Dark Magic

Sava

Gary found himself smiling at her. There was something about her mischievous smile that made anyone near her happy. It was contagious. “So what happens if I let you take my blood and you turn vampire?”

“It is impossible for me to turn now,” Gregori said softly, his beautiful voice stating the simple truth. “Sava

Gary stood there for a few moments, took a swallow of the coffee, and turned to Gregori. “Let’s do it.” He could believe Sava

Gregori swept through the man’s mind, a slow, gentle touch Gary couldn’t detect. He was determined. Convinced. And he was going to help them if he could. You will come to me, unafraid, unhurt, without any ill effects afterward.He swamped the human with soothing comfort. Gary moved toward him with the slightly glazed eyes of one under a trance. Gregori bent his head to the prominent vein in Gary’s neck and drank. He was careful not to take too much, careful to pass on the blood-clotting agent to ensure fast healing. Before Gregori freed Gary from the hypnotic suggestion, he moved well back into the shadows.

Gary shook his head once, twice. He staggered slightly and felt for the table. He never saw Gregori move, but the larger man was beside him, steadying him, lowering him carefully into a chair. “In a few minutes we should get you something substantial to eat. We arrived last night and have not had time to stock the refrigerator.” Gregori glanced at Sava

Sava

“Drink all of it.” Gregori held the glass to his lips. “I saw no reason to prolong the suspense. Your mind was quite made up.”

“Welcome to my world, Gary.” Sava

Gary groaned. “I didn’t consider that. Damn. You’re right. He can’t help himself; it’s his nature.”

“Do not start, you two. I did not think what it would be like to have the two of you driving me insane.” Gregori sounded disgusted, but Gary was begi

“You do have a sense of humor,” he accused him.

“Well, do not blame me. It is Sava

“Am I going to crave blood, raw steak, that kind of thing?” Gary asked, straight-faced.

“Well, actually...” Sava

“I do not have rabies.” Gregori silenced her with a look. “I am not contagious.”

“All the books say if you drink my blood, I get to drink your blood, and then I’m like you.” Gary sounded slightly disappointed.

“Some people grow bat wings,” Sava

“Is she always like this?” Gary asked Gregori.

“She gets worse,” Gregori said truthfully.

The popular restaurant was packed, the line outside long, but Gregori got them a table instantly with a soft whisper in the ear of the hostess. Gary sank gratefully into a waiting chair and immediately drank all three glasses of water provided for them. He had never been so thirsty in his life.

“Where do we start with this mess?” he asked.

“The society you belong to—who got you into it?” Gregori asked.

All around them was the swirl of conversations, some soft and intimate, some loud and obnoxious, others laughing, having a good time. Gregori and Sava

“Everyone at work knew about my obsession with vampires. It was a joke around the laboratory. A few years ago, a man by the name of De

Gregori glanced at a busboy lounging behind a potted plant, and the kid instantly grabbed a pitcher of water and hurried over to refill all three glasses. “Where was the meeting held?”

“Los Angeles. That’s where I work.”

“What did you think of the others at the meeting? Were they fanatics? Perverts like those in the storehouse?” Gregori inquired softly, his voice so low that Gary had to lean toward him to catch the words.

He shook his head. “No, not at all. Some people were there for the fun of it. Not really believers, you know, but hoping maybe. It gave them something to do with other people interested in vampire lore. At first the talk was always light—wouldn’t it be cool? What kind of powers did they have? Would they be friendly? Then, after I’d been a few times, a couple of men from some other chapter showed up.”

Sava

Gary wrinkled his forehead in thought. “You know, they have several chapters. In Europe, mostly around the Transylvania area. Romania. Places like that. These guys were Southerners—Florida maybe. I think Florida. In any case, they were much more scientific about everything. They wanted each of us there to provide them with any factual information on anyone who might be a vampire. People we knew who were always pale, who only went out at night. Those who were extremely intelligent, who seemed to be mesmerizing, who were always secretive about their lives and activities.”

“Did any names come up?” Gregori asked.

“A few, but none of them really seemed like the real thing. None of us knew anyone remotely resembling what they were describing. We were making jokes and naming friends until we realized they were serious.”

The waiter arrived, and Gary hastily sca

She reached out to him, hesitated, then dropped her hand into her lap. “You catch on fast,” she praised him.

He felt the flood of acceptance from both of them. It was interesting that he could tell it was from both. Gregori reached over, took Sava