Amusement ran through me. "Weren't Elizabethan actors considered rogues and treated with suspicion?"
"Only initially. Once the queen began granting licenses to the aristocracy for the maintenance of troupes, acting became more regulated and the actors' popularity increased greatly. " He smiled, almost wistfully. "That was a very enjoyable period of my life. "
"Meaning there were lots of women to be had, no doubt," I said with a grin.
"Of course," he said, amusement warming his words. He swung the car into a driveway and turned around.
"Although it's been a while since my stage days, so my acting skills are probably rusty. But I think I could manage a passable drunk looking for his lover's house. If I make enough noise, it'll hopefully distract their attention. "
"It's extremely difficult for vamps to get drunk," I said doubtfully. "Given that the men inside that house won't be human and will sense what you are almost immediately, do you think they'll buy the drunk act?"
"Just because it's difficult doesn't mean that it doesn't happen. " He shifted the gear into first and drove back past the house. "Besides, there just happen to be several bottles of Dom Perignon sitting snugly in the backseat. I'll tip a little over me for increased verisimilitude. "
I gave him a look of utter horror. "And waste such fine champagne? That's criminal. "
He chuckled softly. "I said a little. The rest we can save for later. "
"Well, that's all right then. "
He drove back past the house and continued on to the end of the street. Once there, he pulled over to the side of the road and stopped. "How long do you think you'll need to get to the house?"
I glanced at my watch. "Five minutes should be enough. I doubt they'll have much in the way of sensors or alarms in the paddocks - the wildlife would play havoc with them. I'll just have to be more cautious near the house. "
He nodded then handed me a cell phone. "Take this, because you may need to prove who you are to Lyndal. And be careful. I don't want my wife-to-be getting too messed up before our wedding night. "
"Trust me, I've had more than enough excitement lately to last me a lifetime. " I returned his kiss briefly, then opened the door and climbed out.
The night was crisp and cold, and the darkness somehow more intense with the absence of street lighting. I ran across the road and climbed through the wire fence. It was tempting to simply run down the road, but if someone was up in our target house, then a lone runner at this hour of the night was going to raise all manner of suspicion.
Not that someone jogging across paddocks wasn't.
Of course, I could wrap myself in shadows and run along the road that way, but there was no guarantee that both of the guards were wolves. Blake knew I was Directorate, knew the Directorate
would be involved in any search for me, so he'd surely have more than wolves as backup. And he would have figured out a way to get a vamp guard past the threshold restriction - and rented houses did have restrictions, even if public places didn't. It was still somebody's home, and that was the difference.
I kept close to the tree-lined boundary fences - though the trees themselves were small and shrubby, and didn't really provide much in the way of cover. But they at least gave me deeper shadows to hide in.
Somewhere off to my right, a dog began barking, the sound more friendly and excited than one of warning. I slipped through the wire fence dividing the two properties and ran forward, once again keeping to the fence line until I was near the house. There was very little in the way of cover around it, but there were garden beds with white stones along the length of the side I could see, and a covered patio area around the back. A garage dominated the right side of it, and it had motion sensor lights attached to the front. I cursed inwardly and scanned the roofline, and saw more lights jutting out from the corners of the house. The minute I went near it, those damn things would come on.
Which left me with one option - the roof. It was a basic, red tile roof, the sort that could be seen on millions of houses all over Australia. And tiles - unlike the iron roofing often used these days - were easy to move. I called to my seagull shape and took to the sky. As I landed, a car turned into the road, tires squealing as Quinn took the corner too fast. High-beam lights turned the shadows into day, and music - heavy, thumping rock - blared so loud that I could hear it from here.
I'd wanted a distraction, I thought with a grin. Quinn was certainly giving me it.
As the car drove up the driveway and the bright lights pinned the house, I shifted back to human form and carefully began sliding tiles to one side. Given they were concrete, it was difficult not to make noise, but I hoped the steady thumping beat of music would cover any sound I was making. By the time Quinn had pulled to a halt outside the front entrance, I'd created a big enough hole to get through. I didn't drop into it, however, wanting to make sure the guards' attention was on Quinn rather than what else might be going on within the house.
"Hey, Emma?" The voice, though Quinn's, was loud and slurred. "Why did you leave me, baby? Come out and talk to me. "
The lights came on around the house, then a booming voice said, "There's no Emma here. You've got the wrong house. "
"Who the hell are you?" Quinn said, with all the belligerence of a true drunk. "And why the hell are you in Emma's house?"
I grinned and dropped down into the roof space. It was - not unexpectedly - dark, so I switched to infrared and carefully began crawling along the rafters, dodging the air-con vents and various pipes and wires that seemed to breed up in roof spaces.
Outside, the rumble of voices was getting louder - not so much on Quinn's part, but certainly that of the guard who'd answered the door. His frustration over the "drunk's" refusal to believe he was in the wrong house was increasing. He hadn't yet ventured out - his voice was still coming from the same position - but maybe if he got angry enough, he would.
He'd be Quinn's the minute he did, which would leave me with only the one. And while I'd coped with more than one assailant many times, I was still sensible enough to prefer one at a time.
Unlike my brother, who often seemed to think the more, the merrier.