Burn Bright (12 page)

‘Hurry up.' Krista-belle grabbed her shoulders and turned her around. ‘
You
of all people don't wanna be caught down here. Kero and I know another way out.'

‘What about Suki?'

‘She's up there, with some guy.' Kero pointed to the ledge at the top of the stairs.

‘That's Rollo.' Should she say friend?

Kero motioned up to Suki for them to wait. When they reached them, Kero didn't waste time explaining. ‘This way,' he said.

He headed along the ledge in the opposite direction to the gate until they reached the far edge of the Grotto wall where the dolmen Retra had seen before stood embedded in its own tiny hollow. Next to it was a swathe of moonflowers. Kero lifted the curtain of creeper aside and stepped behind it. Krista-belle followed him, beckoning the others.

Suki went next.

When Retra stepped in behind her, she found herself in a low, dark tunnel that slanted upward.

Rollo bumped into her, as she waited for her eyes to adjust to the even lower light, pushing her against Suki.

‘Legendary,' said Suki. ‘Where does this go?'

‘It's a bit of a climb but it connects with the paths just beneath Illi,' said Kero.

Retra touched the stone wall. ‘It's ancient. And well built.'

‘There's a few of them around, linking places. I only know of a couple. Dark Eve probably knows more. They must have built them so that the monks could keep out of the weather, back when Ixion had sunlight.'

‘Did it ever?' asked Rollo.

‘Depends on which story you believe,' said Kero. ‘Let's go.'

They climbed in silence, saving their breath for the ascent. The walls were as moist and close as a wet glove. Retra wanted to ask Kero about the night creatures but feared to mention them aloud in this place. What if the voice she'd heard on the Illi steps was near? What if it could see her?

Something grabbed her ankle and she bit off a scream.

‘Sorry,' apologised Rollo. ‘I slipped.'

‘This tunnel is eerie,' said Retra.

Rollo grunted. ‘Try being last in line. I keep hearing voices, and feeling things crawling on my skin.'

‘Oh my braveheart,' Suki carolled from in front.

‘Leave him alone, Suki,' said Retra. ‘I can feel things too.'

‘Shh!' Kero called back to them. ‘The Ripers'll hear you.'

No one spoke again until they emerged onto a narrow Lesser Path, just below Illi. Kero made them wait
inside the remnants of the ruined prayer hutch that hid the entrance to the tunnel until he'd checked that the steps were clear.

‘Come on,' he called.

They piled out of the hutch and hurried upwards to the Greater Path.

Krista-belle and Suki burst into giggles of relief when they finally reached the Illi platform. Rollo danced around in front of them, entertaining the others already waiting for the next kar.

A couple wearing bat-skin coats approached Retra.

‘Cool stuff that you did,' one of them said.

Retra didn't know what to say, so she nodded. Her heart still beat wildly from the climb and their run to the platform.

A kar arrived, and the couple got on first. Retra and the others followed, taking two seats between the five of them. Retra squeezed in with Krista-belle and Kero.

Krista-belle grinned at her. ‘You're famous.'

‘Did you see the guy you're looking for in the Grotto?' asked Kero.

She shook her head, not ready to tell them that she thought he'd been with Dark Eve. ‘You won the vote.'

‘Yeah,' he said quietly. ‘But Dark Eve won't give up. She'll keep doing what she wants, making the Ripers angry. Then they'll take it out on us.'

‘Is that what Brand's doing? Is she taking revenge on us because the League is helping the over-agers?' whispered Retra.

‘Maybe.' He slipped his arm around Krista-belle and pulled her close to him. ‘But the Riper-bitch won't ever get a chance to get near you again.'

‘Aww,' said Krista-belle softly. She nuzzled into his neck.

Retra looked away from them.

‘Where do the League spend their time?' she asked Kero when the pair pulled apart again.

‘Ravens. It's a club on the end of the Los Fien line. The Lesser Paths around there are well lit. They practise their combat out there.'

Combat.
Retra's stomach hardened at the thought. ‘Ravens. I think I'd like to go there.'

Kero and Krista-belle looked at each other and nodded. ‘Sure. Music's good.'

Retra tapped Suki on the shoulder. She and Rollo were sitting close together in front of them. Almost as close as Krista-belle and Kero.

‘What now, my hero?' teased Suki, half turning.

‘Party time at Ravens,' said Krista-belle.

Suki rubbed her hands together.
‘Beko.'

They all stared at her.

‘It's Stra'hine,' she said. ‘It means time to celebrate.'

‘Beko,'
said Rollo. He threw his hands in the air and wiggled his shoulders. ‘Let's go
beko
.'

The entrance to Ravens was similar to the Drop – across a bridge from the kar platform straight into the club. The Ravens' bridge, though, led into the bottom floor rather than the top.

‘How do you get to the Lesser Paths?' Retra asked Kero as they climbed a wide, sweeping staircase that reminded Retra of a bird's wing.

‘You don't. Not from the bridge. Ravens has back
doors. Not all the clubs do. I guess they were all built at different times. That's probably why Eve likes it here best. More than one escape route.'

‘Escape route?'

He turned to Retra, his eyes narrowing. ‘She's in hiding from the Ripers. Others from the League feed her, bring her clothes. She survives outside “normal” means.' He wiggled his fingers in the air to emphasise normal.

‘Can't the Ripers just alter her metabolism like they did to ours? Make her burn out quickly?'

‘They'd have to catch her first. She's pretty good at hiding. Doesn't take her
petite nuit
in the churches. Only comes to the clubs occasionally. Most of the times she's on the Lesser Paths, out of sight. Or in the tunnels.'

‘What about the Grotto?'

‘It was risky for her to come to the meet. If the Ripers had caught up with us … but knowing Eve, she had an escape planned. We would've run interference for her anyway.'

Retra's eyes widened. ‘Why?'

Kero shrugged. ‘We don't agree with what Eve's doing, but we don't want the Ripers to get her either.'

‘But the Ripers are supposed to be our Guardians.' She wanted Kero to agree but he didn't.

‘Yeah, well, it's not that simple,' said Kero. He pushed open the double doors into the club and the music slammed into them.

Kero and Krista-belle headed straight onto the dance floor. Rollo tried to entice Suki out there with him, jumping up and down in front of her, pulling faces. She laughed and glanced at Retra.

‘Dance with him,' Retra reassured her. ‘I'm going to look around.'

Suki gave her a wicked grin. ‘Don't go beating up on any Ripers. And don't go home without us.'

Home. A strange way to think of Vank. Still, she nodded before she moved off.

Dividing her attention between the murals of sleek black birds on the wall and the faces of the dancers, Retra walked around the edge of the dance floor. The eye of each bird glittered as though lit from behind, making Retra's skin prickle.

Periodically a spotlight danced over the birds, creating a ripple effect as it passed across their wings. Retra was grateful she hadn't taken the pod earlier. The effect of the lighting and the pod together would've made the birds seem creepily alive.

At the other end of the room she discovered a dais with a small drinks station. An uther stood behind it, pouring cups of fizzy orange drink from a large brass urn. Retra grabbed the back of a vacant seat and dragged it away from the tables, to the edge of the dais. The view of the dance floor was better here and it was cooler.

She found the Leaguers were hard to pick out from the other dancers with no bandanas or bat-wing capes or
spikes to identify them. Eve was clever not to have her members stand out. And Rollo had said only her close guards wore the hard leather tunics. Was it possible that Joel was one of them? Or had hope played with her imagination?

And then she saw him.

Only a few steps away from her. Moving between the dancers with quick purpose.

Joel!

She slipped off the chair and under the railing, and ran after her brother, breaking through the black lace cobweb that connected two girls, knocking into another couple.

Just as she reached him, though, the club's lights extinguished and the music stopped.

She reached out desperately, blindly in the dark. Screams rose from the club goers; delighted and scared at once.

No!

Then the glitter balls in the ceiling reignited and light dots glanced off arms and cheeks. Her hands touched her brother's shirt and she pulled him close. ‘Joel,' she breathed. ‘Joel, it's me.'

He stared down into her face with disbelief. ‘Ret?'

His hair had grown long, straggling, and a light beard covered his jaw line. His brown eyes were the same though; alive and sharp.

‘I came to find you. I couldn't bear it there any more without you,' she said.

He pulled her into a fierce hug and she could feel his heart hammering against her face. He smelt so familiar that her eyes filled with tears.

‘What about Mother and Father?' he asked.

She looked up at him again. ‘Mother was heartbroken when you left. So was I. But Father … he made it … terrible … especially after probation.'

‘They watched you?'

She shuddered in his arms. ‘Yes. They sent a warden to live with us.'

Joel gripped her tighter. ‘Ret, I'm so sorry. But I couldn't stay …'

‘I understand. Really I do.' Now she'd found him, the past began to evaporate.

Then an urgent voice intruded on their reunion. ‘
Joel!
She'll be here soon …'

A tall, broad girl with a blunt face wrenched her brother's arm from her shoulder. The girl wore a leather vest and pants. Silver daggers hung from chains attached to her belt. Her expression was impatient.
Dark Eve.

‘We have to go,' she said.

‘No!' Retra hung on.

Joel stared down into her face. Tears glinted in his eyes. ‘You mustn't be seen with me, Ret. I can't explain but you must keep away. I wish you hadn't come but there's no going back now you're here. Stay at Vank when you can – with Charlonge. Tell her I said she should take care of you. She is … was … a friend.
Don't try to find me again. Understand? DON'T TRY AND FIND ME!'

He kissed her head then suddenly pushed her into a group of dancers. Thinking Retra had thrown herself to them, the dancers spun her from person to person. By the time she broke free and ran to the edge of the dance floor, Joel had vanished.

The aching loneliness that had been with her since the day her brother had left Grave rose up in an intolerable wave. She crouched on the floor, unable to move or speak. Her chest hurt as if she'd been stabbed.

Around her the crowd began to move, knees brushing against her shoulders, knocking her balance. She felt someone tugging her arm.

‘Retra, come with us, something's happening outside!' Suki and Rollo were next to her for an instant but then they got swallowed up by the movement of bodies.

Eventually, Retra stood and drifted with the flow, not even sure what she was doing. She found herself in a short corridor that opened into a doorway as wide as a station platform. Not the front of the club, but the back.

‘Retra!' shouted Suki. She stood, wedged between Rollo and a tall, thin boy with blackened teeth and a mass of gold rings in his ears. ‘Here.' She lifted her elbows and shoved until the boy stepped back out of the way, leaving a gap.

The surge of people behind Retra buffeted her forward and Suki grabbed her hand, pulling her to her side.

‘Lucky you came then or I wouldn't have seen you. Look!'

In front of them a glowing path curved out into the night. A short distance along the path a group of young people huddled together, encircled by another group brandishing crude weapons in their hands. The scene jolted Retra from her trance. For a moment she feared the outer group would turn and attack the unarmed ones. ‘What are they doing? Are they going to hurt them?'

‘It's the Cursed League. They're protecting them. Wait. Watch!' Suki quivered with excitement and tension.

The tallest of the weapon carriers wielded a blunt, heavy instrument in the shape of a cross. She was thickset, brawny even, wearing chest armour. Glinting knives hung from the waist of her pants.

‘Dark Eve has the cross!' shouted someone behind them.

‘The cross from the Illi altar,' said someone else. ‘She stole it.'

Another surge of spectators forced them to spill forward from the safety of the club doorway onto the beginning of the path.

Retra and Suki clung to each other and Rollo, watching as something glistening and terrible reached
from the darkness to slash at Dark Eve. She swung the cross in a wide, powerful blow, bludgeoning the claws. Retra couldn't tell what it was, only that it moved with unnatural speed. Then something else attacked Dark Eve's other side, wrapping around her wrist and pulling her towards the edge of the path, towards darkness. She bent her knees and leaned back, wrestling to pull the creature into the halo of the light.

As the tussle went on, Dark Eve's strength began to prevail. The creature squealed and writhed: exposed to the light, it appeared as a mass of claws and limbs that had no real body or face.

A figure with a heavy chain sprang to Dark Eve's aid. With fierce slashes the figure beat at the creature until it let go.

‘It's Clash!' shouted a voice. The crowd cheered.

Retra saw only her brother, bare-chested but with leather cuffs around his forearms. She wanted to run out to him but other things had sprouted from the dark, sinister things that sent the air putrid with stink and wracked it with a high-pitched whine. Around Retra, people cupped their hands over their ears or their noses.

‘Why do they call him that? Clash?' Retra asked the thin boy behind her.

‘Because of the sound his sword makes.' He pushed past her. ‘I'll help you, Dark Eve!' he shouted.

The crowd cheered again and the thin boy danced about in front of them and bowed. They applauded his bravado as he sprinted off along the path.

But a few steps from the circle of League fighters something tripped him and he rolled to the edge. Instantly claws slashed his arms and stabbed into his feet until he screamed pain. The same claws dragged his spasming body into the dark.

Clash –
Joel
– ran to help him, chains windmilling. But in the precious seconds it took him to get there, the boy had gone.

The crowd fell silent, reality seeping through. Someone had been killed out there, just a little way from where they stood. One of them.

‘Mother Gods have mercy,' whispered Suki. She crossed her forehead.

Rollo stared, unblinking.

Dark shapes emitting piercing cries swooped in over the heads of both the League and those they protected.

Some of the fighters detached from the outer circle and held their shields high. They thrust upward with their heavy candlesticks and swung their chains at the sky, ready to bat them away.

Suki's lips were at Retra's ear as they gripped each other. ‘The draculins are hunting little bats, but if there's human blood they'll go for it too.'

Retra wanted to leave right then but her mind was numb to anything except the sight of the huddled group. What were they doing out there?

A down-gust of wind blasted them all and bright lights flooded the path. The wild draculins took fright
as an enormous, bloated object, lit by downlights underneath its belly, and towed by leased draculins, descended and hovered above the League.

A gantry detached from the zeppelin's cabin, lowering on ropes until it almost reached the ground.

‘Aboard,' roared Dark Eve.

The group of protected ones scrambled on to it, some slipping on the unsteady platform.

Then someone behind Retra shouted, ‘Ripers!'

The crowd broke apart to make way and Retra and Suki were torn from each other's arms. A Riper brushed past Retra, knocking her to her knees. He paused and lifted her to her feet in one effortless movement.

She stared up into an exquisite, pale face framed by straight, black silken hair.

Lenoir!

Their eyes met in the briefest moment of recognition; his, wild and hungry. She couldn't breathe, mesmerised by the intensity of his gaze.

Then more Ripers converged behind him. Modai and Test and others Retra recognised from the re-birthing ceremony.

Lenoir let her go, the withdrawal of his touch a raw energy bleed.

His eyes widened in surprise as if he too felt the loss. He started to speak to her but the call went out again, warning the League.

‘Ripers!'

Lenoir turned away, summoning his band, and they ran down the path in a pack.

The echo-locaters pulled upward and the zeppelin lifted with the platform only partly retracted. The Leaguers abandoned their fight, fleeing from the Ripers along the Lesser Paths. Some of the Ripers pursued them but others stopped and began to retrace their steps.

Suki and Rollo grabbed Retra. ‘Quick, let's get out of here.'

Retra felt the same panic. She didn't want to be questioned by the Ripers. ‘We should go to Vank.'

But as the crowd retreated inside, siphoning down the corridor and into the larger dance area, she became parted from them again and had to catch the kar alone.