Be Still My Vampire Heart

CHAPTER 11

"I don't think this is a good idea," Emma murmured from her crouched position behind an old dented Chevy with a mismatched passenger door.

"Don't be a wuss." Sean checked his pistol one more time, then stuffed it into his belt behind his back. He peeked over the Chevy's rusted trunk. "Coast is clear. Go, Garrett!"

Garrett dashed across the street, carrying the battering ram, and stopped, partially hidden behind the black Lexus four-door sedan parked in front of Draganesti's townhouse.

"Those bastards will pay for what they did to my daughter," Sean growled. Emma groaned inwardly. This was a classic case of good news, bad news. The good news was she didn't have to tell Sean about his daughter's pregnancy because he already knew. The bad news was Sean was determined to break into Draganesti's house at night.

She considered urging her boss to invade during the day when the vampires were dead to the world, but she held her tongue. What if Angus was sleeping there during the day and Sean staked him?

"Do you have any evidence that your daughter is still in there?" Emma winced when Garrett tripped on the first stair leading up to Draganesti's front door. Any vampire with superior hearing would have heard Garrett's stumble and muttered curse.

"It doesn't matter," Sean insisted. "Those damned Scotsmen inside will know where she is."

Emma sighed. What if Angus was in there? What if he greeted her by name? She watched as Garrett approached the front door. "They have a camera there. They'll see him."

"Stop whining. It's bad enough Alyssa already left town. Now I'm stuck with just you."

Sean motioned her to follow, then darted across the street. He stopped behind a tan SUV parked in front of the black Lexus.

Emma joined him. "They probably have us outnumbered."

Sean glanced over his shoulder at her. "I detect a lack of enthusiasm on your part."

"I'm fine. All revved up." Should she confess that she knew Angus before it was too late?

"You have the silver?"

"Yes, handcuffs and chains in my backpack." Only two handcuffs since Angus had broken the third, but Emma doubted this mission would succeed to the point they even needed the silver.

Sean reached behind his back for his revolver. "I'm going to enjoy shooting them full of holes."

A loud bang echoed as Garrett swung the battering ram into the front door.

Emma gasped. A body had suddenly appeared on the front steps behind Garrett. A youthful-looking vampire in a red and navy plaid kilt. He clobbered Garrett with the hilt of his sword, and their teammate crumpled onto the porch. The battering ram fell by the door.

"Dammit!" Sean dashed across the back end of the SUV. Emma followed, but screeched to a halt when the blunt end of a claymore crashed down on Sean's head. Another Scotsman had been waiting on the other side of the SUV for them to pass by. Sean's unconscious body fell to the sidewalk in front of her, and the Scotsman flipped his claymore so the sharp end now pointed at her.

She stepped back. An arm seized her from behind and yanked her back against a hard body.

"Umph." Her head snapped back against a man's shoulder.

A deep voice whispered softly in her ear. "Do we need to knock ye out, too, Emma?"

"Angus." His voice tickled the hairs on her neck and sent gooseflesh down her arms. She didn't know whether to melt against him or elbow him in the ribs.

"Ah, lass." His chin nestled against her temple. "What are ye doing here?"

"What will you do with them?" Emma noted the youthful-looking vampire binding Garrett's wrists and ankles with duct tape. "Please don't hurt them."

"Bugger," Angus growled. He took Emma by the shoulders and turned her to face him.

"How many times must I say that we doona wish to harm ye?"

She searched his deep green eyes and could detect only frustration. "You knocked them out."

"Self-protection," muttered the Scotsman who was wrapping duct tape around Sean's ankles. "Why were ye attacking us?"

"Sean just found out about his daughter's pregnancy. Surely you can understand how upset that made him."

The Scotsman straightened and gave Angus a questioning look.

"Call Shanna," Angus ordered. "See if she wants to talk to him."

The Scotsman nodded. Stepping away, he pulled a cell phone from his sporran.

"Who is he?" Emma whispered.

"Connor Buchanan." Angus gestured toward Garrett. "The young-looking one is Ian MacPhie. They know who ye are."

Angus reached behind her back and confiscated her weapon. "Shame on ye, Emma." He dropped her pistol into his sporran. "I thought we were friends."

Heat rushed to her face, and she shoved the memory of his kiss away. "When I'm working with the Stake-Out team, I'm the enemy."

She instantly regretted her words. The tinge of pain in his eyes meant she had hurt him. His large hand curled around her arm, just above the elbow, and she swallowed hard. What was he going to do with her?

Connor walked toward them, dropping his cell phone in his sporran. "Shanna wants to see her father. She can be at Romatech in five minutes. Dougal's already there."

"Teleport Whelan there while he's still unconscious," Angus ordered. "Keep him bound, and doona take yer eyes off him."

Connor nodded. "I can handle him." He leaned over and swooshed Sean's limp body onto his shoulder with an ease that made Emma's mouth drop open. Were female vampires that strong, too? Connor vanished, taking Sean Whelan with him. Emma blinked at the blank space. "How does he know where he's going?"

"Connor teleports to Romatech every night." Angus ushered her onto the sidewalk. "The journey is embedded in his psychic memory."

Emma allowed Angus to escort her toward the townhouse. What else could she do? If she ran away, he'd catch up with her in a second. But the scariest part of this wasn't him. It was a growing desire inside her to surrender completely. "What will you do with Garrett?"

Ian was examining Garrett's wallet and pulled out his driver's license. "I could just take him home."

Angus nodded. "Fair enough. If I remember correctly, this one has verra little psychic power. Erase his memory of us."

"Will do." Ian scooped up Garrett's body and strode toward the black sedan.

"Why erase his memory?" Emma winced as she watched Garrett getting tossed like a sack of potatoes into the backseat of the Lexus. "Sean will just retrain him."

"And that will keep him busy for a while." Angus released her and climbed the stairs to the front door. "We have bigger problems than the CIA to deal with right now."

"Like what?" She glanced back to see Ian driving off with Garrett.

Angus picked up the battering ram and examined it. "I suppose we could use this, though teleporting is much easier." He punched some numbers on the keypad by the front door, then opened it. He set the battering ram inside, then turned toward Emma with a questioning look.

She wondered what to do. She could walk away and hope to never see him again. That would be safe… and painful. Or she could venture inside and be alone with Angus MacKay.

A sad, resigned look settled on his face. "I understand if ye wish to leave. 'Tis for the best, most likely."

Since when had she done what was best for her? Ever since her parents' murders, she'd taken one risk after another. But somehow, Angus MacKay didn't seem like a risk. At least not a physical one. With him, it was her heart that was in danger.

She went up one step. Then another.

His sad expression took on a look of wonder. She felt it, too, as if she and Angus were alone in the world with a mysterious force drawing them together.

Her heart pounded in her ears. What was she doing? The heat between them would be too hard to resist. She'd end up in his arms again. Did she really want that? She paused at the doorway, giving him a wary look.

He arched a brow. "Is this another date?"

With a lift of her chin, she entered the townhouse. "I'm only here for the information I can learn." She winced when the door banged shut behind her. She turned in time to see him flipping the locks. "I reserve the right to leave whenever I wish."

"Of course ye do." A corner of his mouth tilted up. "Would ye like something to eat or drink? I'm feeling a bit peckish myself."

The minute Sean Whelan regained consciousness, he focused on self-control. No movement whatsoever to indicate he was awake. He kept his eyes shut, his body relaxed, his head slumped forward, but his senses alert. He appeared to be tied to a chair, a hard wooden one, he guessed by the slats pressing into the small of his back. The slight whir of air conditioning proved he was indoors. Footsteps paced behind him, steps made on a hard floor. Heavy steps, most probably made by one of those damned Scottish vampires. Sean didn't dare send out psychic probes to read his captor's mind. A vampire would feel it and know his victim was awake. Sean listened to the pacing till he had a feel for the rhythm. Then he waited for the pacer to reach his farthest point to the left, a time when the pacer would have his back turned. Then Sean strained at the bindings on his wrists. No luck. Too tight. His ankles, too. He leaned forward as if his unconscious body was about to tumble on the floor, but ropes across his chest restrained him. The Scottish bastard had tied him to the chair.

The footsteps came closer and stopped just to his left. Sean could feel those demonic eyes studying him. He struggled to breathe normally, but his heart raced. What kind of torture did the bastards plan for him? God help him, if they tried to transform him, he would find a way to kill himself first.

"I know ye're awake."

Sean flinched at the deep voice so close to his ear. And his neck.

"I can hear yer heart pounding. I can smell yer blood rushing through you."

Sean turned his head toward the voice and opened his eyes. "Go to hell."

The Scotsman straightened and narrowed his blue eyes. "I will, most likely. But ye'll be there long before I will."

A door flung open, and Sean's breath hitched at the sight of his pregnant daughter.

"Shanna!" He strained at his bindings.

"Dad." She rushed toward him.

The Scotsman stopped her. "No' too close."

She frowned at him, then at Sean. "Why not? What can he do? You have him all tied up."

The Scotsman crossed his arms. "And that is how he will stay."

Sean rocked forward, trying to get onto his feet. "You see how they treat us, Shanna?"

He wiggled his chair toward her. "What have they done to you? I swear I'll kill them all."

The Scotsman dashed around him in a blur. Two hands clamped down on his shoulders from behind. He couldn't budge.

"Doona threaten us, mortal." The Scotsman leaned forward. "Ye wouldna want to see me angry."

Sean glanced to the side just in time to see the Scotsman bare his teeth. With a hiss, his fangs shot out.

Sean recoiled.

"Connor!" Shanna glared at the Scotsman. "Behave."

The Scotsman's fangs slowly receded into his gums. He gave Sean a warning look, then released him.

Shanna shook her head. "Really, Connor. How can I convince my dad you're the good guys when you act like that?"

Connor stepped back, folding his arms across his broad chest. "My apologies." He slanted a look toward Sean that was anything but apologetic.

"Shanna." Sean turned to his daughter. "I need to talk to you in private."

"No' happening," Connor growled.

"Do you think I would harm my own child?" Sean shouted, then looked at Shanna.

"Don't you see what they're doing? They never leave you alone, do they? They never let you make a decision. They're controlling you."

"It was my decision to see you." Shanna crossed the small room to a table against the wall. She pulled out a chair and sat.

Sean glanced at the mirror that spanned the entire wall above the table. He and Shanna showed up in it, but the Scotsman wasn't reflected. "We're being watched?"

Shanna glanced at the mirror behind her. "Yes. My husband and another guard are on the other side."

Sean looked to his left to see if the Scotsman was still there. He was. It was unnerving how he didn't show up in the mirror. "This is an interrogation room."

Shanna laughed. "No. You're at Romatech. This room is used for marketing research."

She motioned to the mirror behind her. "That's the observation room."

"You're always watched, aren't you? You're a prisoner." Sean wondered for the millionth time if he'd made a huge mistake by not telling Shanna what the vampires had done to her mother. But he couldn't stand for anyone to know how Darlene had been punished for his mistakes. And he'd worried that Shanna would tell her mother the truth.

"Dad, you have to believe me. I married Roman because I wanted to. I love him, and he loves me."

"He's a demon!" Sean shouted. "Look what he's done to you. How could he get you pregnant? Did he pimp you out to other men?"

"What?" Shanna scrambled to her feet.

Behind him, Connor growled.

Shanna marched toward him, a hand placed protectively on top of her huge belly. "My husband is the father of this child. How dare you accuse me or him—"

"That's impossible," Sean hissed. "He's dead. He can't father a child. Goddammit, Shanna, he's duped you. He's controlled your mind and used you like a prostitute!"

The door swung open with a bang, and Roman Draganesti stepped inside. His dark eyes blazed with anger. "No one speaks to my wife like that, not even her father."

"You can't be this baby's father," Sean insisted.

Roman strode toward him, his jaw clenched. "Your disbelief does not give you the right to insult your daughter."

Shanna touched his arm. "I can handle this."

Roman stopped. His face softened when he regarded Shanna. Sean could only hope that meant the vampire didn't abuse her.

His daughter and the demon gazed at each other for a while, then Roman bowed his head. "I will be watching. Be careful. I don't want you upset right now."

Shanna smiled at him. "I'll be fine."

Roman turned to glare at Sean. "I'm only leaving so you can see that Shanna is the one in charge here. I would do anything for her."

"Then go die," Sean muttered.

The Scotsman cuffed him on the back of the head.

"Connor." Shanna shot him a disapproving look.

"My apologies," Connor growled. "I have verra little patience with morons."

Roman chuckled and planted a kiss on Shanna's brow.

Sean flinched, recalling how his wife had been controlled and molested. He glared at Roman's back as he left the room.

"You should get used to him," Shanna said quietly. "He's going to be my husband for a very long time."

Sean stiffened. "He's going to transform you?"

"And risk killing his own child? Don't be silly."

"How—?"

"How can this child be his?" Shanna patted her belly. "Roman is a brilliant scientist. He used live human sperm with his own DNA—"

"What?" Sean strained at the duct tape around his wrists. "That bastard's performing experiments on you. Shanna, you have to get out of here."

The Scotsman grabbed his shoulders to keep him still.

Shanna stepped closer. "I wanted this baby. I have a wonderful, loving, brilliant husband, and we're going to have a baby. Why can't you be happy for me?"

"Because you married a monster! And you're about to give birth to—" Sean gasped when the full import washed over him. A half-breed baby? A child monster? "Oh God, Shanna. What have you done?"

Her eyes narrowed. "I'm bringing a child into this world who will be blessed with two loving parents. That's more than Roman experienced. It's more than I had, too."

Sean gritted his teeth. "I knew it. You're doing this to get back at me. You were always the rebellious one."

"You mean the one you sent away because you couldn't control me." Shanna's face flushed with anger. "Give me some credit for once in your life. If you couldn't control my mind, what makes you think my husband can?"

Sean blinked. A horrible feeling swept over him. "You—you want this? They're not controlling you?"

"No, they're not."

Anger seized him so hard, he trembled. "Then you are a traitor to mankind."

Shanna sighed. She glanced back at the mirror with an exasperated look. "He's hopeless."

"A stubborn fool." The Scotsman's fingers dug into Sean's shoulders.

Sean glared at Connor. "Get your filthy hands off me."

Connor tightened his grip, and Sean steeled his face to show no pain.

"Connor." Shanna motioned for him to release Sean, and he did. "Dad, I chose to talk to you tonight, because I wanted to assure you that I'm all right."

Sean snorted. About to give birth to a demon baby, and she called that all right?

"I also wanted to tell you what's going on. My husband and his followers are not the monsters you think they are. They take their meals from a bottle."

Sean snorted again. "Are you saying your husband has never bitten you?"

She hesitated.

"Aha!" Sean leaned forward. "How often does that bastard feed off you?"

"Never," Shanna insisted. "Roman invented synthetic blood so he and other Vamps like him would never have to harm another mortal again."

"Vampires kill mortals all the time."

"The Malcontents do," she continued. "They're an evil bunch who enjoy hurting mortals. They are our enemy."

"All vampires are evil."

"No!" Shanna planted her fists on her hips. "You have to stop persecuting the good Vamps. They're trying to protect mortals."

"Aye," Connor added. "Ye should let us take care of the Malcontents."

Sean shook his head. "Vampires killing other vampires? I'll never believe it."

"Why not?" Shanna asked. "Haven't you heard of humans killing other humans? Think about it. You know Ivan Petrovsky was killed by other vampires. It happens."

"Ye need to leave us alone." Connor circled the chair to stand in front of Sean. "The Malcontents are raising an army. If we doona defeat them, humanity will suffer greatly for it."

Sean swallowed hard. "You're just trying to trick me, to scare me off." Was this all a pack of lies? He had to know. There was no way he could invade a vampire mind, but there was a human here. He gathered up his psychic power and targeted his daughter with a full assault.

She stumbled back, taken by surprise.

Connor steadied her. "Are ye all right, lass?"

Glaring at her father, Shanna shoved all his power back with so much force, he rocked back in his chair. Shit. She was incredibly strong.

"Are you convinced now?" she asked quietly. "No one can control me."

"Traitor," he whispered.

She turned away. "Take him away, Connor."

"Aye. I'm sorry, lass." Connor circled behind Sean.

He gasped when the Scotsman picked him up, chair and all. "What are you doing?"

"Taking ye on a wee trip," Connor answered.

Shanna regarded him sadly. "By the way, your grandson will be born Friday night."

"He's not my grand—" Sean's voice broke off when everything went black.