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  His laughter taunted her, low and insidious. “No one will come to save you, my dear. They cannot. It is a simple matter to keep others away, as easy as it is to draw them to me.”

  “Why me?”

  “There are few like you in existence. Your mind is very strong, which is why you cannot be controlled. You are a true psychic, are you not? That is what my kind requires in a mate.”

  “I don’t know about that. I sometimes know things others don’t,” she conceded, pushing a nervous hand through her hair. “I knew you were here, if that’s what you mean.” Someone had to come and rescue them soon. Surely Thomas Ivan was looking for her. “Please, let me take Joshua home, somewhere safe. You don’t need him, only me. I’ll give you my word, I’ll come back tomorrow night. And if you’re so powerful, you can always find me if I don’t return.” She was desperate to get to Joshua. It was terrible to see him so limp and lifeless, his eyes glassy. She wanted to gather him up and hold him close, to keep him safe, to know this creature could never touch him again. If she could save Joshua, nothing else would matter.

  “I cannot allow you out of my sight. There are others seeking you. I must stay near to protect you at all times.”

  Alexandria rubbed her pounding temples with her palms.

  The creature was trying to invade her mind, and the constant struggle to keep him out was becoming very painful. “Look, mister—what is your name, anyway?”

  “Are we to be polite and civilized then?” He was laughing at her.

  “Yes, I think that would be best.” Her control was crumbling, and she knew it. She had to find a way to get Joshua away from him. Joshua had to live whether she managed to do so or not. Deliberately she dug her fingernails into her palms and concentrated on the sensation to keep her focus.

  “By all means, then, let us be civilized. I am Paul Yohenstria. I come from the Carpathian Mountains. You may have noticed my accent.”

  She held out her arms for her brother, unable to stop herself. “Give Joshua to me, please, Mr. Yohenstria. He’s just a little boy.”

  “You wish him to remain alive, and I wish you to accompany me, I think we can work out something mutually beneficial. Do you not agree?”

  Alexandria allowed her empty arms to fall to her sides. She was exhausted and frightened, and her head hurt terribly. Somehow he was amplifying her discomfort, wearing at her defenses with his mental battering, the voice in her head driving her mad with its relentless pressure. “I’ll go with you. Just leave my brother here.”

  “No, my dear, I will not do that. Come to me now.”

  She went reluctantly. She had no other choice. Joshua was her life. She loved him more than anything. If he was gone, she had nothing. The moment Yohenstria touched her, she felt sickened. His bloodstained fingers curled around her upper arm, and she could see the blood trapped beneath the long, dagger-like nails. Henry’s blood. He allowed Joshua to drop to the ground, but the boy simply remained where he had fallen.

  “You don’t need to hold me. I just want to check on Josh,” Alexandria said. The contact with such an evil being was making her stomach churn, and she feared she would have to vomit again.

  “Leave him for the moment.” His fingers tightened like a vise, dragging her close so that his body touched hers. She could smell his fetid breath, the scent of blood and death. His skin was clammy and ice-cold.

  Alexandria struggled in his hold, trying to escape, although she knew she was helpless in his grasp. He bent closer to her neck, and his breath, hot and foul, touched her skin.

  “Don’t. Oh, God, don’t,” Alexandria whispered, her voice failing her. If he released her, she would fall, her knees buckling, but he held her still as he bent even closer.

  “Your God has abandoned you,” he whispered. And his teeth closed over her throat, puncturing deeply, a pain so intense that everything swirled blackly. He dragged her into his arms and feasted, gulping at the rich blood. She was small, and he nearly crushed her in his arms as he drank. She could feel the fangs hooked in her body, connecting them in some dark, ugly way. Her body felt weak and sluggish; her heart stuttered and labored as he continued to drain her. Her lashes swept down, and even as she told herself she had to live to fight for Josh, black dots whirled and danced before her eyes, and she slumped helplessly against the vampire’s wiry frame.

  He lifted his head, blood trickling from the side of his mouth. “And now you must drink to live.” His teeth tore open his own wrist, and he pressed it to her lips, watching as his tainted blood dripped into her mouth.

  Alexandria had enough life left in her to try to avoid ingesting the hideous liquid. She tried to turn her head, to close her mouth, but the vampire held her easily and forced the poisonous drink beyond her lips, his hand stroking her throat until she swallowed convulsively. But he did not replace most of what he had taken, deliberately keeping her weak, wanting her more amenable to his bidding.

  Paul Yohenstria dropped his victim beside her brother and lifted his face triumphantly to the dark, moonless night. He had found her. Her blood was hot and sweet and her body young and supple. She would provide what he needed to bring his emotions back, to make him feel again. He roared his triumph to the heavens, shook his fist to defy God.

  He had chosen to lose his soul, and what did it matter after all? He had found this special one, and she could bring him back.

  Her weak, instinctive movements away from him brought his attention back to her. Alexandria crawled to Joshua’s side and gathered him protectively to her. The vampire snarled jealously. Many would want her, but she was his. He would not share her with anyone. The moment the transformation was complete, and she came to depend on him, came to him of her own free will, he would dispose of the brat. He reached down, caught the boy by his shirtfront, and pulled him away from her.

  Alexandria managed to sit up, but everything was spinning, making it almost impossible to get her bearings. But she knew unerringly where Josh was. And she know she would never allow him to share this fate. If this murderous creature could actually make them like him, death was the better alternative.

  Without warning she launched herself forward. Her arms outstretched, she caught Joshua close to her, and her momentum carried them over the edge of the cliff. The wind rushed up at them; salt spray stung and cleansed. The waves reached high to welcome them to their watery graves, smashing like thunder on the jagged rocks just below the surface.

  Talons caught at her, wings beat furiously, and hot, fetid breath heralded the arrival of her enemy. Alexandria cried out as the nails bit deeply into her and the creature carried them away from their only salvation. She could not bring herself to drop Joshua. There might be a chance, a moment when their captor was not watching, for her to help Josh escape. She buried her face in his blond curls and closed her eyes, whispering that she was sorry she wasn’t strong enough to allow him the mercy of death while she still lived. Tears burned in her throat, and she felt tainted by the evil in the monster, knowing he lived inside her now, forever binding them together.

  The place he took them was dark and dank, a cave cut deeply into the cliffs, surrounded by water. There was no visible way to escape. He tossed their drained bodies contemptuously on the wet sand at the cavern’s mouth and paced restlessly back and forth, trying to control his anger at her rebellion.

  “You will never do such a thing again or I will make that child suffer hell unlike anything you have ever imagined. Do I make myself clear?” he demanded, towering over her.

  Alexandria tried to sit up. Her body felt battered, and she was weak from loss of blood. “What is this place?”

  “My lair. The hunter cannot track me, surrounded as I am by water. His senses are confused by the sea.” Paul Yohenstria laughed harshly. “He has defeated many of my kind, but he cannot find me.”

  She looked cautiously around. As far out as she could see, there was only the rough ocean waves. The cliffs loomed above, barren, slick, steep, and impossible to scale. He had th
em trapped as surely as if he had placed them in jail. And it was cold, icy cold. She was shaking with it. Mist was falling lightly, and she tried to cover Joshua’s body with her own to protect him.

  But the tide was coming in, and the sand and pebbles they were lying on were already awash in salty water. “We can’t stay here. The tide is coming in. We’ll drown.” It was an effort to speak. She cradled Joshua’s head in her lap. He seemed oblivious to what was happening to him, and for that she was grateful.

  “The cave winds upward into the mountain. The farther back one goes, the dryer it is.” He cocked his head to one side and regarded her with his bloodshot eyes. “You will have a slightly uncomfortable day, my dear. I do not trust you enough yet to allow you near me while I sleep, yet I cannot leave you to run around on your own. I do not think there is a way for you to escape, but you are far more clever than I gave you credit for. You leave me no choice but to chain you inside the cave. It will be wet, but I am certain you will endure.”

  “Why are you doing this? What do you hope to accomplish? Why don’t you just kill me outright?” she demanded.

  “I have no intention of allowing you to die. Far from it. You will become like me, powerful and insatiable in all our appetites. We will rule together, be invincible. No one will ever be able to stop us.”

  “But don’t I have to come to you of my own free will?” she protested hastily. There was no way she was going to accept his life. There could be no way unless he used force. There was no reason powerful enough to make her do as he wished. But even as she thought it, she felt Joshua stir in her arms.

  The vampire looked down at her. “Oh, you will, my dear. Eventually you will beg for my attention. I guarantee that you will.” He reached down and hooked her under one arm, dragging her to her feet.

  Even as she swayed in the rush of wind and salt spray, Alexandria held on to Joshua with every bit of strength she possessed.

  Paul shook his head. “For a human, you are stronger than you should be. Your mind is very resistant to control

  or

  persuasion. An interesting problem. But do not try my patience too far, my dear. I can be quite cruel when provoked.”

  Alexandria felt a hysterical sob welling up, choking her. If this was showing patience, if this was not an example of his cruelty, she didn’t want to consider what he was capable of doing. “Someone will miss those three women. They’ll find their bodies. They’ll find Henry.”

  “Who is Henry?” he asked suspiciously, jealousy contorting his features.

  “You should know. You killed him.”

  “The silly old man? He got in my way. Besides, I sensed you in the restaurant, defying me, and needed to get your attention. The old man and the boy belonged to you. They served my purpose.”

  “Is that why you killed him? Because you knew I cared for him?” Alexandria’s horror was deepening, even as her insides were burning from the tainted blood. She felt as if someone was taking a blowtorch to her internal organs, and her heart ached for dear, sweet Henry.

  “I cannot allow remnants of your old life to divide your loyalties. You belong to me. Only me. I will not share you.”

  Her heart pounded, and involuntarily she clutched Joshua closer. The vampire was going to kill her brother eventually. He had no intention of keeping the child in their lives. She had to find a way for Joshua to escape. She swayed again and would have fallen, but Yohenstria reached out and caught her arm.

  “The light will not reach so far back into the cave that your skin will burn. Come, let us go within before the dawn arrives.”

  “I can’t be in the sun?”

  “You will burn easily. But you are not wholly changed as of yet.” Ruthlessly, uncaring that she was so weak, he dragged her, still clinging to Josh, inside the bleakness of the cave.

  Alexandria fell several times, incoming waves splashing over her clothing. He continued walking, forcing her along, sometimes dragging her behind him. She held Joshua close, trying to impart some of her body heat into his shivering form. He was terribly still, a dead weight in her arms. She tried to think, but her brain was too slow, and she needed desperately to lie down.

  A few yards into the cave, the vampire stopped and shoved her against the rock wall, where a thick chain and manacle was bolted. She noticed, as he tightened the cuff around her wrist, that the steel was stained with blood. Evidently he had brought more than one victim to this place to await his pleasure. The metal cut into her soft skin, and she slumped to the ground, uncaring that the water was pouring over her lap and then receding in its endless cycle. She rested her back against the cliff wall and reached to cradle her brother in her arms, all the while shivering, her teeth chattering.

  The vampire laughed softly. “I will rest now. I am afraid it will soon become difficult for you to do the same.” He turned his back on her and strode away, his taunting laughter echoing behind him.

  In her lap, Joshua suddenly stirred, sat up, and rubbed his eyes. The vampire having released him from his trance, he cried out and clutched Alexandria, clinging to her. “He killed Henry. I saw him, Alex. It was a monster!”

  “I know, Josh, I know. I’m so sorry you saw such a terrible thing.” She rubbed her cheek over his curls. “I’m not going to lie to you. We’re in trouble here. I’m not certain I can get us out.” Her words were slurring together, her eyelids closing of their own volition. “The water is rising, Josh. I want you, while you can, to very carefully look around and see if there is a ledge you can climb on to be safe.”

  “I don’t want to leave you. I’m afraid.”

  “I know, little buddy. I am, too. But I need you to be very brave and do this for me. See what you can find.”

  A wave rushed in, a gush of water that sprayed salt and sea up to her chin, then receded in a carpet of foam. Joshua screamed in fear and threw his arms around her neck. “I can’t do it, Alex. I really can’t.”

  “Try going outside the cave and finding a place to wait where the water can’t get to you.”

  He shook his head so adamantly, his blond curls bounced. “No, Alex, I won’t leave you. I have to stay with you.”

  Alexandria didn’t have the energy to argue. She had to concentrate just to think. “Okay, Josh, don’t worry.” She braced herself against the wall and managed to get to her feet. Then the water was only up to her calves. “We can do this together. Let’s look around.”

  It was nearly impossible to see anything in the gloomy interior of the cave, and the sound of the water crashing on the rocks was thunder in her ears. She was shivering uncontrollably, and her teeth were chattering so hard, she feared they might shatter. The salt caked on her skin and hair; the wound on her neck burned. She swallowed with difficulty and tried not to cry. The only niche that could possibly hold Joshua was too far above her head. Had she been taller, she might have been able to boost him up to it, but neither of them could possibly reach it.

  The force of the next wave nearly lifted Joshua off his feet. He caught at Alexandria’s hips and hung on. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. “I’m going to have you stand for as long as you can, Josh, and then I’ll pick you up for as long as I can. After that, we’ll put you on my shoulders, okay? It won’t be so bad.” She did her best to sound encouraging.

  Joshua looked scared, but he nodded trustingly. “Is that man going to come back and kill us, Alexandria?”

  “He’ll come back, Josh, because he wants something from me. If I can hold out, that might buy us some time to figure out how to get out of this mess.”

  He looked up at her solemnly. “When he bit you, Alex, I could hear him laughing in my mind. He said he was going to have you kill me personally. That once you were like him, you would want to kill me because I was in your way. He said you would take all the blood from my body.” He hugged her tighter. “I knew it wasn’t true.”

  “Good boy. That’s part of his plan. To make us afraid of each other. But we’re a team, Josh. Never forget that.
No matter what, you know I love you, right? No matter what happens.” She laid her head on his and let the waves wash around her legs. She was so tired and weak, she wasn’t certain she could make it through the day, let alone face the vampire again. She prayed silently over and over until the words ran together in her mind and it was impossible to think.

  Light was streaming in through the cave entrance when Joshua’s frantic cries woke her as she slept standing up. Water was lapping at his chest, literally knocking him from his feet. He was digging into her leg, trying to keep from being washed away by the pounding surf.

  “I’m awake, Josh. I’m sorry,” she whispered. She was exhausted and almost too weak to stand. The light hurt her eyes, and the salt water was chafing her skin. Taking a deep breath, she lifted Joshua into her arms in an attempt to protect him from the rising sea.

  There was no way she could possibly hold him for long, but the feel of him next to her brought them both a measure of comfort. Something large bumped her leg, brought in on a wave. She shuddered and held her brother tighter.

  “It’s so cold.” Joshua was shaking, every bit as drenched as she was.

  “I know, little buddy. Try to go to sleep.”

  “It hurts, doesn’t it?”

  “What?” A wave slammed her backward into the wall, and she almost lost her grip on Joshua.

  “Where he bit you. You were moaning while you were sleeping.”

  “It hurts a little bit, Josh. I’m going to try to lift you to my shoulders. You might have to climb up by yourself, okay?”

  “I can do it, Alex.”

  She was so weak, the waves were bouncing her into the rock wall behind her, but somehow Joshua managed to make it onto her shoulders. His weight nearly sent her to her knees, and her hair, long since down from its chignon, was trapped under his legs, hurting her. But she didn’t protest. She just held on for dear life. The water was rising steadily, up to her waist now, a relentless assault. Her wrists burned from the salt water, the wound in her neck was raw, and her insides ached. She could feel things brushing against her legs, nibbling at her skin. It was all too horrifying, but Alexandria was determined to keep her will strong for her brother.