Sex, Lies, and Vampires

'I can, as a matter of fact, but only under certain circumstances. It's not very easy.' She paused for the count of three, then added, 'I'm so sorry that I couldn't have done your introduction to our world properly, although really, you were predisposed to believing in Dark Ones and imps. You must have learned something about the dark powers if you were trying to unmake a demon lord's curse.' Another of her quick, assessing glances slid my way.

I didn't bite. At least, not the way she anticipated.

'Oh, I don't know. I pretty much had your standard middle-class childhood—divorced parents, school, college, the usual assortment of friends and lovers. There was certainly nothing to warm me about imps and vampires in my future.'

'Do you have many friends and lovers?' she asked, her voice polite, but rife with disinterest. I awarded her a few bonus points for not steering the conversation to subjects she really cared about. 'A couple of girlfriends, but no boyfriends. Haven't had one of those for a couple of years. All the men I know seem to be so'—I shrugged —'shallow. How about you? Do you have a boy toy stashed away somewhere?'

Her elegantly formed eyebrows rose in astonishment for a few seconds before she gave a little laugh. 'I had forgotten how straightforward Americans are. No, I do not currently possess a lover. Like you, I find most men I meet lacking in some way or other.'

'Ah.' We rode in silence for a few minutes, but it wasn't long before she abandoned the pretense of polite chitchat and went straight to what she wanted to know.

'Do you mind talking about your past? Not the… accident, but how you came to find out you were a Charmer? How you ended up in the position where you were attempting to lift a curse?'

'Yes,' I said, rubbing my arms and keeping my eyes fixed out the window. 'I do mind.'

'I see. Shall I tell you about Damian, then?'

'Knock yourself out.'

And she did. The whole of the three-hour drive into the Moravian Highlands, Melissande told me everything there was to know about Damian, from the time he learned to walk, to what he wanted for Christmas.

'That's really fascinating—I don't think anyone has ever shared the potty-training process with me in such vivid detail—but it doesn't really explain much about why a demon lord would want to kidnap a kid, even a junior vampire. I assume it has something to do with his father?'

Melissande shifted gears as the car started climbing into a mountainous region. 'Saer believes that Damian is being held as bait in order to trap him.'

'That makes sense. Hold the kid, and make daddy dance to your tune. So why does Asmodeus have it in for Saer?'

'Saer believes that it's not actually Asmodeus who wants him destroyed. That honor, he believes, belongs to Adrian.'

'Who's Adrian when he's at home?'

She glanced at me.

'Sorry, it's an Americanism. You haven't hung out around the States much, have you?'

'I like Los Angeles,' she said. 'Such interesting people. And excellent shops. Adrian is…'

I raised my eyebrows as a number of interesting expressions flitted over her face.

'He is the Betrayer,' she said finally, not looking at me. 'He is a Dark One who has turned over a number of our people to Asmodeus.'

'Turned over? What could a demon lord do to a vampire who was already damned?'

She shuddered. 'You do not want to know the answer to that.'

The horror in her voice confirmed her words. I rubbed the goose bumps on my arms. 'OK, so there's this guy named Adrian who sells out his own kind, and he's got it in for Saer. Why?'

If I didn't know better, I'd say Melissande was avoiding something. Her reluctance to speak was pretty obvious. 'Saer believed it has to do with a ring, an object of great power which the Betrayer is hunting for.'

'A 'one ring to rule them all' kind of ring?' I asked, peering in the side mirror to see if any wizards on white horses were following us.

'Decidedly not Tolkien, no,' Melissande answered. 'Saer believed the ring was once held by Asmodeus, and thus the immortal world would be put at risk if the Betrayer obtained it.'

'Ah, that sort of ring.' I pursed my lips. 'I assume Saer is trying to stop this Betrayer guy from finding it, and that's why his son is being held hostage?'

'Damian is definitely being held hostage,' she agreed.

'Poor kid,' I said, guilt roiling within me. I'd seen what a demon lord's secondhand power bound into a curse could do; I couldn't even imagine what horrors a child, even an immortal child, would suffer in his control. 'This is really an unpleasant question, but aside from being integrated into the demon lord, I assume Dark Ones like your brother can be killed?'

'Yes,' she said, biting the word off. 'As you might guess, Damian is as dear to me as a son. I don't see him as often as I'd like, but I will do anything to have him back safe and sound. I am his only close female relative here, you see. His mother lives in England, and he divides his time between her and the family here.'

'Hmm.' We had turned off the main road and were following a long, winding, dark road that bumped through what appeared to be a coniferous forest. Nearby mountains turned the darkness into something that felt close and smothering. I mused over what she had told me, interested despite my desire to steer clear of anything that even remotely smelled of the supernatural. 'So, is he… holy cats! Is that a castle?'

'Drahanska Castle. Didn't I tell you this is where we were going? What was I thinking?'

I glared at her for two seconds before craning my neck so I could look up at the battlements as Melissande brought the car to a halt before two very large doors. 'I suspect you thought you could tempt me even further by dangling a real castle in front of my nose. How old is it, do you know? Who built it? And who owns it now?'

'I have no idea how old it is or who built it, but it is owned by a Dark One, a distant cousin. Come. It is from here that Saer called me and said he found the information about where Damian was being held.'

'This castle belongs to your cousin?' I got out of the car, stretching after the long ride, trying to take in the monstrous structure before us, but failing miserably. It was just one of a very long list of things I'd been asked to accept, but my mind balked at the thought of it, so I let it go and decided to adopt a new 'go with the flow' attitude that would hopefully keep me sane long enough to enjoy translating that exquisite breastplate. 'Why don't you just ask him where your nephew is?'

'Christian is in London, or so Saer said.' Melissande fiddled with the door for a moment, swinging it open. 'I believe Saer was in the library when he called me. He said he'd seen some notes that Christian had made about the possible location of Asmodeus in London. The library is along the passage, first left, about halfway down the great hall. You can't miss it.'

'I can't, huh? Well, we won't have to worry about that. You just point it out to me and I'll give you a hand searching the place, although honestly, if you don't need anything translated from fourteenth-century Italian, Flemish, or German, I'm probably more of a hindrance than a help.' I held up my left arm. 'I'm neither as fast nor as strong as I used to be.'

'You possess many skills that compensate for any loss you might have suffered,' she reassured me, waving me through the door. I walked in, marveling at the high arched stone walls, stopping about ten feet in when I realized she hadn't followed me. 'Um… is there a problem?'

Melissande stood at the door, her face a beautiful mask of dismay and frustration. 'I cannot come in.'

'What? Why not?' I looked around me, wondering if she had tricked me. 'Hey—you did say that your cousin gave you permission to look around his castle while he's away, right?'

Her eyes shifted slightly to look beyond my shoulder. 'As to that, I don't believe I mentioned specifically that Christian gave his permission, but I know he would.'

'Oh, lovely,' I said, hands on my hips. 'You set me up for a little breaking and entering while you get off scot-free? I don't think so.'

I walked toward her, intending to leave, but she put a hand up to stop me at the door. Her eyes were swimming with tears. 'Please, Nell, you have no idea how much I wish I could enter and look for something that would tell me where Damian and Saer are, but…'

'But what?' I asked, impatient. If she thought I was going to take the fall for her pathetic 'pity me' act just so I could have a priceless, one-of-a-kind breastplate that would without a doubt ensure me tenure when the