Paging Dr. Hart
Prologue
The world is very much as it always has been. There are some people in the know and then there are the others that are happily oblivious. The hunter and the hunted or the predator and the prey abound and it has been that way for centuries. Some people are wealthier, more beautiful, more intelligent or just better off than their neighbors. Some of them are all of these. In a world where movies and internet can make a person's fantasy life come true, people simply do not believe any longer in what could be. Perhaps it is time to change this path and begin looking under the bed for monsters once more. In our world, the supernatural is out there. In our world love can happen. All it takes for it to come true is belief.
Chapter 1
Alexander Lucard sat behind his desk. His eyes were intent on a file folder that was marked Hart, Khryssa Leigh. He had his people give him as much information about this woman as they possibly could. Her birthday was 28 February and she was twenty-five years old. She had graduated from medical school at the age of twelve. The following four years, she had earned two more degrees. One in law and the other in business, all three of her degrees came from the University of Texas. He thought that odd, with a mind like Dr. Khryssa Hart possessed, she could have gone anywhere in the world to study. Apparently there was a streak of loyalty in the woman.
Reading further down the information it stated that she attended school in Texas because they were the only medical school in the US that would allow for such a young person to attend. He rubbed his chin, thinking. She was from a very prominent political family on the east coast of the USA. That alone could make this woman very helpful. It was also noted that she was not in any sort of relationship. Flipping to the front of the file there was a picture attached. It was a candid shot taken when the woman did not know anyone was near. She had a disarming smile and was extraordinarily beautiful. And her favorite food was coffee. Coffee is now considered a food, he frowned. Surely that had to be a joke.
His intercom beeped. "Yes Greta?"
"Mr. Lucard, Dr. Khryssa Hart is here to see you."
"Send her in, oh and bring her a cup of coffee, black."
"Yes Sir."
She was young and looked it. Alexander already knew that she was only twenty five years old. Dr. Khryssa Hart stood before him. She was quite tall, having to be six feet tall if she was an inch. Dark hair was neatly tied at the nape of the neck, allowing for soft ringlets to cascade back and out of the way. She had eyes to match the hair, dark as the starry skies at midnight. Deep dark eyes were fathomless depths that drank in every single detail. A delicate smile curved a generous mouth. The color of her unpainted lips was a sight to behold, a beautiful wine stained softness. Every fiber in her being seemed to speak to him and he yearned to stroke her skin. He wanted her. Being the man that he was, Alexander Lucard usually got what he desired. He rose from his seat when she entered.
"Mr. Lucard, it is a pleasure to meet you. I'm Khryssa Hart. I realize that you have been dealing with my father over this matter of acquisition. Though since this has progressed this far, I figured it was better that we met. I do hope you accept my apology that we have not had a chance to get together sooner." Her voice was like wine and roses. Something smooth yet spiced with a fragrance of words.
He was rather impressed with the fact she did not announce her title. It showed strength that her name was enough, and not needing to add little tidbits that were senseless. "It is a pleasure Doctor. Please have a seat. I accept your apology, not to worry." Alexander Lucard's voice purred with warmth that was nearly tangible.
Khryssa Hart sat gracefully. Long legs were tucked back and slender hands smoothed down the hem of her skirt. It was not nervousness, merely a gesture of propriety. Looking to the man before her, she smiled a polite smile. "I do appreciate it Mr. Lucard. I do not like to leave arrangements such as these to just anyone."
Greta stepped into the office, briefly. She brought the younger woman a large cup of coffee with no accompaniments. Greta had listened to her employer's orders to bring in the coffee black. She murmured softly. "Dr. Hart, coffee for you if you would care for some." Setting it down on the table next to the woman's chair, Greta left quickly.
Khryssa smiled warmly. Dark eyes lit up with the scent of coffee drifting near. "Thank you very much Greta. It is appreciated."
Alexander nodded to his assistant when she left and did not say a word. He was pleased to the fact that the young woman before him had used Greta's name.
For the last seven years Dr. Khryssa Leigh Hart had been working on her own company, it was a small pharmaceutical firm. Along with that venture she had been finishing up her fellowship in oncology. It was just a year ago that her company had finished a study that Khryssa herself had started in medical school. It was a new treatment for tumors. It worked on both malignant and benign types. Absolutely brilliant was this new discovery, it had already passed the FDA guidelines and was looking to be marketed soon. Her goal was to make it the most affordable treatment and the most effective treatment on the market for cancer.
The young woman loved research and being a physician. She hated business side of her career choice. To Khryssa it was tiresome and time consuming. Dealing with the business end of things was time that could have been spent in the lab or her office. This was her last dealings with the business world if she had her way. She was selling the company that she had started.
"Since you have already agreed on the negotiation points Mr. Lucard, I trust that you have read over the paperwork. Our lawyers are downstairs waiting for a suitable expectation of benefits to be reached. "A smile was added to the end of her words.
"Yes, you are wishing only 10 percent of the net profit of the firm's proprietary products for the first ten years. Why so low doctor?" He truly was curious. She had asked for very little in return monetarily.
"Because Mr. Lucard, I want a job. I do not wish to run a company and all that goes along with it. My father is a U.S. Senator. He does not have the time to devote to the pharmaceutical world. I do not have the desire in that capacity. I would rather be in the lab." A small shrug was given. Yet, she never broke eye contact with Alexander.
"You wish to be the director of the newly founded pharmaceutical branch of Lucard Industries." It was not a question.
"Correct." The reply was simple and direct. There was no hesitation in her voice.
"The terms are, of course, agreeable doctor. You know that the terms are set by the contract we both have written and read. I was merely curious to your reasoning through. I also wished to meet the brilliant woman that was able to turn an idea into a multibillion dollar venture in so few years."
He paused, smiling, before continuing with his thought.
"I would like to extend an invitation to you for dinner. I would enjoy hearing more about how this project came to be." His mind was whirring. He did not want to see her leave so quickly. There was something about this woman, far more than her beauty, which seized him.
"I am afraid I am going to have to decline Mr. Lucard. I have family here in town and I am spending time with them. But, thank you Sir. Perhaps another time we shall have this dinner Mr. Lucard? "She extended a hand and smiled. At the same time, she rose from the seat.
"I insist, doctor" Alexander Lucard was not pleased with Khryssa's refusal.
Alexander stepped out from behind the desk; he took her hand in his and stroked the soft skin in a gentle manner. He held her hand for a moment too long, enjoying the warmth of her flesh. With a gesture to the door, his hand brushed the small of her back, escorting the young woman down to the lawyers.
The long day had finally passed. For that Khryssa was eternally grateful. She was sitting with her family, in the living room of her great-uncle. A glass of wine was held in a delicate hand. Surrounded by her parents, her uncle, and a couple of cousins, it was a wonderful respite. A sense of foreboding had washed through her earlier. It had nothing to do with the sale of her company, which was now in the hands of a multitude of lawyers. It was the feeling that she was far too old for her age. Having graduated medical school at twelve, she had been at least 15 years early for what she was doing.
"Ah Uncle Gustav, dinner was delicious!" smiling warm, she turned to her uncle with a renewed sparkle in her eyes.
The other family members chimed in with their thanks as well. Only James and Jael Hart, her parents, knew what had happened today. The sale of the company had been kept very quiet in order to keep stock prices from jumping about. It was then that Gustav asked the question.
"Khrys, what are you doing here anyway? It isn't the right time of year for a visit and you are usually too busy to give just an out of the blue social call."
She smiled again, taking a glance to her mother and father.
"I sold my company Uncle Gustav. Alexander Lucard bought it along with the intellectual property that I created."
"WHAT? Khryssa you can't do that."
"It is done Uncle Gustav. The papers are signed and the lawyers are happy."
"No matter Khryssa, you cannot be around that man. He is evil"
She laughed easily; it was a warm sound and pleasant to the senses. "Uncle Gustav, he is a businessman. Most of them are varying degrees of evil! Besides, in the agreement I am taking over his pharmaceuticals department within the new branch. I start working there next week. Though you should be happy to know Uncle, that I did decline a dinner with him to be here tonight" Khryssa had to tease her uncle about it. The fondness for the much older man was apparent in her voice. "Besides, I know the stories all too well. I grew up with them."
"Khrys…." Uncle Gustav started.
"Khrys, Uncle Gustav, it is over and done. No need to worry about it now. It is a night to celebrate!" Jeri Hart chimed in.
Finally after several hours the night died down and everyone left for various rooms or hotels. Khryssa retired to a hotel for the night. Her new home was not ready to be occupied yet.
The night went on without another incident. Too soon she fell into the rhythm of her new home and work. Uncle Gustav, with the kids, went about their own routines in order to maintain what they knew that had to be done.
A year had passed. In the blink of an eye, it was gone. The department under her care ran smoothly. Rarely did Khryssa Hart see her employer. Oh yes there were the regular business meetings with Alexander Lucard and the other directors within the company, but that was all. The dinner was never been mentioned again.
Days passed and the holidays were upon everyone. The season was in full swing and Christmas time in Luxembourg was simply breathtaking. A decent dusting of snow on the ground made everything sparkle with a clean whiteness. December 21st was a delightfully cold night. It also was the night of the Lucard Industries Winter Ball.
It had been a last minute decision to attend. Something to wear was thrown together and she was off. The party had just gotten underway. Khryssa was escorted out of her limo by the driver. She had come alone. Feeling rather unsure about her choice in coming, a prickle of nervousness sat in her belly. It was difficult to meet new people when you worked over 12 hours a day. Not to mention the fact that people, especially men were a bit put off by her successes. With a sigh of determination she stepped out of the car and into the freshly falling snow.
"Thank you Richard, I doubt I will be long. I am guessing maybe an hour. I will call you when I need you again, that way you are not out here in the cold waiting."
"Yes Ma'am" He returned her smile and with a tip of the hat he was gone.
It was just a few steps to the door. Heels clicked across the shoveled walk in a staccato strike. The dress was a pale natural color, strung with silver. It glittered and danced as she with each step she took. The hem swept across long legs. Slightly longer in the back than the front, it bared just the ankles with her delicate stride. Dark hair was pulled up into a fashionably messy twist. The style allowed for loose curls to lick at fair cheeks. Porcelain skin was on show. The dress left the shoulders, back and neckline bare. With just a touch of makeup Khryssa Hart looked like a Christmas angel.
Sweeping through the room, she was oblivious to eyes turning to stare. Rarely did she dress up for work. She was typically in scrubs and a lab coat. If she was being fashionable on the weekends that she was in her office, Khryssa wore jeans. She caught one of her lab techs watching and blushed beautifully. She truly was a sight to behold.
One of the other directors, this one a financial director, whom she knew slightly came up to say hello. He was resplendent in his tux, but there was something about him that made her cringe. Khryssa had no idea what was it about this man that left her so uneasy.
"Hello Steven, it is a pleasure to see you again." She spoke softly, polite as always.
"Khryssa!" He leaned in to kiss her cheek. The man was completely unaware that she flinched with his touch. "It is wonderful to see you."
She wondered how to get away and get away quickly. Perhaps this wasn't the best of ideas, she thought. The small clutch in her hand was grasped tighter. She could call her driver back in a matter of seconds.
"May I –" Steven was just about to ask her to dance when he was interrupted.
Alexander Lucard cut a dashing figure in his tuxedo. It was a black tie affair and he made the fabric positively sing with his body beneath it. His accented voice spoke out, cutting the other man off. A long fingered hand was extended to the young woman before him.
"Excuse me Steven; I need a moment of the good doctor's time."
Khryssa slid her hand into his. She was extremely grateful for this interruption. Within a blink of the eye, she was whisked away and out of sight from the other man. He took her, without speaking, onto the ballroom floor. The orchestra just started to play Maid with the Flaxen Hair.
"I do hope you dance doctor, or we are going to look rather silly" Alexander whispered in her ear.
There was a throaty laugh, a warm sound that engulfed all the senses. "I dance just fine Mr. Lucard. Thank you for the rescue." Amusement sparkled in her dark eyes. She placed her hand on his shoulder and the dance began.
"Call me Alexander" He caressed the bare skin of her back.
"Of course Alexander and I would hope you could return the favor and call me Khryssa."
Alexander and Khryssa danced together in perfect harmony. Their bodies were pressed close. He held her in a rather possessive way throughout the dance. A breath was taken. Inhaling her scent, he closed his eyes. The swirl of her blood pulsing beneath fragrant skin was intoxicating.
Alexander gazed at the woman in his arms intensely. She was a magnificent creature. He watched her from afar many times. Now he finally was able to hold her in his arms, even if it was just briefly. He normally would just take what he wanted. With this woman though, Alexander needed her to crave him with the same sort of desire that he felt.
"You are a beautiful woman." The words were whispered in her ear. He leaned in closer to lightly graze his cheek against her delightfully smooth one. He could feel the pressure behind the gums. The billionaire vampire wanted to sink fangs into her throat more than he desired the power. He wanted to taste her skin. He frowned briefly, before she could see it. This was quite unlike him.
She was a touch uncomfortable with the intimacy between them. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, was the first thought that sprang to mind. This was not the same discomfort she felt with Steven. He made Khryssa nervous. This was just too different for her world.
The dance ended and Alexander escorted Khryssa off of the floor. He laced his arm through her slender one. Holding her with the same possessive grip that he had on the dance floor, they made the rounds together. He spoke to various people of different importance. She mostly stayed quiet. Khryssa being there with Alexander was at his insistence. He wanted her right there. He wanted her besides him. Once more, heads turned and people stared. She was with the boss. She was obviously the center of his attention. A few of them sneered in their minds or to their partners, "for now". Alexander Lucard was not known for a lengthy attention span when it came to women.
"Alexander, if you would excuse me please, I need to be going." Khryssa smile politely and began excusing herself from the group.
Fury brewed in his blue eyes. "You cannot leave Khryssa." It was a statement of his desires.
"I told my driver that I would only be about an hour Alexander."
"Call your driver and tell him that I will take you home."
"No thank you Alexander. I need to leave." She pulled her arm free and walked away. Her brow furrowed as she headed outside. That was just too strange. As much as Khryssa wanted to put it off to the Europeans different than Americans, she knew better.
Fury burned bright in Alexander Lucard's eyes, making them even lighter and brighter than normal. He was angered beyond belief. Unused to people not bending to his will, this new feeling was almost inconceivable. He wasn't sure if it made him crave Khryssa Hart more or if it made him want to rip her throat out. He stared after the retreating figure before reluctantly returning to the party. He would see her again very soon.
One of the party goers breathed a sigh of relief when the vision of the leaving woman and the angered Lucard caught his eye. Uncle Gustav, in a minor disguise, stepped back into the shadows of the party to watch the goings on.
Another of the party goers stared with hatred at the enigmatic Alexander Lucard. The fact that the man even dared to touch Khryssa Hart angered the shadowed figure to almost the point of violence.
She sat in the back of the limo alone. The cold started penetrating the soft wrap that was wound around slender shoulders. She didn't ask the driver to turn the heat up. Much too lost in thought to even speak. She wasn't used to feeling that way. Vulnerable. Khryssa had the beautiful social skills. She had the connections. In some circles she had the most important key of all, money. It mattered little to Khryssa. She was more at home in a surgical suite than a ballroom. She was more relaxed with her test tubes than with idle chit chat. Khryssa sighed softly and said to no one but herself. "Why do I bother with these things?"
Finally at home, she escaped the confines of the vehicle. Giving the driver a thick envelope with his Christmas bonus in it, she smiled and wished the man a very happy holidays. She would not need his services for a while. Khryssa knew that he was paid well to stay on call for her and for her parents when they were in Luxembourg. Khryssa did not abuse the fact that she had a driver. Often, she preferred to drive herself. It was a small luxury that she did not wish to take for granted. A generous soul, knowing that the man had a wife and three children; Khryssa gave him an extremely generous bonus. It was in the tens of thousands of dollars. He was thankful for the job, not to mention the money, but his loyalty to the Harts went far deeper than his pockets.
The walkway and the porch had been recently shoveled and brushed off, even though it had started to snow once again. The ghost dance of patterns left by the snow and breeze made Khryssa smile. She went inside to change into something more comfortable. Jeans and a heavy wool sweater were donned. After making a mug of hot chocolate, she found a heavy blanket from the living room to wrap herself in. Exiting to the outdoors, the cold licked at fair skin.
Well below freezing, there was no doubt that this would be a short little trip outside. Looking out to the tree line, she smiled at the snow covered trees. Off in the distance Lucard's castle was visible. It didn't even register with Khryssa that it was there. She sipped the hot chocolate, enjoying the heat and the sweet. A personal cellphone was nestled against a denim covered thigh. It did not ring, thankfully. Instead a playlist whispered into the night. One of her favorite songs, Hallelujah by Leonard Cohen, played on. Khryssa's voice cut through the silence of the night time snow fall with certain clarity so few had. She had been classically trained in voice since a very young age. The most delicate of smiles played across a generous mouth. She was content and comfortable with the night. A strange sound crackled nearby breaking the silence of the night. Khryssa jumped, nearly dropping the hot chocolate.
"What the-?" She looked around.
"Good evening again Khryssa."
She had not heard his approach. That didn't really matter though. She knew what he was. Uncle Gustav never spared the details, even when she was a mere child. This was unexpected though. Why would he be calling on her at such a late hour? It was the surprise after the anticipation and thoughts of being alone, that bothered her. For some reason, she was not afraid of Alexander Lucard.
"You have a lovely voice Khryssa; it is quite a surprise to hear you sing with such beauty."
"W-w-what are you doing here Alexander?" There was an inward cringe, hearing herself stutter. Khryssa was able to keep her face set in stone at least.
Alexander merely smiled at the woman seated before him.
"What do you want Alexander?" She said stubbornly.
Alexander sat down next to her on the swing. His touch was warm. This surprised her. She had expected him to be as cold as ice. While his fingers trailed across a clenched hand, he looked at her.
"You are not like the others are you?" He spoke quietly, musing over the words as they were spoken.
The furrowing of a fine brow was the first response. Only after a few heartbeats did she begin to speak once again.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"You are not impressed with wealth, obviously. My charms do not seem to work on you at all. You are the most intelligent creature I have ever met. For some reason I cannot control you in the least. "
"Why would you want to? Control me that is."
He gave her a small smile. Alexander chose his words carefully. "I don't Khryssa. It is within my ability to do so, perhaps. With you, I want and cherish your willfulness. You are an exotic creature. The likes of I have never seen before. I want to know you. I want to know all of you."
"I know what you are Alexander." The words were blurted out but Khryssa's voice was firm with a stubborn ring to it once again.
A blond brow rose slightly. He looked into her eyes. It was like the day meeting the night. Blue skies to the darkest of nights and they locked. A chill to Alexander's voice was tangible. The words hung in the air when he spoke once again. "And what is that my dear?"
"Vampire."
The single word, spoke volumes. He smiled ever so slightly. It was almost a look of pure amusement. A nod of his head, and then he looked down. Fingertips still brushed across her knuckles, he continued touching her even when he spoke again.
"What would give you that idea Khryssa?"
It was her turn to look astonished. "You do not vet your employees well Alexander. My grandmother is a Helsing. Gustav Helsing is my uncle." She kept her voice firm. Those fathomless dark eyes never left him. "I grew up with stories of you Alexander. Or perhaps I should call you Dracula?"
He still didn't look up. He had to make a decision. To keep her or kill her, instead he just smiled once again. There was a change that enveloped the two of them. "You are not afraid of me Khryssa." He stated.
"Do I have a need to be?"
"Perhaps." He smiled wickedly at her. He could feel her pulse starting to quicken and it was divine. "You are correct though, I should vet my employees better. So is it you that has been the leak within my ranks?"
She did laugh then. A shake of the head and curls danced down softly. The dark cloud gave her an innocence that mystified him.
"No Alexander, I did sign a nondisclosure agreement." She sighed softly. The musical tones of a gentle voice silenced for a bit. They continued to stare at each other. Perhaps they were lost within each other's eyes or maybe there was just nothing else to say. "I have nothing against you Alexander; you live your life the way you see fit. I am not your mother, child, lover nor god. I have no right to cast judgment over you."
Alexander Lucard abruptly changed the subject. "Sing for me Khryssa."
"What?" She puzzled over the request. "What do you wish for me to sing?"
"Anything you wish, I want to be wrapped in your dulcet tones once again."
She nodded. The change in conversation was a surprise to say the least. A twitch of lips and her hand slipped from the brushing touch, only to actually hold his hand. The only thing she could think of was a Bird York song, Wicked Little High.
You're a wrong turn
a big fat No
you're the fifth drink before a long drive home
you're the thing to avoid
the bars to my cage
you're all I think about everyday
you've got that thing
that my wildest dreams are made of
you set my world on fire
I die every time you walk by
I can't hide that I'm drawn to you
Desire is such a wicked little high
when the one you want is blind to you
The words faltered when he leaned in. A firm mouth pressed against a softer one. The kiss was gentle, tender. The fullness of her lips parted, accepting the kiss. Embracing, he pulled her to him. She wound slender arms around his shoulders. Her long delicate fingers, the hands of a surgeon, tangled into his blond hair. He broke the kiss first. Lips lingered close when he spoke.
"I have never been blind to you dear doctor, not since the first moment I laid eyes upon you."
"I-" She couldn't finish the sentence. She wasn't singing about him, was she? Honestly she did not know. She noticed he was handsome. Who wouldn't? She had no experience with men other than platonically. It had been impossible to have a relationship with a man without the media getting a hold of the news. She was a genius, literally. Her name littered the record books with trivia. She was also the daughter of a Senator and the god daughter of a Governor. She had family members that sat in the presidential cabinets. Her life was for the public to view. Finally she spoke; there was sorrow in the words.
"I'm sorry Alexander, I cannot do this."
The words slipped from parted lips before she even knew what she was saying. It was a mere blink of the eye and the door slammed shut with her behind it. Alexander heard the near silent footsteps of feet hitting the stairs and running. He believed there was a sob within the silence of the night. He rose, with the quickness that would startle most people. His hand lay upon the door. Words were whispered into the night.
"We are not done yet."
He would have broken the door down and gone to her if he could. There was a singular problem with that; he had never been given an invitation into her home.
The weekend passed without another word from either of them. Khryssa wasn't sure if she was bothered by that or not. She worked until the early afternoon on Christmas Eve. Deciding that that was enough, she went about the business of shutting everything down. When the last light was off, Khryssa headed for home. She was supposed to be at Uncle Gustav's later, but she had no desire to go. Calling over to the family, she feigned being ill.
"I'm sorry Uncle Gustav. I am under the weather. I will have a courier bring by everyone's gifts."
"Khrys that is not necessary. We shall see you tomorrow yes?" Uncle Gustav asked.
"I don't know, it depends on how I am feeling." They chatted for a couple of more minutes. After wishing each other a Merry Christmas, they hung up.
Khryssa curled up in her large rocker with a blanket draped across her lap. The fire was roaring and her home was nice and cozy. Still, she felt homesick of all things. Turning on the television, she drifted off to the sounds of a Christmas cartoon from her youth.
There was a knock upon the door. The loud banging woke her up. Stretching and rising, Khryssa went to see who it could be. A glance to her watch told her it was just after midnight. She looked out the window and saw no one. Frowning she opened the door and found something sitting on her doorstep. It was a small package wrapped with white paper and tied with red ribbon. There was a small card on the top. Khryssa brought the package in and closed the door.
Taking the time to carefully open the card, it had written on it in neat script a simple message.
-Thinking of you on this cold night. Merry Christmas, Alexander-
Deft fingers pried the box open, careful not to destroy the pretty wrappings. In it was a small silver frame. A piece of old parchment was inside of the frame. On the parchment, written neatly, was a quote from Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet.
Did my heart love till now?
Forswear it sight,
For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.
Romeo and Juliet Act 1, Scene 5, Lines 53-54
Khryssa almost dropped the frame. It was more than unexpected. The frame was lovely and the quote was beautiful. She wasn't sure how she should feel about it though. Something about it though made her smile. It was such a thoughtful gesture. Looking at it once more, Khryssa realized something. This was William Shakespeare's actual handwriting. It was not a copy nor was it something that Alexander wrote out himself. This little sentiment that showed up on her front doorstep was literally priceless.
Something more tugged on her heartstrings. Looking out into the night, she spoke. "Thank you Alexander."
Christmas had come and gone. It had been a lonely one for both Alexander and Khryssa. While she had her uncle and cousins nearby, this time of year the want to be at home was too much. Alexander on the other hand, had no one to spend the holiday with.
She penned a note on beautiful paper. It was a thank you to Alexander Lucard for the gift. It did not seem appropriate to see him at the office in such a way. Dropping the note into the mail and sending it to the castle rather than the office, the days moved forward.
Khryssa spent her days locked in a containment unit working. There was no access into the unit unless you were properly trained on handling infectious diseases. She felt safe there. Working with things such as influenza gave her peace. This was a space that she knew what she was and what she was doing. Her coworkers noticed a difference about her, though they never would say that to her. There was a quiet sadness that shadowed Khryssa Hart.
Many flights above the lab, there was another issue. Alexander was angry. He was shouting at his staff and nothing that was done would make him happy. He had even taken to throwing items across the vast office. The members of his personal staff were more afraid of their boss' wrath than normal. It was just another day.
She had showered after being in the containment unit all day. Having just put on fresh jeans, boots and a rather heavy sweater, Khryssa Hart sat down for the first time since the wee hours of the morning. Having arrived at the office around four a.m. and not bothering for any meals, she found herself hungry and the hour was growing later. A quick glance to the clock on the desk told her it was shortly after nine in the evening.
"You need to stop this Khryssa Leigh. You are not going to see thirty at this rate." She spoke out loud and it broke the tension that seemed to engulf her. Mentally saying screw it, she did not bother with the paperwork that covered her desk. A quick grab of keys and a purse, she found herself walking out. Waiting on the elevator, she leaned against a pillar. Exhaustion over took the young woman. The bell dinged and she stepped into the elevator right into Alexander Lucard. Bumping up against her employer, Khryssa took a step back. They both looked startled. She wanted to smile at the look on his handsome face; instead she kept her face impassive.
"Good evening Dr. Hart." He spoke first. The words that brushed from his lips were terse.
"Good evening to you as well Mr. Lucard." So we are off the first name basis, okay she thought.
She punched a button on the elevator pad and swiped her card that would allow her access to that floor. They rode in silence. Though when she stepped out, so did he. It was not the floor that he needed. She kept walking. Heading out to her Grand Cherokee, her steps were quick and efficient. Since he was a few inches taller, he had no trouble keeping up with her stride. A hand grabbed her shoulder; she was pulled around to face him.
"Don't you dare!" The words were growled.
"You do not have the manners to even say thank you?" He was barely containing his fury.
Khryssa looked puzzled. "I sent you a thank you note. Did you not receive it?"
"Yes I did. Impersonal was it not?"
"I am not going to go into your office and say thank you for a rather personal gift Mr. Lucard. That would be unseemly."
"You are a very unusual woman."
She shook her head and turned away from Alexander. Lips pursed tight, she found her car keys.
"Talk to me Khryssa Hart. I will not allow you to shut me out."
She smiled a deadly smile. The coldness in dark eyes frosted everything. "Allow? I am not asking for your permission for anything Alexander."
"I want to know you." The words were spoken and he could not take them back. He could not charm her to his will. There was something just that much different about her, perhaps it was her intellect, but that power would not work. Alexander was unsure that he would have used it either; he wanted her to be willing. He wanted her to come to him.
"Alexander you know me well enough. I come with public baggage. You don't need to know me anymore than you already do." Khryssa sounded frustrated.
"I should be able to decide that for myself I would think Khryssa." The words were mild. Yet, the implication was apparent.
She just stared at him. Not comprehending for a moment or three what he was saying. No one, outside of family, had ever fought for her. Teeth caught the lower swell of her lip, biting down on it with thought. She then nodded.
"You are right Alexander."
The vampire smiled at the words spoken. He leaned in and kissed her lightly on the mouth. The kiss was nearly chaste if it wasn't for the fact that it lingered a touch too long.
"Let's go talk." Alexander paused." please?" Asking rather than demanding was new to him.
Khryssa simply nodded in response He offered her his hand and she took it. Alexander held her hand lightly. Into the night they went, stopping only to climb into his chauffeured car. He asked the driver to take them to the castle. She stopped him with a shake of the head.
"Neutral grounds please Alexander?"
"With you my dear, there is no such thing." It was said with a humor in his blue eyes. He turned to the driver once more. Asking to take them to a small out of the way café that he knew she frequented.
"I appreciate it greatly." The words were heartfelt.
They drove in silence. Their hands still entwined. Neither knew what to say or even how to say anything if they did. Khryssa stared out the window to the light drift of snow flurries that came down. Alexander edged closer to the young woman. Sliding his arm over her shoulder, he enveloped her in warmth. It was just a heartbeat later that the car stopped. Alexander's chauffeur opened the door. The vampire got out first, to help Khryssa out of the luxurious Maybach. A blush lit her fair cheeks. She smiled at him.
"Thank you."
"It is my pleasure Khryssa; it is always a pleasure to be near you."
They entered the café hand in hand. The blush still lit up her cheeks. The light snow fall that dusted each of them along with the secretive smiles made the pair look like a young couple in love. The maître'd eyes grew large and then even larger upon seeing them. Two of the wealthiest people in the world, two of the most famous entrepreneurs in the world and they were together. They were in his café.
Alexander asked for a quiet table in the back away from everyone. The maître'd led them into a darkened corner. Every step that they took Alexander watched his companion closely. He admired the way she moved; she was comfortable in her own skin. There was not a soul near the table. A single candle illuminated the area, but that was all. They took seats and with a subtle touch Alexander curled Khryssa closer to him. Within darkness of the room they were hidden. Alexander ordered a bottle of wine. Khryssa Hart stayed silent. She simply watched and listened to him. They began to speak quietly. They were the only souls that mattered in this moment. Their focus was on each other. A sip of wine was taken every so often. Soon soft laughter filled the small room. Time stopped having all meaning.
Neither of the pair noticed the man that glowered angrily at the sight of the two of them while sweeping up. The café had long since closed. Yet no one dared to disturb the couple. They finally looked out into the room and realized hours had passed. The café was closed to all but them.
"Oh my, Alexander I am so sorry!"
He laughed. It was a lovely sound to Khryssa. "Why are you sorry?" He paid the tab, even at her protests. Leaving an extremely generous tip, along with the money for the tab, he spared no expense for the lovely evening with her. They walked back out to the waiting car. Alexander spoke to the driver once again, telling him to take Dr. Hart home.
"Alexander, I need to go back to the office. My car is there." She protested.
"I shall pick you up in the morning."
"But, I arrive at the office around five am!"
"Then we both shall arrive early." His tone left little room for argument.
She shook her head; there was no winning this battle. A nod was given, relenting to his wishes. He pulled her to him. An arm wrapped around Khryssa and held her with the possessiveness that Alexander felt. A frown marred his handsome features when the ride ended too soon. He wanted to see more of this woman. He wanted to know her cries. He craved her touch to the bottom of his very soul. Reluctantly, Alexander helped her out of the car and to the door. A soft kiss was placed upon her lips. She cradled his cheek in the palm of her hand.
"Sleep sweet Alexander. I shall see you in the morning."
"Good night Khryssa. Unfortunately morning will not come quickly enough."
She wanted to invite him in. He wanted to stay. Their parting was made rather reluctantly. Entering her home, Khryssa stood by the window. Watching him walk down the path, she did not turn away until the car left.
It was five in the morning when the knock on the door startled her. She was up and dressed. There was a meeting that day that she had to attend. Dressed to kill in a black on black suit with the red soles of heels flashing with every step, she didn't even finish making the morning coffee. Grabbing the needed items such as keys, purse and briefcase, Dr. Khryssa Hart slipped out into the still dark morning. She was greeted with a kiss. Unable to help herself, she started to laugh.
"Well good morning to you as well Mr. Lucard."
"It is a very good morning Dr. Hart; I get to share it with you."
Alexander Lucard escorted his morning companion to the car. Upon letting her get comfortable he slid in next to her. A large mug of coffee was placed in her hand. She took a sip and smiled.
"How did you know how I liked my coffee Alexander?" She asked.
"I have started vetting my employees much better." Looking into her eyes he leaned in, a kiss was brushed against painted lips.
They spoke on the ride to the office. Alexander's driver could not help but glance to the back of the car through the rearview mirror. He had never seen the boss behave like this. Oh yes, there had been many women to pass through his employer's clutches. This was different. This was extremely different.
Alexander helped Khryssa out of the car. His hand rested on the small of her back, guiding her into the building. With the very few people that were inside of Lucard Industries this early in the morning, most of them stopped and stared at the pair entering. All eyes were on the two of them. There were words whispered of slut and whore about the newest Lucard acquisition. For Alexander words of cradle robber hit the whisper stream. Many of the other employee's looks grew hard when she would walk past. Khryssa was oblivious to it all.
They parted ways in the elevator. Alexander going up to the top floor and Khryssa heading to the lowest level of the building, they parted company for the morning. Khryssa immediately made more coffee and dove into the pile of paperwork upon her desk. Alexander walked into the quiet and dark office, sitting down to think.
At noon, the meeting started. It was a business lunch, catered in by one of the finest restaurants in the region. Alexander figured if he had to dine with employees it might as well be worth his time. Work was hashed out for hours. Tempers were running high. Financial aspects had been discussed, rehashed and discussed again. Khryssa brought to the table about how the US had finally passed two FDA approvals of patents that she had held for the last decade. The patents were in her name, but legally they belonged to Lucard Industries. It was a productive meeting until of the men that were sitting in on the meeting sneered at Khryssa.
"That is fine Khryssa, but it only took ten years to get this passed." Steven looked at the woman with a mixture of lust and hatred in his eyes. "Are the next products going to take as long?"
"Steven" She replied calmly. "I realize that you are new to the pharmaceutical side of things. We have to go through many clinical trials in the US in order to get approval. The drugs have both been active across most of Europe for a few years now."
"You need to up your ability to transfer these items into commerce doctor." He positively snarled at her.
Khryssa looked at the man curiously. It had not been that long ago that they were speaking together at Lucard Industries' Winter Ball. Something had happened and she wasn't sure what it was. Whatever it was he needed to stop attacking her, Khryssa could remain pleasant most of the time but even she had her limits. Alexander spoke smoothly.
"Steven if you have an issue, it needs to be tabled for now. Lucard Industries venture into pharmaceuticals has grown at a rate of over 5000%. That is in a single year."
The meeting played on throughout the day and well into the early evening. Finally at seven p.m. they decided to return the next day to finish. Khryssa waited while the others spoke to Alexander. She rubbed a tired hand across her forehead. So much had happened in the span of a few days and she was now spent. The last of the men had left. Alexander came over to her. He tipped her chin upwards with the press of fingers. A kiss was given while both smiled beneath it.
"What was that all about?"
"I don't know to be honest. I have never had a cross word with Steven until now Alexander." Frowning slightly, she began to speak again. "I did notice something for the first time though. I am the only female director you have."
"You are the only one I want."
She frowned at him. "You know what I mean."
"And you know what I mean."
She couldn't help but shake her head at the vampire.
"Khryssa, you need to go home. You look like you haven't slept."
"I need to get some work done Alexander." The words were mild. "I will go home in a bit."
"No."
"I will make a deal with you. I will head home in a half hour. I need to check on a few things first."
His eyes narrowed. It was not in his nature to compromise. There was a look that would send most people running. Khryssa did not even flinch. There was a chord of discomfort; the two of them were being too intimate. With Alexander standing so close Khryssa was mildly uncomfortable, although she did nothing to stop it. Finally Alexander relented.
"Very well, but I am taking you home in exactly thirty minutes."
"Alexander, my car is here."
"It is perfectly safe here."
"That is not the point!"
"Khryssa Hart, may I remind you that I do not compromise, ever. I have already given in once to your desires. Do not expect it to happen often."
"May I remind you that I am not your property?"
"Yet." He smiled.
There was a strange sense that he was not kidding. Khryssa gave his shoulder a little shove. The hard corded muscle beneath the elegant suit surprised her somewhat. She knew he was strong, but that was not what she was expecting.
Alexander followed her down to her office. Sitting over in a corner while she worked, he read up on the daily business that he did not get a chance to attend that afternoon. Exactly thirty minutes later he told her it was time to go. Khryssa groaned at the proclamation but did not argue. Items were placed in the briefcase. I will get them done tonight, she thought. The lights were shut off and they walked silently out to the car. He cradled her against him for the short drive back to her home. They said not a word to each other throughout the drive. He got out first, helping her. Ready to walk to the door, she spoke first.
"Would you like to come in?" There was a slight tremble in her voice.
He watched her intently. Alexander had to wonder if she knew what this meant. "You know what that means Khryssa? I will always be able to access your home. Nothing can keep me out."
"I know."
He nodded. A large hand cupped her cheek. Alexander brushed his thumb across the softness of her lips. Bending down, the vampire kissed her. It was a long, lingering kiss. She gasped in his grasp. When they parted, she was simply speechless. Alexander told his driver to leave. A call would be made when he was ready to depart. Khryssa unlocked the door and then turned with fast fingertips to punch in her code for the alarm. She looked to the man standing outside the door.
"Please come in Alexander, you are invited."
He stepped across the threshold of her home. He remembered this building from over a century ago. It was remarkably still very much intact. The home had been restored to its former beauty. The colors were dominated by cranberry and cream. The hardwood floors were a dark cherry wood. Hints indigo and emerald were thrown together to add a touch of hominess.
"Your home is beautiful Khryssa."
"Thank you. It took me over a year to finish everything."
He glanced down to her. "You?"
"Yes me. I did all of the restorations myself, with the exceptions of the plumbing and the electrical. Everything else was all me though." There was a hint of pride in her voice.
Khryssa guided Alexander into the living room. With precise movements, she started a quick fire. The silence that filled the room was comfortable. He finally took a seat and just watched her. Khryssa disappeared for a few minutes, only to return with a bottle of wine that she had opened and a pair of long stemmed goblets. With ease she placed on the table and sat down beside him. Alexander poured two glasses of wine, handing her one. They spoke. The conversation turned to the past. She spoke of her childhood and growing up under the strange circumstances of her abilities. He talked of days she would never know. They touched each other in a casual way. A slide of hand across bare skin was welcomed. Fingers tracing across clothing was prized.
"Alexander, I want to thank you once again for the beautiful gift."
He smiled. She looked so shy saying that. "I am glad you enjoyed it. I do not believe there have ever been words more true written about you."
"Considering the centuries between my life and Shakespeare's, I do not think he was writing about me."
"He was dreaming about the most beautiful woman in all of eternity, he had a premonition of you."
Khryssa blushed brightly. She could feel the heat rise, so she looked away. Alexander brushed his fingers along her jaw. He did not want her to turn away from him. Looking back into the eyes of this strange man – this vampire, she noticed how relaxed she was with him in general. Alexander noticed it as well.
"Why do you not fear me, knowing what I truly am?"
Khryssa thought about this for a moment and shrugged. "I am not sure. Should I fear you?"
"Perhaps."
Her brow creased; still she did not show fear. "I am more valuable as a human for you. At least for now I am. So there isn't any reason for you to change that."
"Rather logical of you Khryssa." Alexander replied dryly.
"You wanted to hear something more?"
"Yes."
"Okay, how is this? You make me extremely uncomfortable Alexander, but only in some ways. I do not know which way is up with you. I am not sure I wish to know that information. I was told stories about you that would make an adult's skin crawl and this was when I was a mere child. These were stories about you. Yet that is what they were Alexander, just stories. Although I am sure that there is some truth to the old tales. You have done nothing that makes me believe that you would do anything to me. Would you do it to others? I believe so. I believe that I am safe with you for some reason. Therein lies both my comfort and discomfort with you."
"I make you uncomfortable." He was amazed by this revelation. Most humans found his company to be rather comforting. Such was the way of bespelling their minds. "Why are you uncomfortable with me?"
"The intimacy that we share already, it is too much at times." She was truthful about the matter.
The fire was settling low. It was the only light in the room. It was time to call it a night.
"Khryssa?"
"Yes?"
Alexander's voice was strained. He had no idea how to ask the question that was driving him mad. "I need to know something about you."
She looked at him, puzzled. "Alexander I hope you know that you can ask me anything you wish. I will try to answer, if I am able."
He nodded. "The men in your life, how many?" He did not wish to mention the file he had on her and the fact that there was nothing about her relationships with men in it.
She blanched. A shake of the head and she quickly rose from the sofa. Walking across the room to the hearth, she stared at the fire.
"Khryssa, tell me. I need to know."
"Why do you need to know?"
"You are not the only one that has moments of discomfort."
Her voice was quiet, she sounded small. "None."
"What do you mean none?"
"I have never been with a man."
"What do you mean?"
"I am a virgin Alexander."
"You have only been with women?"
She almost laughed at that. "No Alexander. I have never been with another person, sexually. At all. Never." She turned away from him, hating to have admitted that tidbit of her life. Swallowing, she spoke once again. The words were tinged with sadness. "I have never had a relationship with anyone other than friendship."
He rose from his seat. Alexander crossed the room with speed. Pulling the younger woman into his arms, he whispered into her ear.
"Why Khryssa? You are obviously a beautiful woman. What man would not wish for you to be in his arms?"
She shook her head. "I doubt you will understand but, I got my haircut and it made the news Alexander. I am part of a political family that someday will seek the presidency. I am the youngest person by 8 years to graduate from medical school. There are other things as well. Men that I have known wanted to be with me because of my age, because of my family, because I looked a certain way, or because I could do something for them. It was never about who I actually am."
"Khryssa" His voice trailed off. This was something he understood all too well. "There is nothing more in this world that I want than you. I do not need your family, your money, your status or anything else like that. I want you. I want the beautiful woman before me that mesmerizes me with her smile."
He kissed her. It was a soul searching kiss. The touch of lips was electric. They both felt the pull. Alexander's embrace tightened around her. He broke the kiss only to trail his lips across her cheek. Lightly nipping at her ear, the kiss now pressed lower. He felt her pulse race and that old feeling came back. He craved the taste of her on his lips. The pressure behind his gums grew painful. He reluctantly drew away from her pulse. The kisses continued down her shoulder. Until he finally pulled back looking into her eyes.
"Someone does care about you Khryssa Hart. Don't be so blind that you don't see it."
She stared blankly. Was he telling her- no. It couldn't be. "But."
"It is true. You are a mystical woman. I don't know what it is about you, I am drawn to you. I would give up so many things to make you mine."
This was all too soon and too fast. She tried stepping back from him. His hand shot out with a mind blurring swiftness to pull her back to him. Their eyes locked. He kissed her one more time.
"Rest with me Khryssa. I am not proposing sex. Just rest with me, please."
She nodded. Unable to speak, the nod was the only thing that could be forced out. Fear struck her heart. What ifs thrashed around in her thoughts. He bent down, to pick her up. Alexander held her effortlessly in his arms. Clinging to the man, she closed her eyes. Khryssa could feel the anxiety ripple up and down her spine.
The two went up the stairs and into her bedroom. The masterpiece of a sleigh bed dominated the room. Thick rugs decorated the hardwood floor. It was a comfortable, warm room. Alexander slipped her from his arms. He helped her undress. Large hands ran across her body. He memorized her flesh with his touch. Removing the business clothes, he caressed the flesh of her body to her now bared skin. Standing behind Khryssa, Alexander brushed his lips along the nape of her neck. Moving her, so that she faced him; Alexander marveled at her beauty.
Khryssa stood bare before him. Making no attempts to hide her nudity, Alexander was delighted by her even more. She was gorgeous. Slim and lean, with generous breasts and a flare of hips, he could not imagine anything or anyone more perfect. Khryssa helped him undress. His skin was cool. Much cooler than her own, but he started to warm with the light touch. Taking a full long look at the man before her, a gasp was heard. Khryssa did not realize she had made a sound. She moved closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest. Alexander could feel the brush of nipples as they hardened against him. Khryssa brushed her lips to his; it was not quite a kiss. The feel of her lips was so much more intimate than a mere kiss. He slid her backwards, on to the bed. Climbing in beside her, Alexander held Khryssa in his arms. His hands rested upon the soft flat plane of her belly. He moved only to nestle that much closer against her, Alexander spoke against her fragrant warm skin.
"Rest my beauty. Soon it will be morning and this moment will be gone."
She fell asleep with her head resting upon his chest. He moved his hand, only to place it over her heart. Alexander's own slumber came with the feel of Khryssa's heartbeat against his palm.
The morning sun swept the room in brightness. Khryssa stretched languidly. She bumped the arm of Alexander Lucard. She was surprised that he was still there. He opened his eyes and smiled. His voice was roughened with the sleep of the dead.
"Good morning beautiful."
"Good morning Alexander."
"Did you rest well?"
"Yes." She paused and smiled a tad sheepishly. "Better than I have in a very long time in fact."
He cradled her cheek. Bringing firm lips to the fullness of her own, he kissed her with an amount of tenderness that surprised them both. Khryssa's eyes flicked over to the alarm clock on the nightstand. She had a look of surprise at the time.
"I have to go. I am running late. It is past nine o'clock!"
"Khryssa, it is Saturday."
"I know! I need to get to the office."
She tried to crawl over him and he was not having any of that. He pulled her down, to him once again. Blue eyes spoke volumes in a language she did not know. Yet.
"No. You do not need to go into the office."
"Alexander, I have things to do dammit!"
"I am your employer. I said you do not need to go into the office. You are spending too much time there."
"Alexander." The tone of her voice was a warning.
"Khryssa, you need to relax. If you want to go in tomorrow, that is fine. Today you are staying with me."
She sighed. He was right and she knew it. She knew she worked too much. It was only then that she remembered she was naked. He was too. Looking at him, Khryssa eyes colored with anxiety. He in turn puzzled over her expression.
"Is something wrong?"
"I am naked. I am in bed naked, with a naked man."
He laughed. The sound of his laughter caused a delighted shiver to run up her spine. Once again she tried climbing over him. Alexander grabbed her in an instant, pulling Khryssa down to him. Her lean legs straddled his hips while strong feminine thighs gripped his sides tight. The act surprised them both. He embraced her. Alexander's hand found a handful of her thick curls. She surrendered to him when their lips met once again. He claimed her body with his grasp, only to turn her over onto her back. She accepted his weight gratefully. He spoke gently.
"Do you want this?"
Khryssa nodded. She could feel him and he felt amazing. She could feel the need of his body along with the desire within herself. Alexander spoke, the words were sincere.
"I will only hurt you this one time. Never again will I purposefully be the cause you pain."
Khryssa was unable to speak. There was the spark of fear in deep dark eyes. Yes, she was ready. She needed to feel this man, all of him, now. It began. Alexander was gentle with her. Touching her slim body with passion and reverence, he teased her into helpless abandon. When he finally thought she was ready, he moved. She cried out against his shoulder when he took her closely guarded treasure. The pain was different than anything she felt before. The tearing of her virginity was something that she never would feel again. For that, she was thankful.
Alexander took not just her body but her heart as well. He groaned when he hit the intact barrier. A slow thrust, he drove in deeper, taking her innocence with him. Alexander could feel the bit of blood that covered his shaft. Never before had deflowering a woman been like this. Finding their rhythm, Alexander felt like he could taste this beautiful woman through his very flesh. He kissed her. His fangs cutting into the corner of her lips, a drop of blood was drawn. He tasted her for the very first time. This was the most perfect elixir in the world. The combination of their bodies molding together and her blood, he couldn't help but whisper out her name.
Whimpering softly, soon the pain ended and pleasure began for her. They touched. They made love. Her body became his instrument. He plucked it lovingly. He took her to heights that she had never known before. Sweet cries filled Alexander's senses, he was soon struggling for control.
Gasping, Khryssa arched back, her throat exposed fully to him. In a moment of tenderness, when all he wanted to do was sink his fangs into her throat, he kissed upon the pulse instead. Crying out his name she thrashed beneath his body. The explosion of pleasure was overwhelming. Alexander marveled at this woman. With her quieting and stilling, his own pleasure bit through to the very core of his being. Covering her body with his own, Alexander did not move. He stayed with her, stroking her hair and touching her cheeks. Alexander and Khryssa had surrendered to each other's lusts.
They dozed together. Alexander and Khryssa basked in the afterglow of their lovemaking and in the warmth of the winter sun streaming through the large windows. He smiled while she slept. Yet, there was something sinister in the smile as well. The scent of her blood was on the air and on his lips. He knew that he had just taken a Helsing and made her his.