Bloody Fairies (Shadow) (21 page)

Pierus flung the Apple of Chaos against the wall so hard it shattered on impact.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

The silence that followed was broken only by the endless clink of a piece of Apple of Chaos rolling across the floor. Pierus collapsed to the ground, face in his hands. A harsh noise that could have been a sob erupted from him. His words came out like gravel. “What have I done?”

Hippy took deep breaths to keep panic at bay. Blood dripping from her hand made a sticky red pool on the floor. Badora twitched under his sheet. Her lip trembled, so she clamped down on it with her teeth, which only succeeded in drawing more blood. She inched further away from the muse. “You hit me.”

Pierus took his hands from his face and looked at her. He looked really hard, searching her face for something. Then he shook his head. “It wasn’t you,” he said. “But she looked like you. No, it can’t have been. Damn those Freakin Fairy curses!”

“It was me.” Hippy wiped an errant tear that leaked from her eye and left a streak of blood on her face. “What kind of a muse are you, anyway? One minute you love me and the next you hit me, without even a reason for a fight.” She sniffed. The clinking stopped next to her hand. She closed her fingers over a jagged shard of Apple.

“Hippy?” The hard look fled. Pierus crawled toward her. “Hippy, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to. I didn’t know what I was doing.”

Hippy moved away from him and dodged around the vamp. Blood dripped from her hand onto the sheet. “I want to go home.” She blinked back more tears. “You hate me.”

“No, Hippy. I don’t hate you. I love you. It’s just the Apple of Chaos showed me–I saw–”

Whatever he might have seen was lost when Rustam Badora leaped to his feet, hands still bound. The sheet slid from his shoulders. His head snapped toward Hippy and an animal snarl rolled from his throat. “Damn this infernal muse magic. You can’t tease me with your blood and expect to live, Fairy.” He leaped and knocked her to the ground.

Hippy yelped and rolled aside, but Badora had already sunk his teeth into her bleeding hand. That
hurt
. She curled her other fist, the shiny one, and planted it squarely in his eye patch.

Pierus hauled Badora off her, grabbed the sheet and once again wrapped it around the vampire king’s head and neck.

“Ew!” Hippy shook her hand madly and sent more blood flying everywhere. “That was even grosser than when he licked me! Did you see what he did?” She jumped up and down to try and rid herself of the memory of teeth in her hand.

“My dear girl, I suggest you stop that before you make him any worse.” Pierus spoke through set teeth while struggling to control the bucking and twisting vamp.

“Oh.” Hippy stopped shaking her hand, which was now bleeding from two puncture wounds as well as the original cut. “Can I kill him? Please can I kill him?”

Badora groaned from beneath the sheet. “I’m so hungry Muse, you can’t do this to me. Just give me the fairy and I’ll do whatever you want.”

Hippy wondered if she imagined the half-second hesitation before Pierus clouted him in the head. “Shut up,” he said. “Touch my fairy and I’ll hand you in chains to whatever is left of her clan.”

She
scowled. “Your fairy? Stop calling me that. I’m not anybody’s fairy.”

Pierus finally secured a hold on the vamp king that stopped him from struggling. His voice no longer shook. There was no sign of his earlier distress. “I’m sorry I hit you Hippy, that was not my intent. Now would you get the pieces of the Apple of Chaos for me, before anything else goes wrong? I don’t even know if it’ll work now, but we have to try.”

Hippy went to the wall where the smashed Apple of Chaos lay and gathered up the remaining five chunks of glass. They felt cold and lifeless in her hands. “Of course it’ll work. Mr Silver said the Apple could be broken but not destroyed.”

“Did he now? And what other gems of wisdom did he impart to you, my dear?”

Something in his tone made Hippy wince. She kept her face averted from the muse. “Nothing much. What was the curse? What did you see?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with. Show me the pieces.”

Hippy went to him and held out the pieces on her palms. A slick of blood was painted across the largest of them. 

“Put them together,” Pierus said. “I don’t dare let go of this filth while you bleed like that.”

Hippy crouched and gently set the pieces on the floor. She played with them, fit them together until she found matching shapes. When she put the right ones together they melded almost seamlessly, leaving only hairline fissures. The last piece to go in was a shard the size of her little finger.

“Good,” Pierus said. “Good girl. Now bring it here.”

Badora jerked under his hands. “Don’t do it, Fairy. Once you give him that thing, he’ll never stop.”

Hippy held up the Apple of Chaos. Pierus laid one hand on top of hers, careful not to touch the glass. “Keep hold of it,” he said. “And close your eyes, Hippy. Think about Shadow. Think about home. Think about the battlefield. Hold it in your mind.”

Hippy squeezed her eyes shut and thought about how very much she wanted to go home and see Ishtar and Mum and Dad and her brothers.

A crash at the door jarred her thoughts.

“Hippy! Don’t do it!”

Her eyes flew open. Clockwork burst through the door, looking stricken. She swallowed a lump in her throat and wondered how it was possible to tell him she was sorry with just a look.

Clockwork ran toward them. “Don’t go with him!” he yelled. “We’ll find another way, I swear we will!”

She almost pulled away from Pierus and ran to him, but the muse king spoke one of those words that sounded very bad. The very air around them ripped open. For a split second Hippy could see Clockwork reaching out for her, and at the same time, hear cries of battle in a night lit by flames.

Then the rip was gone and they were in the middle of a darkened battlefield. All around them fairies and muses engaged in pitched battles with vamps. Vamp hordes bellowed in the distance. Flames roared from the shattered fortifications and the night bled with fear and death.

Pierus reached out and grabbed a passing muse by the back of the shirt.

The muse skidded to a halt, his eyes wide and frightened. “My king! We thought you killed!”

“Fool. Would you be here to fight if I were dead?”

“N-No, my king.”

Pierus thrust the prisoner at him. “This is the vampire king. See he is secured, then send me Flower, if she lives.” He paused. His voice imperceptibly hardened. “And Nikifor.”

“Yes, my king.” The muse hauled Rustam Badora away.

“Now my dear, we put an end to this.” Pierus pulled Hippy close. Once more they placed their hands around the Apple of Chaos.

“What do we do?” The Apple grew warm under her skin. The cuts on her hand tingled. The lights swirled.

“Think of a light,” Pierus said. “The brightest light you’ve ever seen. Think of the sun rising at midnight and driving every vampire back into the Darkness where they belong. Keep this image in your mind and do not waver. Do not resist what you feel, for this is where we must truly work as one.”

Hippy felt a momentary dizzying fear when a memory of a kiss where the life had seemed sucked from her soul flashed through her mind.

“No,” Pierus said. His free hand curled around the side of her face. “You must not block me, Hippy, not now. You must give yourself into my hands as you did once already tonight.”

That just wasn’t fair, bringing that up. Hippy squeezed her eyes shut. The battle raged around them. The fingers on her face weighed like lead. Alien images flickered past her mind’s eye. She saw the Acropolis again, but it was whole and sparkling and new. She saw people she didn’t know, a world in the grip of night and terror, muses, so many muses. She saw a green-haired woman who looked like her, only older, embracing Nikifor. Pierus lay lifeless at their feet.

Fear darted through her body like lightning.

“Now.” Pierus’s fingers tightened their grip and he raised the Apple above their heads. “Now Hippy, the light!”

Hippy reined in her wandering concentration and imagined the sun bursting out of the ground beneath their feet. Then her mind was no longer her own and all she could see was light.

She opened her eyes. Blazing gold light streamed from the Apple of Chaos between their hands in living, pulsing waves. The light exploded through the battlefield, making the night brighter than the sun. Fairies and muses shielded their eyes, stunned. The vamps who did not flee the light burned to ashes where they stood.

Pierus and Hippy walked together across the battlefield, holding the Apple of Chaos high. The light grew stronger and stronger. The remains of the vast vamp army turned tail and ran. The light
burned brighter and brighter until she could no longer see the vamp army or even her own hands. The Apple burned her skin. The energy that had rushed her body when she started flowed back into this thing of power she held. Her tingling blood turned sluggish and cold. Her fingertips and toes iced over. She shivered uncontrollably, but still the hand glued to the Apple burned and still Pierus did not let up. Her lips were cold. She felt so tired. The light enfolded her like a blanket. Somewhere in the back of her mind a warning stirred. She struggled to catch hold of it. Clockwork. She hung onto a picture of Clockwork, the last thread she had.

With an effort of will, Hippy tore her hands away from the Apple of Chaos. The moment she did so Pierus dropped it. The light flooded back into the orb, leaving the battleground in darkness. She swayed back and forth like a flower stalk in the breeze. Fluffy Ducky scuttled out of his pouch, up over her hand and arm and leaped down to the Apple. There he sat, every hair standing on end, all eight eyes glaring at Pierus. He gathered himself to leap again.

Pierus cringed. “You still have that dreadful spider? Get it off!”

She was beyond caring. She collapsed at his feet. 

The grass was damp and fresh and smelled faintly of blood. Hippy blinked. She had fully expected to pass out or fall asleep. Maybe she had. Fluffy Ducky was nose to nose with her, firelight reflected in his eight eyes. The light disappeared and came back again when he blinked. She blinked back. Sleep pressed her into the ground like a huge, heavy blanket. She wiggled her fingers. Even that was an effort, but it was enough for Fluffy Ducky to scuttle onto her hand.

“Hippy? Hippy, I’m sorry, I got carried away. I forgot about the backlash.” Pierus’s voice sounded as though it were coming from underwater.

Hippy’s skin crawled when he touched her. She made a half-hearted effort to fend him off, but her limbs were like stones. She lay in his arms like a raggedy doll when he lifted her off the ground.

His voice was closer now, but still distorted. “Hippy? No, stay with me, I can fix you, but you must stay open to me.” His hand feverishly searched her face.

Hippy turned her head to try and escape the hand. Lights approached. Fire on sticks. Shiny, shiny fire. Flames danced and glinted off spear tips.

Pierus’s hand stilled. Her
head lolled.

A voice lashed out of the darkness. “What have you done to my daughter, Muse?”

The sound of that voice made her extraordinarily, ridiculously happy, but her words only came out in a croak. “Dad?”

Pierus’s hold tightened. “There’s nothing wrong with her,” he said. “Nothing I cannot fix. Let us pass.”

“There’s plenty wrong,” Leaf said. “First she got dropped on her head as a kid, then she went off with you. There’s so many levels of wrong there I can’t even count them.”

“We just saved your entire miserable tribe.” Pierus’s voice was low and venomous. “You’d all be dead now if she hadn’t agreed to help me.”

“And that’s possibly the only reason we don’t dispatch you right now,” Leaf said. “Ishtar, Rain, take her home.”

Relief. Relief washed through her whole body. Hippy glimpsed the circle of spears surrounding Pierus, the savagery in the dear, familiar faces. Then her sister and brother took her from the muse and put her arms around each of their shoulders. She slumped forward. Even her brain felt heavy.

“Hippy,” Pierus said behind her. “Hippy don’t go.”

“Get me away from him,” she whispered.