Narcissus in Chains

Chapter 13



I BUCKLED MY seat belt out of habit, but Jean-Claude stayed pressed to my side, arm around my shoulders. I'd started to shake and couldn't seem to stop. It was as if I'd been waiting for him so I could finally fall apart. I didn't cry, just let him hold me while I shook.



"It is alright, ma petite. We are both safe now."



I shook my head against the stained front of his shirt. "It's not that."



He touched my face, raised it to look at him in the soft-lighted darkness of the car. "Then what is it?"



"I had sex with Micah." I watched his face, waited for the anger, jealousy, something to flash through his eyes. What I saw was sympathy, and I didn't understand it.



"You are like a vampire newly risen. Even those of us who will be masters cannot fight our hunger the first night, or the first few nights. It is overwhelming. It is why many vampires feed on their nearest kin when they first rise. It is who they are thinking of in their hearts, and they are drawn to them. It is only with the aid of a master vampire that the hunger can be directed elsewhere."



"You're not angry?" I asked.



He laughed and hugged me. "I thought you would be angry with me for giving you the ardeur, the fire, the burning hunger."



I pushed back enough to see his face. "Why didn't you warn me that I couldn't control it?"



"I never underestimate you, ma petite. If anyone I have ever known in all these centuries could have withstood such a test, it was you. So I did not tell you you would fail, because I no longer try to predict what power will do to you, or through you. You are a law unto yourself so much of the time."



"I was ... helpless. I ... I didn't want to control it."



"Of course not."



I shook my head. "Is the ardeur permanent?"



"I do not know."



"How long until I can control it?"



"A few weeks. But even after you have control, you will have to be careful around those you most lust after. They will make the hunger flare like fire raging in your veins. There is no shame to it."



"So you say."



He held my face between his hands. "Ma petite, it has been over four hundred years since I first woke with the ardeur raging in me, but I remember. All these years, and I still remember that the cry for flesh was almost worse than the cry for blood."



I held his wrists, pressed his hands against my face. "I'm scared."



"Of course you are. You should be. But I will help you through this. I will be your guide. It may pass away in a few days, or come and go, I simply do not know. But I will help you through it, whatever happens."



Nathaniel pulled into the Circus of the Damned parking lot, beside the back door. It was still dark as we got out, but the air had that soft feel of predawn. You could taste the coming morning on the tip of your tongue.



Jason opened the outer door as if he'd been waiting for us. He probably had. Jean-Claude hurried past him to the door that led to the stairs. We followed, but Jean-Claude called back over his shoulder, "I must shower before dawn." With that he left us, running in a blur of motion. The rest of us walked more sedately down the stairs, able to walk three abreast, because none of us were large people.



"How are you feeling?" Jason asked.



I shrugged. "I'm pretty much healed."



"You look shook."



I shrugged, again.



"Okay, I can take a hint. You don't want to talk about it."



"No, I don't."



Jason glanced around me at Nathaniel. "You staying the night?"



"Am I?" I knew the question was directed at me.



"Sure, you may need to drive me home tomorrow, or rather, later today."



"Yes, I am staying."



"You can bunk with me then. God knows the bed is big enough and doesn't see many visitors."



I glanced at Jason. "Does Jean-Claude limit your social activities?"



He laughed. "No, not exactly, but the women who come down here are vampire freaks. They want to sleep in a bed under the ground at the Circus of the Damned. They don't want me, they want Jean-Claude's pet werewolf."



"I wouldn't think ..." I stopped myself because I realized it was an insult.



"Go ahead and say it."



"I wouldn't think that you'd be that picky," I said.



"I wasn't when I first got here. But lately I just don't want to be with someone who just wants me so she can brag to her friends that she slept with a shapeshifter, or got to sleep where the vampires sleep. No matter how good it feels for a few minutes, it still makes me feel like they've just come to look at one of the freaks."



I slipped my arm through his, squeezed his arm. "Don't let anybody make you feel like that, Jason. You're not a freak."



He patted my hand. "Look who's talking."



I pulled away from him. "What's that supposed to mean?"



"Nothing, I'm sorry I said it."



"No, I want you to explain it."



He sighed and hurried down the steps, but I was in Nikes and could keep up. Nathaniel followed a few steps behind without saying a word. "Explain it, Jason."



"You hate the monsters. You hate being different."



"That's not true."



"You accept that you're different, but you don't like it."



I opened my mouth to argue with him, but had to stop myself, had to think. Was he right? Was he? Did I hate being different? Did I hate the monsters because they were different? "Maybe you're right."



He looked back at me, eyes wide. "Anita Blake admitting she may be wrong? Gasp!"



I tried to frown at him, but I could feel it held an edge of smile that ruined the effect. "I better get used to being one of the monsters, or so I hear."



His eyes went serious. "Are you really going to be a wereleopard?"



'We'll find out, won't we."



"You okay with it?"



It was my turn to laugh, but it sounded bitter. "No. No I'm not okay with it, but the damage is done. I can't change it."



"Fatalism," he said.



"Practicality," I said.



"Same thing," he said.



"No, it isn't."



Jason looked past me at Nathaniel who treaded softly a few steps behind me. "How do you feel about her being a wereleopard?"



"I think I'll keep my feelings to myself."



"You're happy about it, aren't you?" And there was an edge of hostility in his voice.



"No, I'm not."



"You get to keep her as your Nimir-Ra now."



"Maybe."



"Doesn't that make you happy?"



"Stop it, Jason. Richard's told me his little theory about Gregory marking me on purpose."



"You talked to Richard?" He made it a question.



"Unfortunately."



"You know what's happened, then?"



"About you guys taking Gregory, yeah. I talked to Jacob on the phone even."



Jason looked surprised. "What did you say to him?"



"Gregory dies, Jacob dies."



"Jacob wants to be Ulfric."



"We discussed that, too," I said.



"What did he say?"



"He won't challenge Richard until after the full moon this month. You better give Sylvie a heads up, because that means Jacob has to defeat her within the next two weeks."



"Why is he waiting for the full moon?"



"Because I told him I'd kill him if he didn't."



"You can't undercut Richard's authority like that."



"I don't need to, Jason, he's doing such a good job all on his own."



We were at the bottom of the stairs, the heavy door hanging open where Jean-Claude had rushed through. "Richard is my Ulfric."



"I'm not asking you to bad-mouth him, Jason. He's destroyed his power structure within the pack. It's not something to debate, it's just the truth."



Jason stopped me at the door. "Maybe if you had been here, you could have talked him out of it."



I was finally angry. "One, you have no right to question what I do, or don't do. Two, Richard is a big boy and makes his own decisions. Three, don't you ever, ever question me again."



"You're not my lupa anymore, Anita."



Anger flared through me like a scalding wave, tightening my shoulders, my arms, spilling into my hands. I'd never felt rage so quickly and so completely. I had to close my eyes to concentrate, so I wouldn't take a swing at him. What was wrong with me?



I felt Nathaniel at my back. "Are you alright?" he said.



I shook my head. "I don't think so."



"Look," Jason said, "I'm sorry, but I don't want Jacob in charge of the pack--I don't trust him. Richard may be a bleeding-heart, flag-waving right-winger, but he's also fair, and he really does try to put the best interests of the pack before his own. I don't want to lose that."



I looked at him, trying to swallow past the anger. My voice came out squeezed tight. "You're scared about what will happen to all of you if Jacob takes over."



He nodded. "Yes."



"Me, too," I said.



He looked into my face, studied it. "If Jacob kills Richard in a fair fight, what will you do?"



"Richard isn't my boyfriend anymore, and I'm not lupa. If it's a fair challenge fight, then I can't interfere. I told Jacob if the fight was fair, and after the full moon, I wouldn't take revenge on him."



"You won't avenge Richard's death?"



"If I kill Jacob, and Richard and Sylvie are already dead, who'll take over? I've seen what happens to a group of shapeshifters who don't have an alpha to lead them. I won't let what happened to the leopards happen to the wolves."



"If Jacob died before he fought Sylvie, then you wouldn't have to worry about it," Jason said.



The anger that had been leaking away made a comeback. "You can't have it both ways, Jason. Either I'm not your lupa--not dominant to you--and thus can't help you fix this, or I am still your lupa, still dominant to you, still someone you come to for this kind of help. Make up your mind which you want me to be before you get up in my face again."



"You can't be lupa, the pack voted you out. But you're right, it's not your fault. You had to try and fix yourself before you could fix anyone else. I'm sorry I got in your face."



"Apology accepted," I said. I started to go around him through the door, but he caught my arm.



"I didn't ask you to kill Jacob because you were my lupa, or dominant to me. I asked you because I know you've already thought of it. I asked you because I know if you think it's best for the pack, you'll do it."



"Pack business is no longer my concern, so everyone keeps telling me."



"They don't know you like I do," he said.



I pulled away from him, gently. "What's that supposed to mean?"



"It means that once you've given your friendship--your protection--to someone, you take care of them, even if they don't want you to."



"If I kill Jacob, Richard will never forgive me."



"He dumped you, right? What have you got to lose by killing Jacob? Nothing. But if you don't kill him, then you lose Sylvie and Richard."



I pushed past him. "I am getting really tired of doing everyone's dirty work."



"No one is better at dirty work than you are, Anita."



That stopped me, made me turn back around to face him. "What's that supposed to mean?"



"It doesn't mean anything. It's just the truth." I stared into his so-solemn eyes. I would have liked to argue, but I really couldn't.



I'd thought I couldn't feel worse about myself tonight. I'd been wrong Watching the look in Jason's eyes, hearing him talk about me like that, made me feel worse. This night just couldn't get any more depressing.



Chapter 14



DAWN WAS MINUTES away when Jean-Claude came through the door in a robe. "You may have the bed, ma petite, and I will take my coffin. I think your nerves are raw enough without me dying in your arms as the sun rises."



I'd have liked to argue, because I wanted him to hold me in the worst way, but he was right. I'd had enough shocks for one night. "Nathaniel will stay with me," I said.



A look passed over Jean-Claude's face. "And Jason, as well."



"Why?"



"I do not have the time to explain, ma petite, but please trust me that Jason should be here, too. It is for the best."



I could feel dawn trembling close, even so deep underground. "Okay, Jason can stay, too."



Jean-Claude was already edging out the door. "I will tell him on my way to the coffin room. I am sorry to leave you like this, ma petite"



"Go, it's almost dawn," I said.



He blew me a kiss then was gone, leaving the door slightly ajar. Nathaniel was sitting on the corner of the bed, neutral in face, eyes, even body language. He was very good at seeming nonthreatening, soothing almost.



I'd been sleeping off and on for almost four days, yet I was tired, unbelievably tired. I wasn't sure it was physical, more like I'd overused my mind, my emotions. I was wrung out. "Let's get some sleep."



He pulled off his tank top without another word, kicked off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and began to unbraid his hair. I knew that would take a while, so I went into the bathroom while he finished. It had been a long time since I'd seen Jean-Claude's bathroom, with its fancy black tub that was big enough for a small orgy. The silver swan that the water came out of always reminded me of a fountain. But no bath tonight. I just wanted to sleep and to forget. Forget everything.



Of course, I hadn't come away with jammies, and the shirt that Nathaniel had picked for me, though attractive and comfortable, was not long enough to be a sleep shirt. I could not sleep in jeans; it just wasn't comfortable. Damn, why should the small things be so important on a night when all the big things had gone to hell?



There was a knock on the bathroom door. "I'll be out in a minute, Nathaniel."



"It's Jason."



"What do you want?"



"Didn't Jean-Claude tell you that I was bunking with you tonight?"



"He mentioned it."



"He also sent me with pajamas for you. He figured you didn't pack an overnight case."



That got me to the door, and opening it. Jason stood there in a pair of blue silk boxers, baggy enough to be acceptable as sleepwear. Acceptable for him to wear while sharing a bed with me, I might add. Jason, left to his own devices, wore men's bikini underwear--or less--to bed.



He held out a folded piece of red satin. I took it and let it spill through my hands. It was actually two pieces, a loose top with spaghetti straps and a pair of shorts. It was obviously meant to be lingerie.



"He said to tell you that, of anything he had that would fit you, it covered the most, end quote," Jason said.



I sighed. "Thanks, Jason, I'll be right out." I closed the door without waiting for a reply. The top that had looked loose actually clung pretty tightly across my breasts. You'd certainly know whether I was cold or not. The shorts were cut so high on the sides that the legs almost met the waistband. It managed to cover everything and still not leave much to the imagination. Lingerie design at its best, I suppose.



I opened the door and turned off the bathroom light as I came out. Jason was already tucked into the covers on the right side of the bed. Nathaniel was still sitting on the other side. He got up as I came out, his unbound hair floating around him like a living curtain. "My turn," he said softly, turning on the bathroom light and closing the door.



"You look wonderful," Jason said.



"No compliments, Jason. I'm uncomfortable enough in the lingerie."



"Then by all means take it off."



I frowned at him.



He patted the bed beside him, grinning at me. "Come to bed."



"Piss me off enough and I'll send you back to your room."



"Jean-Claude told me to stay here today."



"I could insist." I had my gun on top of my folded clothes, tucked under one arm.



"If you'd shoot me just for teasing you, I'd have been dead a long time ago."



"Please, Jason, I have had a very hard night. Please, just behave yourself, just this once."



He raised his hand in the Boy Scout salute. "I won't bite, promise."



That made me think of Micah and caused me to blush, which was embarrassing under the circumstances.



Jason's eyes widened. "That's a better reaction than I've ever gotten from you. I'll have to remember the line."



"You reminded me of something embarrassing, that's all."



The grin faded to a smile. "I knew it wasn't because of me."



"I am not going to baby-sit your ego, too, Jason. You'll have to take care of it yourself."



"Always do." The smile had faded, leaving him serious. With his yellow hair and blue eyes, he looked somehow out of place against all the black silk, as if he needed a different color to frame him to best advantage. Of course, the bed wasn't meant to frame him to best advantage, it was meant to frame Jean-Claude.



The thought was enough. I felt him in his coffin, felt him dead to the world, gone away wherever vampires go when the sun rises. The feel of him so distant, unable to hold me, or help me, made me feel cold, and even more cut adrift.



I leaned against the heavy cherry wood post of the bed, one hand on it. But my hands were not big enough to encircle the wood. It was a big bed--at least king size.



"What's wrong, Anita?"



I shook my head. "I don't want to talk about it."



"I'm sorry. I will be good. I promise."



"No more teasing?" I asked.



He tried to stay serious, but a smile crept through. "I'd promise no more teasing if I thought I could live up to it, but I will promise to try and not tease you anymore today. How's that?"



I had to smile. "Honest, I guess." I sat down on the edge of the bed.



"You seem lost tonight," he said.



It was so close to what I was thinking that I turned and looked at him. "Is it that obvious?"



"Only to someone who knows you."



"Do you know me that well, Jason?"



"Sometimes. And sometimes you are totally confusing to me."



I pulled back the covers and crawled under the sheet, pushing the heavy satin coverlet away from me. I'd left a lot of distance between me and Jason. I slid my gun under the nearest pillow, safety on. And for extra precaution, since I was sleeping with non-gun users, no bullets were in the chamber.



"Honest, Anita, I'll behave myself, you can move closer."



"I know."



"And not just because Jean-Claude and Richard wouldn't like it."



"Richard isn't dating me anymore, Jason. He's not mine anymore." Just saying it out loud made my skin colder, my stomach clench tight.



"He may say that, but if he found out I tried anything tonight, anything serious, he'd make me pay for it."



"What do you mean?"



"He may not be dating you, but I'll bet my favorite body part that he wouldn't tolerate you dating any of the other werewolves. Him not being able to have you isn't the same thing as not wanting you."



I looked at him, sheet-covered knees hugged to my chest. "When did you get so smart?"



"I have my moments."



I had to smile. "Yeah, you do."



We were both smiling when Nathaniel came out of the bathroom. "Hit the lights, Nathaniel."



Nathaniel did what I asked, and the blackness was complete. The lights were on a timer and would come on softly in a few hours. But until then it was a darkness so complete it was like being dropped in ink. I'm not usually bothered by darkness, but just then it was claustrophobic, like some giant black hand pressing against me.



I felt Nathaniel by the bed. "Please, turn on the bathroom light, leave the door ajar." He went back and did it. One of the good things about Nathaniel was he didn't question orders much. It used to bug me. Now I counted on it, sometimes.



He left the door open a crack, just enough to let a slender finger of light fall into the room and slant along the bed.



Nathaniel lifted the sheet and crawled into bed without a word. But him crawling in meant I had to move over closer to Jason. I found the gun and moved it down a pillow with me. But Nathaniel didn't crowd me, and there was still space between us when we all tucked in for the night. Not as much space as I'd have liked, but still space. In fact I was able to roll over onto my side without bumping anyone. Of course, that wasn't how I slept at home. At home Nathaniel and the rest of the wereleopards cuddled into big piles. I'd slept most of the last six months among them. It was, sadly, getting to the point that when I slept alone I felt lonely.



Nathaniel had rolled automatically onto his side, his back to me, waiting for me to close the distance between us. He'd already moved his hair to one side like a blanket that had to be moved out of the way, leaving his back and part of his neck smooth and bare. I lay there for a second or two, then thought, screw it. I moved in against him, pressing myself to the smooth warmth of his body, my arm sliding around his waist. He was just a few inches taller than me, enough that I cuddled down just a little, pressing my face into his back, in the hollow behind his shoulder blade. It was the way we'd gone to sleep for a long time.



"Now I do feel left out," Jason said.



I sighed, clutching Nathaniel a little tighter. "Do you promise not to try anything?"



"I promise to be good."



"That's not what I asked."



He gave a small laugh. "You're better than you used to be at this game. Okay, I promise not to try anything."



"Then you can get closer, if you want to."



"You know I do," he said. I could feel him moving across the bed towards us.



"You also promised to be good."



"You have no idea how good I can be." He was very close when he said the last.



"You're pushing it, Jason."



"Sorry." But he didn't sound sorry. He curled against my back, his body spooning against me, his knees bending into a near perfect line behind mine We were within an inch of being the same height, which made spooning easy. It also put certain parts of his anatomy up against my butt, and it was hard not to notice that he was happy to be there. Not too long ago, I'd have made him move, but I'd spent months learning shapeshifter etiquette. The men tried their best not to get erections, and not to use them when they did; the women tried to ignore the fact that they had them. That was the rule. It allowed everyone to pretend we were just a bunch of puppies sleeping in a nice friendly pile. To acknowledge anything else meant the system fell apart.



I realized that it didn't bother me. Over the months I'd learned that it was just one of those involuntary things that happened, nothing truly personal. I think Jason was disappointed that he didn't get more of a reaction from me. When I didn't react at all, he moved his hips just a fraction away from me, but snuggled the rest of himself against me more tightly.



I was effectively sandwiched between them, and it reminded me forcibly of waking up between Caleb and Micah. Not a comforting memory. But the smell of Nathaniel's skin was familiar. The vanilla scent of his hair where it edged my face and stretched under his body was comforting. I drew the scent of him around me like a blanket, pulled my body in as close to the warm curve of him as I could go and not come out the other side, and clung. I acknowledged in my head, though never aloud, that tonight I clung. I held him like he was the last solid thing in the world, the way I'd wanted to hold Jean-Claude and couldn't.



Jason's hand smoothed along my hip, but I'd forced his hand up from around my waist when I tucked so tightly against Nathaniel; there was really nowhere else for it to go. His hand was very still against my bare leg, and there was a tension to him, as if he was waiting for me to protest. When I didn't, he relaxed and even moved his entire body back against me. He'd managed to calm himself. Good for him.



Honestly, it was nice having Jason's weight at my back. Normally, I spooned Nathaniel--took the dominant position with my body protecting his--my back bare to the room. But I wasn't feeling particularly dominant. I wanted someone to have my back. And, if it couldn't be Jean-Claude, or Richard, Jason wasn't a bad choice. For all his teasing, he was my friend.



Nathaniel fell asleep first; he usually drifted off faster than I did. Somehow I knew that Jason was still awake pressed against my back, his hand on my thigh. I could feel a tension in him as I began to drift off, and strangely, it was comforting. Jason literally had my back. It meant I could sleep, and between the three of us, whatever came through the door, we could probably handle it. Probably.