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rifle。 Stop it； Anita。 Stop tormenting yourself。
I hadn't truly realized how crowded the opening would be。 Edward by himself searching for one lone assassin in this mass of people would have been poor odds。 Maybe the vamps and werewolves were amateurs； but their extra eyes couldn't hurt。
The lights began dimming until the only illumination was the spotlight on Jean…Claude。 He seemed to glow。 I wasn't sure if it was a trick or if he was making his own light from the skin outward。 Hard to tell。 Whichever； I was in the dark with an assassin； maybe； and I was not a happy camper。
Hell with it。 I put the Seecamp in my lap。 Better。 Not perfect； but better。 The fact that just the touch of a gun in my hand made me feel better was probably a bad sign。 The fact that I missed my own guns was a worse one。
Willie touched my shoulder and made me jump enough that people near us glanced back。 Shit。
He whispered； 〃I got your back covered。 Easy。〃
Willie would make great cannon fodder； but he wasn't up to protecting me。 He'd been a bit player before he died； and dying hadn't changed that。 I realized if the shooting started and the bad guys were using silver bullets； I was worried about Willie。 Worrying about your bodyguard is not good。
Jean…Claude's voice rose through the darkness； filling it with a sound that caressed my skin。 A woman standing near the table shivered as if she'd been touched。 Her date put his arm around her shoulders； and they huddled in the dark； surrounded by Jean…Claude's voice。
〃Wele to Danse Macabre。 The night will be filled with surprises。 Some wondrous。〃 Two smaller spotlights hit the crowd。 Cassandra appeared balanced on the railing on the second floor。 She swept the coat back； revealing her body； stalking along the inches…wide iron bar like it was the floor； nearly dancing。 Wild applause broke out。 The second spot hit Damian on the first floor。 He glided out of the crowd； swishing the embroidered coat around him like a small cape。 If he felt silly in the outfit； it didn't show。
He moved through the crowd with the spotlight following him。 He touched a shoulder here； ran his hands through waist…length hair； put his arm around one woman's waist。 Each one； man or woman； didn't seem to mind。 They leaned into him or whispered in his ear。 He came to a woman with long brown hair parted in the middle。 She was dressed rather modestly for the crowd。 Navy blue business skirt and jacket。 Her white blouse had one of those big bows that are supposed to look like a tie but never do。 Of the women around Damian； she looked the most normal。 He circled her so closely that his body brushed her。 She jerked away from every touch； eyes wide with fear I could see； even from across the room。
I wanted to say； 〃Leave her alone；〃 but I didn't want to yell。 Jean…Claude wouldn't allow anything illegal； at least not in front of this many witnesses。 Bespelling a group of people wasn't illegal。 Mass hypnosis wasn't permanent。 But one on one； it was permanent。 Which meant that Damian could stand under the woman's window and call her out some dark night； no time limitation。
Willie was leaning forward in his chair； his dark eyes on the woman and Damian。 He didn't seem to be looking for assassins right that second。
I watched the woman's face go blank of all expression； until she was like one asleep。 Her empty eyes stared at Damian。 He took her hand and leaned against the railing。 He rolled both legs over； ending on his feet； still holding her hand。 She took two hesitant steps to the railing edge。 He put his hands on her waist； under her jacket； and lifted her high in the air； effortlessly； setting her down on the dance floor in her sensible black pumps。
The spotlights on Jean…Claude and Cassandra died until the only light was that on Damian and the woman。 He led her to the center of the dance floor。 She walked； looking only at him as if the rest of the world no longer existed。
Dammit。 What Damian was doing was illegal。 Most of the crowd wouldn't pick it up。 Vampires were allowed to use their powers for entertainment purposes so even the media； if they were inside； would be okay with it。 But I knew the difference； I knew the law。 Jean…Claude had to know I'd recognize what was happening for what it was。 Was she an actress？ A plant for the show？
I leaned into Willie； close enough to brush the shoulder of his suit。 〃Is she an actress？〃
He turned startled eyes to me； and I could see that the pupils had been swallowed by the brown of his eyes。 Down a long dark tunnel there was a hint of fire。
I swallowed hard and eased back from him； glad of the gun in my lap。 〃It's real； isn't it？〃
Willie licked his lips nervously。 〃If I say it is； you're going to do something to mess up the show。 Jean…Claude will get mad at me。 I don't want him mad at me； Anita。〃
I shook my head but didn't argue with him。 I'd seen what Jean…Claude did to vamps that angered him。 Torture was putting it mildly。 I had to find out what was going on but without disrupting things and drawing more attention to myself than I wanted tonight。
Damian stood the woman in the center of the light。 He focused her face on something we could not see。 She stood there； empty and waiting for his mands。 He stood behind her； folding his arms around her waist； rubbing his cheek against her hair。 He undid the bow at her throat； and the first three buttons of her blouse。 He rubbed his lips along her exposed neck； and I couldn't take any more。 If she was an actress； fine； but if she was an unwilling victim； this had to stop。
〃Willie？〃
He turned to me slowly； reluctantly。 His hunger made him want to watch。 His fear of what I was about to ask made him slower。
〃What's up？〃
〃Go tell Jean…Claude that the show is over。〃
Willie shook his head。 〃If I leave your side and you get wasted； Jean…Claude will kill me。 Slow and painful。 I'm not leaving your side until I'm supposed to。〃
I sighed。 Fine。 I leaned over the railing and motioned one of the vampire waiters over to me。 He glanced off in the dark as if he could see Jean…Claude； even though I couldn't； then he walked over to me。
〃What is it？〃 he whispered。 He leaned in close enough that I could smell the mints on his breath。 Nearly every vampire I knew used breath mints。
I still had the Seecamp naked in my hand。 I figured I could afford to get up close and personal with the new dead； so I leaned in and whispered back； 〃Is she an actress？〃
He glanced back at the little tableau。 〃Just a volunteer from the audience。〃
〃She wasn't a volunteer；〃 I said。 There had been a half dozen people that would have volunteered； but the vampire had chosen the one who was afraid。 That extra little bit of sadism…they just couldn't resist it。
〃Tell Jean…Claude that if he doesn't stop this； I will。〃
He blinked at me。
〃Just do it；〃 I said。
He walked around the edge of the dance floor； vanishing into the darkness。 I could sort of follow him； more an impression of movement than anything else。 I couldn't see Jean…Claude at all。
Damian passed his hand above the woman's face； and when his hand came away； she blinked； awake at last。 Her hands flew to her blouse； eyes frantic。 〃What's happening？〃 Her voice carried； thin with fear。
Damian tried to take her in his arms； but she drew away； and all he caught was a wrist。 She strained against him； and he held her easily。 〃Let me go； let me go； please！〃 She reached out to someone in the crowd。 〃Help me！〃
The crowd had gone very quiet； quiet enough that I could hear the voice of her supposed friend； 〃Enjoy it。 It's just part of the show。〃
Damian jerked her around to face him； hard enough that there would be bruises。 As soon as her eyes met his； her face went blank。 She sagged to her knees； still held by one wrist。
He raised her to her feet； gently now。 He clasped her against him and drew her hair to one side； exposing a long line of neck。 He turned in a slow circle as if they were dancing； showing her bare flesh to all。
Willie leaned forward； tongue dancing over his lower lip as if he could taste her skin already。 Willie was my friend； but it was good to remember that he was also a monster。
The vampire waiter was ing back。 I could see him moving towards me。
Damian curled his lips； exposing fangs。 He thrust his neck back giving everyone a view。 I saw his neck muscles tense and we were out of time。
Willie looked up as if realizing the shit was hitting a different fan； but there was no time。
I shouted； 〃Don't do it； Damian。〃 I pointed the gun at his back； about where the heart would be。 When a vamp gets around five hundred； one shot to the chest； silver bullets or not； doesn't always guarantee a kill。 But we would by God find out if he bit her。
Willie raised his hand toward me。
〃Don't； Willie。〃 I meant it。 Just because nobody else was allowed to kill him； didn't mean I couldn't。
Willie sank back into his chair。
Damian relaxed enough to turn his head and look at me。 He turned so that the girl was in front of him like a shield。 Her hair was still back on one side； her neck still exposed。 He stared at me； running one finger down her naked flesh。 Daring me。
A dim spotlight shone on me； and the illumination built as I walked very carefully to the two steps that led down to the dance floor。 Vaulting the railing might have looked better； but it made it damn hard to hold a target。 I could probably have made the head shot from the railing； but with an unfamiliar gun； it was too risky。 I didn't want to accidentally shoot the woman in the head。 Killing the hostage is always frowned upon。
The vampire waiters and waitresses didn't know what to do。 If I'd been some schmuck off the street； they might have tried to jump me； but I was their master's beloved； which made things a little sticky。 I kept a sort of peripheral eye on them。 〃You guys back up and give me some room…right now。〃
They all glanced at each other。
〃You don't want to crowd me； boys and girls； so move it！〃 They moved。
When I was close enough to feel confident that I could make the shot； I stopped。 〃Let her go； Damian。〃
〃She will not be harmed； Anita。 Just a little fun。〃
〃She's unwilling。 That's against the law； even for entertainment purposes； so let her go； or I'll blow your fucking head off。〃
〃Would you really shoot me in front of all these witnesses？〃
〃You bet；〃 I said。 〃Besides； you're over five hundred years old。 I don't think one shot to the head will kill you； not permanently at least。 But it'll hurt like hell and may leave scars。 You wouldn't want to spoil that beautiful face； now would you？〃 I was getting tired of holding one arm out。 It wasn't that the gun was heavy； but it was hard to hold a one…handed pose for long without starting to waver。 I didn't want to waver。
He stared at me for a space of heartbeats。 He very carefully； very slowly licked the side of the woman's neck； strange green eyes staring at me the whole time。 It was a dare。 If he thought I was bluffing； he'd picked the wrong girl。
I let my breath out until my body was quiet； and I could hear my pulse in my ears。 I sighted down my arm； down the gun； and 。 。 。 he was gone。 He'd moved so suddenly it startled me。 I moved my finger off the trigger and pointed the gun skyward； waiting for my heart to stop pounding。
He was standing just at the edge of the light； leaving the woman empty…faced； waiting。 Damian stared at me。
〃Are you going to interrupt our entertainment every night？〃 he asked。
〃I don't like it；〃 I said； 〃but pick a volunteer； and I have no quarrel with you。〃
〃A volunteer；〃 he said； turning in a circle to view the audience。 They all stared at him。 He licked his lips； and hands went up。
I shook my head and put the gun up。 I took the woman's hand。 〃Release her； Damian；〃 I said。
He glanced back at her and did it。 Her eyes flew open wide； searching frantically like someone awakened from a nightmare to find it real。 I patted her hand。
〃It's all right。 You're safe now。〃
〃What's happening？ What's happening？〃 She caught sight of Damian and started sobbing hysterically。
Jean…Claude appeared on the edge of the light。 〃You have nothing to fear from us； fair lady。〃 He glided towards us。
She started screaming。
〃He won't hurt you；〃 I said。 〃I promise。 What's your name？〃
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