When He Was Bad
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But the shifter wouldnt be able to protect her forever. No, there would be a time when she was alone. Vulnerable. There always was.
And hed strike then. Make her beg for death.
Then hed go after the animal. It was rumored that shifter blood was more powerful than anything else on earth. Because of the two spirits the beasts carried. A mans. An animals.
Hed find out if that rumor was true when he sank his teeth into the shifters throat and gorged on his blood.
Oh, but death could be so wonderfully sweet.
Time to start his hunt.
And he knew just where to begin.
Miranda and Cain didnt drive back to Cherryville. Instead, they returned to the hotel room that Cain had booked for them. The minute the bellman closed the door and exited the room, Cain sucked in a deep breath. He knew what was coming.
Just what the hell, Miranda gritted, was that vampire talking about? What does it mean to be linked? And whatever it is, youd damn well better tell me that I am not linked to Paul.
Oh, but the woman was beautiful. Cheeks flushed. Eyes bright. He wanted to kiss her.
Strip her.
Take her.
But first, well, first he was going to have to piss her off, and probably scare her. I didnt want to worry you, he began.
Worry me? Her voice rose several octaves and she began to pace around the room, pausing to toss her bag onto the king-size bed. Oh, but he had plans for that bed. And for her.
Miranda . . .
She shot him a fuming glare. Ive got some kind of psychotic vampire killer on my tail. Trust me, Im already worried.
Yeah, but there was being worried, then there was knowing-that-a-vampire-could-peek-into-your-mind-at-any-time worried. When a vampire drinks from a human, it gives him a-a certain amount of control.
She stopped pacing and spun to face him. What kind of control? Almost instantly, her eyes widened. You said that only the ancient vamps could use Thrall, and Paul isnt
He cant use Thrall on you. His voice was firm. No, the vamp couldnt use that method with her. But once he took your blood, he did form a connection of sorts with you.
Her lashes lowered a moment. Lifted. I dont like where this is going, Cain.
He wasnt thrilled, either. If the blood link is strong enough, hell be able to glimpse into your mind. See memories. And if the guy had enough power and he deepened the link, he might even be able to control her.
The hard sound of her painful swallow grated on his ears. Are you telling me that bastard is in my head?
Im saying he could be.
Miranda sat down on the bed, hard. Her bag fell to the floor. How do I get himout?
He was working on that. They were working on that. But there was really only one way to sever a blood link. We kill him.
Easier said than done, she muttered.
His hands clenched. Hed been holding back the truth about the blood link because hed thought Miranda had already been through enough.
He truly hadnt wanted to freak the woman out any more than absolutely necessary.
And just who the hell was that Sullivan guy?
Ah, Liam Sullivan. He was an agent with the Irish government. Came here years ago on a case, wound up staying as a liaison.
So howd he end up fanged?
Wrong place. Wrong time. Simple words to describe the carnage that had taken out Sullivans team and left him alivesort of, anyway.
I thought he was one of those ancients youd talked about. Whyd the other vampires listen to him if hes still . . . I dont know, young to them?
Because most of the vamps in the bar were considered the fresh Taken. Takenan apt term for the vamps whod once been human but had lost their mortal lives with an exchange of blood. Yeah, those assholes in the bar hadnt been blood vampiresthe fierce creatures born onto the earth already having full immortal strength. Instead, the feeding room had been full of amateurs, vamps whod been changed in the past few years.
Those guys had kept silent because they were still new to the game, and because Sullivan had a reputation for being one tough bastard. Hes made a bit of a name for himself in the vampire world. Sullivan, and the female, Maya, a vampiress who lived on the West Coast. Both were former humans whod once held jobs protecting humans.
Now they both walked in the darkness and killing, well, theyd become very, very good at meting out death sentences to their enemies.
It was always a shame to him when protectors became Taken. Dont make the mistake of thinking that Sullivan is harmless, Miranda.
She snorted. Yeah, like thats what I was thinking.
If you cross him, hell come after you with fangs and claws
Just like you would, she finished softly.
Her words had him faltering. I would never hurt you.
Her stare was direct. But what about those who cross you, Cain? Do you show mercy to them?
In his thirteen years in the Bureau, hed found that few individuals truly deserved his mercy. Not that he had much, anyway. Some folksthey dont particularly deserve mercy from me.
So youve killed, havent you? Her husky voice asked the question that hed been dreading for days.
And hed strike then. Make her beg for death.
Then hed go after the animal. It was rumored that shifter blood was more powerful than anything else on earth. Because of the two spirits the beasts carried. A mans. An animals.
Hed find out if that rumor was true when he sank his teeth into the shifters throat and gorged on his blood.
Oh, but death could be so wonderfully sweet.
Time to start his hunt.
And he knew just where to begin.
Miranda and Cain didnt drive back to Cherryville. Instead, they returned to the hotel room that Cain had booked for them. The minute the bellman closed the door and exited the room, Cain sucked in a deep breath. He knew what was coming.
Just what the hell, Miranda gritted, was that vampire talking about? What does it mean to be linked? And whatever it is, youd damn well better tell me that I am not linked to Paul.
Oh, but the woman was beautiful. Cheeks flushed. Eyes bright. He wanted to kiss her.
Strip her.
Take her.
But first, well, first he was going to have to piss her off, and probably scare her. I didnt want to worry you, he began.
Worry me? Her voice rose several octaves and she began to pace around the room, pausing to toss her bag onto the king-size bed. Oh, but he had plans for that bed. And for her.
Miranda . . .
She shot him a fuming glare. Ive got some kind of psychotic vampire killer on my tail. Trust me, Im already worried.
Yeah, but there was being worried, then there was knowing-that-a-vampire-could-peek-into-your-mind-at-any-time worried. When a vampire drinks from a human, it gives him a-a certain amount of control.
She stopped pacing and spun to face him. What kind of control? Almost instantly, her eyes widened. You said that only the ancient vamps could use Thrall, and Paul isnt
He cant use Thrall on you. His voice was firm. No, the vamp couldnt use that method with her. But once he took your blood, he did form a connection of sorts with you.
Her lashes lowered a moment. Lifted. I dont like where this is going, Cain.
He wasnt thrilled, either. If the blood link is strong enough, hell be able to glimpse into your mind. See memories. And if the guy had enough power and he deepened the link, he might even be able to control her.
The hard sound of her painful swallow grated on his ears. Are you telling me that bastard is in my head?
Im saying he could be.
Miranda sat down on the bed, hard. Her bag fell to the floor. How do I get himout?
He was working on that. They were working on that. But there was really only one way to sever a blood link. We kill him.
Easier said than done, she muttered.
His hands clenched. Hed been holding back the truth about the blood link because hed thought Miranda had already been through enough.
He truly hadnt wanted to freak the woman out any more than absolutely necessary.
And just who the hell was that Sullivan guy?
Ah, Liam Sullivan. He was an agent with the Irish government. Came here years ago on a case, wound up staying as a liaison.
So howd he end up fanged?
Wrong place. Wrong time. Simple words to describe the carnage that had taken out Sullivans team and left him alivesort of, anyway.
I thought he was one of those ancients youd talked about. Whyd the other vampires listen to him if hes still . . . I dont know, young to them?
Because most of the vamps in the bar were considered the fresh Taken. Takenan apt term for the vamps whod once been human but had lost their mortal lives with an exchange of blood. Yeah, those assholes in the bar hadnt been blood vampiresthe fierce creatures born onto the earth already having full immortal strength. Instead, the feeding room had been full of amateurs, vamps whod been changed in the past few years.
Those guys had kept silent because they were still new to the game, and because Sullivan had a reputation for being one tough bastard. Hes made a bit of a name for himself in the vampire world. Sullivan, and the female, Maya, a vampiress who lived on the West Coast. Both were former humans whod once held jobs protecting humans.
Now they both walked in the darkness and killing, well, theyd become very, very good at meting out death sentences to their enemies.
It was always a shame to him when protectors became Taken. Dont make the mistake of thinking that Sullivan is harmless, Miranda.
She snorted. Yeah, like thats what I was thinking.
If you cross him, hell come after you with fangs and claws
Just like you would, she finished softly.
Her words had him faltering. I would never hurt you.
Her stare was direct. But what about those who cross you, Cain? Do you show mercy to them?
In his thirteen years in the Bureau, hed found that few individuals truly deserved his mercy. Not that he had much, anyway. Some folksthey dont particularly deserve mercy from me.
So youve killed, havent you? Her husky voice asked the question that hed been dreading for days.
