She saw movement at the window and held her breath. She counted them. Four. Four figures slipping through an open window one by one, silently and without hesitation. The back of her neck was cold. They were all vampires—she could see the faint glow of four sets of eyes…yet they’d come into the house on their own. There was no other movement in the room. Either George was still asleep, or he was no longer there.
The vampires must have been at Claythorne House before. That was the only way they could have entered as they did. Someone had invited them at an earlier time, when they were in their human form, and now they were back…with or without that person’s knowledge.
Victoria waited, watching them as they conferred with hand gestures and the faintest of whispers, praying they wouldn’t notice George in the chair nestled in shadows. Then, as they began to move toward the entrance, away from the armchair, she felt a wave of relief, a zing of excitement.
She could take on four of them with little trouble. Her eyes narrowed in anticipation; she adjusted her grip on the stake.
Then she saw their faces, their burning eyes, as they turned to move out of the library, only a breath away from where she hid. These were not normal vampires with blood-red irises.
Two of them had pinkish eyes, the color of rubies. Guardians.
Two of them had eyes of a red-purple color. They had long hair and carried gleaming metal swords. Imperial vampires.
Victoria swallowed, her dry throat crunching in her ears. Her palms grew damp, and the stake shifted in her uneasy grip. One could always tell where a vampire was in the hierarchy of his race by looking at his eyes. Pink-eyed Guardians, members of Lilith’s elite guard, were dangerous enough, with their poisonous bite and capacity to enthrall with great ease…but Imperials, with magenta irises, were the most powerful of the undead—with the exception of Lilith, of course. Imperials wielded swords like second hands, and their strength and speed were beyond measure. They could fly when fighting, and could pull the life energy from a person without touching them.
The first and only time she’d encountered an Imperial vampire, Max had been with her. The match had been difficult, frightening for her to watch…but Max had been victorious.
There was no Max tonight—no one but herself.
They could see in the dark—all vampires could—but, thank heaven, they couldn’t sense the presence of a Venator as she could sense theirs. Her presence as a mere human might be scented, but because the house was full of them, the vampires would not necessarily know exactly where the sensation was coming from or be able to sense her particular proximity as long as she was silent and still.
Victoria held her breath as the four undead swept from the library, doing nothing to muffle the sounds of their footsteps.
The quartet moved past her hiding place, close enough that she could have reached out and snatched at the boot of the last one as they swung past her and up the stairs. Her best hope was for them to separate, and for her to take them on one by one.
Victoria eased from her hiding place, staying in the shadows, but shifting so she could see through the stair railing curving above her. They didn’t appear to be interested in separating, so she would have to assist them in breaking up their party.
Slinking from the shadows, she moved along the wall in the foyer to a small table near the library door. The bust of a Claythorne ancestor sat upon it, and Victoria shifted it on its pedestal, creating the soft grating of marble against wood. Then she backed down along the hallway, away from the foyer and the staircase, standing in the middle of the corridor just out of sight of the stairs. She kept the stake hidden in the folds of her pelisse and wrapped on
e hand around the crucifix, obstructing its form from view.
Her trick worked. She heard footsteps coming back down the stairs and hoped only one had peeled away from the group.
Luck was on her side, for it was not only a single vampire who made his way from the bottom of the stairs toward her, but a Guardian and not an Imperial.
She stood in the hallway, backing toward one side, as he advanced toward her. The sharp metal edges of the crucifix edged into her palm. “I’m sorry, sir,” she stammered. “I didn’t mean to disturb…Oh!” She kept the puff of her scream low and soft—no need to draw any other members of the household into the trap—and her stake-filled hand behind the fold of her skirt.
The vampire moved toward her, a glint of humor in the glow of his pink-red eyes. “You didn’t disturb me,” he replied in a grating voice as he reached for her. “But I might find it satisfying to disturb you, my dear.” His fangs, long and silvery in the dim light, bared in a satisfied smile. “I have a task tonight, but it’s impossible to pass up the fresh blood of a beautiful young lady.”
Pretending to jerk away in fright, Victoria pivoted, stepping aside so he didn’t grasp the arm where she held the stake. Instead he laughed and easily caught at her forearm where it angled over her bosom, holding the cross beneath it.
They had moved down the hallway, toward the back of the house where the kitchens were, and far enough away from the stairs that the other vampires wouldn’t hear the details of their altercation.
“If you taste good enough, perhaps I will give you the gift of immortality,” he said with a condescending smile. “Then you shall always be as young and beautiful as you are now, with your long dark hair and creamy skin. What a lovely white neck you have—so long and slender and delicate—”
It all happened quickly: He caught her wrist and she released the cross, allowing him to pull her arm toward him while baring the crucifix to his sight. His grip faltered and he jerked back as though stung, making his chest vulnerable. Victoria struck.
A tiny pop, followed by a poof, and the garrulous vampire disappeared in a satisfying gust of dust.
Victoria couldn’t help a grin—she couldn’t have choreographed it any better. But before she went haring off after the others, she waited for a moment, listening. If she were lucky, one of the other three vampires would separate from the group to come back and check on the Guardian, giving her the chance to surprise him too.
But after she waited for several breaths and heard nothing, Victoria knew she had no more time to waste. Once again hurrying on light feet, she jogged back down the hallway to the grand foyer and up the sweeping staircase. She was only halfway up the first flight when a bloodcurdling scream echoed through the house…from below.
Blast it!
What now?
The vampires were upstairs, surely Polidori was upstairs, but something was happening below…