Darkest Memories

by April Hackett

Chapter 4


 

Karen glanced toward the pile of linen on the bed. Sensing a vampire under them, she  moved to the side of the bed and carefully sat down on it. Pulling the linen back, she got  her first look at Nicholas.

LaCroix was leaning against the door, watching her. He heard her slight intake of breath  when she pulled the linen down around Nick's waist. His face and neck was beaded with  blood sweat and his skeleton was visible through his skin with marked clarity. Even  though any external wounds were healed, she wondered how bad the emotional ones  were, considering his present condition. As she examined him, Nicholas twitched slightly,  then moaning softly, rolled over onto his left side. Karen noticed the half healed bite mark  on his neck and glanced back at LaCroix briefly.

Bringing his arm to her lips, she slid her canines into his wrist. Taking a sip, then another,  she was assaulted by the fire of him, the bright essence of his being. Screening her  presence from Nicholas, she began filtering through the memories of the last few weeks,  pulling the ones that she would need to the fore. The images were intense; the sun boiling  his skin, the pull of the hunger during his confinement, his hatred for the men just out of  reach, the beast breaking loose. She scanned for any information that would identify who  knew of him and where he had been held. There was a brief glimpse of someone who had  reports in their hand: <Damn!> She slid her fangs out of his flesh and after a moment,  licked the last of the blood off his wrist. Pulling the covers back over him, she gestured  for LaCroix to leave the room and rose to follow right behind him.

After closing the door, she turned to LaCroix. "What images are you getting from him?"

Studying her for a moment, he decided to be forthcoming with his answers. "The main  ones are of the cage, the sun when the Nazis realized it had an effect, and two men, a  captain and a colonel of the S.S." LaCroix answered as they walked back downstairs.  "Nicholas thought the captain's name was Schmitt, I believe. I also have sensed something  of the capture and of course his hunger."

Stopping at the bottom of the stairs, Karen turned to LaCroix. "Do you know where he  was held? There was no memory of it in him."

"No, I don't. We found him unconscious on the outskirts of the village near one of my  estates in France. I will give you the location before you leave."

"Yes, do so, then I will begin looking into this problem. With the memories I have now, I  should be able to piece together what we need to clean up this incident." Walking to the  foyer, Karen turned back to LaCroix. "Don't erase anything yet. I know it will be hard on  him, but I need the memories fresh in case more information is required." After LaCroix  gave Karen the location of the estate, she left with a brisk rush of air.

LaCroix turned to go back upstairs. He could feel the dreams beginning again and wanted  to try and soothe them before things escalated. Hopefully, this whole mess would be  finished very soon.

NEXT--CHAPTER 5

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