Part 10 (1/2)

Jo waited until Nicholas had scooted his chair in and glanced her way before giving up her position by the door and slowly crossing the room to reclaim her seat. She peered at him silently, and then merely raised her eyebrows in question. ”So? Are you a vampire, or not?”

Nicholas hesitated. ”Not in the traditional sense.”

”Uh huh, and how does that work?” Jo asked dryly. ”You see, to me that's kind of like an expectant mother saying she isn' t pregnant in the traditional sense. Either she's preggers or she isn't, and either you're a vampire or you're not. Which is it?”

Nicholas frowned and picked up his gla.s.s to take a drink. His expression thoughtful, he swallowed, set down the gla.s.s, and said, ”See now, I started this wrong. I started at the back end of the horse rather than the front.”

Jo simply raised an eyebrow.

”Our vampirism is scientifically based.”

Jo raised her other eyebrow.

”One of my ancestors was a scientist,” he began, ”and he was messing around with nanos and bioengineering, trying to find a way to repair injuries and cure disease from inside the body without the need for surgery. These nanos would be injected into the person and do the work... Kind of like-Have you seen that movie where they shrink this group of people and inject them into a sick guy in a shrunken s.h.i.+p?”

”I know what movie you're talking about,” Jo acknowledged slowly, her curiosity piqued. ”I can' t remember the name, but I know the movie.”

”Right, well that's kind of what he was trying to create, but only, as I say, with nanos instead of shrunken people.”

”And he succeeded?” Jo asked with interest.

”Nah, he died,” Nicholas said with a grimace. ”I mean he did, but old age got him before he perfected it. Others took up where he left off, though, and eventually they did succeed... sort of. It wasn't quite as successful as they'd hoped.” He paused to take another drink before adding, ”Or perhaps it was more successful than he'd expected.”

Jo raised her eyebrows again. ”Which is it? Was it successful or not?”

”Both,” he decided. ”The end result worked, but... These bio-nanos did destroy illnesses in the body and repair injuries as intended, but once done they were supposed to disintegrate and be flushed from the bodies... only they didn' t.”

”They didn't disintegrate? Or they didn't leave the body?” she asked.

”Either,” Nicholas said grimly, and then explained, ”See, their program was general rather than specific. It wasn't like they created a bunch of different nanos with ones for cancer, ones to repair bones or skin, etc. They had one kind of nano with a very wide ranging and general programming, to repair the body and return it to peak condition and then basically self- destruct, but the body is in constant need of repair. Every breath we take sucks in pollution, the sun constantly attacks the skin. Just the simple pa.s.sage of time sees a wear on cells and bones and tissue. The body is in constant need of repair, so-”

”So the nanos didn't disintegrate, but stuck around and continued repairing,” Jo guessed, and he nodded, a smile curving his lips at her figuring that out.

”Exactly.”

Jo considered that and then shook her head. ”I don't see that as a problem. I'd think it would be a good thing to have something like that in your system, fighting off illness and repairing wounds.”

”It is,” Nicholas said solemnly. ”But it comes with a price.”

”Which is?” she asked with a frown.

”The nanos don't just see cancer or colds or a terrible burn as something that needs repair.

They're programmed to repair all damage and keep their host at their peak condition... and they see the effects of even aging as something that needs to be repaired. They repair and fix it all.” Jo's eyes narrowed as she asked, ”Are you saying people with these nanos don't age?”

Nicholas nodded. ”And anyone over the age of twenty- five or thirty will actually reverse in age if given them.”

Her eyes widened. ”So it's kind of like a sip from the fountain of youth? You never get ill or age and the old become young again?” When he nodded, she smiled wryly and said, ”Forgive me, maybe I'm just dense, but I'm not seeing a downside here. What's this price you mentioned?”

Nicholas grimaced. ”The nanos use blood to perform these functions as well as to power and regenerate themselves.”

”That's interesting,” Jo said, eyes widening. ”Smart too since our bodies make blood.”

”But not enough to power the nanos,” he said quietly. ”They use more blood than a body can create on its own.”

”I see,” Jo breathed, sitting back as she understood the problem, and what he'd meant by not being a vampire in the traditional sense. ”So I'm guessing the nanos gave you fangs so you can feed on others for that blood, but you aren't dead, and can go out in the sun, and I presume-since the source of your vampirism is scientific in nature-religious icons and items don't affect you?”

”No they don't,” Nicholas agreed.

She was silent for a minute, her gaze returning to her gla.s.s as she now began to turn it on the table, her mind suddenly whirling with questions. She started with, ”And you have these nanos in you?”

”Yes.”

Jo nodded. It was nothing more than she'd expected. He'd flashed fang and apparently bit her earlier. She asked, ”How long have they had this technology? I'm guessing not long,” she added thoughtfully. ”I'm sure it would be all over the news if-”

”Actually, it's been longer than you'd think,” he muttered.

Jo narrowed her eyes on him as another question popped into her head. ”How old are you? I mean you look like twenty-seven or so, but if the nanos make you look young again...” She paused. He was suddenly avoiding her eyes and looking uncomfortable and even reluctant. Jo got the distinct impression that this question was not something he wanted to answer, and she began to suspect he was much older than he looked. Probably her father's age or something, she decided. No doubt he was given the nanos because of heart disease or another infirmity related to old age. The thought made her sigh unhappily. She had never been into older men.

At least not way older men. Her parents had died in a car accident when she was younger, but while her father might be dead, she wasn' t looking for a replacement daddy. Five years was usually her limit for age difference with men. On the other hand, the guy looked her age. And he didn't act like a geriatric. ”So?” she prompted. ”How old are you?”

Nicholas peered at her solemnly and then admitted, ”I was born in 1449.”

Jo released her gla.s.s and gaped at him. ”What? I think I heard that wrong. What did you just say? What year were you born?”

”1449,” he repeated solemnly.

”How-You can' t-That isn't possible,” she said finally. ”They didn't have that kind of technology back then. Heck, they-”

”My ancestors did,” Nicholas a.s.sured her quietly.

”Your ancestors” Jo echoed blankly. ”Well, where the heck are your ancestors from? Venus?

Saturn? Mars maybe?”

Nicholas smiled faintly, but shook his head. ”No, they were mortals from a place called Atlantis that fell before the coming of Christ.”

”Atlantis?” Jo echoed, eyes wide. She'd heard of the place, of course. She doubted anyone hadn't heard of Atlantis. There were all sorts of myths about the place. Even its very existence was something of a myth since most people weren' t sure it ever existed. Apparently it had... and jeez, he wasn't kidding about advanced technology if they were playing with nanos there way back when.

Atlantis, she thought on a sigh. Wasn' t it just like her that in a country full of Canadians she falls for the oddball guy from Atlantis? That thought reminded her of an old show that she used to watch in reruns as a kid, The Man from Atlantis. The memory of it made her glance at his perfectly formed hands and then lean to the side to peer at his shod feet under the table.

Straightening, she asked, ”Do you have webbed feet, like the guy on the Man from Atlantis?”

”No,” Nicholas snapped with disgust. ”Good G.o.d, woman, you saw me naked.”

”It wasn' t your feet I was looking at,” Jo said dryly, and then her eyes widened as the man actually blushed.

Releasing a pent-up sigh, he said, ”That show was a load of nonsense. We're vampires, not fish.”

”But not traditional vampires, Atlantean vampires,” Jo suggested with gentle teasing.