Kane took a deep breath and pulled his gaze away from the blood-colored water, and let his air out, breathing away everything but the task at hand. He had to let go of his physical body, making himself incredibly vulnerable to a potential enemy already occupied by the vampire. It was much more difficult than he expected, now that he could feel emotion and it mattered that he stayed alive. The dark spot in the jaguar-man’s brain recoiled, minute wormlike creatures writhing as his spirit entered the other man, bathing the brain in white-hot energy. He heard the jaguar roar and the man hiss out a warning. He hesitated, afraid of injuring the warrior.
“Do it. I do not want that thing inside of me.”
Kane attacked the stain, breaching the outer rings and burning them clean with healing light. The tiny parasites tried to dig deeper into the brain in an effort to escape. As they scattered, he could see to the core of the jaguar-man. The parasites tried to keep the light out of the jaguar-man’s memories and hide what the vampire had done, but, unexpectedly, the jaguar-man joined his strength with Kane’s, using his well-developed telepathic abilities and their newly established blood tie. He opened his memories to Kane and flooded him with as much information as possible. His name was Lefa. For many years he’d worked to restore the dwindling strength of his species. Too many of their women had left, seeking companionship and love with human males rather than the careless abandonment of their own males. He’d influenced the others to follow the way of the Kane’s kind and mate for life, to provide a home and a family, a reason for women to stay with them.
At first, many had gone along with his ideas and had begun to give up their solitary way of life, but recently, they had become divided in their thinking, as a slow, subtle change occurred. Packs of men had begun committing terrible crimes against women. A “new order” of jaguars had begun searching for women of their kind and raping them in an effort to have pureblood children. Lefa hadn’t known of the horrors, other than unconfirmed rumors, for the first few years, but now more and more men had joined the bands of marauding rebels. He feared not only for the women, but for their entire species. What woman would want to be with men who did such terrible things?
He had heard that some of the women now were rescuing those in captivity. Their world had turned upside down, and he had never once considered a vampire might be at work. Now it all made sense. Vampire. The vilest creature on the face of the earth. Since when had they tried to kill off an entire species? Kane knew. It had been arranged when they were younger, when they had been angry at the Prince for a wrong judgment. He felt ashamed now, knowing that one of his friends who had been around during the fruitless planning had turned vampire and was beginning to implement slowly. But how?
“You should be ashamed of yourself.” The voices hissed out.
Kane let out his breath in a long hiss of challenge. “Show yourselves. Do not hide in the shadows. Come out where I can see you.”
He couldn’t maintain the energy to stay long within the jaguar-man’s body. He had to rid the man of the taint of the vampire and get back to his own unprotected body. There is no need to feel shame. It was a brilliant plan. He took another breath and blocked everything out but the task at hand. The voices from the shadow world would have to wait. The jaguar-man was straining to hold the beast, keep it from leaping on him and tearing apart his unprotected body. The hot white light, pure energy, spilled over the center of the dark stain with terrible purpose. He focused his entire attention to the task, risking everything to do so, not only because it was the right thing to do, but because he wanted to make up, in some small way, for his part in the plot devised so many years earlier. What had only been an intellectual debate had at one time exploded into angry possibility, but he had thought they had discarded all notion of betrayal and sabotage.
He utilized every bit of energy to fight the small threads of wriggling parasites, burning them out of their hiding places, following them as they raced through the jaguar-man’s brain in an attempt to evade the attack. It was exhausting and time-consuming work. When he was done and returned to his own body, he staggered and nearly went down. His earlier need for blood had barely been satisfied, and using such energy had drained him. Only iron discipline kept him on his feet. Beside him, the jaguar contorted. Fur rippled and muscles stretched and lengthened. Skin and bands of muscle appeared; long, dark hair with streaks of gold running through it covered a noble head. A man crouched on the ground where the cat had been. Lefa straightened slowly until he was standing upright in front of him. Like all jaguar-men, he was comfortable with his nudity, his body roped with muscles, his hair shaggy.
“I apologize for attempting to take your life.”
He spoke with great dignity, his eyes meeting Kane’s without flinching, even as he gestured toward the blood dripping steadily down the hunter’s body.
Kane bowed slightly in acknowledgment, while keeping every sense alert for another attack.
“No man is responsible for what he does under the influence of the vampire.”
“I owe you a great debt for aiding me in getting rid of him.”
Kane knew better than to deny it. The jaguar-man was stiff with pride, the face edged with guilt and worry.
“It must have been difficult living with such a thing when you have worked so hard to save your people from the very thing that infected you.”
“I know the difference between right and wrong. Most of our remaining men do as well, but the vampire is like a disease. We can’t stop what we don’t see. If I go back and try to tell the others, I have no proof. I don’t have the ability, as you do, to find the taint of vampire and expel it.”
“If you do not, there is no hope for your species,” Kane pointed out. “Your women flee, as they should. The vampire is destroying you from the inside out.”