Anne Bishop - Sebastian

For

Pat York

who crossed over to other landscapes.

Im glad you were part of my life.

My thanks to Blair Boone for continuing to be my first reader, to Debra Dixon for being second reader, to Kandra and Doranna for maintaining the Web site, and to Pat and Bill Feidner for all the things that make them special.

Present

Standing at the kitchen counter, Sebastian closed his eyes and inhaled slowly and deeply to savor the smell of freshly ground koffea beans. Better than a woman. At least, a more sensual experience than the last two hed been with.

When an incubus found sex boring, it was time to take a breakor think about another line of work.

Pushing that thought into the mental trunk where hed shoved so many unpleasant memories, he followed the rest of the instructions for brewing the koffea beans.

What would it be like to rise in the first wisps of dawn and come out to the kitchen to grind the beans while someone who truly mattered was snuggled in his bed, waiting to be awakened with a nuzzle and a kissand a cup of freshly brewed koffee? What would it be like to stand outside, cup in hand, and watch the day come alive?

Sebastian shook his head. Why was he rubbing salt into emotional wounds, thinking about things that couldnt be? He lived in the Den of Iniquity, which consisted of a few blocks of crowded buildings and cobblestone streetsa place that, most likely, had been an unsavory part of some large city, nothing but a dark smudge in a daylight landscape. Then a Landscaper had altered the world, turning those streets into a separate landscape, and that had changed the feel of living on those streets, had changed the taverns, gambling houses, and brothels into a carnal carnival.

But it was more than a place where human vices were openly enjoyed, more than a place where humans who didnt fit into the daylight landscapes and demons like the incubi and succubi could live. The Den was at the center of a cluster of dark landscapes some of Ephemeras demon races claimed as their own. It was a place where those demons could purchase supplies or buy a drink in a tavern without being hated or driven away because they werent human.

It was also a place that had its roots in the darker side of the human heart, a place where the sun never rose.

Hed been a bitter fifteen-year-old boy when hed stumbled into the Den. Having escaped his fathers control two years before, hed disappeared into the landscapes and struggled to survive. The dark human landscapes were too desperate and frightening even for a boy whose demon nature eclipsed whatever human blood might flow through his veins, but the people in the daylight landscapes didnt want something like him living among them, and hed been driven out of village after village as soon as the people realized he was an incubusand that hunger for the emotions that were produced by sex was something that couldnt be hidden or denied for long.

So when he found the Den and felt the dark, edgy, carnival tone of the place, hed embraced it with all his heart because hed finally found a place where being an incubus didnt make him an outcast, a place where the never-ending night suited who and what he wasa place where he could belong.

And he still belonged here. The Den was his home. But now, as a man who had recently turned thirty

Im so tired of the night.

A sudden yearning for something washed through him, making his heart ache, filling him with a need and a longing so powerful it staggered him. He braced his hands on the counter and waited for the feeling to pass. It always did.

But the yearning had never been this powerful before, had never swept through him like this. Didnt matter. Those feelings came and wentand nothing changed.

Disgusted with himself for not being content with what he had, he plucked a mug off the wooden standand almost dropped it when someone knocked on the cottages front door. He never brought anyone to his home, never invited anyone to visit. The only two people who ignored that demand for privacy were his human cousins, Glorianna and Lee, and neither of them would sound so hesitant about applying knuckles to wood.

Hed just ignore it; thats what hed do. Hed ignore it, and whoeverwhateverwas on the other side of the door would go away.

The door creaked open. Sebastians heart pumped against his chest as he set the mug on the counter, careful to make no sound. Just as silently, he eased the biggest knife he had out of the wood block. Maybe he wouldnt win, but hed go down fighting.

Sebastian? a voice called. Sebastian? You here?

He knew that voice, but he still hesitated. Then he swore silently and slipped the knife back into its slot. There were very few things in the Den that couldnt be bought, but trust was one of them.

Moving to the doorway that separated the kitchen from the main living area, he peered into the room and studied his visitor.

The other incubus stood on the threshold, almost bouncing with nerves. Yet his eyes were bright with curiosity as he looked at the simple furniture and the framed sketches on the walls.

What do you want, Teaser? Sebastian asked.

If Teaser noticed the harsh note in Sebastians voice, he ignored it and bounded into the main room. Then he stopped, spun around, and closed the outer door before moving toward Sebastian with the cocky swagger that was at odds with his boyish good looks.

Women were often deceived into believing he acted the way he looked. With Teaser, sometimes that was a serious mistake.

As youths, they had trolled the Dens streets togetherblond-haired, blue-eyed Teaser projecting an image of a boy out for a bit of naughty fun, while Sebastian was the handsome piece of danger with his sable hair and sharp green eyes. Theyd played their games of seduction, providing physical sex to women who crossed over to the Den from the daylight landscapes or using the power of the incubi to connect with another mind through the twilight of waking dreams, feeding on the emotions they created by being fantasy lovers. Unhappy wives. Foolish girls who wanted the romance of a mysterious admirer. Lonely women who craved the warmth of a lover, even if that lover came to them only in dreams. They were all prey to the incubi.

For five years, he and Teaser had rented adjoining rooms at an expensive bordello and trolled the Den. Then, when he turned twenty, Sebastian could no longer ignore a growing need for something beyond the Den and the sexual games, so he walked away from the colored lights and the dark buildings. He found a dirt lane that began a few steps away from where the Dens main street endeda lane he was certain hadnt been there before. He followed it, not sure if he was just taking a walk or really leaving the one place hed felt at home.

That was how he found the two-story cottage. It didnt look like it belonged in a landscape like the Den, but it wouldnt have been there if it hadnt belonged. That was the way things worked in Ephemera.

He went inside, wary of being caught by whoever laid claim to the place. But it wasnt inhabited. Half the rooms were empty, but there was enough furniture left haphazardly in the other rooms to set up a comfortable bedroom, living area, and kitchen. He found linens and towels, as well as everything he needed in the kitchen to prepare and eat a simple meal. He prowled the rooms for an hourand realized something inside him had relaxed, as if hed taken his first full breath in months.