"So you won."

He snorted. "Nearly died, and I needed a week to recover, but I won." He listened to the screech of some creature, took a deep breath, and continued. "I was still full of hate, but I knew I couldn't kill Fade-I'd seen too many try. So I figured I'd do it from the inside."

Lena regarded him steadily, with no judgment in her gaze. "You started working for him."

"Yep. I claimed to be desperate for money, and since I'd once run a tavern, he thought I'd be useful in his social clubs. I had it all figured out. I was going to ruin him, sabotage his business so his customers would either kill him or bring Justice Dealers down on his head. Problem was, he was two steps ahead of me. He found my only living relative. My nephew."

Her fingers tightened on his leg. "What did he do?"

"Cagey b.a.s.t.a.r.d got a vampire to turn him so he'd live long enough to keep me under his thumb. Then he gave him a job here so I'd have to see every day what I'll lose if I don't keep the fight club from going under."

She sucked in a surprised breath. "Marsden. He's your nephew, isn't he?"

"Yeah. But he doesn't know it. I was turned when he was only two, and I didn't want to expose my sister and him to what I'd become, so I let them think I was dead." He rolled his eyes. "Guess I am." Okay, technically, he was. But for the first time since being turned, he didn't feel that way. Lena had made him very much alive. "You should have left when I told you to, Lena. You should have gone and never looked back."

"You know why I couldn't." She shot him a glare. "And you p.i.s.sed me off."

Right. That. What the h.e.l.l . . . he might as well tell her the truth. It wasn't as if any of it mattered now.

"I was trying to save your life," he said. "Fade needed a virgin sacrifice for a new fight club he's breaking ground on. If you wouldn't sleep with me, I had to get you the h.e.l.l out of the club and keep you away."

She blinked. "How did you know I'm . . ."

"A virgin? I didn't. He did."

She c.o.c.ked a blond eyebrow, clearly dubious about his intentions. "So you thought you'd be saving my life by having s.e.x with me?"

Sounded so lame when she put it that way. "Ah . . . yeah. But I underestimated your willingness to hang onto your virginity."

"I think you overestimated your effect on the opposite s.e.x," she said wryly.

"Me? Nah." He winked, enjoying the brief moment of levity. "You wanted me."

She made a low, needy sound that would have lit him on fire if they were anywhere but being held captive in a moldy dungeon. "I did want you."

"Then why did you refuse? We could have avoided this mess if you'd just slept with me."

"I can't have s.e.x." She averted her gaze as though ashamed. "Another s.h.i.+fting issue. It's impossible for me."

Now he felt like an even bigger piece of s.h.i.+t for coming down on her when she didn't jump into bed with him. "I'm sorry," he said gruffly.

Footsteps pounded outside the cage, keeping him from saying anything else. Not that he knew what to say. When Fade and two of his henchmen stopped at the door, he wasn't surprised.

"It's time." Fade tapped on the door's iron bars in an annoyingly cheery tempo. "With me, Sabine. Your female is going to the arena."

Nate exploded to his feet, putting himself between the demon and Lena. "You're not touching her." He hadn't been able to protect Eleanor, but by the G.o.ds, he'd die before he let Lena be killed.

The two rhino-fiends raised their weapons-lightning sticks, demon inventions that cast a bolt of something that was a cross between electricity and acid. As it stunned you into temporary paralyzation, it ate away the flesh around the area it had struck.

"Nate," Lena murmured, her palm coming down on his back. "Please. Go with them."

That wasn't going to happen. Time for plan B. He pegged Fade with a hard look. "I need to talk to you. Alone."

Fade nodded at one of the grayish demons with him, and the thing opened the door.

Lena clutched Nate's arm, holding desperately tight. "Whatever you're planning . . . don't." She lowered her voice as he turned to face her. "I'm dying anyway. Please, don't make this harder on yourself."

"Lena." He cupped the back of her head and put his lips to her ear. "I haven't had anything worth living for in a long time. Now I do. Trust me."

He felt guilty for lying, because although what he'd just said was the truth, there was more to it. He also hadn't had anything worth dying for in a long time. Now he did.

Without looking back, he exited the cell and walked with Fade to the staging area, an open room containing magical artifacts, painted symbols, and an altar. Fury built with every step, all the hatred that had burned out coming back with a vengeance, and Nate welcomed it like an old friend. Once inside, he rounded on the demon.

"Put me in the ring, motherf.u.c.ker. Put me in there instead of her."

"That would hardly be fair," Fade growled. "We don't have a fighter who can beat you."

"You can."

Fade's eyebrows shot up. "You're challenging me?"

"Challenging? I plan to kill you. But if I lose, Vladlena goes free." The demon would take the deal, because the source of his power didn't come from combatants who won-it came from those who lost. It was why the fight club was so popular . . . people from all over came to fight and lose, knowing they could get whatever they wanted upon their deaths . . . wealth for their children, revenge on an enemy, protection for a loved one. The catch was that if you lost, Fade collected your soul, and most challengers didn't realize just what "losing your soul" meant.

In this case, it meant that Fade traded the souls he gathered to the highest bidder, and there were people you did not want to own your soul.

"And if I lose?" Fade asked.

"The club is mine."

Fade hesitated.

"Come on," Nate cajoled. "You know you won't lose. And even if you do, you can resurrect."

Fade hissed. "How do you know?"

"You think I didn't learn everything there was to learn about your sorry a.s.s?" Nate had just signed his own death warrant. Fade couldn't risk anyone knowing the truth about him. An enemy who knew how to kill him permanently . . . yeah, not good for someone who had so many enemies.

"What else do you know?"

"You mean, do I know that Budag is your vivacant?" Nate smiled. "That he, and he alone, can bring you back to life? Yeah, I know that. The only reason I haven't killed him is that I couldn't risk you finding out I did it and taking it out on Marsden."

Fade's skin rippled, the texture alternating between wrinkled and smooth, the color doing a chameleon between tan, red, and the surrounding gray walls. The dude was both excited and angry, something Nate had seen only a handful of times. In his research, he'd learned that the skin thing was a reaction to stress, a natural process that increased the demon's strength and stamina. Not good.

Fade s.n.a.t.c.hed a parchment from the stack on the altar and slapped it down hard on the stone. "Let's write this up, vampire. And then I'm grinding you into h.e.l.lhound food."

Chapter 11.

It had taken everything Lena had not to break down as Nate walked away. She might not know his world like he did, but she had keen senses, and she'd smelled trouble.

Which came in the form of three ugly, horned demons bearing those funky knotted sticks. She'd started to fight them, but after they'd explained what the sticks did, she decided to save her strength for when it would do her more good. Now, blindfolded and shackled, Lena tripped and stumbled her way down the pa.s.sage, the two demons on either side of her dragging and pus.h.i.+ng if she slowed down.