Everlasting Desire (Everlasting 2)

Chapter 10

Tomás strolled through the Log Cabin Village located in a woodsy section of Trinity Park in Fort Worth. Seven fully restored cabins occupied the settlement. All had been built sometime in the 1850s. During the day, volunteers gave visitors a taste of what life had been like in days gone by, demonstrating things like grinding corn, spinning, weaving, and the art of making candles. The botanical gardens were another of his favorite sites. The gardens featured over two thousand acres of trails and garden exhibits in what was one of the oldest and largest natural settings in North Texas. In addition, there was a large conservatory filled with tropical plants and exotic birds.

Another place he visited whenever he was in town was the Kimball Art Museum. At one time or another, the museum had showcased the work of such noted artists as Rubens, Picasso, Renoir, and Rembrandt, as well as the works of contemporary artists from around the world.

One of the advantages of being a vampire was that he didn’t have to endure the crowds of tourists who descended on Trinity Park or roamed through the museum during the day. Visiting the museum late at night, he could study his favorite paintings without being bothered by impudent teens or noisy toddlers.

Leaving the museum, he moved swiftly to Sundance Square. Located in the heart of downtown, the square gave him the feeling of walking the streets at the turn of the century, with its renovated storefronts and red brick streets. He had walked here when the city was new, when the streets were dirt and the stink of cowboys, horses, and cattle filled the air. But now his nostrils filled with a different scent.

The scent of prey.

He found them parked in a car on a side street, the windows covered with steam. Young lovers, he thought, as he wrenched the driver’s side door open. He broke the boy’s neck with a quick twist and had the girl in his arms and out of the car before she realized what was happening.

His hand stifled her cries as he carried her away from the car, away from the city, to a place where her screams wouldn’t be heard, and then he let her scream to her heart’s content as he buried his fangs in her neck. She fought him as best she could, but her fists were puny weapons; he hardly noticed them striking his back as her warm red blood trickled down his throat.

Chapter 11

On the night of the concert, Rhys arrived at Megan’s house a few minutes after eight. He looked drop-dead gorgeous, as always. Clad all in black and wearing a pair of trendy dark glasses, he could easily have passed for a rock star himself.

There was a line around the building when they arrived at the venue, but Megan had a pass so she and Rhys didn’t have to wait. There were hoots and hollers of protest when they bypassed the crowd and ducked through a side door reserved for VIPs.

“Have you ever been to a rock concert?” Megan asked as they took their seats in a roped-off section in the front of the hall.

“One or two,” Rhys answered. In his time, he had seen them all. He had to admit, being in close quarters with thousands of screaming fans wasn’t his favorite way to spend an evening. It wasn’t easy to keep his hunger under control when every indrawn breath carried the scent of blood, when his ears were assaulted by the sound of so many beating hearts. If not for the lovely woman beside him, he wouldn’t be here now. He supposed it was a sign of how smitten he was with Megan DeLacey that he had agreed to come to the concert at all.

Excitement flooded the stadium and screams bounced off the walls when Drexel appeared. He wore a pair of black spandex pants, a white shirt reminiscent of the kind pirates had once worn, and knee-high black boots.

Colored lights flashed as he swaggered to center stage. He looked out over the crowd and then, as if reaching for a woman, his hand curled around the microphone, and he began to sing.

Rhys shook his head. He doubted if anyone could actually hear Drexel’s voice over the earsplitting music and the near-hysterical screams of thousands of crazed female fans. White vapor rose from the stage floor and curled around Drexel’s ankles. Cameras flashed. Girls fainted. Yellow-shirted security guards prowled the front of the stage and the edges of the crowd, leaping into action now and again to prevent overeager fans from jumping up on the stage.

Rhys glanced at Megan when she tugged on his arm. “What do you think of him?” she asked, shouting to be heard over the roar of the crowd.

“He’s good.” The kid might be young, but he knew how to play to the audience. They had fallen under his spell the minute he walked out on the stage, and he never let them go. Rhys had to admire that.

The band had been playing for about an hour when Rhys detected the acrid scent of smoke. Lifting his head, he sniffed the air. The smell was coming from backstage, and getting thicker and stronger by the minute.

“Come on,” he said, grabbing Megan by the hand. “We’re getting out of here.”

“Why? What’s wrong?”

“No time to talk about it now.” He slid his hand up until he had a firm grip on her forearm.

“Rhys!” She twisted, trying to break his hold. “I’m not ready to go.”

“Yes, you are.” He pulled her along behind him until they reached the aisle.

A security guard stepped out in front of Rhys. He glanced at Megan, who was still trying to wriggle free of Rhys’s grasp. “Something wrong here?”

“There’s a fire,” Rhys said curtly. “Backstage. You’d better get these people out of here before it’s too late.”

The guard’s eyes narrowed. “Fire?”

“Can’t you smell it?” Rhys glanced back at Megan. She had stopped fighting him, her gaze riveted on the stage where long, yellow tongues of flame were eating their way up the backdrop.

Drexel and the band seemed unaware of what was going on until shouts of “fire!” grew so loud, they drowned out the band. The music came to an abrupt halt when Drexel glanced behind him. The drummer jumped to his feet when the backdrop dissolved in a shower of rainbow sparks. Without the barrier, the acrid stink of burning wood and fabric grew stronger, heavier. Panic erupted on the stage and spread through the audience as thousands of people blindly fought their way through the smoke toward the exits, tripping over each other in their haste.

Muttering an oath, Rhys swept Megan into his arms and transported the two of them out of the building to the sidewalk across the street.

Megan stared up at him, her eyes wide. “What happened? How did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Get us out of there so fast. I don’t even remember leaving the building.”