Night’s Kiss (Children of The Night #1)(41)
Author: Amanda Ashley

She looked up just then, her eyes widening when she saw him standing in the doorway. "Roshan! How long have you been there?"

"Not long." He gestured at the books. "Are you looking for anything in particular?"

"Not really, but you cannot blame me for being curious." He looked nothing like the vampires described in the books she had just read. According to those who professed to know, true vampires were skeletal creatures with pallid skin and sunken red eyes. Their nails were long, their breath exceedingly foul, their skin crypt-cold to the touch.

"Indeed? And what is it, exactly, that you’re curious about?"

"Everything."

"I would think that living here, under my roof, would give you all the answers you need."

The memory of their lovemaking flickered in her eyes and pinked her cheeks, but she wasn’t ready to acknowledge what had happened, let alone discuss it with him, or, he saw to his regret, repeat it.

She shifted in the chair. "You don’t look like a vampire."

"No?"

"No. Is how I see you the way you really look?"

He laughed softly. "Do you think this is some sort of vampire glamour, that underneath my outward appearance I’m nothing but a rotting corpse?"

Her eyes widened. "Are you?"

He dismissed her fear with a wave of his hand. "Most assuredly not."

"I did not really think so," she said, relief evident in her tone as well as her expression. "So much of what I read sounds like foolishness."

"For instance?" He braced one shoulder against the doorjamb, willing to give her all the time she needed.

"Well, one of the books said that if you want to find a vampire, you should take a horse, either all white or all black, into the graveyard and let it walk among the graves. If the horse refuses to step over a grave, then the body inside is a vampire."

Roshan nodded. He didn’t know if that was true or not, but he knew from experience that animals avoided him.

Brenna shook her head. "The book also suggested having a virgin boy ride the horse because, being pure, both boy and beast would recoil in horror from the evil rising from the grave.

"Another one of the books said that if I was to scatter seeds on the ground, you would have to stop to count them, either that, or pick them all up. And this one"—she gestured at the book in her lap— "says that if a vampire finds a rope tied in knots, he would have to untie every one." She frowned. "Another part says vampires can’t see themselves in mirrors because they have no soul." She glanced up at him, her expression troubled. "Is that true?"

"I don’t know. Some say it’s because we’re no longer mortal; that, in essence, we no longer exist in the real world, therefore we have no reflection."

"Does it bother you, that you cannot see yourself?"

"Not anymore."

"But it used to?"

"It was a little unsettling at first," he admitted. "To tell you the truth, I’ve almost forgotten what I look like."

"Did it make you feel as though you did not exist?"

He nodded.

"I thought it would."

"You’ve given it some thought?" he asked, surprised.

"I was thinking of buying a mirror a few days ago, and I wondered how I would feel if I were you, and I could not see my reflection." She looked up at him, her expression thoughtful. "Have you truly forgotten how you look?"

"Pretty much. Not that it matters."

"Maybe we could find someone to paint your portrait," she said, thinking aloud. "Or we could buy one of those cameras that they advertise on the television."

Roshan grunted. "I’m not sure vampires photograph."

"Oh. Well, you are very handsome, you know."

"Am I?"

She nodded.

"I’m glad you think so."

Flustered by the turn of their conversation, she glanced down at the book in her lap. "Can you turn into a wolf? Or a bat?"

"A wolf, if I wish. I’m not sure I could make myself small enough to become a bat, nor can I think of any reason why I would want to."

"But you can turn into mist. I saw you, the night the mob came for me."

"Yes, though it took me some years to master that particular trick."

"And will you turn to ash in the sun?"

He nodded, remembering his recent encounter with the dawn, the excruciating pain that had seared his flesh and burned his eyes.

She gestured at the book again. "How am I to know what is fact and what is fable?"

"Does it matter? I am not mortal, I am not truly immortal, nor am I human in the usual sense. But I am still a man, capable of joy and sorrow, pain and pleasure."

"If you gave your blood to someone who was sick, would it make them better?"

"I don’t know. Why do you ask?"

She shrugged, her gaze sliding away from his. "I was just… just curious."

"You’re a terrible liar, Brenna Flanagan. What’s this all about?"

"Does it hurt to become a vampire?"

"Not exactly."

"What does that mean, not exactly? Either it does or it does not."

"It’s not particularly painful, but it can be frightening if you don’t know what’s happening or what to expect. Dammit, Brenna, what are you trying to find out? Are you sick? Do you want me to bring you across?"

"Have you ever made anyone a vampire?"

"Just once." It was something he rarely allowed himself to think about.

"Where is he? Or was it a she?"

"It was a woman." He lifted a hand, hoping to still any further questions.

"Did you love her?"

"No, but she fancied herself in love with me. To this day, I don’t know how she discovered my true nature, but discover it she did. From then on, she begged me to make her as I was." He began to pace the floor. "I tried to avoid her, but I lived in a small village. And I was still a young vampire, impulsive, foolish. One night, to my eternal regret, I did as she asked." He took a deep breath. "It was a mistake, one I have never made again."

"Why was it a mistake? Was she sorry after it was done?"

"Not everyone is strong enough to endure the Dark Trick. Lilly Anna was not. She was such a gentle creature. She had no heart for the kind of life required of a vampire. She took no joy in the hunt. She anguished over every drop of blood she took, regretted every act of violence. After a few years, she went quite insane."