Night Fall: Truly, Madly... Deadly Part 20

Metal Boy smirked, and then lifted his lips, displaying a whole row of sharpened teeth.

Joe took a quick glance around the cafe to make sure no one was near, and then leaned over the table and shook his head. He let the change come over him, reveling for once in the wildness that surged in his veins as the bones in his forehead and brow s.h.i.+fted, and his skin stretched tightly.

The boy's eyes widened until the whites symmetrically framed his irises. "I-I've just thought of somewhere else I need to be," he said, and quickly scooted off the seat and ran for the exit.

Satisfied that vamping was good for at least scaring the s.h.i.+t out of punks, Joe took a deep breath and relaxed, feeling his face reform to his human mask. Then he headed back to the girl with the wild hair.

"I'll see her now," Joe said, not even trying to conceal his impatience.

"Have you finished dat survey?" she asked, her nose buried in her Cosmo magazine. When he didn't respond, she raised her eyes.

Something in his expression made her hesitate. "I'll see if she's free."

Joe smiled grimly. "You do that."

She was back in a moment. "Professor Carlson'll see you now. You left your survey on the table, but I gave it to her."

He followed her to the farthest corner of the cafe, toward another booth. A green lamp suspended over the table lent the corner a warm glow. When he drew alongside the green vinyl seat, the girl indicated that he should sit and promptly left. Joe turned his gaze to the figure seated on the opposite bench.

His research had told him the professor was considered an expert in vampire lore. She'd written papers, magazine articles, and books, and even been consulted by more than one movie producer. When he'd typed "vampire expert" in the Internet search engine, her name had popped up everywhere.

All his research told him she might hold the answer, but it hadn't said anything about how young or drinkable she was. Her hair was neither blonde nor brown, but the warm color of whiskey. Her eyes, hidden behind a pair of wire-framed gla.s.ses, glinted cognac. Her lips were a pale rose.

The hunter within him woke.

Realizing he'd been staring, he cleared his throat. "You're Professor Lily Carlson? The author of 'Vampires: Myth and Reality'?"

Her gaze swept over him. An action so swift, he thought he might have imagined it. "And you are?" she asked, leaning over the table to extend her hand.

Joe froze. That indefinable scent was all over her. He had the urge to rub on her like a kitten in catnip. He eyed her small hand, afraid to touch it and feel the blood humming below the surface of her creamy, white skin. He was that close to jumping her. "I thought the survey was anonymous."

"Oh, it is," she replied quickly, withdrawing her hand. "You're responding to the ad, then?" At his nod, she looked vaguely disappointed. "Well, I suppose I should review your answers. Please have a seat," she said, waving him toward the bench seat opposite hers. "Thank you for taking the time to help me with my research."

Bemused, Joe slid onto the seat. He knew he should get straight to the point, but he stalled. For just a few minutes, he wanted to be with a woman while she looked at him as if he was just like any other man. Well, perhaps like he was a man with a serious mental disorder. But at least, she wasn't recoiling in horror or inspecting him like the Bearded Lady at a freak show.

Not that she was a great beauty, nor even as strong and fierce as his ex-partner Darcy. Dressed in a boring-beige suit, her whiskey-colored hair piled in a loose knot on top of her head, and her gla.s.ses sliding down her s.h.i.+ny nose, she looked like the schoolmarm she was. But while all the beige and brown should have made her look muddy, she glowed golden in the lamplight. And her scent-richly textured with something wild and animalistic-was extraordinary.

The woman opened his survey and glanced at his answers, then flipped the page. Her lips pursed for a moment, drawing his gaze to her full lower lip. "There are a few more questions I need answered. Do you mind if I learn a little more about you?" she asked, glancing up at him from beneath her gold-tipped lashes.

The surge of heat that centered in his groin was way out of proportion to her innocent question. Afraid he'd stutter over a tongue that suddenly felt too large for his mouth, he merely nodded.

"You understand the questions I'm about to ask you are part of a sociological study I'm conducting about our vampire subculture?"

Again, he nodded.

"All information you provide," she recited as if from rote, "will be completely confidential. I hope you will answer me honestly," she gave him a doubtful stare, "or to the best of your ability."

She looked expectantly at him, so he nodded again.

Her gaze returned to his survey and she cleared her throat. "You...are a vampire?"

"Yes." This was the first time he'd admitted that fact out loud, and he knew how ridiculous it sounded.

"So, are you a Psy or a Sang?"

"There's more than one kind?" Joe asked.

"A Psychic vampire feeds on a human's energy; a Sanguinarian is a blood-drinker."

"I guess I'm a Sang."

"You drink blood once a day?" she asked, her head still bent over the paper.

He shrugged, hoping she'd glance up at him again so he could see whether her eyes really were a warm, golden-brown. "More or less."

She scribbled something in the margin of his survey. "Well, which is it?"

"Sometimes more."

"Do you drink human blood?"

Joe wished she'd end this line of questioning, or he'd be drooling shortly. Her scent had every appet.i.te revving into high gear. "Yes."

She glanced up from the survey. "How long have you had the urge to drink blood?"

"Since I woke up, tonight."

She blinked. "No, I meant...since ever."

"Last winter."

"Did you by chance suffer some sort of emotional trauma?"

Joe stiffened. If you consider I died, and the woman I loved had her boyfriend turn me, then h.e.l.l yes! "Yes."

"Was the trauma centered around a love relations.h.i.+p?"

He drew a deep breath. The professor was determined to hit every sensitive nerve he owned. "Yes."

"A woman?"

He glowered at her and didn't respond.

She did another of those little sweeps of her eyelashes that left him feeling confused. "Woman," she said softly and annotated his answer. "Was it a s.e.xual relations.h.i.+p?"

Every muscle in his body contracted. The memory of the last time he'd seen Darcy, the last time he'd been inside her, had his c.o.c.k straining inside his jeans.

"Was it?" she insisted.

Joe nodded, feeling his face harden, knowing he looked as dour as the Grim Reaper right about now.

"Um, you say, you drink blood during s.e.x."

He felt like howling. "Sometimes."

She looked up, her head canting to the side. "Why?"

"To give myself and my host greater pleasure. The o.r.g.a.s.ms are worth dying for," he said, hoping to give her a taste of his discomfort.

"Oh." Her face suffused in pink, and she cleared her throat. "Do you use lancets to bleed your host?"

He didn't understand her question and stared.

"Do you use something sharp to pierce your host's skin?"

"My teeth. I bite them." He lifted his lips and let her see the teeth he couldn't convince to recede into his gums-he was just too d.a.m.n hungry.

"Oh." Her expression remained professionally frozen, but Joe had the feeling she wanted to roll her eyes. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a silver cross, and then held it in front of him. "Do you get a burning sensation when you see this object?"

"No."

"Does this produce any sensation at all?" She touched his hand with it.

Air hissed between his teeth at the first touch of her hand. He was on fire. His hand curled beneath hers, curving into a fist.

Her eyebrows lifted and she quickly scribbled something else on his survey. "Do you believe in Satan?"

"Yeah, if he's the evil that lurks in a man's heart."

"Do you wors.h.i.+p Satan?"

"Uh, no."

She reached into her purse again and pulled out a tiny bottle of water and a sharpened stick.

Joe stared at the items she stacked neatly in a row in front of him, and his blood began to boil. Silver crosses, holy water, and a f.u.c.king stake. s.h.i.+t! The woman had studied Buffy 101. She was a fraud. She didn't know the first thing about vampires-h.e.l.l, she didn't believe they existed. "I don't suppose, Professor, that in all your research you've ever actually met a vampire?"

She blinked and pushed her gla.s.ses up her nose. "I'm the one asking the questions here."

"And I'm finished answering," Joe said, his eyes narrowing. "Have you ever met a real vampire?"

The little Professor sniffed and raised her chin. "No, I haven't."

Joe slumped in the booth. His last hope dashed.

"Are you all right?" she asked, eyeing him with suspicion.

"Just p.i.s.sed and hungry." He let his gaze fall to her neck. "Want to know what it feels like?"

"What?" she asked, her eyes wide.

"To be sucked by a vampire."

The Professor's cheeks turned a fiery red. "Certainly not." But her words lacked true outrage.

Joe's mouth stretched into a smile. The lady had a dirty mind. Although, now that she had him thinking about it, the idea took root. She might not be able to give him the information he needed, but she could certainly share a little blood in exchange for the sweet release he'd give her.

"Can I come home with you?" He hadn't meant to blurt it out quite like that, but she was too delectable to pa.s.s up-and she owed him. He'd come halfway across the country just to speak to her.

Now, she looked truly alarmed. "I-I think that's all the questions. Thank you for coming."

Joe smiled and settled his back against the seat, stretching his arms across the top of the bench. He knew the action pulled his T-s.h.i.+rt taut across his chest-a well-developed chest, or so he'd been told.

Her next nervous sweep indicated she'd noticed.

"Don't you want to complete your research? Don't you want to know what it's like to feel a vampire's kiss?"

Her chin came up. "I think if there was truly any merit to the legends, I'd have discovered that by now," she said primly, her hands clenched on the table. "Stop playing with me."

He dropped his voice to a purr. "Don't you want it to be true?"

She stared at him, her face growing solemn and her gaze haunted. "I've wanted that more than you could ever know."

Joe tired of baiting her. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand.

She tugged it back, but he turned her hand and brought her wrist to his nose. He inhaled deeply. "Not perfume. You." He licked her delicate wrist, his breath deepening when he felt her heart rate increase.

"What are you doing? Unhand me!"

"I'm going to give you a kiss," he said, never letting his gaze leave hers. "Here." He slid his lips on her wrist. "I'll show you what a vampire can do without ever being inside you."

Her mouth fell open and her cheeks paled. She drew her hand back, again.

"Just a taste," he whispered, not letting go.

"You're going to bite me?" she asked, her tone incredulous. "What about shots? Blood tests? There's a pamphlet on the table that describes safe bloodletting techniques-biting isn't one of them! Christ, think of the bacteria!"

Joe's eyes narrowed, and he sank his teeth into a vein that trembled just under her skin.

"Ow!" she gasped, her eyes rounding.

Then he sucked, and she gasped again, only this time her body fell back against the upholstered seat. Her eyes closed for a moment, and her lips formed around an astonished 'O'. "That's...incredible!" she moaned, her back arching.

He mouthed her skin while he continued to feed, drawing her rich blood across his tongue, down his throat, pulling her scent into his nostrils-as overcome with sensation and rising pa.s.sion as his shocked little host-ess.

"Please," she said, her voice quavering. "Please, stop."

Joe withdrew his teeth immediately, though it d.a.m.n near killed him. His body was wound as tight as a spring. Then he looked at her. Her eyes were wary and wide, like a doe's caught in the crosshairs. Wild color flooded her cheeks.