Bloody Bones (44 page)

Serephina cradled its huge, dirty hand in her white-gloved hands. She pushed back the ragged sleeve, laying the thick, muscled wrist bare.

“Stop her,
ma petite.
”

I glanced down at Jean-Claude, who was still cowering before the crosses' fire. “What?”

“If she drinks from it, the crosses may not work against her.”

I didn't question him; there was no time. I drew the Browning and felt Larry draw his gun.

Serephina bent over the fairie's wrist, mouth wide, fangs glistening.

I pulled the trigger. The bullet smacked into the side of her head. The force rocked her, and blood dribbled down. She could be shot. Life was good. Janos threw himself in front of her, and it was like trying to hit Superman. I pulled the trigger twice, staring at his dead-eyed face from just over a yard. He smiled at me. Silver bullets just weren't going to do it.

Larry had stepped around Jean-Claude. He was firing at Pallas and Bettina. They kept coming. Kissa stayed on the floor. Ellie seemed frozen in the face of the crosses.

Bloody Bones stood there like it was waiting for orders, or didn't give a damn. It was staring at Magnus like it recognized him. It was not a friendly look.

Serephina's voice came from behind Janos's protective body. “Give me your wrist.”

The fairie gave a ragged smile. “Soon I will be free to kill you.” It looked at Magnus when it said it.

I didn't really want something the size of a small giant mad at me, but I didn't want Serephina to have its power either. I fired into its raw head, and I might as well have spit at it. The shot did earn me a dirty look. “I have no quarrel with you,” the fairie said. “Do not make one.”

Staring into its monstrous face, I agreed. But what could I do? “What'll we do?” Larry asked. He'd moved to stand nearly back to back with me. Bettina and Pallas had stopped just out of touching range, held at bay by the crosses, not the guns. Jean-Claude had gone to his knees, face cradled away from the glare of the crosses, but he didn't crawl away. He stayed within the protective touch of that light.

Silver bullets wouldn't hurt the fey, so . . . I hit the button on the Browning and popped the clip out. I fished in my pocket for the extra clip and slid it home. I aimed at the thing's chest, where I hoped the heart was, and pulled.

Bloody Bones bellowed. Blood blossomed on its ragged clothes. I knew when it felt Serephina bite into its flesh. Power whirled through the room, raising every hair on my body. For a heartbeat I couldn't breathe; there was too much magic in the room for something as mundane as breathing.

Serephina rose slowly from behind Janos's dark form. She levitated to the ceiling, bathing in the light of the crosses, smiling. The bullet wound in her head was healed. Her eyes licked white flame around her face, and I knew we were going to die.

Xavier appeared in the door to the basement. He held a sword in his hands, but it was heavier, softer-edged than any blade I'd ever seen. He stared at Serephina and smiled.

“I have fed you,” Bloody Bones said. “Free me.”

Serephina threw her hands skyward, caressing the ceiling. “No,” she breathed, “never. I will drink you dry and bathe in your power.”

“You promised,” Bloody Bones said.

She stared at him, floating; her eyes of fire were even with his raw face. “I lied,” she said.

Xavier cried, “No!” He tried to come closer, but the crosses kept him just out of reach.

I threw a handful of salt on Serephina and Bloody Bones. She laughed at me. “What are you doing, Niña?”

“Never break your word to the fey,” I said. “It negates all bargains.”

A sword appeared in Bloody Bones' hands, just appeared like the fey had grabbed it out of mid-air. It was the one I'd seen Xavier carrying at the Quinlans' house. How many scimitars as long as my upper body could there be? He stabbed it through Serephina's chest, spitting her in midair like a butterfly. Normal steel shouldn't have touched her, but backed by the fairie's magic, it could. He pinned her to the wall, driving the hilt into her chest. He tore the sword out of her, twisting it, doing as much damage as he could.

She shrieked and slid down, leaving a bloody trail on the naked wall.

Bloody Bones turned back to the rest of us. It touched fingers to its bleeding chest. “I will forgive you this wound, because you freed me. When he is dead, there will be no more wounds.” He drove the sword into Magnus. The move was so quick, it looked like stop action. He was as fast as Xavier. Shit.

Magnus fell to his knees, mouth wide with a scream he had no breath to make. Bloody Bones drew the sword upward like he had with Serephina, and it reminded me of the wounds that the boys had had.

If Bloody Bones would help us escape Serephina and company, I had no problem with that, but then what? It drew the sword outward, and Magnus was still alive, staring up at me. He reached out to me, and I could have let him die. Bloody Bones raised the blade back for a final blow.

I pointed the Browning at it. “Don't move. Until you kill him, you're mortal, and bullets can kill you.”

The fairie froze, staring at me. “What do you want, mortal?”

“You killed the boys in the woods, didn't you?”

Bloody Bones blinked at me. “They were wicked children.”

“If you get out of here, will you kill more wicked children?”

Bloody Bones looked at me, blinked, then said, “It is what I do. What I am.”

I fired before I could think. If it moved first, I was dead. The bullet took it between the eyes. It staggered backwards, but didn't go down.

“
Ma petite,
the crosses, or I cannot help you.” Jean-Claude's voice was a harsh whisper.

I slipped the cross inside my shirt; a second later Larry followed suit. The room was suddenly darker, colder with just the candlelight. Bloody Bones raced forward, and it was just a blur. I fired into it and didn't know if I hit it or not.

The sword swung out to meet me, and Jean-Claude was suddenly there hanging onto the arm, sending it off balance. Larry moved up beside me, and we both fired into the fey's chest.

It shook Jean-Claude off, sending him skittering into a wall. Larry and I stood our ground, shoulder to shoulder. I saw the sword coming like a blur of silver, and knew I couldn't get out of the way in time.

Xavier was suddenly in front of me, the strange sword blocking Bloody Bones' blade. The steel blade stopped an inch from my face. Xavier's sword was notched where the steel had bit into it. The strange sword shoved upward through Bloody Bones' chest. The fairie bellowed, slicing at Xavier, but he was in too close for the fairie's giant sword.

Bloody Bones collapsed to its knees. Xavier twisted the sword as if hunting for the heart. He jerked the sword out in a wash of gore. The fairie collapsed on its stomach, shrieking. It tried to raise itself. I pressed the barrel of the Browning against its skull and fired as fast as I could. From point-blank range you didn't need to aim. Larry moved up beside me and fired. We emptied the clips into it, and it was still breathing. Xavier drove the sword through its back, pinning it to the floor. Its chest rose and fell, struggling for air.

I switched the Firestar and changed its clip to nonsilver.
Three shots more, and as if a critical mass had been reached, the head exploded in a rush of bone and blood and thicker, wetter things.

Xavier was on its back when it blew. We stood there covered in bloody brains. Xavier drew the sword out of its back. The sword came out notched, dented from contact with bone. We stood there by the dead giant, the two of us isolated in one clear moment of understanding.

“The sword's cold iron, isn't it?” I asked.

“Yes,” he said. The pupils of his eyes were scarlet as a cherry, not the blood color of an albino, but truly red. Humans didn't have eyes like that.

“You're fey,” I said.

“Don't be silly. The fairie can't become vampires, everyone knows that.”

I stared at him, and shook my head. “You tampered with Magnus's spell. You did this to him.”

“He did this to himself,” Xavier said.

“Did you help Bloody Bones kill the teenagers, the children, or did you just give him the sword?”

“I fed him my victims when I grew tired of them.”

I had eight shots left in the Firestar. Maybe he saw the thought move behind my eyes. “Neither lead nor silver bullets will harm me. I am proof against both.”

“Where's Jeff Quinlan?”

“He's down in the basement.”

“Get him.”

“I don't think so.” And suddenly there was sound again, movement again, besides us. He'd bespelled me, and bad things had been happening while I'd been caught.

Jason was coughing blood on the carpet. If he'd been human, I'd have said he was dying. Being a lycanthrope, he might live to see morning. One of the vampires had hurt him badly. I didn't know which one.

Jean-Claude was lying under a pile of vampires made up of Ellie, Kissa, Bettina, and Pallas. His voice came out in a thundering yell, echoing through the room. It was impressive, but not enough. “Do not do it,
ma petite.
”

Janos stood near the throne with Larry. They'd tied his
hands behind his back with one of the cords that held the drapes. A piece of cloth was shoved in his mouth. Janos had one pale spider hand around Larry's neck.

Serephina was propped on her throne, black blood pouring out of her. I'd never seen anyone lose so much blood so quickly. Her chest was torn open so wide I had a glimpse of a frantically beating heart.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“No,
ma petite.
” Jean-Claude struggled to move and couldn't. “It is a trap.”

“Tell me something I don't know.”

“She wants you, necromancer,” Janos said.

I let that sink in for a minute. “Why?”

“You have stolen her immortal blood from her. You will take its place.”

“It wasn't immortal,” I said. “We proved that.”

“It was powerful, necromancer, as you are powerful. She will drink you up and live.”

“What about me?”

“You will live forever, Anita, forever.”

I let the “forever” part go; I knew better.

“She will take you and kill him anyway,” Jean-Claude said.

He was probably right, but what could I do? “She let the girls go.”

“You do not know that,
ma petite.
Have you seen them alive?” He had a point.

“Necromancer.” Janos's voice jerked me back to him. Serephina lay propped on the throne beside him. Blood had drenched the white dress, turning it black, plastering it to her thin body.

“Come, necromancer,” Janos said. “Come now, or the human suffers.”

I started forward and Jean-Claude yelled, “No!”

Janos slashed outward with one pale spider-hand, just above Larry's body. Larry's white shirt sliced open, and blood soaked it. He couldn't scream with the gag, but if Janos hadn't held him, he'd have fallen.

“Drop all your weapons and come to us, necromancer.”

“
Ma petite,
do not do this. I beg you.”

“I have to do this, Jean-Claude. You know that.”

“
She
knows that,” he said.

I looked at him, struggling helplessly under three times his body weight in vampires. It should have been ridiculous, but it wasn't.

“She doesn't just want you for herself. She doesn't want me to have you. She will take you to spite me.”

“I invited you to come play this time, remember?” I said. “It's my party.”

I walked towards Janos. I tried not to look behind him, not to see what else I was moving towards.

“
Ma petite,
don't do this. You are an acknowledged master. She cannot take you by force. You must consent. Refuse.”

I just shook my head and kept going.

“Your weapons first, necromancer,” Janos said.

I laid both guns on the floor.

Larry was shaking his head furiously. He made little protesting noises. He struggled, falling to his knees. Janos had to release his grip on his neck to keep from strangling him.

“Now your knives,” Janos said.

“I don't . . .”

“Do not try to lie to us here and now.”

He had a point. I put the knives on the floor.

My heart was hammering so hard I could barely breathe. I stopped just in front of Larry. I stared into Larry's blue eyes. I pulled out the gag, somebody's silk scarf.

“Don't do it. God, Anita, don't do it. Not for me. Please!”

Fresh slashes cut his shirt; more blood flowed. He gasped, but didn't scream.

I looked up at Serephina. “You said this slashing only works with an aura of power.”

“He has his own aura,” Janos said.

“Let him go. Let them all go, and I'll do it.”

“Do not do this for me,
ma petite.
”

“I'm doing it for Larry; doesn't cost any more to throw everybody in.”

Janos glanced at Serephina. She was slumped to one side, eyes half-closed. “Come to me, Anita. Let me touch your arm, and they will release them all, my word, one master to another.”

“Anita, no!” Larry struggled not to get away but to come after me.

Janos slashed his hand through the air, and the sleeve of Larry's jacket flew with blood. Larry screamed.

“Stop it,” I said. “Stop it.” I stalked towards him. “Don't touch him again. Don't ever touch him again.”

I spit the last words in his face, staring up into his dead eyes and feeling nothing. A hand brushed my arm, and I jerked, gasping. I'd let anger carry me those last few steps. What I was about to do scared me too much to think about it.

Serephina had lost a glove. It was her bare hand that encircled my wrist, not too tight, not painful in the least. I stared at her hand on my arm and couldn't talk past the beating of my own heart.