The Lunatic Cafe
Chapter 25~26

25
"Did you hear me, ma petite? I could kill your Richard." He pulled the screen back into place. The coffin and its terrible contents gone just like that.
"You don't want to do that."
"Oh, but I do, ma petite. I would love to tear out his heart and watch him die." He walked past me. The black shirt fanned around him, exposing his stomach as he moved.
"I told you, I'm not sure I'm going to marry him. I'm not even sure I'm going to be dating him anymore. Isn't that enough?"
"No, ma petite. You love him. I can smell his scent on your skin. You have kissed him tonight. With all your doubts, you have held him close."
"Hurt him and I'll kill you, simple as that." My voice was very matter-of-fact.
"You would try to kill me, but I am not so easily killed." He sat down on the couch again, shirt spreading out around him, leaving most of his upper body exposed. The cross-shaped burn scar was a shiny imperfection on his flawless skin.
I stayed standing. He hadn't offered me a seat anyway. "Maybe we'd kill each other. It's your choice of music, Jean-Claude, but once we start this dance, it doesn't stop until one of us is dead."
"I am not allowed to harm Richard. Is he allowed to harm me?"
Good question. "I don't think it'll come up."
"You have dated him for months, and I have said little. Before you marry him, I want equal time."
I looked at him. "What do you mean, 'equal time'?"
"Date me, Anita, give me a chance to woo you."
"Woo me?"
"Yes," he said.
I just stared at him. I didn't know what to say. "I've been trying to avoid you for months. I'm not just going to give in now."
"Then I will start the music, and we will dance. Even if I die, and you die. Richard will die first, that I can promise you. Surely dating me is not a fate worse than that."
He had a point, and yet... "I don't give in to threats."
"Then I appeal to your sense of fair play, ma petite. You have allowed Richard to win your heart. If you had dated me first, would it be my heart you hold so dear? If you had not fought our mutual attraction, would you even have given Richard a second glance?"
I couldn't say yes, and be honest. I wasn't sure. I had refused Jean-Claude because he wasn't human. He was a monster and I didn't date monsters. But last night I'd had a glimpse of what Richard might be. I'd felt a power that rivaled Jean-Claude's creep along my skin. It was getting harder to tell the humans from the monsters. I was even beginning to wonder about myself. There are more roads to monsterdom than most people realize.
"I don't believe in casual sex. I haven't slept with Richard, either."
"I am not blackmailing you into sex, ma petite. I am trying to get equal time."
"If I agree, then what?"
"Why, I pick you up on Friday night."
"Like a date-date?"
He nodded. "We might even discover how you are meeting my eyes with impunity."
"Let's just stick to as normal a date as we can."
"As you like."
I stared at him. He looked at me. He would pick me up on Friday. We had a date. I wondered how Richard would feel about that.
"I can't date both of you indefinitely."
"Allow me a few months, as you have given Richard. If I cannot win you from him, then I will retire from the field."
"You'll leave me alone and you won't harm Richard?"
He nodded.
"You give me your word?"
"My word of honor."
I took it. It was the best offer I was going to get. I wasn't sure how much his word of honor was worth, but it gave us time. Time to work something else out. I didn't know what else, but there had to be something. Something besides dating the freaking Master of the City.
26
There was a knock on the door. It opened without Jean-Claude's giving permission. Somebody was pushy. Raina stalked in through the door. Pushy was one word for it.
She was wearing a rust-collared trench coat with the belt tied very tight at her waist. The buckle flopped loosely as she glided into the room. She undid a multicolored scarf and shook her auburn hair. It shimmered in the light.
Gabriel followed at her back in a black trench coat. His-and-her outfits. His hair and strange grey eyes looked as good with his coat as Raina's did with hers. Earrings glittered from the earlobe to the curl at the top of his ear. Every piece of metal was silver.
Kaspar Gunderson followed at their heels. He was wearing a pale tweed coat and one of those hats with a little feather in the band. He looked like an elegant version of everybody's 1950s dream dad. He didn't look happy to be here.
Robert stood sort of hovering in the doorway. "I told them you were busy, Jean-Claude. I told them you didn't want to be disturbed." He was practically wringing his hands with anxiety. After what I'd seen done to Gretchen I didn't blame him for being afraid.
"Come in, Robert, and close the door behind you," Jean-Claude said.
"I really need to oversee the next act. I..."
"Come in and close the door, Robert."
The century-old vampire did as he was told. He closed the door and leaned against it, one hand on the doorknob as if that would keep him safe. The right sleeve of his white shirt was sliced up, and blood trickled out of fresh claw marks. His throat showed more blood, as if a clawed hand had lifted him by the throat. Like Jean-Claude had done to Gretchen, but with talons.
"I told you what would happen if you failed me again, Robert. In anything, large or small." Jean-Claude's voice was a whisper that filled the room like wind.
Robert dropped to his knees on the white carpet. "Please, master, please." He extended his hands towards Jean-Claude. A thick drop of blood plopped from his arm to the carpet. The blood seemed very red against the white, white carpet.
Raina smiled. I was betting I knew whose claw marks Robert was sporting. Kaspar went to sit on the couch, distancing himself from the show. Gabriel was looking at me. "Nice coat," he said.
We were both wearing black trench coats. Great. "Thanks," I said.
He grinned flashing, pointy teeth.
I wanted to ask him if the silver earrings hurt but Robert made a low whimpering noise, and I turned back to the main show.
"Come to me, Robert." Jean-Claude's voice had heat to it, enough to scald.
Robert went nearly prone on the carpet, abasing himself. "Please, master. Please don't."
Jean-Claude stalked towards him, fast enough to have his black shirt sweeping behind him like a miniature cape. His pale skin flashed against the black cloth. He stopped beside the cowering vampire. Jean-Claude's shirt swirled around the suddenly quiet body. Jean-Claude stood utterly still. The cloth had more life to it than he did.
Jesus. "He tried, Jean-Claude," I said. "Leave him alone."
Jean-Claude stared at me, his eyes a bottomless blue. I looked away from those eyes. Maybe I could meet his gaze with impunity, but then again... He was always full of surprises.
"I was under the impression, ma petite, that you did not like Robert."
"I don't, but I've seen enough punishment for one night. They bloodied him just because he wouldn't let them in your office a few minutes early. Why aren't you mad about that?"
Raina walked over to Jean-Claude. The spiked heels of her metallic copper pumps made indents in the carpet. A trail of stab wounds.
Jean-Claude watched her come. His face was neutral but there was something about the way he held himself. Was he afraid of her? Maybe. But there was a wariness to his body as she moved closer. He wasn't happy. More and more curious.
"We had an appointment with Jean-Claude. It would have hurt my feelings to be turned away at the door." She stepped over Robert, flashing a lot of leg. I wasn't sure she was wearing anything under the trench coat. Robert did not try to sneak a peek. He froze, flinching as her coat brushed his back.
Raina stood with her shapely calves, nearly touching Robert. He didn't move away from her. He seemed to just freeze as if he could pretend he wasn't there and everyone would forget about him. He wished.
She was standing so close to Jean-Claude that the length of their bodies touched. She was sort of wedged between the two vampires. I expected Jean-Claude to step back, give her a little room. He didn't.
She ran her fingers under his shirt, laying her hands on either side of his naked waist. Her lipsticked mouth parted and she leaned into him. She kissed him, and he stood like a statue under her hands. But he didn't tell her to go to hell.
What the hell was going on?
Raina raised her face enough to speak. "Jean-Claude doesn't wish to offend Marcus. He needs the pack's backing to hold the city. Don't you, love?"
He put his hands on her slender waist and stepped back. Her hands trailed along his skin until he was completely out of reach. She watched him the way snakes watch small birds. Hungry. You didn't have to be a vampire to feel her lust. Obvious was putting it kindly.
"Marcus and I have an arrangement," Jean-Claude said.
"What sort of arrangement?" I asked.
"Why do you care, ma petite? You are going to be seeing Monsieur Zeeman. Am I not allowed to see other people? I have offered you monogamy and you have turned me down."
I hadn't thought about it. It did bother me. Damn. "It's not the sharing that bothers me, Jean-Claude."
Raina walked up behind him, long painted nails tracing his skin. Hands curling up his chest until her chin rested on his shoulder. Jean-Claude relaxed in her arms this time. He leaned his back against her, pale hands caressing her arms. He stared at me while he did it.
"What does bother you, ma petite?"
"Your choice of playmates."
"Jealous?" Raina asked.
"No."
"Liar," she said.
What was I supposed to say? That it bothered me to see her hanging all over him? It did. Which bothered me more than her groping him.
I shook my head. "Just wondering how far you'll go to secure the pack's favor."
"Oh, all the way," Raina said. She moved around to stand in front of him. She was taller than he was in her heels. "You are going to come play with me." She kissed him, one quick movement. She dropped to her knees in front of him, gazing upward.
Jean-Claude stroked her hair. His pale graceful hands raising her face upward. He bent towards her as if to kiss her, but he stared at me while he did it.
Was he waiting for me to say, no, don't? He'd seemed almost afraid of her at first. Now he was utterly comfortable. I knew he was taunting me. Trying to make me jealous. It was sort of working.
He kissed her long and lingering. He looked up from it with her lipstick smeared on his lips. "What are you thinking, ma petite?"
He couldn't read my mind anymore, one point for not having vampire marks. "That I think less of you for having sex with Raina."
Gabriel gave a warm, rolling laugh. "Oh, he hasn't had sex with her, not yet." He walked towards me in a long, gliding stride.
I flashed the trench coat showing the Browning. "Let's not get crazed."
He undid the trench coat's belt, and raised his hands in surrender. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had a silver ring through his left nipple, and the edge of his belly button.
It made me wince just to see it. "I thought silver hurt a lycanthrope, like an allergy."
"It burns," he said. His voice had a soft huskiness to it.
"And this is a good thing?" I asked.
Gabriel put his hands down slowly and shrugged the coat off his shoulders. He turned slowly as the cloth fell like a striptease. I didn't see any other silver rings. He whirled as it came off his arms, and at the apex of the turn he flung it on me. I batted at the coat, knocking it away from me. That was the mistake.
He was on me, body flattening me to the floor. My arms ended up pinned to my chest, trapped under his coat. His waist had the Firestar trapped. I went for the Browning and his hand tore through the coat like paper, ripped the gun out from under my arm. He damn near took the holster and my arm with it. For a second my left arm was just one raw pain. When I could feel my arm again the Browning was gone and I was staring up into Gabriel's face from three inches away.
He wriggled his hips, grinding the Firestar into both of us. It had to hurt him more than it hurt me.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. My voice was surprisingly calm.
"I like pain," he said. He put the tip of his tongue on my chin and licked across my mouth. He laughed. "Struggle harder. Push those little hands."
"You like pain?" I said.
"Yeah."
"You're gonna love this." I shoved the knife into his upper stomach. He gave a small sound between a grunt and a sigh. A shudder ran the length of his body. He reared up over me, still pinning me from the waist down, like he was doing girl's push-ups.
I raised myself up with him, shoving the knife in deeper, drawing the blade upward through the meat of his body.
Gabriel ripped the coat into pieces but didn't try to grab the knife. He braced an arm on either side of me, staring downward at the knife and my bloody hands.
He rested his face in my hair, slumping just a little. I thought he'd pass out. He whispered, "Deeper."
"Oh, Jesus." The blade was almost at the bottom of his sternum. When I got to it one upward thrust would give me his heart.
I lay back on the floor to get a better angle for the killing blow.
"Don't kill him," Raina said. "We need him."
We? The knife was on its way to his heart when he rolled off me in a blinding blur of speed. He ended up lying on his back not too far away. He was breathing very fast, his chest rising and falling. Blood poured down his naked skin. His eyes were closed, lips curled in a half smile.
If he'd been human he might have died later tonight. Instead he lay on the carpet smiling. He rolled his head to one side and opened his eyes. His strange grey eyes looked at me. "That was wonderful."
"Jesus H. Christ," I said. I got to my feet using the couch for support. I was covered in Gabriel's blood. The knife was thick with it.
Kaspar was sitting on the corner of the couch staring at me. He huddled in his coat, eyes wide. I didn't blame him.
I wiped my hands and blade on the black couch. "Thanks for the help, Jean-Claude."
"I was told that you are a dominant now, ma petite. Struggles of internal dominance are not to be interfered with." He smiled. "Besides, you did not need my help."
Raina knelt beside Gabriel. She lowered her face to his bleeding stomach and began to lick it. Long, slow movements of her tongue. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed.
I would not be sick. I would not be sick. I looked at Kaspar. "What are you doing with these two?"
Raina raised a blood coated face. "Kaspar is our sample."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"He can shapeshift back and forth as often as he wants to. He doesn't pass out. We use him to test potential stars of our movie productions. To see how they react to somebody changing shape in the middle of things."
I was going to be sick. "Please tell me you don't mean he changes in the middle of sex as a sort of screen test."
Raina cocked her head to one side. Her tongue rolled around her mouth, licking the blood clean. "You know about our little films?"
"Yeah."
"I'm surprised Richard told you. He doesn't approve of our fun."
"Are you in the movies?"
"Kaspar won't play on film," Raina said. She stood up and walked towards the couch. "Marcus won't force anybody to be on film. But Kaspar helps us audition people. Don't you, Kaspar?"
He nodded. He was staring at the carpet, working very hard at not looking at her.
"Why are you all here tonight?" I asked.
"Jean-Claude promised us some vampires for our next movie."
"That true?" I asked.
Jean-Claude's face was blank, lovely but unreadable. "Robert needs to be punished."
I frowned at the change of subject. "The coffin's full."
"There are always more coffins, Anita."
Robert crawled forward. "I'm sorry, master. I'm sorry." He didn't touch Jean-Claude, but he crept close to him. "I can't bear the box again, master. Please."
"You're afraid of Raina, Jean-Claude. What do you expect Robert to do with her?"
"I am not afraid of Raina."
"Fine, but Robert was overmatched. You know he was."
"Perhaps you are right, ma petite."
Robert looked up. A moment of hope flashed across his handsome face. "Thank you, master." He looked at me. "Thank you, Anita."
I shrugged.
"You can have Robert for your next film," Jean-Claude said.
Robert grabbed his leg. "Master, I..."
"Oh, come on, Jean-Claude, don't give him to her."
Raina plopped down on the couch between Kaspar and me. I stood up. She put an arm over Kaspar's shoulders. He flinched.
"He's handsome enough. Any vampire can take a great deal of punishment. Most acceptable," she said.
"You saw them here tonight," I said. "Do you really want to do that to one of your own people?"
"Let Robert decide," Jean-Claude said. "The box, or Raina?"
Robert looked up at the lycanthrope. She smiled at him with her bloody mouth.
Robert lowered his head so he could see her, then nodded. "Not the box. Anything is better than that."
"I'm out of here," I said. I'd had all the interpreternatural politics that I could stand for one night.
"Don't you want to see the show?" Raina said.
"I thought I'd seen the show," I said.
She tossed Kaspar's hat across the room. "Strip," she said.
I'd sheathed the knife and retrieved the Browning from the carpet where Gabriel had thrown it. I was armed. For what good it did me.
Kaspar sat there on the couch. There was a pink flush to his white skin. His eyes glittered. Angry, embarrassed. "I was a prince before your ancestors discovered this country."
Raina propped her chin on his shoulder, still hugging his shoulders. "We know how blue your pedigree is. You were a prince and you were such a big, bad hunter, such a wicked boy that a witch cursed you. She turned you into something beautiful and harmless. She hoped you'd learn how to be gentle and kind." She licked his ear, running her hands through his feathery hair. "But you aren't gentle or kind. Your heart is just as cold and your pride just as impervious as it was centuries ago. Now, take off your clothes and turn into a swan for us."
"You don't need me to do it for the vampire," he said.
"No, do it for me. Do it so Anita can see. Do it so Gabriel and I don't hurt you." Her voice was going lower. Each word more measured.
"You can't kill me, not even with silver," he said.
"But we can make you wish you could die, Kaspar."
He screamed, a low, ragged cry of frustration. He stood up abruptly and pulled on his coat. The buttons snapped and fell to the carpet. He flung the coat into Raina's face.
She laughed.
I started for the door.
"Oh, don't leave yet, Anita. Kaspar may be a pain in the ass, but he's really quite beautiful."
I glanced back.
Kaspar's sport jacket and tie lay on the carpet. He unbuttoned his white dress shirt with quick, angry movements. There was a line of white feathers down the middle of his chest. Soft and downy as an Easter duck.
I shook my head and kept going for the door. I did not run. I did not walk faster than normal. It was the bravest thing I'd done all night.