Succubus Blues

 CHAPTER 3 

 Of course, I should clarify at this point that Jerome doesn't look like a demon, at least not in the traditional red skin and horns sense. Maybe he does on another plane of existence, but like Hugh, me, and all the other immortals walking the earth, Jerome wore a human guise now.

 One that looked like John Cusack.

 Seriously. No joke. The archdemon always claimed he didn't even know who the actor was, but none of us bought that.

 " Ow," I said irritably. "Let me go."

 Jerome released his grasp, but his dark eyes still glinted dangerously. "You look good," he said after a moment, seeming surprised by the admission.

 I tugged at my sweater, straightening it from where his hand had crumpled it. "You have a fu

 "Really good," he continued thoughtfully. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you—"

 "—shine," murmured a voice behind the demon. "You shine, Daughter of Lilith, like a star in the night sky, like a diamond glittering on the bleakness of eternity."

 I started in surprise. Jerome cut a sharp glance to the speaker, not liking his monologue interrupted. I also glared, not liking an uninvited angel in my apartment. Carter only smiled at both of us.

 "As I was saying," snapped Jerome, "you look like you've been with a good mortal."

 "I did a favor for Hugh."

 "So this isn't the start of a new and improved habit?"

 "Not on the salary you pay me."

 Jerome grunted, but it was all part of a routine between us. He would berate me for not taking my job seriously, I'd give a few witty quips in return, and the status quo would resume. Like I said, I was something of a teacher's pet.

 Looking at him now, however, I could see no more jokes would follow. The charm that had so enthralled my customers today had no effect on these two. Jerome's face was drawn and serious, as was Carter's, despite the angel's usual sardonic half-smile.

 Jerome and Carter hung out together regularly, especially when alcohol was involved. This baffled me since they were supposedly locked in some sort of great, cosmic struggle. I'd once asked Jerome if Carter was a fallen angel, which had elicited a good laugh from the demon. When he'd recovered from the hilarity, he'd told me no, Carter hadn't fallen. If he had, he wouldn't technically be an angel anymore. I hadn't really found that answer satisfying and finally decided the two must stay together because there was no one else in this area who could relate to an existence stretching back to the begi

 Whatever the reasons for his presence now, I didn't like Carter. He wasn't obnoxious like Duane, but he always seemed so smug and supercilious. Maybe it was an angel thing. Carter also had the most bizarre sense of humor I'd ever seen. I could never tell if he was making fun of me or not.

 "So what can I do for you boys?" I asked, tossing my purse on the counter. "I've got places to be tonight."

 Jerome fixed me with a narrow-eyed look. "I want you to tell me about Duane."

 "What? I already did. He's an asshole."

 "Is that why you had him killed?"

 "I—what?"

 I froze where I'd been sifting through cupboard contents and slowly turned around to look back at the duo, half expecting some joke. Both faces were in earnest, watching me.

 "Killed? How... how does that work?"

 "You tell me, Georgie."

 I blinked, suddenly realizing where this was going. "Are you accusing me of killing Duane? And wait... this is stupid. Duane isn't dead. He can't be."

 Jerome began pacing, his voice exaggeratedly civil. "Oh, I assure you, he is quite dead. We found him this morning, just before sunrise."

 "So what? He died of sun exposure?" That was the only way I'd ever heard a vampire could die.

 "No. He died because of the stake wedged into his heart."

 " Ew."

 "So are you ready to tell me who you got to do it, Georgie?"

 "I didn't get anyone to do it! I can't even—I don't even understand what this is about. Duane can't be dead."

 "You admitted to me last night you two got in a fight."

 "Yes..."

 "And you threatened him."

 "Yeah, but I was joking..."

 "I think he told me you said something about him never coming near you again?"

 "I was angry and upset! He was scaring me. This is crazy. Besides, Duane can't be dead."

 That was the only piece of sanity I could cling to in all of this, so I kept repeating it to them and to myself. Immortals were, by definition, immortal. End of story.

 "Don't you know anything about vampires?" the arch-demon asked curiously.

 "Like that they can't die?"

 Amusement flickered in Carter's gray eyes; Jerome found me less fu

 "I'm asking you one last time, Georgina. Did you or did you not have Duane killed? Just answer the question. Yes or no."

 "No," I said firmly.

 Jerome glanced at Carter. The angel studied me, his lank blond hair falling forward to partially cover his face. I realized then why Carter was along for the ride tonight. Angels can always discern truth from lies. At last, he nodded sharply to Jerome.

 "Glad I passed the test," I muttered.

 But they weren't paying attention to me anymore.

 "Well," observed Jerome grimly, "I guess we know what this means."

 "Well, we don't know for sure..."

 " I do."

 Carter gave him a meaningful look, and several seconds of silence passed. I'd always suspected the two were communicating mentally in such moments, something we lesser immortals could not do unassisted.

 "So Duane's really dead?" I asked.

 "Yes," said Jerome, remembering I was there. "Very much so."

 "Who killed him then? Now that we've determined it wasn't me?"

 The two glanced at each other and shrugged, neither answering. Negligent parents, both of them. Carter pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit up. Lord, I hated it when they got this way.

 Finally Jerome said, "A vampire hunter."

 I stared. "Really? Like that girl on TV?"

 "Not exactly."

 "So where are you going tonight?" asked Carter pleasantly.

 "To Seth Mortensen's signing. And don't change the subject. I want to know about this vampire hunter."

 "Are you going to sleep with him?"

 "I—what?" For half a moment, I thought the angel was asking me about the vampire hunter. "You mean Seth Mortensen?"

 Carter exhaled smoke. "Sure. I mean, if I were a succubus obsessed with a mortal author, that's what I'd do. Besides, doesn't your side always want more celebrities?"

 "We've already got plenty of celebrities," Jerome said in an undertone.

 Sleep with Seth Mortensen? Good grief. It was the most preposterous thing I'd ever heard. It was appalling. If I absorbed his life force, there was no telling how long it'd be until his next book came out.

 "No! Of course not."

 "Then what are you going to do to get noticed?"

 "Noticed?"

 "Sure. I mean, the guy probably sees tons of fans on a regular basis. Don't you want to stand out in some way?"

 Surprise washed over me. I hadn't even considered that. Should I have? My jaded nature made it difficult to find pleasure in many things nowadays. Seth Mortensen books were one of my few escapes. Should I acknowledge that and attempt to co

 "Well... I mean, Paige will probably introduce the staff privately to him. I'll sort of stand out then."

 "Yes, of course." Carter put out the cigarette in my kitchen sink. "I'm sure he never gets the opportunity to meet bookstore management."