Katie MacAlister - In the Company of Vampires

This book owes its existence to all the fans who sent me e-mails demanding the further adventures of Ben and Fran, more Viking ghosts, and another shower scene with Ben. It is to those readers that I gratefully dedicate In the Company of Vampires.

Fran, the wind whispered.

My mothers voice was just as distant as the wind. Honestly, Fran, I have no idea what you thought you were doing

I tuned her out to listen as hard as I could for the elusive sound that flirted on the edges of my awareness.

Fran.

It was Ben. I knew it was Ben, and he needed my help. Desperately. I ran into the darkness to find him, the nightmare re-creating an event that somewhere in my brain I recognized had actually happened, but this version of it was twisted by both the passing of time and my own tormented emotions.

The moon was out, but its illumination did not reach through the dense forest. I dodged skeletal branches of trees as they tried to snatch at my hair and clothing. Im coming, Ben! I will save you!

Too . . . late . . .

Desperation filled me, both mine at the need to find him, to help him, and that which he was pouring into me: the knowledge that I wouldnt be there in time.

Sobs of pure frustration caught in my throat as I battled my way through the eerily grabbing tree branches until at last I saw a dark shape slumped up against a dead tree.

Ben!

He wore the tattered remains of a leather jacket, his shirt completely gone, his face, arms, and torso stained dark with a crisscross pattern of blood oozing up from deep slashes. As I ran toward him, his body slumped to the side. Too . . . late . . .

I screamed in wordless horror as he died in front of me, the sound echoing in my head until I woke, drenched with sweat, from the nightmare.

Nightmare again? came a sleepy voice from the other side of the room.

I swallowed back the fear that clutched my throat. Yes. Sorry I woke you.

Sokay. Just stress. Gback to sleep.

I will, thanks.

I turned my pillow over to the cool side, my heart as sick as my stomach. It wasnt just the stress of my job that had given me the nightmare. I was having them more and more frequently, making me all that more desperate to escape my life.

I lay back down, and prayed for dreamless sleep.

And I said to her, Look, you dont own me, okay? Yes, we have incredibly hot sex, but theres more to a relationship than just that. And she said that she just wanted to be with me, and couldnt live without me, and all sorts of things like that. Dont get me wrong. Its nice to have your girlfriend want you and all, but theres such a thing as stifling someone! There are times when I think youre so lucky, Fran. You have no idea what its like to be in a relationship thats doomed from the very start.

I stared blankly at the sidewalk, my heart contracting at Geoffs words. She was a remarkably pretty girl despite her masculine name (she said her parents didnt believe in conforming to traditional gender roles), with shoulder-length black hair and cute freckles. Although wed been roomies for almost a year, I was still a bit startled by her lack of awareness.

You tell your boyfriend you want some space, and poof! He gives you space. You see him, what, once a year? And the rest of the time he leaves you alone to do whatever you want. Now thats a mature relationship. Do you have a couple of bucks I can borrow? I dont get paid until Friday.

Hes not really my boyfriend. I reached into my jeans pocket for my Starbucks card, handing it to her as she stopped at the walk-up latte window and ordered a latte and an Americano.

Thanks, Fran. Youre a doll. What were we talking about? Oh, your boyfriend. Youre so lucky with him.

Hes just a guy I know. Used to know.

Your setup is perfect, Geoff said with blithe disregard. Hes in Europe, and youre here, doing your own thing. No one on your back all the time, telling you what to do. No one demanding that you stop what youre doing to pay attention to her. No one pressuring you with drama queen scenes, saying she will die if youre not right there for her. I envy you, Fran. I really do.

I accepted the latte she handed me, following as she led the way down the street toward the old redbrick building where we shared a third-floor apartment, each step causing my soul to cry a little more. I ached to tell her the truth, but had decided when I first met her that she would never understand. Her feet were too firmly planted in the everyday world. How could I explain that my former boyfriend was a vampire?

I told Carmen that I needed a little space, too, but you know what she did? Started cutting herself. Geoffs cell phone burbled. She pulled it out as she continued to talk. Like I dont have enough of my own emotional issues that I have to deal with hers, too? Do you have any idea what a stress it is to be bisexual these days? My therapist says Im just asking for trouble, but what does she know? Oh, great, its the drama queen again. This is like the fiftieth time shes texted me today. I had to turn off my phone in surgery because she wouldnt stop sending me messages, and Dr. Abbot said she was going to end up pulling some poor dogs tooth instead of cleaning it if my phone made her jump just one more time.

I murmured something noncommittal.

We stopped in front of the residents door at the side of the building. The first floor was taken up by a bookstore, one of my favorite places to spend time. My hands are full, Fran. Can you get your keys?

I set my latte on the large metal mailbox that was attached to the building and hunted through the backpack I used as a bag for my keys, my fingers groping blindly in its depths.

I tell you, if I could, Id trade Carmen for your Brent any day.

Ben, I corrected, his name bringing another little zap of pain to my chest. Hes not mine. You can have him.

Hes like the ideal man, leaving you alone except for when you want him. If I was into guys as much as girlsand Im not because some men are okay, but most of them have way too many issues for methen Id definitely give you a run for your money with him. But Im not, so you dont have to worry.

Thats reassuring, I murmured, the tiniest of smiles making an appearance as I pulled out a couple of paperbacks in order to grope around the bottom of my backpack. If there was one thing I knew about Ben, it was that he wasnt looking for another woman.

At least I didnt think he was. I frowned, thinking about the last time Id spoken to him. It was the last and biggest in a series of arguments, and hed sounded so distant and cold. . . .

Im loyal that way. Its one of the reasons why were such good roomies. Because seriously, there are some weirdos out there you can get stuck with. And youre just as normal as they come. She glanced toward my hands. Well, almost as normal as they come. But you know, hey, everyone has their little quirks, right? And I can definitely put up with you being a tiny bit paranoid about germs and insisting on wearing latex gloves all the time. It doesnt bother me at all. Its probably good, actually, given all the colds and flus that go around nowadays, and if you want to look like a goth by wearing black lace gloves over the latex ones . . . Well, thats no big deal, either. My last roomie was into that Lolita crap, and you looking a bit gothy is a big improvement on that, let me tell you! Although you dont really look goth anymore since you cut your hair and dyed it auburn

I frowned harder into the blackness of my bag, still not finding my keys, so frustrated by that fact, it took me a few seconds to realize that Geoff wasnt talking anymore. I looked around, my eyes opening in surprise as a large man in black overalls shoved Geoff into a van.