As if he hadn’t just regressed into a snarling beast, he forced himself to straighten, then snapped his shoulders back and raised his chin. “Yeah, OK.” He clenched his fists at his sides.
Yeah, OK? What the hell? Nobody ever told me vampires could have psychotic meltdowns. Maybe all the drugs I did in the 1960s have finally caught up with me. Did I just choose not to attack them because they were nice to me? Am I insane? Since when does my brain work when I’m near mortals?
He edged over to the door and held it open while the two humans entered and descended the staircase. He followed, already enraptured by the engulfing sound.
Can’t these people sense me? Don’t they realize a predator is behind them? What’s happened to human instincts?
They entered the chant-filled sound chamber and quietly found places to sit in the outermost circle. He kept a distance between himself and the others seated nearby and scanned the room. It was incredible. Whatever Grace had done to the walls made the area seem as if they’d stepped inside an amethyst quartz crystal. The circle area consisted of gentle risers, so that people in each circle sat slightly elevated over the row before. Scented candles burned atop tall, ornate holders, creating soft light and shadows. His vampire vision, especially attuned to the darkness, allowed him to see the blissful expressions on the faces of the participants. The sounds washed over and through him. Fifty voices chanted unfamiliar words, creating extraordinary harmonies. The vibrations lapped against his ears like the soothing waves of a vast sea. He imagined himself back in the womb.
His gaze finally locked on the only one who mattered, and he studied her as she sang, her face ecstatic. Grace’s long, blonde hair flowed down the front of her body, hiding all but the sleeves of her shiny, white shirt. With his sensitive hearing, he was able to eliminate all the other voices and tune into hers. It was the most beautiful sound he’d ever heard. Her timbre caressed him like summer rain and he felt his heart sputter, then beat wildly, which startled him because he’d previously had no occasion to allow his cold, dead heart to mimic life.
He closed his eyes, lost in the pleasure of her vocalizations, and began chanting himself. Or, more accurately, the chant took control. The sound simply happened. He’d heard about the concept of channelling, but he thought it was a scam. He’d never have guessed what an amazing sensation it was to simply allow sound to flow from his body without any conscious direction. He hadn’t sung in so many years, he was surprised by the power of his own tenor voice.
Suddenly, everyone in the room went silent. Everyone except Grace, that is. He’d stopped singing too, without even being aware of doing it. Had there been some imperceptible signal? Her glorious voice soared through the rarefied space as she leaned forwards, bringing her face near the woman on the floor, whose hands had relaxed at her sides. The sound was eerie and unearthly. Goosebumps rose on his arms - something that shouldn’t have been able to happen.
After a few seconds, Grace stopped singing and eased back from the woman. Like releasing a taut rubber band, the formerly limp recipient sprang to her feet, thrust her arms into the air, threw her head back and laughed. “She did it! Grace did it! I’m pain free for the first time since my cancer was diagnosed. Thank you, Grace! Thank you!”
Grace stood, opened her arms, and the woman collapsed against her, sobbing.
Ethan sniffed in the woman’s direction, expecting to recognize the familiar scent of impending death again and instead sensed . . . life. Shocked, he focused his full attention on the woman, scanning her body with his expanded perception, and was forced to acknowledge that he’d either been wrong when he declared her near death, or ... no. That was impossible. Chanting couldn’t have altered the woman’s physical body. Grace couldn’t possibly do anything so astounding. Impossible.
Then he frowned as it occurred to him that even if Grace had been able to do the impossible, the healing wasn’t the most bizarre thing in the room. Erasing cancer with sound was nothing compared to rising from the dead and drinking human blood to survive. Would all these people who took Grace’s miracle for granted be as open-minded about him? Yeah. He wouldn’t hold his breath - so to speak.
Still hugging and patting the woman, Grace addressed her audience. ?
??Thank you all for coming tonight and for lending your voices and your intentions to Mary’s healing. We’ve shared something magical and special. It’s been a wonderful night. I look forward to seeing you next time.” At her words, everyone stood quietly and began moving towards the door, appearing to be in a light trance.
Grace hugged Mary again, and released her to her waiting friends. Ethan remained seated as the room emptied. He wasn’t sure what he was going to do, but he felt driven to ... what? He had no idea. His heart still pounded unnaturally.
He rose and moved quietly - with only human speed so as not i to frighten her - to the centre of the circle where Grace had bent to retrieve the pad from the floor. As she straightened and saw him standing in front of her, she gasped.
“You’re the angel in my dream.” She backed away, let go of the pad and pressed her palms to her face. “I must be in an altered state. You’re just a figment of my imagination. I’ve felt strange all day. This vision will pass any minute now. I’ll just keep on talking to myself until you vanish.”
“I’m sorry to startle you,” Ethan said softly. “And to disappoint you. I’m afraid I’m no angel. And I probably could appear to vanish, but I’d rather not, if you don’t mind.” His gaze locked on her brown eyes and he had to force himself not to entrance her. For some reason it seemed important that she speak to him of her own accord. He struggled to control the urge to touch her.
Grace dropped her hands from her face and stared at Ethan. She reached out a finger and poked his chest. “You’re real.” She retreated another step, blinked a couple of times, and shook her head. “I’m so sorry. You must think I’m incredibly rude and very strange. I’m not myself immediately after a sound healing session. My brain waves don’t return to normal right away. For a moment, you reminded me of ... someone I’ve seen before. The resemblance is very strong.” She stopped talking and stared again for a few seconds. “Have we met before? You really do seem very familiar.” Anxiety shadowed her features.
He heard Grace’s heart speed up, so he sent a light relaxation command. She inhaled a deep breath and released it. Her rhythm slowed. Deciding it might be wise to change the subject temporarily so as not to scare her - yet - he said, “I just wanted to tell you how moved I was by your session. I’ve never seen anyone heal with sound before. I’m impressed.” He added another subtle, mental nudge, suggesting she would feel at ease with him. Trust him. He wasn’t trying to manipulate her, only to allow a bond to form before he told the truth.
She gave a gentle nod and visibly calmed. “Thank you. I sometimes forget how unusual sound healing is to the rest of the world. I’m so used to doing it that it seems very normal to me.” She offered her hand. “I’m Grace Blackburn.” She cocked her head, inviting him to introduce himself.
Ethan grasped her hand. “Ethan . . .” He paused, unaccustomed to using his last name. In the vampire world nobody used surnames. “Ethan James.” He hoped the last blood he’d taken had warmed his skin sufficiently so she wouldn’t notice the coolness of his grip. He was relieved when she gave no indication of discomfort. It was so strange to be near a mortal without the bloodlust riding him. He was definitely in a parallel universe. “Do you have a few moments to talk? I’d really like to hear more about your healing techniques.”
A beautiful smile spread her lips. “I’d love to talk to you . . . uh, about the sound healing. It isn’t often I meet such a handsome man.” She paused, her eyes wide. “Oh! Did I say that out loud? I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me tonight. I don’t usually connect with new people so easily. Especially men ...”
Ethan laughed. “I’m happy to be the exception.” What am I doing, laughing like an idiot? She’ll be disgusted and repelled as soon as she finds out what I am. What the hell is happening to me?
Grace nodded towards a small couch against the wall. “Shall we be comfortable while we talk?”
Ethan grinned. His idea of being comfortable involved a lot less clothing, but sitting was a good start. It wasn’t likely he’d be taking her home to his cardboard box. But who knew what would happen? He’d never been so attracted to a human before. He bowed. “Excellent idea. After you.”
Keeping their gazes locked, they moved to the couch and sat close.
“What you did tonight was extraordinary,” Ethan shared. “How can you be sure the woman’s cancer is gone? Can you sense it?”
Grace smiled. “Gee, smart and gorgeous.” She rolled her eyes. “Sorry, my mouth seems to have a mind of its own. I’ll just go ahead and apologize in advance for anything else I might blurt out. But to answer your question, yes. I can sense it. Sort of. OK, this is going to sound weird, but it’s as if I can feel the obstructions - or misalignments - in the body or the psyche as the sound flows around and interacts with them. Then, I imagine the disruption smoothed out by the vibrations and it seems to happen.” She paused. “Now you probably think I’m a complete deviant! Not a normal person, right? You wouldn’t be the first.”
Ethan frowned. She doesn’t think she’s normal? “I think you’re incredible. I wish I had your skills. I used to sing and play music years ago, but I never explored the healing aspects of music. Your talent fascinates me.”