Dark Descent

Chapter Twelve

“Traian,” Gary said calmly. “You’re in almost as bad shape as she is. You need blood fast. Use Jubal while I get the soil to pack the wounds. I’ll give you more blood as soon as I return.”

“She does not want me to use her family,” Traian said. He had automatically slowed Joie’s heartbeat to lessen the blood loss. He buried his face in her throat, closing the terrible wound as best he could with healing saliva.

“Who gives a damn what she wants?” Jubal snapped. “She only objected because she thought you were a vampire. If you need our blood to save her, take it. It obviously hasn’t done anything to harm her or Gary. Gabrielle, help Gary with whatever he needs.”

“The garden has rich soil,” Traian instructed. He stood for one moment, the lines on his face deep, his chest ripped open, weariness and fear mixed with a turbulent rage in his eyes. Then he leapt to the second-story balcony above them and hurried along the banisters until he found Joie’s room.

Jubal took the stairs, streaking through the halls to burst into his sister’s room. Flinging the door closed, he approached the bed where she lay. Joie was pale, almost gray, her breathing so shallow it nearly didn’t exist. “Can you save her? Tell me the truth, Traian. Is it possible?”

A fist seemed to be wrapped around his heart. Traian raised midnight-black eyes, as cold as ice, to Jubal. “I will allow no other outcome.”

“Gary said you needed blood.” Jubal sat down beside his sister and took her hand. “Joie means the world to us. I can see she means the world to you too. I’m not going to pretend to understand your relationship; I’ll just be grateful for it.”

Traian murmured softly, sparing Jubal the initial fright as he opened a vein in his wrist and fed.

Forgive me, Joie. I know you did not want this.

Strength flowed into his depleted body.

If I am to save us, this is our only choice. Both of us are wounded. If I can get enough blood, we will survive.

There was a faint stirring in his mind. A touch, no more, like the light caress of fingers on his face. Traian carefully closed the pinpricks on Jubal’s wrist and gathered Joie to him before he awakened her brother from his enthrallment. Jubal slipped from the bed to sit on the floor. “I take it you have my blood.”

“Yes, thank you,” Traian replied formally. “You have all been more than lucky. Any vampire is difficult to defeat, but master vampires have lived for century upon century, growing in strength and power. They use others as minions and puppets and keep themselves from dangerous battles. They sacrifice lesser pawns and slide away when hunters are in the area. They only fight when they are assured of victory.”

Jubal watched every movement as Traian laid his hands on Joie’s terrible wounds. He seemed to be gone from his own body, staring emptily in space. Jubal could see the lines deepen in his face, his color paling visibly as if his strength were slowly being drawn from him.

Gary and Gabrielle burst into the room. Gary set a bowl of rich, dark soil on the floor beside the bed, and Gabrielle dumped various herbs into a second bowl. Gary handed candles to Jubal. “Spread these around the room and light them. We don’t want any artificial lights on, just the candles. Gabrielle, mix the herbs together in the bowl. We want the scents to blend.” He put his hand on Traian’s shoulder. “Joie was a surprise to Valenteen. She was wonderful, unbelievable. She didn’t even hesitate. It never occurred to a vampire that a woman would stand between others and danger. And he certainly never thought she would be willing to plunge a knife into his heart.”

“She used my memories,” Traian explained as he mixed healing saliva into the soil and packed the wounds in Joie’s throat. “She flattered him and stalled him, hoping I would get there in time. And when I didn’t, she did what she always does, she courageously put herself in harm’s way in order to get close enough to make certain she destroyed him.”

Gary took handfuls of the mixture and packed it into Traian’s chest. “Even with all I know, the draw to go to him was so powerful, I doubt that we would have survived.”

“He was a master vampire and he ran with another much more powerful master.” Traian lifted his head to look at Gary. “I never saw the other one clearly. He took my blood in the cave, yet I did not remember him.

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cannot go near our prince. You will have to relay to him all information. Until the vampire is found, and I very much doubt that he will remain in this country now, I will stay away from Mikhail. We cannot take a chance with his life.”

“He won’t see it the same way,” Gary pointed out.

“You know I am right. He should not chance his life by entering into battles in the way that he does. His purpose is to serve and lead our people, not hunt the vampire. We have many hunters and only one leader. His brother is strong and powerful, but he has been damaged by the torture he endured. He cannot lead. If the vampire or humans managed to kill Mikhail, I fear our race would be mortally wounded.” Traian didn’t look up at Gary to see if he agreed or not. He gathered Joie into his arms.

You must accept my blood, Joie. This will convert you to my race, and it is not a pleasant experience to go through.

Again he felt her touch, gentle, tender, on his face, yet she lay motionless in his arms. A faint smile appeared in his mind as if she found his warning amusing. He turned his body slightly, not wanting to drain his strength further by masking their presence from the others. The soothing aroma from the herbs and candles mixed with the sounds of chanting in his mind as other voices far away joined in the age-old healing chant. He took the smallest amount of blood possible from her and quickly opened his own vein. She accepted his blood just the way she did everything else where he was concerned, with complete faith. It humbled him that she did so.

When she had taken enough for an exchange, Traian laid her gently on the comforter. “Perhaps you all should leave the room. She would not want you to see her this way.”

“You need blood and care yourself,” Gary pointed out. “You’re weaker than you think, Traian. Take my blood and let me help the two of you through this. I know what to expect. Gabrielle and Jubal can wait in their rooms.”

“We’ll stay,” Jubal said decisively. “She’s our sister.”

Gabrielle watched Traian feeding from Gary. It should have repulsed her, but instead she was fascinated. It seemed such a noble moment to her, one being reaching out to aid another. Gary seemed completely unafraid and matter-of- fact about giving blood, as if it were an everyday occasion. “If it’s messy, Traian, Joie would want me here to see to her needs. She’s very meticulous about certain things.” Gabrielle lifted her chin, prepared to fight for her right to stay.

“Your wound is deep, Traian. You need to go to ground. Even with my blood, you don’t have strength enough to heal that gash. He nearly tore out your heart,” Gary said. But he was watching Joie. The first ripple of pain crossed her face and sent a shudder through her body.

Traian felt the pain take her, a fire burning with the force of a torch in the center of her body, blossoming outward like an explosion. He merged with her, trying to take the brunt of the pain, determined to make her initiation into his world as easy as possible. Traian was amazed at Joie’s siblings, certain they would be horrified and afraid as the convulsions started, when Joie was violently sick and it was impossible to control the waves of unrelenting pain. They worked together as a team, seeming to understand that he couldn’t talk or direct them. His full attention was on blocking as much pain as possible and helping Joie through the conversion.

Gary kept the room clean and smelling of the soothing aromas from the herbs and candles. All of them picked up the words to the ancient healing chant. Gabrielle wiped beads of blood from Traian’s brow. He managed a faint smile, but his complete attention was clearly on his lifemate.

The moment he was able, Traian sent Joie into a deep sleep. Exhausted, he looked up at them. “I have to take her away for a few days. We will be unable to get in touch with you, but she is alive and she will heal quickly.” He avoided all references to the ground. Joie’s family had been through enough without knowing the specifics of where he would take her.

Gabrielle leaned over and brushed a kiss on the top of Traian’s head. “You take care of her. We’re depending on you. I’m not sorry she found you, not after watching the way you’ve cared for her.”

Traian could see she was blinking back tears. “Thank you, Gabrielle. As soon as possible, I’ll bring her to you.”

“I’ll stay here with them,” Gary offered.

Traian shook his head. “Warn Mikhail. I don’t want to send the information to him on the chance that the one who took my blood could find a way to use me to harm him. Let him know there is something in that cave of value to the vampires and that there are numerous traps. He’ll understand when you tell him it is a cave the wizards used.”

Gary nodded. “Jubal and Gabrielle may come with me, if they choose.”

Traian rose, Joie in his arms. “Go then, go tonight. The rules that have always applied to vampires seem to be changing rapidly. You will be safer under Mikhail’s protection.” He slipped out onto the balcony, into the night where he belonged. Where he was comfortable. The wind blew into his face, ruffled his hair, brought him messages from creatures around him.

He took to the skies, the sleeping Joie in his arms, and headed for a small cave he remembered from his younger days, a cave of healing with hot springs and glacier-water pools. Far below his homeland stretched out before him, a place he had not seen in many years. The sight brought back memories of his parents and his childhood friends. He was home and he held his lifemate in his arms.

She will never be safe. You will always be linked to me. I spared your life, but I can take it whenever I choose. And I will take hers.

Traian did not hesitate. He sent a clap of deafening thunder back along the mental path the vampire had initiated, a bolt of lightning streaking through the sky like a spear homing in on prey. Just as quickly, he moved his own position, fully prepared for a war in the sky.

An explosion of pain burst in Traian’s head. He rode it out, certain he’d scored a hit.

You will pay for that. I am an ancient warrior. I do not fear you or any other of your kind. If you wish to pursue me or mine, I welcome the opportunity to carry out your death sentence.

Traian moved again, certain of reprisal. He had not displayed fear or awe, or even respect, and the vampire was used to his minions admiring him.

A shower of hot stones poured from the sky. Traian protected Joie, covering her body with his like a blanket. The stones fell harmlessly around them, but the attack was a halfhearted attempt. The vampire was fleeing and simply wanted to instill fear in Traian.

He hugged the sleeping Joie closer to him. “I have been a warrior so long, I barely recall any other existence. Even a master vampire cannot change my chosen path. If he should come to find us, Joie, I will not turn away. He will not take you from me, nor will he take me from you.” He made the promise to her aloud beneath the stars. And then he took her deep beneath the surface to the healing caverns.