Carpathian 04 - Dark Magic

Dieu, ma femme, you are enough to drive me crazy.
    I forbid this .
    Savannah fell into step between the two men easily, her enormous eyes wide with interest. Gregori felt the beast lifting its head, roaring for release. The red haze spread, and hunger beat at him.
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    temples. His head was hurting and felt as if it might shatter.
    Savannah leaned in closer, her eyes holding his captive. The crowd had once more stopped while their host began his tale of ghosts and unexplained mysteries. His voice cast a spell over the group, adding to the appeal of the story, to the haunting illusion of the night. Randall felt as if he were drowning in her eyes, as if she had trapped him forever in the illuminating starlight. He wanted to give her anything, everything.
    His head said no, but his wildly beating heart and raging soul needed to confess his every thought to her.
    "We belong to a secret society," he whispered softly, his voice so low that only the two Carpathians could possibly hear. He didn't want his partner to know he was betraying the members. There was a curious buzzing in his head, like a swarm of bees. He broke out in a sweat.
    Savannah touched him lightly, a brushing of fingers across his arm. Curiously, she brought a refreshing breeze with that touch, one that cleared his head for a moment so that the oppressive pain lightened. Her smile sent a shiver of excitement through him, of such desire and need that he wanted to fall at her feet.
    "How exciting. Is it dangerous?" She tilted her head, an innocent seductress luring him closer and closer.
    Randall was aware of the smallness of her waist, the fullness of her breasts, the sway of her hips. He had never wanted anything more in his life, and her enormous eyes were focused only on him, saw only him.
    He swallowed hard. "Very dangerous. We hunt vampires. The real thing, not this nonsense."
    Her perfect mouth formed a small O. She had beautiful lips, rose-petal soft, moist, pouty, kissable lips.
    Savannah, stop now. He is dangerous, whether you think so or not. His mind stinks of the vampire.
    I might find out where Morrison is.
    I said no . Gregori reached out and shackled her wrist, yanking her from between the two men to the protection of his body. I will not use you to find the undead. He will trace the path back to you. I have no choice but to destroy this one .
    Her face paled visibly, long lashes sweeping down to conceal her eyes. Why not heal him as you did the captain ?
    I cannot heal what is essentially evil . His thumb feathered gently back and forth across the pulse beating so strongly in her inner wrist. He is a servant of the vampire, and you know it, Savannah. You knew it the moment you touched his mind. What you can find and trace, so can the vampire. And he is more adept than you. I cannot allow such a risk to you .
    Randall crowded close, wrapped in the thrall of mental compulsion. He perceived the hand on Savannah's wrist as evil, a coiled snake dragging her away from her rightful place at his side.
    Gregori focused on the partner, John Perkins. The man's mind was stronger than Randall Smith's. The vampire's hold on him was much blacker, as if Perkins had been in close contact for a longer period of time. He was staring at Savannah suspiciously. Gregori could easily pick out the dark lust, the jealousy that she chose Randall for her attention instead of him. Perkins was twisted inside, the vampire's compulsion working on his already depraved mind.
    Morrison knew how to choose his servants. The vicious, ugly nature of malicious men, those without friends or relatives, those hungry for violence and depravity. He sent them among the curious, those like Generated by ABC Amber LIT Conv erter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
    Gary, people with quick, intelligent minds open to the paranormal. People isolated by their very intelligence and open-mindedness. The vampire was able to use those intelligent men by luring them with false hopes, false promises, using them for research and the legwork needed for his legions of true servants.
    Gregori sighed softly. He was what he was. Guilt could not be a part of his existence. He was responsible for the continuation of his race and for Savannah's safety. He thrust into John Perkins's mind, past the vampire's control, and planted the