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"We can remedy that," Janos said. The vampires ripped the backs of the girls' blouses with a harsh,
quick tearing.
The blonde screamed.
"We can't just watch," Larry said.
He was right; whether I liked it or not, he was right.
"I've seen what a whip can do," Jason said suddenly. "Don't hurt them."
I stared at him. "You don't strike me as the self-sacrificing kind."
He shrugged. "We all have our moments."
"Would it make this an easier choice if I swore that if your young man takes the girl's place we will not
cripple him?"
"How about kill him?" I said. "You can die of shock from a whipping."
"No killing, no crippling. We simply want our pound of flesh, and a quart of blood."
Something must have shown on our faces, because he laughed. "Figuratively speaking, of course. You
will wear scars until you die, but no greater harm."
"This is ridiculous," I said. "We aren't going to do this."
"If we pull our guns, can we take them?" Larry asked.
I looked away from his earnest eyes. He touched my arm. "Anita?"
"We can take some of them with us," I said.
"But we'll still be dead, and once we're dead who'll help the girls?"
I shook my head. "There's got to be a better way."
Larry looked at Jean-Claude. "Will he keep his word? Will they not kill me?"
"Janos's word has always been reliable, or at least it was a couple of centuries ago."
"Can we trust them?" Jason asked.
"No," I said.
"Yes," Jean-Claude said.
I glared at him.
"I know you would rather shoot it out, but you would only succeed in getting us all killed. Or perhaps
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some of us made into vampires."
Larry touched my shoulders. He made me look at him. "It's alright."
"It's not alright," I said.
"Fine, but it's the best we can do right now."
"Don't do this."
"I don't have a choice," he said. "Besides, I'm a big boy, remember? I can take care of myself."
I hugged him. I didn't know what else to do.
"I'll be alright," he whispered.
I just nodded. I didn't trust my voice, and I try never to lie to my friends. He would not be alright. I
knew it. He knew it. We all knew it.
Jason walked away from us towards the vampires. "Oh, no, my good shapeshifter, we don't want you
chained to a wall."
"But you said . . ."
"I said you could save the girls, but not like that. Let the human take his lashes. All you must agree to is
satisfying the desires of my two helpers, Bettina and Pallas."
Jason stared at the two vampires. They'd turned to face us. I suddenly tried to see them from the
viewpoint of a twenty-year-old male. They were chesty, slim waisted; if Pallas's face was a little too
witchy-looking for my taste, and Bettina's eyes too small, that was just me. Neither of them was pretty,
or even beautiful; they were handsome in the way that some tall, leggy women are. Handsome in a good
way, if they had been human.
Jason frowned. "It seems I'm getting the better deal here."
"Would it make any difference if I said you had to do it here in this room, on the floor, in front of
everyone?" Janos asked.
Jason thought about that for a minute. "If I say no, does the girl get whipped?"
Janos nodded.
"Then I agree," he said, but his voice was soft and uncertain. Being lascivious in private was one thing;
doing it in public was different.
"Come then, shapeshifter, let the show begin." Janos made a sweeping motion with his white hands.
Jason glanced back at Jean-Claude like a kid on the first day of school wondering if the bullies were
really going to hurt him. Jean-Claude gave no comfort. His face was as still and unreadable as a painting.
He gave a small nod that could have meant anything from "It will be alright" to "Just do it."
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I watched Jason's shoulders rise with a deep breath, and heard him blow it out like a runner before a
race. Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when
you have no choice?
"Have you ever been with one of us?" Janos asked.
Jason shook his head.
Janos put a long-fingered hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason didn't seem to enjoy that. Couldn't blame him.
"There are many pleasures that await you, my young shapeshifter. Things that no human or wereanimal
can give to you. Sensations that only the dead can offer."
The two female vampires had stepped to the far end of the room in a clear space on the black floor. The
whips lay coiled at the feet of the two girls, as if they were a reminder of what would happen if anyone
chickened out.
If Jason wanted to fuck a few vampires, that was fine with me. Besides, he wasn't mine to protect. But
the sex wasn't going to last forever. I couldn't let them have Larry. I couldn't stand by and watch him be
tortured. I just couldn't. But if I pulled down the room, then even if we got out of the basement highly
doubtful all on its own we'd have every vamp in the place after our ass. There would be more; there
were always more. But what had Jean-Claude said? If they broke the truce first, we could draw
weapons. It had possibilities.
The one with long blonde hair had undone her braid. She shook out her hair like it was a thick curtain of
yellow waves. It hid her face for a moment, and she seemed softer, more human. Maybe it was illusion.
Whatever, Jason touched that thick hair, wadded his hands into it, then slid his hands around her waist. If
he was going to have to do it, it looked like he was going to have fun while he did. Nice to see someone
who enjoys his work.
The dark-haired vamp came in from behind, pressing her leather-clad body against him. Jason was short
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"We can remedy that," Janos said. The vampires ripped the backs of the girls' blouses with a harsh,
quick tearing.
The blonde screamed.
"We can't just watch," Larry said.
He was right; whether I liked it or not, he was right.
"I've seen what a whip can do," Jason said suddenly. "Don't hurt them."
I stared at him. "You don't strike me as the self-sacrificing kind."
He shrugged. "We all have our moments."
"Would it make this an easier choice if I swore that if your young man takes the girl's place we will not
cripple him?"
"How about kill him?" I said. "You can die of shock from a whipping."
"No killing, no crippling. We simply want our pound of flesh, and a quart of blood."
Something must have shown on our faces, because he laughed. "Figuratively speaking, of course. You
will wear scars until you die, but no greater harm."
"This is ridiculous," I said. "We aren't going to do this."
"If we pull our guns, can we take them?" Larry asked.
I looked away from his earnest eyes. He touched my arm. "Anita?"
"We can take some of them with us," I said.
"But we'll still be dead, and once we're dead who'll help the girls?"
I shook my head. "There's got to be a better way."
Larry looked at Jean-Claude. "Will he keep his word? Will they not kill me?"
"Janos's word has always been reliable, or at least it was a couple of centuries ago."
"Can we trust them?" Jason asked.
"No," I said.
"Yes," Jean-Claude said.
I glared at him.
"I know you would rather shoot it out, but you would only succeed in getting us all killed. Or perhaps
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some of us made into vampires."
Larry touched my shoulders. He made me look at him. "It's alright."
"It's not alright," I said.
"Fine, but it's the best we can do right now."
"Don't do this."
"I don't have a choice," he said. "Besides, I'm a big boy, remember? I can take care of myself."
I hugged him. I didn't know what else to do.
"I'll be alright," he whispered.
I just nodded. I didn't trust my voice, and I try never to lie to my friends. He would not be alright. I
knew it. He knew it. We all knew it.
Jason walked away from us towards the vampires. "Oh, no, my good shapeshifter, we don't want you
chained to a wall."
"But you said . . ."
"I said you could save the girls, but not like that. Let the human take his lashes. All you must agree to is
satisfying the desires of my two helpers, Bettina and Pallas."
Jason stared at the two vampires. They'd turned to face us. I suddenly tried to see them from the
viewpoint of a twenty-year-old male. They were chesty, slim waisted; if Pallas's face was a little too
witchy-looking for my taste, and Bettina's eyes too small, that was just me. Neither of them was pretty,
or even beautiful; they were handsome in the way that some tall, leggy women are. Handsome in a good
way, if they had been human.
Jason frowned. "It seems I'm getting the better deal here."
"Would it make any difference if I said you had to do it here in this room, on the floor, in front of
everyone?" Janos asked.
Jason thought about that for a minute. "If I say no, does the girl get whipped?"
Janos nodded.
"Then I agree," he said, but his voice was soft and uncertain. Being lascivious in private was one thing;
doing it in public was different.
"Come then, shapeshifter, let the show begin." Janos made a sweeping motion with his white hands.
Jason glanced back at Jean-Claude like a kid on the first day of school wondering if the bullies were
really going to hurt him. Jean-Claude gave no comfort. His face was as still and unreadable as a painting.
He gave a small nod that could have meant anything from "It will be alright" to "Just do it."
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I watched Jason's shoulders rise with a deep breath, and heard him blow it out like a runner before a
race. Why is it that most things you might willingly do under other circumstances become distasteful when
you have no choice?
"Have you ever been with one of us?" Janos asked.
Jason shook his head.
Janos put a long-fingered hand on Jason's shoulder. Jason didn't seem to enjoy that. Couldn't blame him.
"There are many pleasures that await you, my young shapeshifter. Things that no human or wereanimal
can give to you. Sensations that only the dead can offer."
The two female vampires had stepped to the far end of the room in a clear space on the black floor. The
whips lay coiled at the feet of the two girls, as if they were a reminder of what would happen if anyone
chickened out.
If Jason wanted to fuck a few vampires, that was fine with me. Besides, he wasn't mine to protect. But
the sex wasn't going to last forever. I couldn't let them have Larry. I couldn't stand by and watch him be
tortured. I just couldn't. But if I pulled down the room, then even if we got out of the basement highly
doubtful all on its own we'd have every vamp in the place after our ass. There would be more; there
were always more. But what had Jean-Claude said? If they broke the truce first, we could draw
weapons. It had possibilities.
The one with long blonde hair had undone her braid. She shook out her hair like it was a thick curtain of
yellow waves. It hid her face for a moment, and she seemed softer, more human. Maybe it was illusion.
Whatever, Jason touched that thick hair, wadded his hands into it, then slid his hands around her waist. If
he was going to have to do it, it looked like he was going to have fun while he did. Nice to see someone
who enjoys his work.
The dark-haired vamp came in from behind, pressing her leather-clad body against him. Jason was short
enough that his face was about breast level for both of them. He buried his face in the blonde's chest. She [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]