Bloody Bones, Page 22

Chapter 36~37

  Chapter 36

  "Now what?" I asked.

  "Serephina awaits us at the party. She sent suitable clothing for you. You can change in the limousine," Janos said.

  "What party?" I asked.

  "The one we have come to invite you to. She is delivering Jean-Claude's invitation in person. "

  That didn't sound good. "I think we'll pass on the party. "

  "I don't think so," Janos said.

  Another vampire stepped out of the trees. It was the brunette that had tormented Jason. She stalked forward in a long black dress that covered her from neck to ankle. She slid her arms around Janos, nuzzling his neck, giving us a glimpse of her pale back. Only a fine webbing of black straps covered her back. The dress moved like it would slide down her body at the least movement, but somehow it stayed in place. Fashion-plate magic. Her dark hair was in a looping braid to one side of her face. She looked good for someone I'd seen ripped to rotting bits of flesh.

  I couldn't keep the surprise off my face.

  "I thought she was dead," Larry said.

  "So did I. "

  "I would never have risked Pallas if I truly thought your werewolf could kill her," Janos said.

  A second figure came out of the dark woods. Long white hair framed a thin, fine-boned face. His eyes glowed blood-red. I'd seen vampires with glowing eyes before, but they always glowed the color of their irises. No one who had ever been human had red irises. He wore a proverbial black tux and tails, complete with a nearly ankle-length cape.

  "Xavier," I said softly.

  Larry looked at me. "This is the vampire that's been killing everyone?"

  I nodded.

  "Then what's he doing here?"

  "That's how you found Jeff so quickly. You're working with Xavier," I said. "Does Serephina know?"

  Janos smiled. "She is master of all, Anita, even him. " He said the last like it impressed him.

  "You won't get to munch on your fairie for long if the cops trace Xavier to you. "

  "Xavier was following orders. He was on a recruitment drive. " Janos seemed to like saying that last bit like it was an in-joke.

  "Why did you want Ellie Quinlan?"

  "Xavier likes a bit of young boy now and then. It is his one weakness. He turned the girl's lover, and the boy wanted her with him forever. Tonight she will rise and feed with us. "

  Not if I could help it. "What do you want, Janos?"

  "I was sent to make your life easier," he said.

  "Yeah, right. "

  Pallas uncurled herself from Janos. She glided over to Stirling.

  Stirling stared up at her, cradling his broken arm. It had to hurt like hell, but it wasn't pain on his face now, it was fear. He stared up at the vampire; all the arrogance had slipped away. He looked like a kid who'd discovered the thing under the bed was really there.

  A third vampire moved out of the trees. It was the blonde half of the pair. She looked fine, like she'd never rotted right before our eyes. I'd never known a vampire that could look so dead, and not be.

  "You remember Bettina," he said.

  Bettina wore a black dress that left her pale shoulders bare. A throw of black cloth went over one shoulder and down the front of the dress. A gold belt held it in place, cinching her waist tight. Her yellow braid was wound in a crown atop her head.

  She walked towards us, and her face was perfect. The dry, rotting skin had been a bad dream, a nightmare. I wish. Fire, Jean-Claude had said, fire was the only surety. I thought he'd meant just Janos.

  Janos reached over and grabbed Jeff from Kissa. He gripped the boy's shoulders with both black-gloved hands. His fingers were longer than they should have been, as though they had an extra joint. Against the white of Jeff's jacket, you could tell that the index finger was as long as the middle finger. Another myth that was true, at least for Janos. Those long, strange fingers dug into Jeff just a little.

  Jeff's eyes were so wide it looked painful.

  "What's going on?" I asked.

  Kissa was dressed in the same black vinyl outfit she'd had on in the torture room, though it couldn't be the exact same one, because the first one had Larry's bullet hole in it. She stood beside him, her hands in fists. She stood very still, as only the dead can, but there was a tension to her, a wariness. She wasn't happy. Her dark skin was strangely pale. She hadn't fed yet tonight. I could always tell. . . with most vampires. There are always exceptions.

  Xavier moved in a shadow of that impossible blurring speed past Stirling, to stand beside the still unconscious Ms. Harrison. Larry shook his head. "Did he just appear there, or did I see him move?"

  "He moved," I said.

  I expected Janos to send Kissa out to join the others, but he didn't. A figure crawled over the lip of the hill, dragging itself into sight like it hurt to move. Pale hands dug into the naked dirt, pale arms bare to the spring night. The head drooped towards the ground, short dark hair hiding the face. With one upward motion, the face raised into the moonlight. Thin, bloodless lips drew back from fangs. The face was ravaged with hunger. I knew the eyes were brown only because I'd seen them staring lifelessly at the ceiling of Ellie Quinlan's bedroom. There was no pull to her eyes, but down in the dark depths a flicker of something burned. It wasn't sanity; hunger, maybe. An animal's emotion, nothing human. Maybe after they'd let her feed for the first time, she'd have time for emotions; now everything had narrowed down to one basic need.

  "Is that who I think it is?" Larry asked.

  "Yeah," I said.

  Jeff tried to run to her. "Ellie!"

  Janos jerked him tight against his chest, one arm around his shoulders like an embrace. Jeff struggled against that arm, tried to run to his dead sister. I was with Janos on this one. The newly risen have a tendency to eat first and ask questions later. The thing that had once been Ellie Quinlan would have gladly torn out her baby brother's throat. She'd have bathed in the blood, and minutes, or days, or weeks later, she would realize what she'd done. She might even regret it.

  "Go, Angela; go to Xavier," Janos said.

  "A new name won't change who she was," I said.

  Janos looked at me. "She is two years dead, and her name is Angela. "

  "Her name is Ellie," Jeff said. He'd stopped struggling, but he looked at his dead sister with fresh horror, as if just beginning to really see her.

  "People will recognize her, Janos. "

  "We shall be careful, Anita. Our new angel will see no one that we do not wish. "

  "Well, isn't that cozy?" I said.

  "It will be," he said, "once she has drunk her fill. "

  "I'm impressed that you dragged her this far without feeding her first. "

  "I did it. " Xavier's voice was surprisingly pleasant. It was disturbing hearing that voice coming from that pale, ghostly face.

  I looked at him, careful to avoid his gaze. "Impressive," I said.

  "Andy brought her over, and I brought Andy over. I am her master. "

  Since Andy hadn't shown up, I was betting I'd killed him in the woods with Sheriff St. John. Probably not a good time to bring that up. "And who is your master?"

  "Serephina, for now," Xavier said.

  I glanced at Janos. "You haven't worked out which of you is top dog, have you?" I smiled.

  "You waste our time, Anita. Our master awaits you eagerly. Let us finish this. Call our angel. "

  Xavier held out one pale hand. Ellie made a noise low in her throat, and scrambled on all fours over the raw dirt. The long black dress tangled around her legs. She tore at it impatiently. The cloth ripped like paper in her hands, the skirt shredding around her bare legs. She grabbed Xavier's hand like it was a lifeline. She bent over his wrist, and only his hand in her hair kept her from trying to feed on him.

  "There is no sustenance for you from the dead, Angela," Janos said. "Feed on the living. "

  Pallas and Bettina kne
lt on either side of Stirling. Xavier fell gracefully beside Ms. Harrison, his black cape spread out around him like a pool of blood. He kept hold of Ellie's hair the whole way down, forcing her snarling face to touch the dirt. Her hands dug at his hands, mewling sounds crawling from her throat. Nothing that was human should have made sounds like that.

  "Ms. Blake," Stirling said, "you're the law. You have to protect me. "

  "I thought you were going to see me in court, Raymond. Something about me attacking you and Ms. Harrison with zombies. "

  "I didn't mean it. " He glanced up at the kneeling vampires, then back to me. "I won't tell. I won't tell anyone. Please. "

  I just looked at him. "Begging for mercy, Raymond?"

  "Yes, yes, I'm begging. "

  "Like the mercy you showed Bayard?"

  "Please. "

  Bettina caressed Stirling's cheek. He jerked like it had burned. "Please!"

  Shit.

  "We can't just watch," Larry said.

  "You have another suggestion?"

  "You never give anyone over to the monsters, not for any reason. It's a rule," he said.

  It was my rule. I'd believed in it once, back when I'd been sure who the monsters were.

  He was pulling the chain out from inside his shirt.

  "Don't do this, Larry. Don't get us killed for Raymond Stirling. "

  His cross spilled out in the open air. It glowed like Serephina's eyes. He just looked at me.

  I sighed, and brought out my own cross. "This is a bad idea. "

  "I know," he said. "But I can't just watch. "

  I stared at his earnest face, and knew it was true. He couldn't just watch. I could have. I might not have enjoyed it, but I could have let it happen. More's the pity.

  "What are you doing with your little holy objects?" Janos asked.

  "Stopping this," I said.

  "You want them dead, Anita. "

  "Not like this," I said.

  "Would you have me let you use your gun and waste all this blood?"

  He was offering to let me shoot them. I shook my head. "I don't think that's an option anymore. "

  "It was never an option," Larry said.

  I let that go; no need to disillusion him. I walked towards Pallas and Bettina. Larry walked towards Ellie and Xavier, cross held outward to the length of its chain, as if that made it work better. Nothing wrong with a little dramatic gesture, but I'd have to clue him in that it didn't really help. But later.

  The cross's glow grew until it was like wearing a 100-watt lightbulb naked around your neck. I saw the world as a black circle outside the glow.

  Xavier was on his feet facing Larry, but the others had crawled away from their prey, beaten by the light.

  "Thank you, Ms. Blake," Stirling said. "Thank you. " He grabbed my leg with his good hand, fawning over me. I fought an urge to shake him off.

  "Thank Larry; I'd have let you die. "

  He didn't seem to hear me. He was nearly crying with relief, slobbering all over my Nikes.

  "Back away from them, please. " The voice was female and honey-thick.

  I blinked over the glow of the cross and saw Kissa holding a gun. A revolver that looked like a Magnum; hard to tell in the glow. Whatever it was, it'd make a big hole.

  "Move away from them, now. "

  "I thought Serephina didn't want me dead. "

  "Kissa will shoot your young friend. "

  I stopped in mid-breath and let it out. "If you kill him, I won't cooperate with whatever you have in mind for tonight. "

  "You misunderstand us, Anita," Janos said. "My master does not require your cooperation. Everything she wants from you can be taken by force. "

  I stared at him over the shining light. He had Jeff cuddled against him; most heartwarming.

  "Take off your crosses and throw them far out into the trees," Janos said. He ran a gloved hand along both sides of Jeff's face, planting a kiss on his cheek.

  "Now that we know you would give up your safety for both young men, we have one more hostage than is absolutely necessary. " He put his hands on either side of Jeff's neck, just holding, not hurting, not yet.

  "Take off your crosses and throw them into the woods. I will not ask a third time. "

  I stared at him. I didn't want to give up my cross. I glanced at Larry. He was still facing off against Xavier, his cross glowing bravely. Shit.

  "Kissa, shoot the man. "

  "No," I said. I undid the chain. "Don't shoot him. "

  "Don't do it , Anita," Larry said.

  "I can't watch them shoot you, not if I can stop it. " I let the chain pool in my hand; the cross shone with a blue-white flame like burning magnesium. It was a bad idea to throw it away. A real bad idea. I tossed it into the woods. The cross glittered like a falling star and died out of sight in the dark.

  "Now your cross, Larry," Janos said.

  Larry shook his head. "You'll have to shoot me. "

  "We'll shoot the boy," Janos said. "Or perhaps I'll feed upon him while you watch. " He pinned Jeff against himself with one arm, while his other hand dug into the boy's hair, holding him immobile, neck exposed.

  Larry looked at me. "What do I do, Anita?"

  "You have to decide this one for yourself," I said.

  "They'll really kill him, won't they?"

  "Yeah, they will. "

  He cursed under his breath and let the cross fall against his chest. He undid the chain and threw it out into the woods with a lot of force to it, as if he could throw his anger with it.

  When the light from his cross died away, we stood there in the darkness. The moonlight that had seemed so bright before was a dim substitute.

  My night vision returned in stages. Kissa stepped closer, the gun still pointed at us. The first time I'd seen her, she had exuded sexuality, power; now she was docile, quiet, as though some of her power had been drained away. She looked pale and drawn. She needed to feed.

  "Why haven't they let you feed tonight?" I asked.

  "Our master is not a hundred percent sure of Kissa's loyalty. It needed testing, didn't it, my dark beauty?"

  Kissa didn't answer. She stared at me with large, dark eyes, but the gun never wavered.

  "Feed, children, feed. "

  Pallas and Bettina walked over to Stirling. They stared at me over him. I stared back.

  Stirling grabbed my leg. "You can't let them have me. Please, please. "

  Pallas knelt by him. Bettina walked around to the side I was on. She pulled Stirling's hand off my leg. The vampire's lower back brushed my legs. I took a step back, and Stirling started screaming.

  Xavier and Ellie had already started to feed on the blessedly unconscious Ms. Harrison. Larry looked at me, hands out, empty, helpless.

  I didn't know what to say.

  "Don't touch me, don't touch me!" Stirling batted at Pallas with his good hand, and the vampire caught it easily, held it.

  "At least put him under," I said.

  Pallas looked up at me. "After he tried to kill you? Why show him mercy?"

  "Maybe I don't want to hear him scream. "

  Pallas smiled. Her eyes flashed dark fire. "For you, Anita, anything. "

  She grabbed Stirling's chin, forcing him to meet her gaze.

  "Ms. Blake, help me. Help. . . " The words died in his mouth.

  I watched everything slide out of his eyes, until they were empty and waiting.

  "Come to me, Raymond," Pallas said. "Come to me. "

  Stirling sat up, his one good arm embracing the vampire. He tried to use the broken arm, but it wouldn't bend at the elbow.

  Bettina bent the broken arm backward and forward, laughing. Stirling never reacted to the pain. He snuggled against Pallas. The look on his face was one of happiness, joy. Eagerness.

  Pallas sank fangs into his neck. Stirling spasmed for a second, then relaxed and began making soft noises
in his throat.

  Pallas moved Stirling's head to one side, sucking on the wound but leaving enough room on the other side for someone else. Bettina sank fangs into the exposed flesh.

  The two vampires fed, heads so close together their hair mingled, gold and black. And Raymond Stirling made happy noises while they killed him.

  Larry walked away to the edge of the clearing, hugging his arms tight across his chest.

  I stayed where I was. I watched. I had wanted Stirling dead. It would be cowardly to look away. Besides, I should have to watch. I needed to remember who the monsters were. Maybe if I forced myself not to look away, not to blink, I wouldn't forget again.

  I stared at Stirling's happy, eager face, until his arm dropped away from Pallas's back, and his eyes closed. He passed out from blood loss and shock, and the vampires hugged him tight, and fed.

  His eyes flew open wide, and a gurgling sound crawled out of his throat. Fear screamed out of his eyes. Pallas raised a hand and stroked Stirling's hair, a gesture you'd use on a frightened child. The fear died out of his eyes, and I watched the last light die with it. I watched Raymond Stirling die, and knew I would remember that last look of terror in my dreams for weeks to come.

  Chapter 37

  There was a rush of wind that raised a fine cloud of dirt. Jean-Claude appeared as if conjured from the air itself. I had never been so happy to see him. I didn't run to his arms, but I moved to stand near him. Larry followed me. Jean-Claude wasn't always the safest refuge, but right now he looked pretty damn good.

  He was dressed in one of his white shirts. This one had so much lace on the front it looked fluffy. A short white jacket hit him just at the waist. More lace peeked from the sleeves of the jacket. He wore tight white pants with a black belt. The belt matched his velvet black boots.

  "I did not expect you here, Jean-Claude," Janos said. I couldn't tell for sure, but he sounded surprised. Goody.

  "Serephina delivered her invitation in person, Janos, but it was not enough. "

  "You surprise me, Jean-Claude," he said.

  "I surprised Serephina, as well. " He sounded terribly calm. If he was afraid standing outnumbered on the hilltop, it didn't show. I'd have loved to know how he'd surprised Serephina.

  Jason walked up the far side of the hill, from the direction of the Jeep. He wore black leather pants that looked like they'd been poured on him, short black boots, and no shirt. There was what looked like a silver-studded dog collar around his neck, and a black glove on either hand, but other than that he was naked from the waist up. I hoped Jason had chosen his own outfit for tonight.

  The right side of his face was bruised from chin to forehead as though something large had hit him.

  "I see your pet joined the struggle," Janos said.

  "He is mine in every way, Janos. They are all mine. "

  Just this once I let it go. If my choice was belonging to Jean-Claude or to Serephina, I knew what my vote would be.

  Larry moved so close to me that I could have taken his hand. Maybe he didn't like being included in Jean-Claude's menagerie.

  "You have lost that air of humbleness that I found so appealing, Jean-Claude. Have you refused Serephina's invitation altogether?"

  "I will come to Serephina's party, but on my own with my people around me. "

  I glanced at him. Was he crazy?

  He frowned. "Serephina wanted you at the party in chains. "

  "We can all live with this choice, Janos. "

  "Are you saying you would challenge us all here and now?" There was an edge of laughter in his voice.

  "I will not die alone, Janos. In the end you may have me, but it will cost you dearly. "

  "If you will truly come of your own free will, then come," Janos said. "Our master calls; let us answer that call. " Janos, Bettina, and Pallas were just suddenly airborne. It wasn't flying, or levitation. I had no word for it. Larry whispered, "Dear God. " The first time you see a vampire fly is a red-letter night.

  The others scattered into the trees in that blurring motion that made them disappear almost as fast as flying. Ellie Quinlan had vanished with the rest of them. Her brother had been carried away by Janos. Until that moment I hadn't known a vampire could carry more than its own body weight while "flying. " Learn something new every night.

  We found our guns and walked down the mountainside. Our crosses were well and truly lost. Even Jean-Claude walked, and I knew he had other methods of transportation. Was it considered impolite to fly when others couldn't?

  The Jeep was still where I'd parked it. The night was still thick. It was hours until dawn, and I just wanted to go home.

  "I took the liberty of choosing clothes for you to wear tonight," Jean-Claude said. "They are in the Jeep. "

  "I locked the Jeep," I said.

  He just smiled at me.

  I sighed. "Fine. " When I tried the handle it was unlocked. Clothes were folded in the passenger seat. They were black leather. I shook my head. "I don't think so. "

  "Your clothes, ma petite, are on the driver's side. Those are Lawrence's clothes. "

  Larry peered over my shoulder. "You've got to be kidding. "

  I walked around the Jeep and found a clean pair of black jeans. The tightest pair I owned. A bloodred tank top that I didn't remember buying. It felt like silk. There was a black duster coat that I had never seen. When I tried it for length it hit me at mid-calf, and billowed capelike when I moved. I liked the coat. The silk blouse I could have done without.

  "Not bad," I said.

  "Mine is bad," Larry said. "I don't even know how to get into these pants. "

  "Jason, help him dress. " Jason picked up the bundle of leather and carried them to the back of the Jeep. Larry followed him but didn't look happy.

  "No boots?" I said.

  Jean-Claude smiled. "I didn't think you would give up your jogging shoes. "

  "Damn straight. "

  "Change quickly, ma petite; we must arrive at Serephina's before she decides to kill the boy just for spite. "

  "Would Xavier let her kill his new toy?"

  "If she is truly his master, he has no choice. Now, dress, ma petite, quickly. " I walked towards the far side of the Jeep but that brought me within earshot, and nearly eyesight, of Larry. I stopped and sighed. What the hell.

  I turned my back on Jean-Claude and slid out of my shoulder holster. "How did you guys get away from Serephina?" I slipped my shirt over my head. I fought the urge to look back. I knew Jean-Claude was watching; why check?

  "Jason jumped her at a crucial moment. It was distraction enough for us to flee, but little else. I'm afraid the room is something of a mess. "

  His voice was so mild I had to see his face. I slid the red tank top on and turned. He was standing closer than I'd thought, nearly within touching distance. He stood there in his white clothes, spotless and perfect.

  "Step a few paces back, please. I'd like a little privacy. "

  He smiled, but he did what I asked. A first.

  "Had she underestimated you that badly?" I asked. I changed jeans as quickly as I could. I tried not to think of him watching. It was too embarrassing.

  "I was forced to flee, ma petite. Janos calls her master, and he defeated me. I cannot stand against her, not in a fair fight. "

  I slipped the shoulder holster back on, threading the belt I'd been wearing back through it. The straps chafed a little with no sleeves but it was better than not having it. I got the Firestar from under my seat and tucked the inner pants holster down the front of my jeans. It would show, even with the duster. I finally put it at the small of my back, though it wasn't my first or even second choice of places. I got the silver knives out of the glove compartment and strapped them to my forearms. I also got out a small box. It held two extra crosses. Vampires seemed to always be taking them from me.

  Jean-Claude watched it all with interest. His dark eyes followed my hands l
ike he was memorizing the movements.

  I put the duster on and walked a few steps to get the feel of everything. I drew both knives just to make sure the coat sleeves weren't too tight. I drew both guns and still didn't like the Firestar. I finally shifted the inner pants holster to one side. It dug into my side hard enough to bruise, but I could draw it in a reasonable time. That was more important than comfort tonight. I slipped an extra clip for both guns in the coat pockets. They were loaded with nonsilver bullets. It made me nervous to only have the silver bullets that were in the guns, but Rawhead and Bloody Bones was going to make his appearance sometime tonight. Magnus might even be there. I wanted ammo for everything I'd meet tonight.

  Larry came out from behind the Jeep. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. It wasn't that he looked bad, he just looked so uncomfortable. He seemed to have trouble walking in the black leather pants.

  "Just walk naturally," Jason said.

  "I can't," Larry said. He had a silk tank top that was the twin of mine except it was blue instead of red. He had short black boots on. The black jacket he'd borrowed from Jason last night completed the outfit.

  I looked at the boots.

  "Black jogging shoes perhaps, ma petite, but white jogging shoes with black leather? I do not think so. "

  "I feel ridiculous," Larry said. "How can you wear this all the time?"

  "I like leather," Jason said.

  "We must be off," Jean-Claude said. "Anita, if you would drive?"

  "I thought you might want to fly," I said.

  "It is important we arrive together," he said.

  Larry and I added salt to our pockets. With the extra ammo clips in one pocket and salt in the other, my coat hung a little crooked, but hey, we weren't going to a fashion show. We all slid into the Jeep. There was a lot of protesting from the back seat. "These pants are even more uncomfortable sitting down. "

  "I will remember your dislike of leather in the future, Lawrence. "

  "My name is Larry. "

  I drove the Jeep down the rutted road that led out of the construction site. "Serephina wants to be immortal. " I turned onto the main road and headed back towards Branson, though of course we'd be stopping at Serephina's on the way.

  Jean-Claude turned in his seat to stare at me. "What are you saying, ma petite?"

  I told him. I told him about Rawhead and Bloody Bones, and Serephina's plan. "She's mad. "

  "Not entirely, ma petite. It might not give her immortality, but it would give her undreamt-of power. The question remaining is, how did Serephina grow powerful enough to snag Janos before she fed off Magnus and Bloody Bones?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Janos was in the old country. He would not have left voluntarily. He followed her. Where did she get the power to subjugate him?"

  "Maybe Magnus isn't the first fairie she's fed off," I said.

  "Perhaps," he said, "or perhaps she has found other food. "

  "What other food?"

  "That, ma petite, is the question that I would very much like answered. "

  "Thinking of changing diets?" I asked.

  "Power is always tempting, ma petite, but for tonight I was thinking of more practical matters. If we can discover her source of power, we might be able to undo it. "

  "How?"

  He shook his head. "I do not know, but unless we can find some trick to pull out of our hats tonight, ma petite, we are doomed. " He sounded remarkably calm about it. I wasn't calm. My pulse was thundering so fast I could feel it in my throat and wrists. Hear it like a rushing in my ears. Doomed: it had a bad ring to it. With Serephina waiting at the other end, it had a very bad ring to it indeed.