matter how much time went by. He was much too good-looking. And then there had been that kiss, a kiss which made her think of red clothing and and love bites and bedtime in vampire-land. That kiss had not been just a kiss, on that she could rely. She sighed.
Holding the vampire stake upright in her hand as though she were holding a candelabrum, she motioned the baron forward. She was very proud of herself. She had been face-to-face with a master vampire and survived. Clair hoped her aunt Mary was still awake, for she had a tale or two to tell of the crypt tonight.
'Please, my lord, would you lead the way out of here?'
Ian nodded, thinking she was either the bravest woman he had ever known or the craziest. He gallantly did as she requested.
At the top of the stairs, he stopped. 'Miss Frankenstein, you do realize that the vampire is only a creature of legend?' He held his hand up when she tried to argue. 'In spite of what your uncle Tieck wrote, in spite of your uncle Victor's paranormal research, there are no such creatures as vampires. Do I make myself clear?'
'I'm sorry, but I beg to differ with you. My studies into the arcane world indicate—rather emphatically I might add—that there are such creatures. You, my lord, are one of them. And I will prove it with or without your help,' she sallied. She pushed open a heavy door leading into a long hallway behind the main stairs of the main foyer. Stepping through, she and Ian startled a serving maid walking by with linens in her arms.
'I am sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you,' Clair apologized. The young Welsh serving maid's eyes went round, her mouth a perfect O as she gaped at the stake Clair held in her hand.
'Rats,' Clair temporized. 'Big rats.' The maid scurried away as fast as her feet would take her.
Ian sighed as he watched the maid go. It looked as if he would have to find a replacement. 'Keep this up, Miss Frankenstein, and you will find that you have bitten off more than you can chew,' he warned.
'I rather thought that was my line,' she said haughtily. Then, with a swish of her skirts, she stormed regally off. It would have been a great exit, Clair later commiserated with her aunt Mary, if she hadn't dropped another piece of garlic on her way out the door.
Early to Rise and No Vampire Ashes
'The rumors of my being undead have been greatly exaggerated,' Ian stated formally, his green eyes glinting with mischief.
'It's impossible,' Clair said, clasping a hand to her breast. 'You are not a vampire!' Stunned, she stared at Baron Huntsley, who stood in her morning room alive and well and certainly not bursting into flames. Not even one ash was upon the fool man. Didn't he know the rules of vampiredom? A vampire burned to a crisp in broad daylight.
'When my butler, Brooks, announced you, I thought he had misheard,' she said to herself. Drat the blasted reprobate. She fumed, feeling like her friend Alice, who had fallen down a rabbit hole. How was the impossible possible? She was hallucinating, perhaps due to burning the midnight oil once too often.
She blinked. No, Baron Huntsley was still there. She glanced outside the bay window, scarcely noticing how the bright sunlight lit the evergreens. Yes, it was indeed morning. She glanced at her pocket watch, noting the time: two hours until noon, a time when all good vampires were home in bed and sleeping the sleep of the dead. Yet all evidence to the contrary, vampire Huntsley stood firm and handsome before her, a mocking grin on his aristocratic face as he watched the thoughts tumbling through her mind.
Clair shook her head in disbelief. 'How is it possible? Do you have a twin? Am I dreaming?' She quickly pinched herself.
'How could I be wrong?' she contemplated pettishly. 'Such diligent, brilliant research. So very much time and effort wasted… wasted!'
The family butler stood nearby, the epitome of the well bred English butler. He was in his early fifties, though sometimes looked like he was sixty, and was a slight figure of a man with dark brown hair. One silver streak ran through his thinning tresses. He had learned early on in his life with the Frankensteins to never act unduly surprised. Nowadays in particular, he never revealed his high anxiety, especially over Clair's blazing escapades.
'Perhaps the baron would care for some refreshment?' he asked stoically, a long-suffering look on his face. He knew his mistress's moods and quirks too well, and right now she was in her 'I can't believe I've wasted all my time for nothing' mode.
Clair glanced at Brooks, nodding at the suggestion, then zeroed in on the baron. 'Sir, you are no gentleman. How could you let me believe that you were a vampire? It was not well done of you at all. I was up half the night recording our meeting in my notebook.'
Ian raised a dark eyebrow. 'I never claimed to be a vampire, Miss Frankenstein, if you will only recall.' He shook his head slightly. What a little minx! She was miffed because he wasn't a bloodsucker. Yet if he had been one of the undead, her life expectancy would have been greatly reduced that night.
She sniffed daintily as Ian studied her from the top of her burnished head to her rather small feet. She was dressed in a gown of apricot silk, with lace around the bodice and puffed sleeves. Her glorious golden hair was caught up in an elaborate twist with a few curls dangling about her cheeks. A ribbon of the same color as her dress was entwined in her coiffure.
In broad daylight and with that awful cape gone, Ian could view her figure to his heart's content. And what a figure it was, from her tiny waist to her plump breasts. Since Ian was definitely a breast man, he was doubly impressed. He had visions of burying his head between those full globes and sucking sweetly.
He lifted his eyes, hoping his perusal had gone unnoticed. It had. Miss Frankenstein once again had her head in the inexplicable and cloudy academic realms she frequented. He watched her chewing on her bottom lip.
In actuality, while Ian was studying Clair, Clair was readjusting her scientific schedule. This would put her back a day or two. It frustrated her to no end. She truly hated wasting time, but it was not the baron's fault, she finally conceded. She knew she had been taught better manners than to blame others for her mistakes. Her aunt Mary would have a fit.
'Forgive me, my lord. You are correct. It was my research and my mistake. Please accept my apology.'
She was still upset that all her work had led her to the wrong man. But what a man, she admitted silently. He really was ruggedly handsome, the morning light shining on his raven locks, bringing out the bluish highlights. His dark green eyes reminded her of the rebirth of spring, of hope after a long winter vigil. They were really quite remarkable eyes, she reflected, so filled with fire and heat.
'Research?' Ian asked, wanting to know more,
'Hmmm… yes. My research into the habits and nature of supernatural creatures,' she answered. 'In other words, I have done an intense study on things that go bump and bite in the night. All things supernatural, that is.'
Fascinating, he thought. And frightening. Most ladies would be terrified to admit such creatures existed. None, he knew, would try to research the subject to do just that.
'Is that truly why you were snooping about my house last night?' Ian knew all about sneaking and spying, having been employed by the government.
'I wasn't snooping,' she responded hotly. 'I was intending to conduct important scientific studies, and your name topped my list of subjects.'
Clair silently seethed. He thought her to be one of those people who was always going about indiscriminately sticking their noses into someone else's business—like that Homes fellow, who was a friend of her uncle Victor and aunt Mary.
'Very important scientific studies. You know, extremely important inquiries into the realm of the arcane.'
'I see,' Ian said, thinking how cute she looked with her deep gray eyes shooting sparks at him. 'I should have realized that any niece of Victor Frankenstein would be interested in the more unusual roads of scientific inquiry.'
'You mentioned my uncle last night… albeit mistakenly. Do you perhaps know him?' Clair asked.
