damn his rotten soul to hell.

viper had been in the world for centuries. he had witnessed the rise and fall of empires. he had seduced the most beautiful women in the world. he had taken the blood of kings, czars, and pharaohs.

he had even changed the course of history at times.

now he was sated, jaded, and magnificently bored.

he no longer struggled to broaden his power base. he didn't involve himself in battles with demons or humans. he didn't form alliances or interfere in politics.

his only concern was ensuring the safety of his clan and keeping his business profitable enough to allow him the luxurious lifestyle he had grown accustomed to.

but somehow the shalott demon had managed the impossible.

she had managed to linger in his thoughts long after she had disappeared.

for weeks she had haunted his memories and even invaded his dreams. she was like a thorn that had lodged beneath his skin and refused to be removed.

a realization that he wasn't sure pleased or annoyed him as he had scoured the streets of chicago in search of the woman.

glancing at his latest acquisition, he didn't have to wonder if shay was pleased or annoyed. even in the muted light it was obvious her glorious golden eyes were flashing with fury.

clearly she failed to fully appreciate the honor he was bestowing upon her.

his lips twitched with amusement as he was returning his attention to the troll standing behind the podium.

"you may call me viper," he informed the lesser demon with cold dislike.

the red eyes briefly widened. it was a name that inspired fear throughout chicago. "of course. forgive me for not recognizing you, sir. you... ah..." he swallowed heavily. "you have the cash upon you?"

with a motion too swift for most eyes, viper had reached beneath his cloak and tossed a large packet onto the stairs leading to the stage.

"i do."

with a flourish, evor banged the gavel on the podium. "sold."

there was a low hiss from the shalott, but before viper could give her the proper attention, there was the sound of low cursing and a small, wiry human was pushing his way through the crowd.

"wait. the bidding is not yet closed," the stranger charged

viper narrowed his gaze. he might have laughed at the absurdity of the scrawny man attempting to bully his way through towering demons, but he didn't miss the scent of sour desperation that clouded about him, or the blackness that darkened his soul.

this was a man who had been touched by evil.

the troll, evor, frowned as he regarded the man, clearly unimpressed by the cheap, baggy suit and secondhand shoes. "you wish to continue?"

"yes."

"you have the cash upon you?"

the man swiped a hand over the sweat clinging to his bald head. "not upon me, but i can easily have it to you-"

"cash and carry only," evor growled, his gavel once again hitting the podium.

"no. i will get you the money."

"the bidding is over."

"wait. you must wait i-"

"get out before i have you thrown out."

"no." without warning the man was racing up the stairs with a knife in his hand. "the demon is mine."

as quick as the man was, viper had already moved to place himself between the stranger and his shalott. the man gave a low growl before turning and stalking toward the troll. easier prey than a determined vampire. but then again, most things were.

"now, now. there is no need to become unreasonable." evor hastily gestured toward the hulking bodyguards at the edge of the stage. "you knew the rules when you came."

with lumbering motions the mountain trolls moved forward, their hulking size and skin as thick as tree bark making them nearly impossible to kill.

viper folded his arms over his chest. his attention remained on the demented human, but he couldn't deny that he was disturbingly aware of the shalott behind him.

it was in the sweet scent of her blood. the warmth of her skin. and the shimmering energy that swirled about her.

his entire body reacted to her proximity. it was as if he had stepped close to a smoldering fire that offered a promise of heat he had long forgotten.

unfortunately his attention was forced to remain on the seeming madman waving the knife in a threatening motion. there was something decidedly strange in the human's determination. a stark panic that was out of place.

he would be an idiot to underestimate the danger of the sudden standoff.

"stay back," the small man squeaked.

the trolls continued forward until viper lifted a slender hand. "i would not come close to the knife. it is hexed."

"hexed?" evot's face hardened with fury. "magical artifacts are forbidden. the punishment is death."

"you think a pathetic troll and his goons can frighten me?" the intruder lifted his knife to point it directly at evor's face. "i came here for the shalott and i'm not leaving without her. i'll kill you all if i have to."

"you may try," viper drawled.

the man spun about to confront him. "i have no fight with you, vampire."

"you are attempting to steal my demon "

"i'll pay you. whatever you want."

"whatever?" viper flicked a brow upward. "a generous, if rather foolhardy bargain."

"what is your price?"

viper pretended to consider a moment. "nothing you could offer."

that sour desperation thickened in the air. "how do you know? my employer is very rich... very powerful"

ah. now they were getting somewhere.

"employer. so you are merely an envoy?"

the man nodded, his eyes burning like coals in their sunken sockets. "yes "

"and your employer will no doubt be quite disappointed to learn you have failed in your task to gain the shalott?"

the pale skin became a sickly gray. viper suspected that the sense of darkness he could detect was directly related to the mysterious employer.

"he will kill me."

"then you are in quite a quandary, my friend, because i have no intention of allowing you to leave the room with my prize."

"what do you care?"

viper's smile was cold. "surely you must know that shalott blood is an aphrodisiac for vampires? it is a most rare treat that has been denied us for too long."

"you intend to drain her?"

"that is none of your concern. she is mine. bought and paid for."

he heard a strangled curse from behind him, along with the rattle of chains. his beauty was clearly unhappy with his response and anxious to prove her displeasure by ripping him limb from limb.

a tiny flicker of excitement raced through him.

blood of the saints, but he liked his women dangerous.

chapter two

shay cursed the shackles that held her bound to the pole.

she cursed evor, the greedy, remorseless son of a bitch.

she cursed the strange human who smelted of mat foul evil she had sensed before.

and most of all she cursed viper for treating her as no more than an expensive party treat.

unfortunately the worthless cursing was all she could do as the clearly crazed human waved about his knife.

"she's mine. i must have her."

the vampire never flinched. in fact, he stood so still that he appeared more dead than alive. only the cold power surging through the air warned there was something stirring beneath the beautiful facade.

"you intend to battle me with no more than a hexed knife?" he demanded.

the man swallowed. "i cannot defeat a vampire."

"ah, you are not quite so stupid as you look."

the tiny eyes darted about and shay felt everyone tense. the man was desperate enough to try battling his way through a vampire. when he moved, however, it was not toward viper but instead toward the gawking evor. with astonishing skill he had his arm around the troll's neck and the knife pressed into the flabby skin of his throat

"i will kill him. as long as he holds the shalott's curse she will die as well." his gaze remained trained on viper, no doubt aware he was far more dangerous than any other demon in the room. "she will do you no good if she dies before you can drain her."

shay sucked in a sharp breath. she wasn't afraid to die. but, by god, if she were going to her grave she didn't want it to be while she was shackled to a pole and helpless to fight back.

viper didn't move but his power was filling the room like an icy wave. the air stirred the silver strands of his hair and billowed the velvet cape.

"you will not kill her," he said in tones that made a shiver run down shay's spine. "i do not believe your employer would be pleased if she is brought to him as a corpse."

the man gave a wild laugh. "if she ends up in the hands of another, i'm worse than dead. she might as well go with me."

"so does your employer desire her, or fear her?" viper murmured, smoothly moving forward. "who is he? a demon? a sorcerer?"

"stop or i will kill her."

"no." viper continued his flowing snide. "you will drop the knife and walk away."