The Lunatic Cafe
Chapter 19

19
Richard was wrong. He didn't knock on the door while I was on the phone calming Polly down. She was so grateful that I had forgiven her for her rudeness, that it was embarrassing. Waves of submissiveness poured out of the phone. I hung up.
Edward was grinning at me. He had moved to one of the soft chairs. "Did you just spend nearly twenty minutes convincing a werewolf that you weren't going hurt her?"
"Yes."
He laughed, a wide, abrupt sound. The smile vanished, leaving a sort of shimmering glow to his face. His eyes glittered with something darker than humor. I wasn't sure what he was thinking, but it wasn't pleasant.
He slid down in the chair, base of his skull resting on the back, hands clasped over his stomach, ankles crossed. He looked utterly comfortable. "How did you come to be the terror of good little werewolves everywhere?"
"I don't think they're used to people shooting and killing them. At least not on first acquaintance."
His eyes simmered with some dark joke. "You went in there and killed someone your first night? Hell, Anita, I've been down three times and haven't killed anyone yet."
"How long have you been in town?"
He looked at me for a long moment. "Is that an idle question or do you need to know?"
It had occurred to me that Edward could take out eight lycanthropes and leave no trace. If any human could do it, it was him.
"I need to know," I said.
"A week, tomorrow." His eyes had gone empty. They were as cool and distant as any of the shapeshifters' last night. There's more than one way to become a predator. "Of course, you'll have to take my word for it. You can check with registration, but I could have changed hotels."
"Why would you lie to me?"
"Because I enjoy it," he said.
"It's not the lie you enjoy."
"What do I enjoy?"
"Knowing something I don't."
He gave a small shrug, not easy for him, slid down in the chair as he was. He made it look graceful. "Egotistical of you."
"It's not just from me. You like keeping secrets for the pure hell of it."
He smiled then, a slow, lazy smile. "You do know me well."
I started to say, we're friends, but the look in his eyes stopped me. His stare was a little too intense. He seemed to be studying me as if he'd never really seen me before.
"What are you thinking, Edward?"
"That you might be able to give me a run for my money."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"You know how I like a challenge."
I stared at him. "You're talking about coming against me, seeing who's better?" I made it a question. He didn't give me the answer I wanted.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"I won't do it. You know me--no money, no killing--but it would be... interesting."
"Don't go all spooky on me, Edward."
"It's just for the very first time I'm wondering if you would win?"
He was scaring me. I was armed, and he didn't seem to be, but Edward was always armed. "Don't do this, Edward."
He sat up in one liquid movement. My hand jumped to my gun. The gun was halfway out of its holster when I realized he hadn't done anything but sit up. I let out a shaky breath and eased the gun back into the holster. "Don't play with me, Edward. One of us will get hurt if you do."
He spread his hands wide. "No more games. I would like to know which of us was best, Anita, but not enough to kill you."
I let my hand relax. If Edward said he would kill me tonight, he meant it. If we ever did do this for real, he'd tell me first. Edward liked to be sporting about these things. Surprising your victim made things too easy.
There was a knock on the door. I jumped. Nervous--who, me? Edward sat there as though he hadn't heard, still staring at me with his spooky eyes. I went to the door. It was Richard. He put his arms around me, and I let him. I folded against his chest and was very aware that I couldn't pull a gun very fast clasped to Richard's body.
I drew back first and pulled him into the room. He looked questioningly at me. I shook my head. "You remember Edward?"
"Anita, you didn't tell me you were still dating Richard." Edward's voice was pleasant, normal, as if he hadn't been wondering what it would be like to kill me. His face was open, friendly. He walked across the room with his hand outstretched. He was a superb actor.
Richard shook his hand, looking a little puzzled. He glanced at me. "What's happening, Anita?"
"Can you set up the movie?"
"If you'll let me eat during it. My steak is getting ice cold," Edward said.
I swallowed hard. "You've seen the movie before, and you still ordered steaks. Why?"
"Maybe to see if you could eat after watching it."
"You competitive bastard."
He just smiled.
"What movie?" Richard asked.
"Eat your steak, Edward. We'll watch after you're done."
"It bothered you that much?"
"Shut up and eat."
He sat down on the edge of the bed and started cutting meat. The meat was red. Blood oozed out of it. I walked towards the bathroom. I wasn't going to be sick, but if I watched him eat that piece of meat I would be.
"I'm going to hide in the bathroom. You want an explanation, come join me," I said.
Richard glanced at Edward, then back to me. "What is going on?"
I pulled him into the bathroom and shut the door behind us. I ran cold water in the sink and splashed it on my face.
He gripped my shoulders, massaging. "Are you all right?"
I shook my head, water dripping down my face. I fumbled a towel and pressed it to my face, holding it there a minute. Edward hadn't warned me because he liked to shock people. And a warning would have lessened the impact. How much impact did I want Richard to endure?
I turned to him, towel still clutched in my hands. He looked worried, all tender concern. I didn't want him to look like that. Had I really said yes, just eight hours ago? It seemed less and less real.
"The movie is a porno flick," I said.
He looked startled. Good. "Porno? Are you serious?"
"Deadly," I said.
"Why do I need to see it?" A thought seemed to occur to him. "Why did you watch it with him?" There was the tiniest bit of anger in his voice.
I laughed then. I laughed until tears ran down my face, and I was too breathless to speak.
"What's so funny?" He sounded a little indignant.
When I could speak without gasping, I said, "Be afraid of Edward, but never be jealous of him."
The laughter had helped. I felt better, less dirty, less embarrassed, even a little less horrified. I stared up at him. He was still wearing the green sweater that had ended up on my kitchen floor earlier. He looked wonderful. I realized I didn't. In my oversize sweatshirt, complete with bloodstain, jeans, and sneakers, I had lost several notches in the cuteness game. I shook my head. Did it matter? No, I was delaying. I didn't want to go back out there. I didn't want to watch the movie again. I certainly didn't want to sit in the same room with the man I might marry and watch him watch a porno film. Should I spoil the ending?
Would it excite him before it went wrong? I looked at his very human face, and wondered.
"It's lycanthropes and a human in the film."
"They're already for sale?" he said.
It was my turn to look surprised. "You know about the film? You said 'they.' There are more of them?"
"Unfortunately," he said. He leaned against the door, sliding down to sit Indian fashion on the floor. If he'd stretched his legs out, there wouldn't have been room for both of us.
"Explain this, Richard."
"It was Raina's idea," he said. "She convinced Marcus to order some of us to participate."
"Did you..." I couldn't even say it.
He shook his head. Something tight in my chest eased. "Raina tried to get me in front of the cameras. For those that need to hide their identity they use masks. I wouldn't do it."
"Did Marcus order you to?"
"Yes. These damn films are one of the main reasons I started rising in the pack. Everyone higher in the structure could order me around. If Marcus okays it, they can order you to do almost anything, as long as it's not illegal."
"Wait. The films aren't illegal?"
"Bestiality is against the law in some states, but we sort of slip through the cracks on the law."
"Nothing else illegal goes on in these films?" I asked.
He stared up at me. "What's on that film that makes you look so scared?"
"It's a snuff film."
He just stared at me, no change of expression, as if waiting for me to say more. When I didn't, he said, "You cannot be serious."
"I wish I wasn't."
He shook his head. "Even Raina wouldn't do that."
"Raina wasn't in the film as far as I saw."
"But Marcus wouldn't approve of that, not that." He stood up, using only his legs and the wall. He paced to the edge of the bathtub and back. He brushed past me, slamming his hand into the wall. It gave a resounding thunk.
He turned, and I'd never seen him so angry. "There are other packs around the country. It doesn't have to be us."
"Alfred was in it."
He leaned his back against the far wall, and slammed his palms into the wall again. "I can't believe it."
Edward knocked on the door. "The film's ready."
Richard yanked the door open and poured into the other room like a crackling storm. For the first time I felt some of that otherworldly energy radiating from him.
Edward's eyes widened. "You gave him a preview?"
I nodded.
The room was in darkness except for the television. "I'll give you two love birds the bed. I'll sit over here." He sat down in the chair again, upright, watching us. "Don't mind me if the mood strikes you."
"Shut up and start the movie," I said.
Richard had sat down on the edge of the bed. The room-service cart was gone, along with its offending meat. Great, one less reason to upchuck. Richard seemed to have calmed down. He seemed normal enough sitting there. That wash of energy was gone so cleanly that I wondered if I'd imagined it. I glanced at Edward's face. He was watching Richard as if he had done something interesting. I hadn't imagined it.
I thought about turning on the lights but didn't. Darkness seemed better for this.
"Edward."
"Showtime," he said. He hit the button, and it began again.
Richard stiffened at the first image. Did he recognize the other man? I didn't ask, not yet. Let him see it, then questions.
I didn't want to sit on the bed with my sweetie while this filth played. Maybe I hadn't really thought about what sex might mean to Richard. Did it mean shapeshifting? Bestiality? I hoped not, and wasn't sure how to find out without asking, and I didn't want to ask. If the answer was yes to the bestiality, the wedding was off.
I finally walked across the screen and sat down in the other chair, beside Edward. I didn't want to see the film again. Apparently neither did Edward. We both watched Richard watch the film. I wasn't sure what I expected to see, or even what I wanted to see. Edward's face gave nothing away. His eyes closed about halfway through. He'd slid down in the chair again. He looked asleep, but I knew better. He was aware of everything in the room. I wasn't sure Edward ever really slept.
Richard watched alone. He sat on the very edge of the bed, hands clasped together, shoulders hunched. His eyes were bright, reflecting the light of the television set. I could almost watch the action playing over his face. Sweat glistened on his upper lip. He wiped it away, catching me looking at him. He looked embarrassed, then angry.
"Don't watch me, Anita." His voice was choked tight with something more than emotion, or less.
I couldn't pretend sleep like Edward. What the hell was I supposed to do? I got up and walked towards the bathroom. I studiously did not look at the screen, but I had to cross in front of it. I felt Richard track me as I moved. His eyes on my back made my skin itch. I wiped suddenly sweating palms on my jeans. I turned, slowly, to look at him.
He was looking at me, not the movie. There was rage on his face--anger was too mild a word--and hatred. I didn't think it was me he was angry with. That left who? Raina, Marcus... himself?
The woman's scream jerked his head around to the film. I watched his face while his friend killed her. The rage blossomed on his face, spilling out his mouth in an inarticulate cry. He slid off the bed to his knees, covering his face with his hands.
Edward was standing. I caught the movement on the edge of my vision and found him holding a gun that had magically appeared. I was holding the Browning. We stared at each other over Richard's kneeling body.
Richard had rolled into an almost fetal position, rocking slowly back and forth on his knees. The sounds of tearing flesh came from the screen. He raised a shocked face, caught one glimpse of the screen, and scrambled towards me. I stepped out of the way and he let me. He was going for the bathroom.
The door slammed shut, and a few seconds later the sound of his retching came through the door.
Edward and I stood out in the room, looking at each other. We still had our guns out. "You go for your gun as quickly as I do. That wasn't true two years ago."
"It's been a rough two years," I said.
He smiled. "Most people wouldn't have seen me move in the dark."
"My night vision is excellent," I said.
"I'll remember that."
"Let's call a truce tonight, Edward. I'm too tired to screw with it tonight."
He gave one nod, and tucked the gun at the small of his back. "That wasn't where the gun started out," I said.
"No," he said, "it wasn't."
I holstered the Browning and knocked on the bathroom door. Admittedly, I didn't turn completely around. I just wasn't easy with Edward at my back right that moment.
"Richard, are you all right?"
"No." His voice sounded deeper, hoarse.
"Can I come in?"
There was a long pause, then, "Maybe you better."
I pushed the door open carefully, didn't want to smack him with it. He was still kneeling over the toilet, head down, long hair hiding his face. He had a bunch of toilet paper crumbled in one hand. The sharp, sweet smell of vomit hung in the air.
I closed the door and leaned against it. "Can I help?"
He shook his head.
I smoothed his hair back on one side. He jerked away from me as if I'd burned him. He ended up huddled in the corner, trapped between the wall and the bathtub. The look on his face was wild, panicked.
I knelt in front of him.
"Don't touch me, please!"
"Okay, I won't touch you. Now what's wrong?"
He wouldn't look at me. His eyes wandered the room, not settling on anything, but definitely avoiding me.
"Talk to me, Richard."
"I can't believe Marcus knows. He can't know. He wouldn't allow it."
"Could Raina do it without his knowing?"
He nodded. "She's a real bitch."
"I noticed."
"I have to tell Marcus. He won't believe it. He might need to see the film." His words were almost normal, but his voice was still breathy, thin, panicked. If he kept this up, he was going to hyperventilate.
"Take a slow, deep breath, Richard. It's all right."
He shook his head. "But it isn't. I thought you'd seen us at our worst." He gave a loud, spitting laugh. "Oh, God, now you really have."
I reached for him, to comfort, to do something. "Don't touch me!" He screamed it at me. I backed up and ended sitting with my back pressed against the far wall. It was as far away as I could get without leaving the room.
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I want you, right now, here, after seeing that."
"It excited you?" I made it a question.
"God help me," he said.
"Is that what sex means to you, not the killing but before?"
"It can, but it isn't safe. In animal form we're contagious. You know that."
"But it's a temptation," I said.
"Yes." He crawled towards me, and I felt myself recoil. He sat back on his knees and just looked at me. "I am not just a man, Anita. I am what I am. I don't ask you to literally embrace the other half, but you have to look at it. You have to know what it is or it's not going to work between us." He studied my face. "Or have you changed your mind?"
I didn't know what to say. His eyes didn't look wild anymore. They had gone dark and deep. There was a heat to his gaze, to his face, that had nothing to do with horror. He rose on all fours, the movement was enough to bring him close to me. I stared at his face from inches away. He gave a long, shuddering sigh, and energy prickled along my skin. I was left gasping. His otherness beat against my skin like a crashing wave. The wash of it pressed me against the wall like an invisible hand.
He leaned into me, lips almost touching, then moved past. His breath was hot against the side of my face. "Think how it could be. Making love like this, feeling the power crawl over your skin while I was inside you."
I wanted to touch him, and I was afraid to touch him. He drew back enough to look me in the face, close enough to kiss. "It would be so good." His lips brushed mine. He whispered the next words into my mouth like a secret. "And all this lust comes from me seeing blood and death and imagining her fear."
He was standing, as if someone had pulled him upright with strings. It was magically quick. It made Alfred last night look slow. "This is what I am, Anita. I can pretend to be human. I'm better at it than Marcus, but it's just a game."
"No." But my voice was just a whisper.
He swallowed hard enough for me to hear it. "I've got to go." He offered me his hand. I realized he couldn't open the door with me sitting there, not without banging me with it.
I knew if I refused his hand that that would be it. He would never ask again, and I would never say yes. I took his hand. He let out a long breath. His skin was hot to the touch, almost burning hot. His skin sent little shock waves through my arm. Touching him with all his power loose in the room was too amazing for words.
He raised my hand to his mouth. He didn't so much kiss my hand as nuzzle it, rub it along his cheek, trace his tongue over my wrist. He dropped it so abruptly, I stumbled back. "I have to get out of here, now." There was sweat on his face again.
He stepped out into the room. The lights were on this time. Edward was sitting in the chair, hands loose in his lap. No weapon in sight. I stood in the bathroom door, feeling Richard's power swirl out and fill the outer room like water too long imprisoned. Edward showed great restraint, not going for a gun.
Richard stalked to the door and you could almost feel the waves of his passing in the air. He stopped with his hand on the doorknob. "I'll tell Marcus if I can get him alone. If Raina interferes, we'll have to think of something else." He gave one last glance at me, then he was gone. I almost expected him to run down the hallway, but he didn't. Self-restraint at its best.
Edward and I stood in the doorway and watched him vanish around the corner. He turned to me. "You're dating that."
Minutes ago I would have been insulted, but my skin was vibrating with the backwash of Richard's power. I couldn't pretend anymore. He'd asked me to marry him, and I'd said yes. But I hadn't understood, not really. He wasn't human. He really, truly wasn't.
The question was, how big a difference did that make? Answer: I hadn't the foggiest.