Dark Angel; The Chosen; Soulmate (28 page)

“An enclave,” Rashel whispered. Thin chills of excitement were running through her. “They were talking about an enclave.”

Daphne nodded, looking alarmed. “I guess.”

This was big. This was… bigger than big. It was incredible.

A vampire enclave. The kidnapped girls were being taken to one of the hidden enclaves, one of the secret strongholds no vampire hunter had ever managed to penetrate. No human had even discovered the location of one.

If I could get there… if I could get in…

She could learn enough to destroy a whole town of vampires. Wipe an enclave off the face of the earth. She
knew
she could.

“Uh, Rashel? You're hurting me.”

“Sorry.” Rashel let go of Daphne's arm. “Now, listen,” she said fiercely. “I saved your life, right? I mean, they were going to do terrible things to you. So you owe me, right?”

“Yeah, sure; sure, I owe you.” Daphne made pacifying motions with her hands. “Are you okay?”

“Yes. I'm fine. But I need your help. I want you to tell me everything about that club.
Everything
I need to get in—and get chosen.”

Daphne stared at her. “I'm sorry; you're crazy.”

“No, no. I know what I'm doing. As long as they don't know I'm a vampire hunter, it'll be okay. I
have
to get to that enclave.”

Daphne slowly shook her blond head. “What, you're going to, like, slay them all? By yourself? Can't we just tell the
police
?”

“Not all by myself. I could take a couple of other vampire hunters to help me. And as for the police…” Rashel stopped and sighed. “Okay. I guess there are some things I should explain. Then maybe you'll understand better.” She raised her eyes and looked at Daphne steadily. “First, I should tell you about the Night World. Look, even before you met those vampires, didn't you ever have the feeling that there was something
eerie
going on, right alongside our world and all mixed up in it?”

She made it as simple as she could, and tried to answer
Daphne's questions patiently. And at last, Daphne sat back, looking sick and more frightened than Rashel had seen her yet.

“They're
all over
,” Daphne said, as if she still didn't believe it. “In the police departments. In the government. And nobody's ever been able to do anything about them.”

“The only people who've had any success are the ones who work secretly, in small groups or alone. We stay hidden. We're very careful. And we weed them out, one by one. That's what it means to be a vampire hunter.”

She leaned forward. “Now do you see why it's so important for me to get to that enclave? It's a chance to get at a whole bunch of them all at once, to wipe out one of their hiding places. Not to mention stopping the slave trade. Don't you think it should be stopped?”

Daphne opened her mouth, shut it again. “Okay,” she said finally, and sighed. “I'll help. I can tell you what to talk about, how to act. At least what worked for me.” She cocked her head. “You're going to have to dress differently….”

“I'll get a couple of other vampire hunters and we'll meet tomorrow after school. Let's say six-thirty. Right now, I'm taking you home. You need to sleep.” She waited to see if Daphne would object, but the other girl just nodded and sighed again.

“Yeah. You know, after some of the things I've learned, home's starting to look good.”

“Just one more thing,” Rashel said. “You can't tell anybody
about what happened to you. Tell them anything—that you ran away, whatever—but not the truth. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“And especially don't tell anyone about me. Got it? My life may depend on it.”

“Elliot's not here.” The voice on the telephone was cold and as hostile as Rashel had ever heard it.

“Vicky, I need to talk to him. Or
somebody
. I'm telling you, this is our chance to get to an enclave. The girl from the warehouse
heard
them talking about it.” It was Friday afternoon and Rashel was phoning from a booth near her school.

Vicky was speaking heavily. “We staked out that street for days and didn't see anything, but
you
just happened to be in the right place at the right time to help a girl escape.”

“Yes. I already told you.”

“Well, that was convenient, wasn't it?”

Rashel gripped the handset more tightly. “What do you mean?”

“Just that it would be a very dangerous thing, going to a vampire enclave. And that a person would have to really
trust
whoever was giving them the information about it. You'd have to be sure it wasn't a trap.”

Rashel stared at the phone buttons, controlling her breathing. “I see.”

“Yes, well, you don't have much credibility around here
anymore. Not since letting that vampire get away. And this sounds like just the sort of thing you'd do if you
were
in on it with them.”

Great, Rashel thought. I've managed to convince her that I really am a vampire sympathizer. Aloud she said, “Is that what Nyala is telling everybody? That I'm working with the Night World?”

“I don't know
what
Nyala is doing.” Vicky sounded waspish and a little uneasy. “I haven't seen her since Tuesday and nobody answers at her house.”

Rashel tried to make her voice calm and reasonable. “Will you at least tell Elliot what I'm doing? Then he can call me if he wants to.”

“Don't hold your breath,” Vicky said, and hung up.

Great. Terrific. Rashel replaced the handset wondering if she wasn't supposed to hold her breath until Elliot called, or until Vicky passed on the message.

One thing was clear: she couldn't count on any help from the Lancers. Or any other vampire hunters. Nyala could be spreading any kind of rumors, and Rashel didn't dare even call another group.

There was no choice. She'd have to do it alone.

That night she went to Daphne's house.

“Well, she's grounded,” Mrs. Childs said at the door. She was a small woman with a baby in one hand, a Pampers in the
other, and a toddler clutching her leg. “But I guess you can go upstairs.”

Upstairs, Daphne had to chase a younger sister out of the bedroom before Rashel could sit down. “You see, I don't even have a
room
of my own,” she said.

“And you're grounded. But you're alive,” Rashel said, and raised her eyebrows. “Hi.”

“Oh. Hi.” Daphne looked embarrassed. Then she smiled, sitting cross-legged on her bed. “You're wearing normal clothes.”

Rashel glanced down at her sweater and jeans. “Yeah, the ninja outfit's just my career uniform.”

Daphne grinned. “Well, you're still going to have to look different if you're going to get into the club. Should we start now, or do you want to wait for the others?”

Rashel stared at a row of perfume bottles on the dresser across the room. “There aren't going to be any others.”

“But I thought you said…”

“Look. It's hard to explain, but I've had a little problem with the vampire hunters around here. So I'm doing it without them. It's no problem. We can start now.”

“Well…” Daphne pursed her lips. She looked different from the disheveled wild creature Rashel had rescued from the street last night. Her blond hair was soft and fluffy, her cornflower-blue eyes were large and innocent, her face was round and sweet. She was fashionably dressed and she seemed
relaxed, in her own element in this normal teenager's room. It was Rashel who felt out of place.

“Well… do you want to just take along a friend or something?” Daphne asked.

“I don't have a friend,” Rashel said flatly. “And I don't want one. Friends are people to worry about, they're
baggage
. I don't like baggage.”

Daphne blinked slowly. “But at school…”

“I don't stay at schools more than one year at a time. I live with foster families, and I usually get myself sent to a new city every year. That way I stay ahead of the vampires. Look, this isn't about me, okay? What I want to know—”

“But…” Daphne was staring at the mirror. Rashel followed her gaze to see that the reflecting surface was almost completely covered by pictures. Pictures of Daphne with guys, Daphne with other girls. Daphne counted her friends in droves, apparently. “But doesn't that get
lonely
?”

“No, it doesn't get lonely,” Rashel said through her teeth. She found herself getting rough with the lacy little throw pillow on her lap. “I like being on my own. Now are we done with the press conference?”

Looking hurt, Daphne nodded. “Okay. I talked with some people at school and everything at the club is going on the same as usual—except that Quinn hasn't been there since Sunday. Ivan and the girl were there Tuesday and Wednesday, but not Quinn.”

“Oh, really?” That was interesting. Rashel had known from the beginning that her greatest problem was going to be Quinn. The other two vampires hadn't seen her—she didn't think they even realized that Daphne had run off with a vampire hunter last night. But Quinn had spoken to her. Had been… very close to her.

Still, what could he have seen in that cellar, even with his vampire vision? Not her face. Not even her hair. Her ninja outfit covered her from neck to wrist to ankle. All he could possibly know was that she was tall. If she changed her voice and kept her eyes down, he shouldn't be able to recognize her.

But it would be easier still if he weren't there in the first place, and Rashel could try her act on Ivan.

“That reminds me,” she said. “Ivan and the girl—are their little groups into death, too?”

Daphne nodded. “Everybody in the whole place is, basically. It's that kind of place.”

A perfect place for vampires, in other words. Rashel wondered briefly if the Night People owned the club or if some obliging humans had just constructed the ideal habitat for them. She'd have to check into that.

“Actually,” Daphne was saying, a little shyly, “I've got a poem here for you. I thought you could say you wrote it. It would sort of prove you were into the same thing as the other girls.”

Rashel took the piece of notebook paper and read:

There's warmth in ice; there's cooling peace in fire,
And midnight light to show us all the way.
The dancing flame becomes a funeral pyre;
The Dark was more enticing than the Day.

She looked up at Daphne sharply. “You wrote this before you knew about the Night World?”

Daphne nodded. “It's the kind of thing Quinn liked. He used to say he was the darkness and the silence and things like that.”

Rashel wished she had Quinn right there in the room, along with a large stake. These young girls were like moths to his flame, and he was taking advantage of their innocence. He wasn't even
pretending
to be harmless; instead he was encouraging them to love their own destruction. Making them think it was their idea.

“About your clothes,” Daphne was going on. “My friend Marnie is about your size and she lent me this stuff. Try it on and we'll see if it looks right.” She tossed Rashel a bundle.

Rashel unfolded it, examined it doubtfully. A few minutes later she was examining herself even more doubtfully in the mirror.

She was wearing a velvety black jumpsuit that clung to her like a second skin. It was cut in a very low V in front, but the sleeves reached down in Gothic points on the backs of her hands almost to the middle finger. Around her neck
was a black leather choker that looked to her like a dog collar.

She said, “I don't know…”

“No, no, you look great. Sort of like a Betsey Johnson ultra model. Walk a little… turn around… okay, yeah. Now all we have to do is paint your fingernails black, add a little makeup, and—” Daphne stopped and frowned.

“What's wrong?”

“It's the way you walk. You walk like—well, like
them
, actually. Like the vampires. As if you're stalking something. And you don't ever make a noise. They're going to know you're a vampire hunter from the way you move.”

It was a good point, but Rashel didn't know what to do about it. “Um…”

“I've got it,” Daphne said brightly. “We'll put you in heels.”

“
Oh
, no,” Rashel said. “There is absolutely no way I'm going to wear those things.”

“But it'll be perfect, see? You won't be
able
to walk normally.”

“No, and I won't be able to run, either.”

“But you aren't going there to run. You're going to talk and dance and stuff.” Hands on her hips, she shook her head. “I don't know, Rashel, you really need somebody to go there with you, to help you with this stuff….”

Daphne stopped and her eyes narrowed. She stared at the mirror for a moment, then she nodded. “Yeah. That's it.
There's no other choice,” she said, expelling her breath. She turned to face Rashel squarely. “I'll just have to go with you myself.”

“What?”

“You
need
somebody with you; you can't do this all alone. And there's nobody better than me. I'll go with you and this time we'll both get chosen.”

Rashel sat on the bed. “I'm sorry; this time
you're
crazy. You're the last person the vampires would ever choose. You know all about them.”

“But they don't know that,” Daphne said serenely. “I told everybody at school today that I didn't remember anything that happened from Sunday on. I had to tell them something, you know. So I said that I never got to meet Quinn; that I didn't know what happened to me, but I woke up last night alone on this street in Mission Hill.”

Rashel tried to think. Would any of the vampires believe this story?