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Feast of Fools (The Morganville Vampires #4) Page 39
Author: Rachel Caine

Oliver thought about killing her. She saw it flash across his face, plain as sunrise, and she almost dialed the phone in sheer reflex.

Then it was gone, and he was smiling, and he stood up and gave her a nod. "No need to bother the Founder with such nonsense," he said. "I'll be leaving. There's only so many ridiculous mad ravings one can read at a sitting, in any case."

He dropped the journal onto a pile scattered near the chair and walked away, moving with effortless grace around the piles of books and barriers of mismatched furniture. He didn't seem to move quickly, but before she could blink, he was gone, a shadow on the steps.

Claire let out a shaky breath, got the dart gun from her backpack, and went to see Myrnin.

"Magnificent," Myrnin said, staring down at his hands. He flexed them into fists, turned them over, extended his fingers. "I haven't felt this good in - well, years. I had numbness in my hands - did you know?"

It was a symptom Myrnin had forgotten to mention, and Claire wrote it down in her notebook. She had the countdown clock - a new addition to the lab, one she'd ordered from the Internet - up on the wall, and the red flickering numbers reminded both of them that Myrnin had a maximum of five hours of sanity from the current formulation of the treatment.

Myrnin followed her glance at the clock, and the giddy excitement in his expression faded. He still looked like a young man, except for his eyes; it was creepy to think he'd looked exactly that way for generations before she was born, and would long after she was dead and gone. He did so love the hunt, Oliver had said. There was really only one kind of hunt for vampires. Hunting people.

He smiled at her, and it was the smile that had won her over in the first place - sweet, gentle, inviting her to share in some delightful secret. "Thank you for the clock, Claire. That's a great help. There's an alarm feature?"

"It starts sounding a tone fifteen minutes before the clock runs out," she said. "And it has tones striking every hour, too."

"Very helpful. Well, then. Now that I have use of my fingers - what shall we do?" Myrnin wiggled his thick black eyebrows suggestively, which was actually funny, coming from him. Not that he wasn't cute - he was - but Claire couldn't really imagine finding him sexy.

She wondered if that would hurt his feelings.

"How about if we start shelving some of these books?" she said. It really was getting to be a hazard; she'd tripped over stacks more than once even when it wasn't an emergency. Myrnin, however, made a face.

"I only have a few hours in my right mind, Claire. Housekeeping seems a poor way to spend them."

"All right, what do you want to do?"

"I think we made great progress in this last formulation, " he said. "Why not see if we can distill the essence further? Strengthen the effects?"

"I think we'd better do some chemical analysis on what happens in your blood before we do that."

Before she could stop him, he strode over to a table, picked up a rusty knife, and slashed open his arm. She was just opening her mouth to scream when he grabbed a clean beaker from the rack on the table and caught the drizzling blood. The wound healed before he'd lost more than a few teaspoons.

"There are - easier ways to do that," she said weakly. Myrnin held the beaker out to her. The blood looked darker than regular human blood, and thicker, but then she supposed it would - he wasn't as warm. She tried not to think about all those people donating blood, but she couldn't help it. Was Shane's blood going to end up in Myrnin's veins? And how did that work, anyway? . . . Did vampires digest the blood, or just somehow pass it whole into their circulatory systems? Did blood types matter? Conflicting Rh factors? What about bloodborne diseases, like malaria and Ebola and AIDS?

There were a lot of questions to answer. She thought Dr. Mills would be in heaven over the prospect.

"Pain doesn't matter much," Myrnin said, and yanked his sleeve down over his pale, unmarked arm after wiping away the trickles of blood that were left. "One learns to ignore it, eventually."

Claire doubted that, but she didn't argue. "I'm going to take part of this back to the hospital," she said. "Dr. Mills wanted blood samples. They've got a lot of cool equipment there, he can give us detailed information we can't get here."

Myrnin shrugged, clearly uninterested in Dr. Mills or any human beyond Claire. "Do as you like," he said. "What kind of equipment?"

"Oh, all kinds. Mass spectrometers, blood-chemistry analyzers - you know."

"We should get those things."

"Why?"

"How can we possibly operate as we should if we don't have the most current equipment?"

Claire blinked at him. "Myrnin, you don't exactly have room down here. And I don't think your current dinky little power situation is going to let you plug in an electron microscope. That's not the way scientists work anymore, anyway. The equipment's too expensive, too delicate. The big hospitals and universities buy the equipment. We just rent time on it."

Myrnin looked surprised, then thoughtful. "Rent time? But how can you schedule such a thing when you don't know what you're looking for or how long it will take?"

"You have to learn to schedule your epiphanies. And be patient."

That got a laugh out of him. "Claire, I am a vampire. We aren't known for patience, you know. Your Dr. Mills - maybe we should pay him a visit. I'd like to meet him."

"He'd - probably like to meet you, too," she said slowly. She wasn't at all sure how Amelie was going to feel about that, but she could tell that Myrnin had it in his head to do it whether she went along or not. "Next time, okay?"

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