Kristen Painter - Forbidden Blood

Corvinestri, Romania, 2042

With a wary eye on the vampire across from him, Dominic raised his glass of Brunelo. You didnt call me all the way from Tesoro just to share a bottle of wine, Arnaud. The trip from the House of St. Germains hidden city in Italy had not been so long or so tiring. But not knowing what such a powerful member of the Tepes family wanted of him? That set Dominic on edge.

Arnaud smiled and lifted his goblet as well Enough small talk, then. He took a sip of the dark wine before putting the glass aside and leaning into the depths of the sofa cushions. With one ankle crossed over his knee, he began. I have a project for you.

Dominic relaxed slightly. The nobility often called upon him for his skills, some for very serious reasons, some for simple tasks. He doubted Arnauds would be one of the latter. What can I do for you?

Arnauds smile took on an unpleasantness that brought the Arnauds smile took on an unpleasantness that brought the tension back into Dominics body. You have turned your gift of alchemy into something much greater than many of your house.

How is that so?

Dominic shrugged. I study. I practice. I take my work very seriously. And he was willing to use ingredients that others might consider questionable. I do not merely rest on my inherent abilities. I strive to improve them.

Which is exactly why I knew youd be the right man for this job. Arnaud picked up his glass and strode to the bar. He waved the servants away. Leave us. As they filed out, he refilled his glass, then held the bottle toward Dominic.

No, grazie. Al he wanted was to know more about this job.

Arnaud returned to his seat. This task is not an easy one, Im sure. Otherwise, someone else would have already asked you to accomplish such a thing, but Ive heard you dont shrink from the difficult.

Dominic raised one brow. So much buildup. He swirled the wine in his glass, the thoughts of his past work doing the same in his head. What is this task?

Arnaud hesitated, his jaw shifting as his eyes flickered silver for a moment. Whatever this was, he wanted it badly. He cleared his throat. I wish to be able to see the sun again.

Relief flooded Dominic. He smiled and nodded. That is not so hard.

But Arnaud didnt seem to share Dominics opinion. I wish to be able to see it whenever I desire.

I understand. I can do this. And he could have done it without Arnauds demand for a face-to-face meeting. He stood, buttoning his suit coat. I will return home immediately and begin work. A few weeks, no more, and I will have something for

Sit. Silver rimmed Arnauds eyes. I am not merely looking for a potion to drink or an unguent to spread over my skin. I want something more permanent. Moreavailable.

Dominic unbuttoned his jacket and sat back down, a sense of dread rising in his belly. I cannot make you a daywalker permanently.

Sitting back slightly, Arnaud splayed his fingers outward. Of course. I understand that. We are vampires, after all. He pinched the pleat of his trousers, straightening it. I just want you to transform the blood of my comarr so that when I drink from her, I have twenty-four hours of immunity. He tipped his head and his sly, crooked smile returned. That is all

A slow, simmering anger wormed through Dominics veins.

That is all, he repeated, not caring that his tone was less than respectful. Hah. Such a small thing you ask. He stood and paced to the far side of the library. His temper could ruin him he knew thatso he struggled to control the urge to lash out at Arnauds unreasonable desires. It is not possible.

Arnaud laughed. Oh, I think it is, my dear friend.

They were not friends. Acquaintances, yes, but not friends.

Not now. Youre asking me to change the physiology of a living being. Permanently. So that she can act asassome kind of a miracle dispenser.

The silver in Arnauds gaze tarnished. This is a comarr we are speaking of. Their sole purpose is to provide us with blood.

They exist for this. I am only asking you to enhance that blood.

You understand nothing of the ways of alchemy. Dominic shook his head, Arnauds superiority so typical of Tepes nobles.

Its not a matter of pointing a finger and muttering a word. This isnt the dark arts of the House of Bathory; this is alchemy, an unpredictable science at best. I cannot take a frog and make it forever a sparrow. Temporarily, with the right experimentation, I could transform it for a few hours, but it would always remain a frog beneath its feathers. To take a human and make them something elsethe experimentation, the testing, the possibility that something could go irrevocably wrong No. He threw his hands up. I will not do this. There is no amount of money.

Again, laughter. You are both right and wrong. No, there is no amount of money because this job is going to be your gift to me. And, yes, you are most definitely going to do this.

Dominic narrowed his eyes. I think not.

Arnaud casually walked back to the bar for another glass of wine. And I think you will because you value your life.

Youre threatening to kill me if I do not agree? The Tepes house was known for its bloodthirstiness, but hed not expected house was known for its bloodthirstiness, but hed not expected his life to be in danger over a job.

Not kill you, no. Not directly anyway. Merely expose you.

A chill settled into Dominics bones. Surely Arnaud did not know enough to accomplish that. Expose me how?

The special services you offer? Im sure the Council of Dominus would be very interested to hear about those. How many have you turned to ash over the years? Ten? Twenty?

More? He drained the last drops of red into his glass and discarded the empty bottle. I have evidence of only three, but the precision with which you work, the confidence with which you enable your clients to move so gracefully into their end, well, that speaks of practice, doesnt it? And you did say thats how youve become so good at your trade.

Dumbstruck, Dominic stared at him.

You should not trust the kine to keep the secrets of their masters. Arnaud tapped the side of his temple. So easy to persuade.

I helped them. It was the best he could come up with in the moment.

I have no doubt of that. But you know as well as I that killing another vampire is the one unbreakable rule among our kind.

Doesnt matter if they ask you to kill them. Or even if they pay you. It is still a crime punishable by death.

Dominic stood very still His special services, as Arnaud referred to them, had paved the way to his fortune. So many referred to them, had paved the way to his fortune. So many vampires grew tired of eternity, tired of the endless nights, the repetition of hours with little more to do than struggle for something to occupy their time. He provided them a painless way out of the life they no longer desired.

He straightened, smoothed his jacket, and lifted his chin slightly. He had no wish to follow after the clients hed helped.

So the comarr has agreed to this?

Arnaud shrugged. She will do as shes told.

And if something goes wrong? What then?

Arnaud pursed his mouth. Do you expect something to go wrong?

No. But it is a possibility. Dominic tried to appeal to the mans pocketbook. Surely you wont expect me to reimburse you for her blood rights?

Arnaud snorted. No. Shes a good comarrfrom the Corvinestri Primoris Domusbut her blood rights cost half what they should. Seems shed caused some trouble for the headmistress and the woman was willing to let her go cheaply under the condition I would not return her.