Bloody Bones (42 page)

“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.

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HERE 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 like 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.