He was on me, body flattening me to the floor. My arms ended up pinned to my chest, trapped under his coat. His waist had the Firestar trapped. I went for the Browning and his hand tore through the coat like paper, ripped the gun out from under my arm. He damn near took the holster and my arm with it. For a second my left arm was just one raw pain. When I could feel my arm again the Browning was gone and I was staring up into Gabriel's face from three inches away.
He wriggled his hips, grinding the Firestar into both of us. It had to hurt him more than it hurt me.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. My voice was surprisingly calm.
"I like pain," he said. He put the tip of his tongue on my chin and licked across my mouth. He laughed. "Struggle harder. Push those little hands."
"You like pain?" I said.
"Yeah."
"You're gonna love this." I shoved the knife into his upper stomach. He gave a small sound between a grunt and a sigh. A shudder ran the length of his body. He reared up over me, still pinning me from the waist down, like he was doing girl's push-ups.
I raised myself up with him, shoving the knife in deeper, drawing the blade upward through the meat of his body.
Gabriel ripped the coat into pieces but didn't try to grab the knife. He braced an arm on either side of me, staring downward at the knife and my bloody hands.
He rested his face in my hair, slumping just a little. I thought he'd pass out. He whispered, "Deeper."
"Oh, Jesus." The blade was almost at the bottom of his sternum. When I got to it one upward thrust would give me his heart.
I lay back on the floor to get a better angle for the killing blow.
"Don't kill him," Raina said. "We need him."
We? The knife was on its way to his heart when he rolled off me in a blinding blur of speed. He ended up lying on his back not too far away. He was breathing very fast, his chest rising and falling. Blood poured down his naked skin. His eyes were closed, lips curled in a half smile.
If he'd been human he might have died later tonight. Instead he lay on the carpet smiling. He rolled his head to one side and opened his eyes. His strange grey eyes looked at me. "That was wonderful."
"Jesus H. Christ," I said. I got to my feet using the couch for support. I was covered in Gabriel's blood. The knife was thick with it.
Kaspar was sitting on the corner of the couch staring at me. He huddled in his coat, eyes wide. I didn't blame him.
I wiped my hands and blade on the black couch. "Thanks for the help, Jean-Claude."
"I was told that you are a dominant now, ma petite. Struggles of internal dominance are not to be interfered with." He smiled. "Besides, you did not need my help."
Raina knelt beside Gabriel. She lowered her face to his bleeding stomach and began to lick it. Long, slow movements of her tongue. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed.
I would not be sick. I would not be sick. I looked at Kaspar. "What are you doing with these two?"
Raina raised a blood coated face. "Kaspar is our sample."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"He can shapeshift back and forth as often as he wants to. He doesn't pass out. We use him to test potential stars of our movie productions. To see how they react to somebody changing shape in the middle of things."
I was going to be sick. "Please tell me you don't mean he changes in the middle of sex as a sort of screen test."
Raina cocked her head to one side. Her tongue rolled around her mouth, licking the blood clean. "You know about our little films?"
"Yeah."
"I'm surprised Richard told you. He doesn't approve of our fun."
"Are you in the movies?"
"Kaspar won't play on film," Raina said. She stood up and walked towards the couch. "Marcus won't force anybody to be on film. But Kaspar helps us audition people. Don't you, Kaspar?"
He nodded. He was staring at the carpet, working very hard at not looking at her.
"Why are you all here tonight?" I asked.
"Jean-Claude promised us some vampires for our next movie."
"That true?" I asked.
Jean-Claude's face was blank, lovely but unreadable. "Robert needs to be punished."
I frowned at the change of subject. "The coffin's full."
"There are always more coffins, Anita."
Robert crawled forward. "I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry." He didn't touch Jean-Claude, but he crept close to him. "I can't bear the box again, master. Please."
"You're afraid of Raina, Jean-Claude. What do you expect Robert to do with her?"
"I am not afraid of Raina."
"Fine, but Robert was overmatched. You know he was."
"Perhaps you are right, ma petite."
Robert looked up. A moment of hope flashed across his handsome face. "Thank you, master." He looked at me. "Thank you, Anita."
I shrugged.
"You can have Robert for your next film," Jean-Claude said.
Robert grabbed his leg. "Master, I..."
"Oh, come on, Jean-Claude, don't give him to her."
Raina plopped down on the couch between Kaspar and me. I stood up. She put an arm over Kaspar's shoulders. He flinched.
"He's handsome enough. Any vampire can take a great deal of punishment. Most acceptable," she said.
"You saw them here tonight," I said. "Do you really want to do that to one of your own people?"
"Let Robert decide," Jean-Claude said. "The box, or Raina?"
Robert looked up at the lycanthrope. She smiled at him with her bloody mouth.
Robert lowered his head so he could see her, then nodded. "Not the box. Anything is better than that."
"I'm out of here," I said. I'd had all the interpreternatural politics that I could stand for one night.
"Don't you want to see the show?" Raina said.
"I thought I'd seen the show," I said.
She tossed Kaspar's hat across the room. "Strip," she said.
I'd sheathed the knife and retrieved the Browning from the carpet where Gabriel had thrown it. I was armed. For what good it did me.
Kaspar sat there on the couch. There was a pink flush to his white skin. His eyes glittered. Angry, embarrassed. "I was a prince before your ancestors discovered this country."
Raina propped her chin on his shoulder, still hugging his shoulders. "We know how blue your pedigree is. You were a prince and you were such a big, bad hunter, such a wicked boy that a witch cursed you. She turned you into something beautiful and harmless. She hoped you'd learn how to be gentle and kind." She licked his ear, running her hands through his feathery hair. "But you aren't gentle or kind. Your heart is just as cold and your pride just as impervious as it was centuries ago. Now, take off your clothes and turn into a swan for us."
"You don't need me to do it for the vampire," he said.
"No, do it for me. Do it so Anita can see. Do it so Gabriel and I don't hurt you." Her voice was going lower. Each word more measured.
"You can't kill me, not even with silver," he said.
"But we can make you wish you could die, Kaspar."
He screamed, a low, ragged cry of frustration. He stood up abruptly and pulled on his coat. The buttons snapped and fell to the carpet. He flung the coat into Raina's face.
She laughed.
I started for the door.
"Oh, don't leave yet, Anita. Kaspar may be a pain in the ass, but he's really quite beautiful."
I glanced back.
Kaspar's sport jacket and tie lay on the carpet. He unbuttoned his white dress shirt with quick, angry movements. There was a line of white feathers down the middle of his chest. Soft and downy as an Easter duck.
I shook my head and kept going for the door. I did not run. I did not walk faster than normal. It was the bravest thing I'd done all night.