Jaxon kept her eyes fixed on him, the tension all at once draining from her body. She began to laugh softly. “You can’t possibly believe that your voice can make me believe the impossible, can you? Lucian is not trapped in the earth. He is everywhere, all around you.” She waved an arm, and the ancient hunter sprang up at every point, east, west, north, and south. He was in the clouds above their heads and leaning against the rocks with lazy indolence. Lucian, tall and handsome, his black eyes glittering.
The vampire whirled around, his long black cape swirling like a magician’s. Jaxon took the opportunity to put a little more distance between them. The large head of the undead began to undulate in a reptilian manner, a long, slow hiss escaping him, betraying his anger. The red-rimmed eyes settled on her like a suffocating cloak of malignancy. “You think to frighten me with your childish tricks.” He waved his arms, and the images faded away as if they had never been. Even as he did so, scorpions erupted out of the holes the octopus arms had made. Scores of them blackened the earth, making the surface of the soil itself seem to be moving toward her. She could hear the clicking as the horrible insects rushed at her.
Jaxon tried to leap skyward, but something oppressive forced her back down. It seemed there was no escaping the swarm coming at her, their stingers poised and ready. For one beat her heart slammed painfully in her chest, and then she relaxed, smiling sweetly at the vampire. “We are reduced to this then?” She waved a hand, and the thick onslaught of scorpions wavered, began to turn on one another, and thrust their stingers into one another. “It’s amusing but rather silly.”
“Come to me.” He held out his hands to her.
Jaxon’s eyebrows shot up. “Just like that? You think to win so easily? I don’t think I want to make it that easy. You would never fully appreciate me.” She was trying to ignore the stains on his daggerlike nails. The sight of the dark brownish color turned her stomach How many humans killed? How many hunters had he destroyed? How much innocent blood was on his hands? “I’m not so easily won.” She knew Lucian would come. Knew it.
Jaxon wanted to reach for him, to merge her mind with his, but she was too exhausted. She conserved her energy, certain she would need it soon enough. Whatever the vampire had done to trap Lucian, to delay him, would never hold him.
The wind rushed at her, a whirling minitornado that pushed and tugged at her, attempting to drive her toward the undead. The beauty of his face was beginning to disintegrate, his features going gray and slack, the flesh hanging loosely, as if he couldn’t quite be bothered to keep up appearances. The bones of his skull were far more prominent now, his eyes sunken into dark, merciless pits. “You will do as I command.”
“You think?” Jaxon began to laugh. “Do you know who he is?”
The vampire stirred, a rippling of his cloak, a gnashing of his teeth. “It does not matter. He will die like those who have come before.”
“You really don’t know, do you? How funny. He is Lucian. The ancient. The most famous of all hunters.” She said it softly, sweetly, her voice nearly as gentle and pure as that she had heard Lucian use.
The vampire went very still except for a sudden pronounced tick under his left eye. “Lucian is long dead, I have heard it said. But I do not believe it. It is also said he is one of our kind. That I believe.”
Jaxon shrugged, a delicate, feminine gesture. “Nevertheless, it is Lucian, and he is a hunter unsurpassed by any other.” She lifted her arms just as she felt the connection with her lifemate once more, the complete merging, the strength pouring into her. She caught impressions of a terrible struggle, still fresh in his mind, yet he had been the one to wither the appendage when it had first claimed her, he had aided her in building illusions even as he fought for his life. Again she waved her arms, encompassing the entire surrounding area as she addressed the vampire. “Can’t you feel his presence? Can’t you feel him? He is everywhere, all at once. All around us. There is no way to defeat one such as Lucian.” As she waved her hands, images of Lucian once more appeared in all directions, lined up like paper dolls, standing tall and straight, leaning lazily against the rocks, reaching up toward the clouds, arms dangling at his sides.