Destined for an Early Grave (Page 30)

Gregor’s entryway had the coldest design, I’d decided. High ceilings that didn’t offer a glimpse of the sky. Harshly done paintings of unsmiling figures glaring at all who dared to enter. A set of hatchets crisscrossed together over a coat of arms. Yeah, comfy. If you were Adolf Hitler.

Gregor walked through the door moments later. He looked very imposing, wearing a long dark coat and shirt over coal-colored pants. Even though he intimidated me, I couldn’t help but be dazzled by how gorgeous he was.

It still didn’t seem real that Gregor was a vampire. I’d barely come to terms with being a half-breed myself before I was whisked away by a strange vampire that – unbelievably – my mother seemed to trust. Since she didn’t trust anyone, Gregor had to be special.

"You’re beautiful in your gown," he commented as he looked me over. "Very much a lovely young lady instead of a wandering farm child."

I cringed, but I didn’t want him to see that he’d struck a nerve. "Thank Cannelle. She had everything laid out for me."

"I shall thank her, later," he answered with a glint. "Don’t you prefer this to stained jeans and twigs in your hair?"

I’d barely spoken at all in the past two days, being too awed by him and my new circumstances, but that stiffened my spine. "It’s been good enough for me my entire life," I said. "If you’ve got such a problem with where I came from, maybe you should put me back on a plane."

Come at me all you want, but don’t put down my family. They couldn’t help it that we weren’t wealthy. My grandparents worked harder than most people and they were up in years.

Gregor spread out his hands. "I meant no offense, cherie. I’m from a farm as well, in the south of France, but there were no cherries to be found there. You see? More that we have in common."

I was somewhat mollified. "What else do we have in common?"

"Ah," he smiled, his features changing from their hard planes. "Come. You’ll find out."

Gregor and I walked through the Parisian streets. He took me to the lighted fountains in the square, retelling their history. It would have been a dream evening, if I hadn’t had so many unanswered questions he kept changing the subject about.

"Why am I here with you?" I ended up blurting in growing frustration over not knowing why I’d been shuttled out of Ohio in such a hurry. "I mean, my mother said I had to go with you because some bad vampire was after me, but nobody said who."

We were almost at the Eiffel Tower. It was breathtaking, but all the scenery in the world couldn’t distract me from finding out what was going on with my future.

Gregor gestured to a nearby bench, and we sat on it. The temperature had been dropping since sundown, and he took off his coat and handed it to me.

The simple gesture touched me and made me feel shy again. It was the way a guy would act on a date, or so I imagined. Gregor sat very close to me as well. Self-consciously, I worried about my breath, or if there was anything in my teeth.

"What you are, Catherine," he began, "is very rare. There are vampires in this world, as well as humans and ghouls, but there has only been one other known half-breed in all of history, and that was centuries ago. Because of your uniqueness, there are those who would exploit you. One man in particular would try to use you."

"Who?" I gasped, feeling so alone at the knowledge that there was no one else like me. "And why?"

"His name is Bones." Gregor almost spat the words. "He will force you to become a killer as he is. Turn you into a whore to lure his victims. Kill your family, so you will have no one but him to protect you. And you’ll need protection, Catherine. After the atrocities he’ll have you commit, you’ll be running from danger for the rest of your life."

"No!"

It was a cry of denial at the fate he’d just predicted. Hearing I’d become a monster who would get my family murdered made me want to run, but Gregor put an arm around my shoulders, keeping me where I was.

"That’s why I came, ma cherie. He won’t find you here. Soon, I’ll bind you to me, then no one can take you. If you do what I say, you’ll never suffer such an existence."

"My family? My mother? They’ll be safe?" I was shaking at the thought of their deaths.

"As long as you are with me, they’re safe."

He sounded so confident. That’s why my mom sent me here, I thought dully. If I didn’t leave, they’d all be killed.

He brushed my cheek. "You must heed me, though, oui? Else I can’t protect you from this."

"Okay." I drew in a deep breath. "I’ll do what you say."

"Good." The green left his eyes, and his smile was relaxed. "It’s for the best. Now, come to me."

He held open his arms, and I hesitated. He wanted a hug?

"Um," I fidgeted. "What – "

"Already you question?" he interrupted, gaze narrowing.

"No, no." At once I put my arms around him, my heart starting to beat faster. This wasn’t a position I was used to.

"Better." It was almost a growl. Gregor tightened his grip until I blushed. "We’ll return home now. You must be weary."

"Well," I began, "A little – huh?"

He propelled us upward. My bleat of fright dissolved into a gasp of wonder as I looked down. Oh, wow. No wonder they called this the City of Lights.

Gregor glided us above the buildings, too high to be seen from below. It was indescribable to feel the wind whistling by me and the power radiating off him while looking at the stunning visual canvas. My heart wasn’t beating; it was thundering. If this is a dream, I thought, I don’t want to wake up.

All too soon, he landed at the gray building that was his house. I had to hold on for a second longer while I regained my footing, still overwhelmed with the experience. Flying. If that was a vampire perk, being a half-breed couldn’t be all bad.

"You enjoyed that," he noted the obvious, smiling. "You see? All you must do is trust me."

"I don’t know what to say." It came out breathlessly. He’d let go of me, but he was still very close. "Thank you."

His smiled deepened. That fluttering began in my stomach. No one had ever smiled at me like Gregor did.

"You’re welcome, Catherine."

Chapter Fourteen

THE NEXT THREE WEEKS PASSED WITH AMAZING swiftness. Aside from Cannelle’s continued snootiness and worrying about my family, I had to admit I’d never been happier.

Gregor was wonderful to be around – as long as I didn’t argue with him or challenge him with a differing opinion. I learned that fast. Who was I, a teenager, to argue with a thousand-year-old vampire who possessed powers and knowledge I couldn’t even imagine? That was Gregor’s favorite line when he was ticked. It was a good one, too. I didn’t have much to rebut it with.