Dancing Dragon by Nicola Claire

Author:Nicola Claire [Claire, Nicola]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Paranormal & Urban
ISBN: 1482537206
Amazon: B008VJ58EK
Publisher: Nicola Claire
Published: 2012-08-07T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20

The Parlour and The Plucker

“Are you sure?” Michel's voice wafted out of a downstairs room, filling the darkened stairwell I was creeping down.

The house he had brought me to was a bit oppressive, to say the least. With all the windows still shuttered, it had that unnatural glow to it that most vampire residences had, but unlike the spacious, modern interiors Michel favoured back in New Zealand, this one was cramped and small. The ceiling seemed too low, the hallway too narrow and the wallpaper and skirting boards, all heavily ornate and dark in colour.

There was no airy finesse, it was all doom and gloom and so not what I was used to seeing Michel surrounded by. However, I conceded - taking in an oil painting on the wall depicting a battle scene on a windswept moor - very stereotypical vampire. Dark, spooky and a little foreboding. I wouldn't have been surprised to find coffins in the cellar.

I had taken a brief look around the third and second floors before I followed the natural pull towards my kindred downstairs, all the rooms had been fairly similar to the one Michel and I had spent those last few hours of the night and most of the day ensconced in. Large four poster beds, heavy velvet curtains, free standing darkly polished wooden wardrobes and ornate dressers and chaise longue. A little bit too much drama for my liking and it made me wonder what I would find when I made it to Michel.

He was obviously in the lounge or sitting room, it was at what would have to be the front of the building. I could hear the crackle of a fire, the clinking of glasses and several low, gruff male voices. I allowed myself to sink into that black nothingness and seek out those on the other side of the door with my kindred.

I can't sense humans, nor shifters and I am guessing the Fey don't come under my Sanguis Vitam Cupitor skills either, but the Nosferatu do. I could tell there were four vampires with Michel, all of varying degrees of Dark, but one in particular oozed blackness, a sticky sludge of treacle making my nose twitch and my fingers itch to hold a stake. I felt an awareness poke back at me as I let my senses wash over the room. It left me feeling cold and a shiver shot down my spine in response. I rolled my shoulders to still the feeling and lifted my hand to the doorknob.

“If it is Amicus, he appeared out of nowhere, master. No trail can be found.” A voice I didn't recognise answered Michel and made me stop in my tracks, hand half raised to the door, head shaking from side to side.

Amicus was the vampire that had turned Michel, over five hundred years ago. A hired assassin to the French militia, he used the cover of hit-man to find a good source of food. He had been hired to assassinate

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