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As Jude had suspected, Samuel Carlisle was in no mood to paint the town that night, not after having been stabbed just the night before. Whether or not he had been visited by the cops, and Jude strongly suspected he hadn’t, he undoubtedly thought by now that he was safe. Little did he know.

So there he was, opening his own door, looking sour and saying before Jude could speak, “I don’t want any.”

“You’re going to get it, anyway,” Jude replied, his smile glacial. With a shove, one that required very little effort for him, he pushed the door hard enough to make it slam all the way open. At once Sam started backing up. Fear entered his gaze. “I’ll call the cops, man. You better get out.”

Jude’s smile widened. “No, you won’t call any one.” The Voice.

It froze Sam in his tracks as Jude entered the apartment and closed the door. “We need to have a talk.”

“About what?” Sam’s defiance was rising again, and he started edging toward a phone on the coffee table.

“Stop.”

Sam froze again. Jude closed the distance between them, caught Sam under his chin with one hand and lifted him off the floor. Sam stared wildly at him, but didn’t try to fight.

“Look into my eyes,” Jude ordered.

Sam obeyed, not really having any choice at the moment. Jude shoved him up against a wall so he wouldn’t strangle the guy. Although he was tempted. So very tempted.

“Listen to me.”

Sam stared in hypnotic horror.

“You will not ever go anywhere near Theresa Black again. Do I make myself clear?”

A small nod.

“You will not ever attempt to rape another woman.”

“No.” A squeak.

“Because if you ever again attempt to use Rohypnol on anyone, if you ever again attempt to take a woman without her express and freely given permission, I will hunt you to the ends of the earth and rip out your throat. Are we clear?”

“Yeah.”

“In fact, let me take this one step further. If you ever, ever even so much as think of using Rohypnol or force again, you are going to walk yourself to the nearest police station and turn yourself in. Got it?”

“Yeah.”

“Failing that, you’re going to jump off the highest building you can find. Because if I have to come after you, you will wish you had never been born. Understood?”

A croaky yes answered him.

Jude held the man’s gaze, making sure the suggestions had taken solid root. Then for good measure he added, “You will forget Theresa Black. You never met her. You never talked to her. You never knew her and you will head the other way if you ever see her.”

“I … don’t … know her.”

Jude let go and watched the man collapse to the floor. Then he squatted and lifted Sam’s chin with one finger until the man had to look at him again.

“I am your worst nightmare,” Jude said. “Forget last night. Remember my directions.”

“Yesss …”

“Remember me.”

Sam’s eyes closed.

Satisfied, Jude stood and walked out of the apartment, closing the door behind him.

Well, not one hundred percent satisfied. He would have cheerfully drained the guy dry, to ensure he would never threaten anyone again, but in these days of modern forensics and advanced detection, he couldn’t leave a blood trail behind him. Ever.

And he was fairly certain his suggestions about never doing this again would wear off eventually. Yes, the guy would avoid Theresa, because she was specific. But the more general threat, well, his compulsions would eventually start to win out against it.

And eventually Jude would have to come for him again.

In some ways, life had been easier a century or two ago. In others, less so. Frankly, sometimes he wasn’t sure which was better.

But one thing was constant, and that was evil. True evil.

Outside, after he was in his car, he flipped open his phone and called Chloe. She answered on the first ring, knowing it was him because she insisted on having caller ID.

“Hi,” she said. And for once she didn’t sound cheerful.

His instincts kicked into high gear, but first things first. “Tell Terri it’s safe to go home. Did Garner get there?”

“Uh … boss?”

“What?”

“I think you’d better come back.”

“I have another job, remember?”

“I think,” Chloe repeated evenly, “that you’d better get back here now.”

“Is anyone bleeding?”

“Not yet. But Garner may be soon.”

“What did he do?”

“Jude,” she said, this time almost shrieking, “just get back here now!”

That did it. His tires barely hit the pavement on the way back.

He burst into his business suite to find Chloe standing in front of the closed door of his inner office and Garner trying to vanish into the far corner.

“I just went to the bathroom,” Chloe said at the same time Garner protested, “I thought she knew!”

And in an instant, he guessed what had happened. “Where’s Terri?”

“Locked in your office,” Chloe said, staring daggers at Garner. “That damn fool told her. Told her!”

“I thought she knew!”

Jude shook his head as if to loosen something. Astonishment nearly overwhelmed him. “She believed it?”

“She not only believed it, she locked herself in your office. I had to cut the phones off in there.”

He reflected for a bare instant that he was glad he’d insisted on that feature so he couldn’t be disturbed when he wanted total privacy.

“She’s threatening to call the cops,” Chloe said.

“They won’t believe her.”

“Who cares?” Chloe threw up her hand. “Who cares if they believe her. She believes it, she won’t come out, she’s terrified and hysterical and who knows what she’ll find in your desk or … Tell me you locked the fridge.”

She was almost pleading.

“I put all that stuff in my bedroom. It’s locked.”

A puff of breath escaped Chloe and she sagged. “Thank goodness.” Then she turned on Garner. “I swear I’m going to cut you into little pieces and feed you to my fish, you idiot!”

Garner’s eyes were huge. “I’ll tell her I was making it up.”

“She’s obviously not going to believe that now, you turkey! She saw some things last night. I had it all explained, and then you, you …”

“Calm down,” Jude said. “Just calm the hell down and let me think.”

He knew he could get into his office, locked or not. He had the code, after all, and the key card. But he wasn’t sure that would be wise, at least not yet.

He looked at Chloe again. “She really believed it?”

“Well, I don’t think she locked herself in your office because she thought Garner was telling a tall tale. And she certainly didn’t try to call the cops because she thought she was hearing the new and updated version of Grimm’s Fairy Tales.”

Garner dared to clear his throat. “You can make her forget.”

Jude merely looked at him. “She didn’t exactly respond to the Voice last night.”

“Oh.”

No, when he’d told those guys to leave, there was no reason Terri shouldn’t have attempted to follow the order. He’d expected to have to go after her. Instead she had just stood there. Which meant … Well, it might well mean he couldn’t vamp her at all. He didn’t know, and frankly he didn’t want to try. It was a kind of violation he preferred not to inflict on innocent people.

However … He sighed and sat beside Chloe’s desk, drumming his fingers and looking at Garner. The young man seemed to shrink.

“I have to get in there by dawn,” he remarked.

Garner nodded violently, as if by emphasizing his agreement he could salvage something.

“And then there’s the job I’m not getting done.”

Garner gulped.

“And of course the matter of a needlessly terrified woman.”

Chloe spoke. “Like I said, he’s an idiot!”

Jude frowned at her. Not that he disagreed, it was just that such statements were pointless. That was one of the things he’d managed to learn in over two hundred years.

Although occasionally he indulged in them himself.

“Garner?”

“Yes, sir?”

Oh, now he was sir. “You give me a headache. I haven’t had a headache since I died, but you’ve man aged to give me a headache.”

“Sorry.”

Chloe glared at Garner. “Fish food,” she said.

“I thought she knew.”

Chloe folded her arms. “Blabbing confidential information just because you think someone knows makes you untrustworthy, you dweeb. And you want to work with us? Hah!”

“I’ll find a way to make it up, I swear.”

“Too little too late, you dummy.”

“Enough,” Jude said. “Grinding him under your heel isn’t going to fix this.”

“I’ll try to talk to her,” Garner said. “I think I can convince her I was making up a story.”

Chloe sniffed. “Oh, yeah, you’re so persuasive.”

“Well, she believed me before!”

“When you were telling her the truth.”

“Stop it,” Jude said again. “Just stop it. I’ll have to deal with this somehow, but I think a whole lot better when people aren’t arguing.”

The two of them fell silent at last. He gave an impatient huff of his own and started drumming his fingers again. “How long has she been in there?”

“Almost half an hour,” Chloe said. “I tried to talk her out.”

“Okay. Give her a little longer. At some point she’s going to start wearing down and then I’ll go in.”

“Maybe I should go in with you,” Chloe said.

“At this point I don’t think she’ll trust you too much, either. You’re such an inventive liar, remember?”

Chloe scowled at him.

He sat motionless, waiting for time to pass, ignoring Chloe and Garner who were tossing glares at each other like ping-pong balls.

Finally, he stood. He had to go in there, and as near as he could determine, there was only one way to handle it.

After swiping his key card, he punched in his code and listened to the dead bolts snap back. Then he walked into his office.

He faced a woman holding a sword in both hands. The hysteria had obviously passed to be replaced by determination and desperation. A lot easier to deal with.

She backed away from him until she could back up no farther. He left the door open, walked to the opposite side of the room and leaned back against the credenza, folding his arms.

“That’s a good sword,” he remarked. “I wore it on parade, even had to use it a few times at Waterloo.”

“Stay away from me.” Her voice trembled with intensity. And she still smelled so tempting.

“I have no intention of getting any closer. I just want to know one thing.”

“What?”

“Why you ran in here instead of running out of the building.”

She froze, biting her lip, then glared at him again. “I was frightened.”

“Well, I can understand that. The door’s open. Run any time you want. No one will stop you. Just, please, leave my sword behind. It’s one of my few keepsakes.”

But she stood there, anyway, legs braced, still waving the sword although her arms must be getting weary. “Is it true?” she demanded.

“Is what true?”

“That you’re a … a …” She apparently couldn’t bring herself to say the word.

“I’m a vampire,” he said, keeping his voice calm, even pleasant. “Yes, it’s true.”

“And you kill people?”

“I haven’t killed anyone in a very long time who didn’t deserve it. I don’t kill just to feed.”

A disbelieving sound escaped her.

He shrugged. “I don’t need much, you know. A blood bank will take more from you than I will.”

Something in her face was changing. Her mouth opened a little. Was he seeing the dawn of curiosity? He hoped so.

“Mostly,” he said, “I buy blood. But I never dine without permission.”

With that her jaw did drop open, and with it the sword lowered. “You’re lying,” she whispered.

“Why would I lie? I just told you I’m a vampire. And you don’t have anything to fear from me. If you did, I’d have fed on you last night. Because let me tell you, Terri, you smell that good to me.”

The sword tip touched the floor, but she still looked ready to bolt. More important, he could see questions starting to swirl behind her eyes. Maybe they could get through this. If not, oh, well. No one would believe she’d met a real vampire, and if she grew too insistent, she might even get herself committed. He hoped she didn’t go that route.

“Why …” Her whisper broke.

“Why what?”

She shook her head, still staring at him.

“You ought to sit,” he suggested gently. “You’ve had a shock. I’ll just stay over here and you can take that chair right by the door.”

But she still didn’t move. She just kept staring at him, and he could almost see mental furniture being rearranged behind her eyes.

“You’re a ruthless killer,” she finally said.

“Only when I have to be.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? What kind of excuse is that?”

“Would you kill to save your own life? Isn’t that what you were thinking about doing with that sword? Isn’t that what happened last night with Sam?”

She gasped, and a spark of something flared in her eyes. “Did you kill him?”

“Sam? No. I’ll admit I would have liked to, but no. I warned him away. I threatened him. But I didn’t even hit him.”

A shudder passed through her. Dragging the sword, she eased her way to the chair and sat. He managed to suppress a wince at the way she treated that beautiful piece of steel.

“I can’t believe this,” she muttered.

“It would be nice if that were true,” he agreed. “Unfortunately, you already believe it or you wouldn’t have reacted the way you did. So here we are. You know my secret. You can leave. Or you can stay.”

Her head shot up. “Why would I want to stay?”

“Apparently, you didn’t want to leave. I don’t know why. Maybe you don’t, either. And maybe you’d stay because you have more questions. It’s entirely up to you.”

Her eyes narrowed dubiously. “You’re just saying that. You can’t let me go now that I know.”

He couldn’t quite suppress a smile, recognizing that she was still having trouble coping with the fact that he was a vampire, and equally so with the notion that he intended her no harm. People often got repetitious as they struggled to accept a truth that violated their notions of reality. “Just who is going to believe you? A hundred years ago you might have been able to assemble a mob to come get me, but these days …” He shrugged.

“So nothing can hurt you?”

“Plenty can.”

“Like what?”

He shook his head slowly and this time he did smile. “We’re not intimate enough to share those secrets.”

She leaned forward, putting weight on the sword point and finally he couldn’t keep silent. “Don’t lean on it that way. Please. You’ll damage it.”

At once she straightened. “Why is it so important to you?”

“Because I carried it through an entire war. It saved me from serious trouble a time or two.”

“How is that possible? You’re immortal!”

“No one is immortal. I’ll even die of old age. Eventually. If I survive long enough. Unlike you, I can die more than once.”

“This is too much.” She shook her head several times, as if she wanted to deny what she was thinking, or what he was saying.

He remained still and silent. His primary concern was to get her past this shock. Then she could leave, try to pick up her life, and one of these days she’d probably even convince herself she had imagined all of this because it simply wouldn’t fit in her world.

Eventually, she spoke again. “If I struck you with this sword, what would happen?”

“You’d hurt me. You’d cut through flesh and maybe bone, depending on how hard you swing.”

“And then?”

“And then I’d heal, the way I’ve been healing for nearly two hundred years, and by tomorrow night you wouldn’t even be able to tell you’d done it.”

She lowered the sword then, laying it on the rug. The eyes she raised to him looked pained. “I can’t protect myself from you, can I?”

“Yes, you can. You can walk out. At any time.”

“But why?” she asked plaintively. “Why would you let me go?”

Damn the movies, damn the myths and damn Bram Stoker. He invariably had an uphill battle against those deeply ingrained stories, on the rare occasions he acknowledged the truth of his mere existence.

“Because—” and this time his voice held a note of steel, mainly because her scent was getting to him again, and self-control, long nurtured, was fraying a bit “—I have absolutely no desire to harm you in any way.”

“But that’s what vampires do!”

“Not this one.” He turned his head toward the door and barked, “Chloe. Garner. Get in here.”

The two appeared instantly as if they had been listening.

He glowered at them. “Are you undead?”

“Cripes,” said Garner. “Do I look like it?”

Chloe loosed a huge sigh. “No.”

“Not vampires?”

“Ugh,” said Garner. “I practically faint at the sight of blood.” He almost looked shamefaced.

“I’m certainly not,” said Chloe.

“Have I ever harmed either of you? Stolen your blood?”

A chorus of nos.

“What would you say if I asked if I could feed?”

Garner paled. “Oh, jeez, Jude, you know I like you, man, but that? I don’t think so.”

“Chloe?”

“I’d say yes, but nobody’s asking.” She tossed her head.

Jude looked at Theresa. “There you go. And now I’ve got a job to do, one that’s already been put on hold, so I’m leaving now.”

Garner brightened. “Can I come, too?”

“After what you pulled tonight, I’m thinking about getting you a gag and a leash. Did you find out anything today?”

Garner shook his head. “Still only the two cases we know about. But I still have the other half of the city to do.”

“Okay. Now, I’m going to give you some instructions and you’re going to follow them to the letter.”

Garner nodded eagerly.

“Stay here. Apologize to Terri for scaring her half to death. Apologize to Chloe for upsetting her. And then sit here and think about what possible earthly use you can be if all you do is give me headaches.”

Jude crossed the room swiftly, not bothering to conceal his speed, picked up the sword and restored it to its place of honor on the wall.

“See you by dawn,” he said, and was gone.

Theresa didn’t move for a long time. She sat on the chair, staring blankly at the back of Jude’s office. Chloe spoke to her a few times, even offered her a cup of tea, but she didn’t answer.

A vampire.

Everything inside her rebelled at the thought now that the earlier terror had passed, now that she’d had that oddly calm conversation with Jude who had actually admitted, admitted, that he was a vampire.

But there weren’t any vampires. Except … Except … He moved too fast. He had made those guys leave simply by telling them to go. His eyes changed color. And clearly both Garner and Chloe believed it was true.

She had either stumbled into a group of lunatics or … Her mind balked again. He moved too fast. She had seen it just a little while ago, when he had taken the sword and put it back on the wall. He had moved so fast that she hadn’t seen him at all until he stopped to replace the sword. All she had felt was the breeze of his passage.

And no matter how she tried to reconstruct it, she couldn’t see Jude where her mind had not seen him.

“Terri? Terri.”

At long last she blinked and looked at Chloe.

“We need to get to the station and look at the mug shots. We promised Detective Matthews, remember?”

Feeling stiff, and not at all like herself, Terri followed Chloe to her car, a considerably nicer model than what Jude drove.

“You look like you’re still in shock,” Chloe remarked as they pulled away from the curb.

“Maybe I am.”

“Believing in vampires is hard at first.”

“That’s just it. I don’t.”

Chloe’s jaw dropped and she hit the brake, pulling over to the curb. Once she parked, she turned to face Terri. “Girl, you were threatening to kill the man. You were terrified. What do you mean, you don’t believe it?”

“I don’t know what came over me,” Terri said, still feeling wooden and numb. “It was like I was possessed or something.”

“Hey, we at Messenger Investigations don’t joke about that.” A pause, then “What do you mean? I don’t get it.”