Deal with the Devil (Part 4)
Chapter 32: Deal with the Devil (Part 4)
After Anita left Jason’s room, she wandered aimlessly through the circus. Nathaniel’s rejection was the equivalent to a cold shower to Anita’s libido. However, her condition proved to be temporary because as soon as the shock wore off the ardeur returned with vengeance,
Normally Anita had more control over the ardeur, but the drain of her powers had weakened her hold over it. She didn’t have time to go home to Micah; and, her pride wouldn’t allow her to go to Jean Claude no matter how desperate she was. Richard wasn’t an option for a number of reasons. Jason was currently unavailable due to his little furry problem; and, Anita didn’t want to risk a repeat of her humiliation with Nathaniel. Her prospects weren’t looking very good.
Anita grew dizzy and stumbled down the hall as the corridor walls bored down on her on both sides. She escaped through a side door and found herself in a study. Her dark eyes immediately focused on the tall man with long blood red hair standing in the far right corner next to bookshelf. The man turned to her and his vivid green eyes looked at her inquisitively. Anita was surprise. None of the lesser vampires was strong enough to leave their coffins yet, and even though Damian was old, he was no master. But, all her questions died on her lips as the ardeur burned away all reason and thought.
The next moment Anita had her lips pressed firmly against Damian’s mouth. The vampire’s eyes grew wide in surprise, but soon his shock turned into desire as the ardeur swept them both in a haze of lust. He kissed her back, hard, devouring her mouth and lips with fangs and tongue. His touch was violent and spoke of nothing of affection, only insatiable hunger. Anita matched his ferocity with her own as she clawed at his clothes, tearing his shirt away from his chest and leaving four angry red lines down his bare back. The sex was fast and hard as they rode the ardeur to the ground, rushing to their mutual pleasure in a dizzy whirlwind of wet heat and flesh.
Afterward Anita found herself naked on the floor with her clothes strewn about the room. Once the near frantic need to feed the ardeur was gone, there was nothing to prolong the intimacy between them and she pulled away from the vampire’s cold embrace. She lied beside Damian’s still form, exhausted, with a thoughtful look on her face. The vampire’s silence bothered her and she reached through the seldom-used bond that they shared. The animator felt the slight tug of the bond as it flickered between genuine affection and contempt. Anita creased her brow in confusion at the odd combination of emotions, but shrugged it off. Every since she had saved Damian’s life and tied him to her as her vampire servant she had felt echoes of emotions from him. Nothing as strong as what she felt through her bond with Jean Claude and Richard, but enough to get the general idea of what the vampire was feeling and even than she sometimes got it wrong.
Anita felt conflicted. Even though Damian had wished for more she had not planned to go this far with him. Anita had enough men in her life and the last thing she needed was to add another. However, lately none of her preexisting relationships had been doing too well. Well at least Damian still wanted her. It wasn’t love but it was something.
Damian turned and rested his cheek in the palm of his hand as brilliant emerald green eyes peered down at her in halo of silky crimson hair. His face was expressionless as he spoke.
“What’s wrong, Mistress.”
Anita grimaced at Damian’s nickname for her. There was a lot wrong. But right now, she wasn’t up for that kind of conversation. She saved the heart to heart for when their lives weren’t in danger. Instead, she asked the question that had been bothering her ever since Jean Claude had came up with his crazy plan.
“Is it possible to bind a witch’s power?”
Anita didn’t think so. She had never heard of it, and if there was a way to bind a witch’s power then why sentence witches to death in lieu of binding their powers when they broke the law.
“Why do you ask?”
Anita shrugged. “Jean Claude, he wants to bind Willow’s powers.”
Damian laughed a deep jarring chuckle that sent chills down her spine. “Oh, that is so like him. Belle Morte would be furious.”
Anita started as the sudden mention of Jean Claude‘s sire. She sat up to get a better look at him and narrowed her eyes at the vampire as he continued to laugh. Damian was acting strange. The tension in his shoulders was gone and there was air of confidence around him that wasn’t there before.
Could Willow’s thrall of power have affected Damian? Anita tried hard to remember if the vampire had ever made any contact with the witch. She couldn’t remember if he had, but it didn’t take much for the witch get her claws into them. It had only taken one meeting for the witch to woo Jean Claude and he was the most powerful vampire in the city. Thank God, Micah had never had any direct contact with the redhead and Anita was determined to keep it that way.
“What’s wrong with you?” asked Anita.
Damian waved Anita’s concern away. “Nothing, I just find the whole situation hilarious.”
“I don’t see what’s so funny.”
“Well, I guess you wouldn’t,” chuckled the vampire mockingly. “It is possible. But first, the witch must bind themselves to a vampire, much like a human servant is bound to their master.”
“Apparently Jean Claude feels that one human servant isn’t quite enough,” smirked Damian.
Anita’s body shook with rage and she balled her hands into a tight fist in an attempt to stop them from shaking. “How...how could he do this to me?”
Damian gave her a sympathetic look. “To be fair I don’t think it’s entirely his fault. The sorcerer’s magic is very strong and for those who desire power, like Jean Claude, it is irresistible. He may have found it difficult to resist, especially after she had drained so much of his power.”
“Don’t make excuses for him!” shouted Anita angrily as she stomped around the room naked, searching for her gun in the random piles of clothes she had so carelessly discarded in her haste to feed the ardeur. “He lied to me. I won’t let him get away with it,” hissed Anita dangerously.
“There is a way to stop him from claiming her.”
“How?” demanded Anita.
“If I were to do the ritual instead, the sorcerer’s power would be bound and Jean Claude would be free.”
“But Jean Claude said that only a master vampire can do it.”
Damian shook his head. “Another lie, any vampire with enough age and power can perform the ritual.”
Anita frowned. She hated the idea of sacrificing Damian to save Jean Claude. Yet, she didn’t have any better ideas and this plan was slightly more bearable than the other. But still.
“Won’t Jean Claude be angry with you?” asked Anita in concern.
“Oh yes, I imagine that he would be furious.” Then Damian smiled as an eerie light entered his eyes. “But by then it would be too late for him to do anything about it.”