Fallen (6 page)

She gives me a barely perceptible nod, so I lift my hand and ease up from the bed.

“All done,” I say lightly to Pete-the-manager, interrupting his latest pitch to Valac.

“Really?” Pete frowns at Anna, who Ophelia is helping up from the bed. But she hardly needs it. She’s flying now. The trickle was small, but it was like her body was starving for energy, for life. Whatever Pete gave her to bring her down has been completely counteracted.

Anna bounces lightly on her toes. “Uncle Pete, you were right. This is just what I needed.”

Uncle Pete?
I have to work to keep the sourness off my face. And I’m still worried there will be some kind of delayed reaction, like there was for the middle-aged socialite. I hope not, but there’s nothing to do about it now. And that’s just more reason to beat a hasty exit.

“Great!” I say. “Our work is done.” I beckon Ophelia with a wave of my hand, and she leaves Anna’s side to come to mine. Pete and Valac block the doorway, so I look Valac straight in the face and tilt my head slightly.
Do we have a problem?
I’m asking him.

He turns to Pete, takes his hand, and shakes it. “It’s been a pleasure discussing business with you. Why don’t you and Anna stay in here for a little while? Take your time before leaving.” He puts his hand on Pete’s shoulder and glances at Anna, who is nose-to-the-wall, inspecting the pattern in the ancient, faded wallpaper. She’s still bouncing on her toes. Valac drops his voice. “She’s going to be a little unstable for a while. Better to keep her in a confined space until she comes down.”

Pete frowns at Anna. “She’s going to be okay, right?”

“Absolutely.” Valac gives his shoulder a squeeze. “Just keep an eye on her for a while.”

Pete nods, strides over to Anna, and guides her back to the bed. I tilt my head toward the doorway, and Ophelia and I step through it. Valac follows us out, closing the door on his way. I shoot Ophelia a look as we walk down the hallway, but her eyes are swept forward, looking for Nico and Larry. They push up from the ratty couch where they had been lounging in the office. Larry looks like a thought hasn’t bothered his brain in a while, but Nico has a stony look that could be a frown. Or could just be his normal asshole expression.

I ignore it and turn to Valac. “Well, looks like we’re done here.” I hold my hands out, as if I don’t have a care in the world: I’m just checking in with boss-man Valac to see if we’re done.

He’s playing it cool, too. He turns to Nico and shrugs. “You ready?”

Nico gives him a slight nod.

Valac gestures to the door. “After you, Lirium.”

I smile, but I’m grimacing inside. I don’t want to go first, and I certainly don’t want to be Valac’s boy toy pet this time through the club. I need to be within striking distance of Larry when Ophelia goes for open skin on Nico.

I’ll just have to find an excuse to fall behind, once we get to the floor.

I step toward the door. “I think I can handle the bar scene without you draped all over me this time, Valac.” I toss the words over my shoulder and throw a glance at Ophelia. She’s lingering back by Nico and Larry, standing in front of them and examining her nails, like she’s bored of this entire trip and ready to be done. They’re waiting for us, so I reach for the door knob.

Valac’s on my heels. “Little bird,” he says softly just as I open the door. I almost don’t hear him over the wash of thrumming music that sweeps in from the bar.

I twist back to him, and I see something out of the corner of my eye. My heart stops before my brain even realizes what it means.

Nico is pulling on gloves.

I finish turning to look at Valac. He grabs my face with both hands and kisses me.

My heart spasms, and I grab for Valac’s face. I don’t want it smashed against mine, but more importantly I need skin contact before he starts to drain me. In the background, there’s a blur of motion and a high-pitched squeal. They’ve grabbed Ophelia.

My fingers grip skin at Valac’s temples, and I suck life energy from him with everything I’ve got. He pulls back from mashing his face into mine, and my hands start to slide. I dig in with my fingers to keep hold. Only then do I realize that he isn’t draining the life out of me; he’s pumping energy
into
me. My eyes go wide. My hands and cheeks burn as energy floods in. The high rushes my brain, and surprise muddles it. Valac leans into me again, his hands still gripping my cheeks, mine still grasping his face.

“I’m supposed to be killing you.” I can barely hear him over the noise from the bar. “So try to look like you’re dying.”

I don’t have to fake the shocked look on my face. My heart pounds like a wild, delirious animal caged in my chest.

“Kolek was never going to let you live, little bird,” Valac whispers against my cheek, loud enough for me to hear, but the club sounds mask his words from Nico and Larry. “You’re supposed to die here, just one more junkie found dead in the back of a skeet den.”

I want to say something. Ask what the hell he’s doing. Ask why he’s not killing me. But I’m frozen in my need to carry off this ruse.

“Go be free, little bird.” His words brush my face. “Go live a life worth living. I’m going to let go of you now. And when I do… you have to die. Make it look good.”

My breathing finally catches up to my manic heart. My mind can’t grasp it, but Valac has a plan, and my gut tells me to go all in. I try to hold perfectly still, readying myself to drop like a corpse to the floor, but a muffled grunt draws my gaze past Valac’s face looming next to mine.

I see it in slow motion: Ophelia’s head throws back into Nico’s face; he slowly crumples as she makes skin contact and his legs fail under him; Larry’s hand grips her shoulder and rips her away from Nico; Larry’s gun appears from nowhere and presses deep into Ophelia’s stomach.

It fires.

The sound cracks my ears. “Nooo!” The word rips from my throat.

Ophelia’s eyes fly wide. Valac drops his hands from my face and twists to look. I tear away from him and fling myself toward her, but Valac yanks me back, pulling me off balance. I go down and sprawl on the floor. Ophelia sinks to her knees and grips her stomach. Confusion clouds her face.

I scramble, but my feet can’t seem to get traction.

Valac flings his arms wide and rushes at Larry. He turns, gun forward, just in time for Valac to crash into him. Valac’s hands find Larry’s throat, but he’s not fast enough. Or the death seizure causes Larry’s trigger finger to jerk. A body-muffled gunshot rips through the air of the room again. Valac and Larry go down together, a thump that travels through my chest.

They lie still.

I half lunge, half crawl across the room.

Four bodies. Motionless on the floor.

Then Nico moves. I don’t see the gun until after I react, my hand on his forehead, slamming it down. His head pushes against Ophelia’s body, and I pull the life out of him in a massive surge that brands my hand. A guttural scream crawls out of my mouth. Nico goes limp. Ophelia’s crooked legs twitch, and my heart leaps.

I reach my other hand to her, making skin contact and cycling the energy I’m pulling from Nico into her, hoping, praying. Something warms my knee on the floor, and when I look down, I see blood running away from her body.

I sob and reach for the damp hole in her stomach, pressing my hand against it, pumping life energy in, and willing the hole to disappear. To stop bleeding. To heal miraculously because it has to; because I need it to; because I can’t let this happen.

But the hole doesn’t change. Ophelia’s blood just leaks slowly around my fingers.

I can’t breathe. Every part of me shakes. My hand loses contact with Nico’s head. I grab his wrist instead, to keep hold of him. To keep pumping his life into her.

I feel the energy leaving my hand. I feel it sink into her body. But there is nothing beyond that. No vast ocean of stored life. No pressure of years pushing or pulling against me.

The life energy disappears into nothingness.

Her eyes stare at the ceiling, the surprise fixed on her face.

Words sob out of me, but I don’t know what they are.

My hand on Nico’s wrist goes cold. I lift it and stare at the red burn— an inch wide slash across my palm—like it belongs to someone else. I inch forward to bend over Ophelia’s face, brushing the hair back from it. I caress her cheeks with both my hands, but I only manage to smear her blood on her face.

Oh God no.

My trembling fingers, the clean ones, the ones not stained with her blood, gently, ever so softly, close her eyes. I clench mine shut, unable to bear it, and wrench myself away, falling back on my hands and slipping in the pool that’s seeping across the floor.

Larry and Valac are motionless. I crawl over to them. A bloody smear marks my path across the floor. Larry’s face is frozen in horror, staring unseeing at the ceiling. Valac slumps on top of him, a baseball sized hole in his back, and his eyes are closed. His face is unlined, peaceful, like he’s simply fallen asleep. There’s the hint of a smile at the corners of his lips.

Somehow, some way, Valac managed to drain Larry, even after being shot. I put a hand on each of them. There’s nothing left in Larry, but the tiniest brush of life energy laps my other hand.

“Valac!” I pulse a hit into him, quickly, then temper it. I don’t know how he can still be alive with that hole in him, but I pray—

His eyelids tug and open half way, but he doesn’t lift his head. In fact, he doesn’t move at all. I can’t even tell if he’s breathing.

“Little bird.” It leaks out of him on a thin breath of air. “Can’t see you.”

“I’m here.” The words gasp from me, and I step up the transfer to him, but his eyelids drift closed instead of opening more. “Valac!”

“Too bright.” His lips move, but he barely makes a sound. “Can’t see you.”

His body falls still, and the energy I’m pumping into him suddenly escapes into nothingness. I keep pumping it anyway, pushing my hand harder against his cheek. I want to turn him over, start CPR, something, but I can feel it, just beyond my hand… there’s nothing there anymore.

I pull my hand back, and it shakes. A hollow is carved inside me, and I curl over, on my knees, bent so far that my head nearly touches the floor.

Something scuffles behind me, and my heart nearly leaps out of my chest. I turn, but it’s only Pete, the manager, pointing a gun at me that shakes visibly in his outstretched hand.

“Don’t… don’t move!” he says. Anna cowers behind him, all traces of the high I pumped into her gone.

I want to tell him to go ahead and pull the trigger. I want to lie down next to Ophelia and be done with this life.

Instead, I say, “Go on. Get out of here. Before the police come.”

Pete hesitates, then edges past the bodies, keeping Anna behind him and the gun in front, like I might leap up from the floor and attack him. As if I’m responsible for all the death that lies around me.

Although he’s probably right about that.

Pete and Anna slip out the door. My eyes unfocus, and I have to blink several times to get my vision back. I twist around and bend over Ophelia to kiss her lightly on the cheek. Her skin is soft and still warm. It invites me to stay. Tempts me to lie down and find a way to die. So Kolek can’t capture me. So he can’t hunt down my mother and make her pay for all my sins. But as the sound from the dance floor beats into the room, Valac’s words pound in my head.

Go live a life worth living.

Valac made a choice; he chose
me
. And I can’t waste that by never leaving this room.

Somehow, I get to my feet. I wipe my blood covered hands on my white shirt, then cover it by clasping my jacket closed with one hand. I need the other to brace myself against the wall and the doorjamb on my way out.

I make my way down the stairs and onto the dance floor. Bodies swim around me, pulsing with the music and the low blue light of the skeet lamps. No one stops me. No one notices that I’m barely staying on my feet. I probably look like just another junkie.

They’ll find the bodies later.

By then I’ll be long gone, taking a Metro ride to an address that was whispered in my ear just yesterday. The only safe place I know.

So I can start to figure out how to live with this.

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