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  He didn’t know what to think of her. She was poor, obviously. But she’d had years of dance lessons; she’d had good makeup, a good haircut, the good English of privilege. Could she be an undercover operative of some kind? If she were, wouldn’t she have taken the opportunity to work for Black Moon, the only remotely interesting thing about Sylvia’s enterprises? Perhaps she was a rich girl on a perverse adventure.

  His first fifty years as a vampire, Sean O’Rourke had done his best to conceal himself in the world of humans. He’d stayed away from others of his kind; when he was with them, the temptation to explore his true nature had grown too strong. Sean had been abandoned by the man who’d made him what he was. He’d had no chance to learn the basic rules of his condition; in his ignorance, he’d killed unfortunates in the slums of Dublin. Gradually, Sean had learned that killing his victims wasn’t necessary. A mouthful of blood could sustain him, if he had it every night. He’d learned to use his vampiric influence to blot out his victims’ memories, and he’d learned to blot out his own emotions almost as successfully.

  After fifty years, stronger and colder, he’d begun to risk the company of other vampires. He’d fallen in love a time or two, and it had always ended badly, whether the woman he loved was another vampire or a human.

  His new partner, this Rue, was beautiful, one of the most beautiful women he’d seen in centuries. Sean could admire that beauty without being swayed by it. He knew something was wrong with the girl, something hidden inside her. He hadn’t watched people, observed people, all these years without learning to tell when a human was concealing something. Maybe she was an agent for one of the fanatical organizations that had formed to force vampires back into the darkness of the shadows. Maybe she suffered from a drug addiction, or some physical condition she was hoping to hide for as long as possible.

  Sean shrugged to himself. He’d speculated far too much about Rue’s possibilities. Whatever her secret was, in time he would learn it. He wasn’t looking forward to the revelation. He wanted to dance with her for a long time; she was light and supple in his arms, and she smelled good, and the swing of her thick mahogany hair made something in his chest ache.

  Though he tried to deny it to himself, Sean looked forward to tasting her more than he’d looked forward to anything in decades.

  * * *

  The practice room was a larger studio behind the room in which she’d met Sylvia and the others. “Sean/Rue” was scrawled on the sign-up sheet for the six-thirty to eight o’clock time slot. Julie and Thompson would be practicing after them, Rue noticed.

  She was nervous about being alone with the vampire. He was waiting for her, just as still and silent as he’d been two nights before. As a precaution, she’d worn a cross around her neck, tucked under the old gray leotard. The black shorts she’d pulled on over the leotard were made out of a shiny synthetic, and she’d brought ballet shoes, tap shoes and the T-strap character shoes she wore for ballroom dancing. She nodded to Sean by way of greeting, and she dumped the shoes out on the floor. “I didn’t know what you’d want,” she explained, all too aware that her voice was uneven.

  “Why are the initials different?” he asked. Even his voice sounded dusty, as though it hadn’t been used in years. To her dismay, Rue discovered that she found the slight Irish accent charming.

  “What do you mean? Oh, on the shoe bag?” She sounded like an idiot, she thought, and bit her lip. She’d had the shoe bag for so many years, she simply didn’t notice anymore that it was monogrammed.

  “What is your real name?”

  She risked a glance upward. The brilliant blue eyes were just blue eyes; they were fixed on her at the moment, but he wasn’t trying to rope her in, or whatever it was they did. “It’s a secret,” she said, like a child. She smacked herself on the forehead.

  “What is your true name?” He still sounded calm, but it was clear he was going to insist. Actually, Rue didn’t blame him. She met his eyes. She was his partner. He should know.

  “I go by Rue L. May. My name is Layla LaRue LeMay. My parents liked the song? You know it?” she asked doubtfully.

  “Which version? The original one by Cream, or the slower Eric Clapton solo?”

  She smiled, though it was an uncertain smile. “Original,” she said. “In their wilder years, they thought it was cool to name their daughter after a song.” It was hard to believe now that her parents had ever had years of not being afraid what people would think, that once they’d been whimsical. She looked down. “Please don’t tell anyone my name.”

  “I won’t.” She believed him. “Where do your parents live now?” he asked.

  “They’re dead,” she said, and he knew she was lying.

  And though he would need to sample her blood to be sure, Sean also suspected that his new partner was living in fear.

  * * *

  After they warmed up, that first practice session went fairly well. As long as they both concentrated on the dancing, the conversation was easy. When they touched on anything more personal, it wasn’t.

  Sean explained that they were almost never called on to tap dance. “People who hire us want something flashy, or something romantic,” he said. “They want a couple who can tango, or a couple who can do big lifts, for the charity balls. If it’s something like an engagement party or anniversary, they want a sexy, slow dance, always ending with the bite.”

  Rue admired how impersonally he said it, as if they were both professionals in this together, like actors rehearsing a scene. In fact, that was exactly appropriate, she decided.

  “I’ve never done this,” she said. “The biting thing. Ah, do you always bite the neck?” As if she didn’t care, as if she was quite matter-of-fact about the finale. She was proud of how calm she sounded.

  “That’s what the audience likes. They can see it best, and it’s traditional. In real life, of course—if I can use the phrase ‘real life’—we can bite anywhere. The neck and the groin have the big arteries, so they’re preferred. It isn’t fatal. I’ll only take a drop or two. We don’t need much as we get older.”

  Rue could feel her face flood with color. This matched what she’d learned from the university’s computers, though she’d felt obliged to have Sean confirm what she’d read. She needed to know all this, but she was embarrassed, just the same. It was like discussing sexual positions, rather than the more comparable eating customs: missionary vs. doggy-style, rather than forks vs. chopsticks.

  “Let’s try a tango,” Sean said. Rue put on her character shoes. “Can you wear a higher heel?” her partner asked impersonally.

  “Yes, I can dance in something higher, but that would put me too close to your height, don’t you think?”

  “I’m not proud,” he said simply. “It’s all in how it looks.”

  Aristocrat or not, he was a practical man. To Rue’s pleasure, Sean continued to be a great partner. He was very professional. He was patient, and since she was rusty, she appreciated his forbearance. As the session continued, Rue grew more confident. Her body began to recover its skills, and she began to enjoy herself immensely.

  She hadn’t had fun in forever.

  They ended up with a “cool-down” dance, a dreamy forties romantic song performed by a big band. As the music came to a close, Sean said, “Now I’ll dip you.” Then he lowered her, until her back was almost parallel with the floor. And he held the position. A human couldn’t have sustained it for long, but his arm under her shoulders was like iron. All she had to do was keep her graceful alignment with his body. “Then, I bite,” he said, and mimed a nip at her neck. He felt her shiver and willed her to relax. But she didn’t, and after a moment, he assisted her in standing up again.

  “We could have a booking this weekend, if you feel you’re up to it,” he said. “We’d have to practice every night, and you’d have to have your costumes ready.”
/>   She was relieved to have a safe topic to latch on to. Julie and Thompson were standing by the door, waiting for their turn in the practice room. They were listening with interest.

  “Sylvia said there was a wardrobe of costumes?”

  “I’ll show you,” Sean said. He sounded as calm and indifferent as he had at the beginning of the session.

  After she’d glanced in the room off Sylvia’s office, where costumes were hanging in rows on rolling racks, she went to the ladies’ room. As she was washing her hands, Julie came in. The young blonde looked especially happy, with flushed cheeks and a big smile.

  “I gotta tell you,” Julie said. “I’m really glad you picked Sean. I always thought Thompson was pretty hot, and Sean is as cold as they come.”

  “How long have you been dancing for Sylvia?” Rue asked. She wanted to steer clear of discussing her partner.

  “Oh, a year. I have a day job, too, clerking at an insurance agency, but you know how hard it is to get along. I settled in Rhodes because I thought a city in the middle of the country would be cheaper than either coast, but it’s hard for a girl to make it on her own.”

  Rue was able to agree with that wholeheartedly.

  “Hard to understand why the vampires do this,” she said.

  “They gotta live, too. I mean, most of them, they want a nice place to live, clean clothes and so on.”

  “I guess I always thought all vampires were rich.”

  “Not to hear them tell it. Besides, Thompson’s only been a vamp for twenty years.”

  “Wow,” Rue said. She had no idea what difference that would make, but Julie clearly thought she was revealing a significant fact.

  “He’s pretty low down on the totem pole,” Julie explained. “What’s unusual is finding a vamp as old as Sean performing. Most of the vamps that old think it’s beneath their dignity to work for a human.” She looked a wee bit contemptuous of Sean.

  Rue said, “You all have a good practice, Julie. I’ll see you soon.”

  “Sure,” Julie said. “Have a good week.”

  Rue hadn’t meant to be abrupt. But she had some sympathy for Sean. Just like her, he was making a living doing what he did best, and he didn’t have false pride about it. She could draw a lesson from that herself.

  That sympathy vanished the next night, when Rue discovered that Sean was following her home. After getting off the bus, she caught the barest glimpse of him as she walked the last block to her apartment. She ran up the steps as quickly as she could, and tried to act normally as she unlocked the common door and climbed up to her tiny apartment. Slamming the door behind her, her heart hammering, she wondered what she’d let herself in for. With the greatest caution, she left the lights off and crept over to the window. She would see him outside, looking up. She knew it. She knew all about it.

  He wasn’t there. She fed her cat in the dark, able to see the cans and the dish by the light of the city coming in the windows. She looked again.

  Sean wasn’t there.

  Rue sat down in the one chair she had, to think that over. Her heart quit hammering; her breathing slowed down. Could she have been mistaken? If she’d been a less-experienced woman she might have persuaded herself that was the case, but Rue had long since made up her mind not to second-guess her instincts. She’d seen Sean. Maybe he wanted to know more about his partner. But he hadn’t watched her once she was inside.

  Maybe he’d followed her to make sure she was safe, not to spy on her.

  It was hard for Rue to pay attention in her History of the British Isles class the next morning. She was still fretting. Should she confront him? Should she stay silent? She’d let her hair go all straggly for class, as she usually did, and she tucked it behind her ear while she bent over her notebook. She was so jangled by her indecision that she let her mind ramble. Her professor caught her by surprise when he asked her what she thought of the policy of the British during the Irish potato famine, and she had a hard time gathering up an answer to give him. To make the day even more unpleasant, while Rue was working on a term paper in the college library, she realized that the brunette across the table was staring at her. Rue recognized that look.

  “You’re that girl, aren’t you?” the girl whispered, after gathering her nerve together.

  “What girl?” Rue asked, with a stony face.

  “The girl who was a beauty queen? The one who—”

  “Do I look like a beauty queen?” Rue asked, her voice sharp and cutting. “Do I look like any kind of queen?”

  “Ah, sorry,” stammered the girl, her round face flushing red with embarrassment.

  “Then shut up,” Rue snarled. Rudeness was the most effective defense, she’d found. She’d had to force herself, at first, but as time went on, rudeness had become all too easy. She outstayed the flustered student, too; the girl gathered up her books and pencils and fled the library. Rue had discovered that if she herself left first, it constituted an admission.

  After dark, Rue set out to dance rehearsal with anger riding her shoulders.

  She debated all the way to Blue Moon. Should she confront her new partner? She needed the job so badly; she liked dancing so much. And though it embarrassed her to admit it to herself, it was a real treat to sometimes look as good as she could, instead of obscuring herself.

  Rue reached an internal compromise. If Sean behaved himself during this practice as well as he had during the first, if he didn’t start asking personal questions, she would let it go. She could dance this Friday and make some money, if she could just get through the week.

  She couldn’t prevent the anger rolling around her like a cloud when he came in, but he greeted her quite calmly, and she crammed her rage down to a bearable level.

  The dancing went even better that night. She was on edge, and somehow that sharpened her performance. Sean corrected a couple of arm positions, and she carefully complied with his suggestions. She made a few of her own.

  If he followed her home, she didn’t catch a glimpse of him. She began to relax about the situation.

  The next night, he bit her.

  “You don’t want the first time to be in front of a crowd,” he said. “You might scream. You might faint.” He seemed quite matter-of-fact about it. “Let’s do that thing we were working on, that duet to ‘Bolero.’”

  “Which is maybe the most hackneyed ‘sexy dance’ music in the world,” she said, willing to pick a fight to cover her anxiety.

  “But for a reason,” Sean insisted. “Reason” came out “rayson.” His Irish accent became more pronounced when he was upset, and Rue enjoyed hearing it. Maybe she would irritate him more often.

  The duet they’d been working on was definitely a modern ballet. They started out with Sean approaching Rue, gradually winning her, their hands and the alignment of their bodies showing how much they longed to touch. Finally they entwined in a wonderful complicated meshing of arms and legs, and then Sean lowered her to finish up in the position they’d practiced the night before, leaning Rue back over his arm.

  “We’ll go very low this time,” he said. “My right knee will touch the ground, and your legs should be extended parallel to my left leg. Put your left arm around my neck. Extend your right.”

  “Can you sustain that? I don’t want to end up in a heap on the floor.”

  “If I brace my right hand on the floor, I can hold us both up.” He sounded completely confident.

  “You’re the vampire,” she said, shrugging.

  “What’s my offense?” He sounded stung.

  “I didn’t realize you were going to be the boss of us,” she said, pleased to have jolted him out of his calm remove. “Aristocrat,” Sylvia had called him. Rue knew all about people who thought their money provided them with immunity. She also knew she wasn’t being reasonable, but she just couldn’t s
eem to stop being angry.

  “You’d like to be the one in charge?” he asked coldly.

  “No,” she said hastily. “It’s just that I—”

  “Then what?”

  “Nothing! Nothing! Let’s do the damn finale!” Every nerve in her body twanged with anxiety.

  She got into position with a precision that almost snapped. Her right leg extended slightly in front of her, touching his left leg, which he swept slightly behind him. He took both her hands and clasped them to his chest. His eyes burned into hers. For the first time, his face showed something besides indifference.

  It wasn’t smart of me to have a fight with him right before he bites me, Rue told herself. But the music began. With a feeling of inevitability, Rue moved through the dance with the vampire. Once she moved too far to the right, and once she lost track of her place in the routine, but she recovered quickly both times. And then she was leaning back gracefully, her left arm around Sean’s neck, her right arm reaching back, back, her hand in an appealing line. Sean was leaning over her, and she saw his fangs, and she jumped. She couldn’t help it.

  Then he bit her.

  All her problems were over, her every muscle relaxed, and she was whole again. Her body was smooth and even, and everything inside her was perfect and intact.

  The next thing Rue knew, she was weeping, sitting on the floor with her legs crossed. Sean was sitting by her side, leaning over with his arm around her shoulders.

  “It won’t be like this again,” he said quietly, when he was sure she would understand him.

  “Why did that happen? Is it that way for everyone?” She rubbed her face with the handkerchief Sean had handed her. Where he’d kept it, she couldn’t imagine.

  “No. The first time, you can see what makes you happiest.”

  Can, she noted. She was sure it could also hurt like hell. Sean had been generous.

  “It will feel pleasant next time,” Sean said. He didn’t add, “As long as I want it to,” but she could read between the lines. “But it won’t be so overwhelming.”

 

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