"They came of their own free will, and they are of the age of consent," Janos said.
"So what happens now?" I asked.
"Ivy, chain that one over there." He pointed as he said it to some fur-lined manacles to the left of the door. Ivy and Bruce picked up the girl, pulled her to her feet, and led her stumbling to the wall.
"Her back facing the room, please."
I stepped next to Jean-Claude and whispered, though I knew within reason they'd hear, "I don't like this."
"Nor I, ma petite."
"Can we stop it without breaking the truce?"
"Not unless they offer harm to us directly, no."
"What happens if I break the truce?"
"They will try to kill us, most likely."
There were five vampires in the room, three of them older than Jean-Claude. We would die. Dammit.
The blonde girl sobbed and struggled, pulling at her arms as the vampires chained her to the wall. She screamed and pulled so violently that without the fur lining she'd have bloodied her wrists.
A woman stepped into the room from the side door. She was tall, taller than Jean-Claude. Her skin was the color of coffee with two creams. Her dark hair fell in long cornrows to her waist. She was dressed in a black, patent leather body suit. It left very little to the imagination. She strode hard on her heels, a very human walk. But she wasn't human.
"Kissa," Jean-Claude said. "You are still with Serephina." He sounded surprised.
"Not all of us have your luck." Her voice was thick like honey. There was a smell like spices in the air, and I wasn't sure if it was her perfume or illusion.
Her high-boned face was empty of makeup and still she was beautiful--though I wondered what she'd look like if she weren't clouding my mind. Because surely no human could have radiated the raw sexuality that clung to Kissa like a touchable cloud.
"I am sorry you are here, Kissa."
She smiled. "Don't pity me, Jean-Claude. Serephina has promised you to me, before Janos breaks that beautiful body of yours."
Six vampires, four of them older than Jean-Claude. The odds were not going in our favor.
"Chain the other girl there." Janos motioned to a matching set of manacles to the right of the door.
The girl shook her head. "No way." She just refused to go, and she struggled better than the blonde. She threw her body on the ground and used every inch of it, not to fight, just not to go.
Two vampires several centuries old, powerful enough to make my teeth hurt, and they had to pick her up from both ends and carry her to the wall. She'd finally started to scream, one loud, ragged, rage-filled sound after another. The dark-haired vamp pinned her to the wall, and the other one chained her.
"I can't just watch this," Larry said. He was standing very close to me; maybe he didn't know the vampires would hear his whispers.
It didn't really matter. "Neither can I."
We were going to get ourselves killed; might as well take as many of them with us as we could.
Jean-Claude turned around, as if he could smell us going for our guns. "Ma petite, Monsieur Kirkland, do not go for your weapons. They are treading legalities. The women have come to help entertain. They will not kill them."
"You're sure of that?" I asked.
He frowned. "I am sure of nothing anymore, but I believe that they will keep their word. The women are frightened and a little bruised, but they are not harmed."
"This isn't harm?" Larry asked. He looked outraged, and I couldn't blame him.
I answered him. "Vampires have a very unique sense of what's harmful, don't they, Jean-Claude?"