Giver of Light (39 page)

“Another twenty of our line are to land within the next two hours. The final amount will depart America when Enrique has secured Denver to his satisfaction,” Jerric, a blonde Scandinavian looking vampire added.

Michel nodded in reply to each update, then turned to look at Doug. “Tell me,” he commanded the bartender. “What happened?”

Doug flashed me a look that spoke volumes, his anger at my approaching
Sensations
still not entirely disappeared, then squared his shoulders and held Michel's gaze.

“Jonathan has some twenty men with him, all level one or two. We were simply out gunned and then Lucinda...” He paused, trying to pick his words I think.

“Rode to the rescue,” Michel offered. I tried to glare at him but he just kept his attention on Doug, a small twist in his lips the only indication he had sensed my outrage at all.

“Yes.” One word, full of anger. I blew a breath out in a loud sigh to make my point.
Move along boys, move along.

Michel huffed a small laugh, then repositioned me in his lap.

Doug continued as though nothing had happened. “She did bring the ghouls with her and that tipped the scale in our favour. At least long enough for us to be released, her to be kidnapped again by Jonathan and then for us to escape and start to track them.” He said all of this quickly, no doubt hoping it wouldn't hurt so much if said in a rush, but Michel, who had undoubtedly already ascertained most of this information before, still managed to growl at him anyway. A sure sign of his disapproval at the events that had unfolded. 

Doug hurriedly went on. “She escaped him, Samson found her, then we took refuge in one of Pete's safe houses, only to have either Jonathan or the Queen use the ghouls against us. We all escaped and here we are.”

Silence followed the last of the summary.

“Where is Jonathan now?”

“We're quite sure he is near
Sensations
, no doubt hoping for our return and the Queen is in the Town Hall, down by Aotea Square at last report.”

Michel ran a hand through his hair, then returned it to my waist, absently stroking my hands in my lap.

“Well. We need to take care of Jonathan before we face the Queen. I don't want him jumping out of the woodwork while we are distracted by the Dark.”

“Jonathan and the Queen are connected,” I finally provided a bit of Intel to add to the reports.

“How?” Michel shifted to look up at me.

“I'm not sure, but he has met her and somehow managed to convince her I wouldn't be a threat if he had me drugged.”

Michel's low growl reverberated around the room. There was no hiding his anger at what Jonathan had done. Right now I was picking Michel's emotions were very much near the surface, hiding them, like shielding his thoughts earlier from his line, was damn near impossible. His vampires bristled in response to his anger and pin pricks of fire started dancing across my skin, targeting me from every corner of the room. The
Sanguis Vitam
escalated, as though one vampire's response to Michel, triggered off the next and soon I was gasping for breath and squirming around in Michel's lap trying to get away from the onslaught of power that washed against me with relentless intent.

“Michel,” I managed to get out between gritted teeth.

Immediately his power swept all the others aside in the room and his hands came up to cup my face. “
Ma douce
,
ma douce
, I am so sorry.” He kissed me briefly on the lips, then slid me off his lap into the seat and began to pace the small space in the middle of the room.

I've seen Michel pace before, it doesn't happen often, only when he is on the thin edge of a cliff, about to teeter off. I took a steadying breath in and when Michel didn't say anything to his men all waiting patiently, I stood up and cleared my throat.

“Can you give us a moment?” I said to the room at large, but not removing my eyes from Michel. The vampires dutifully slid out of the room, the door shutting quietly at their backs.

I watched Michel continue to pace for a while longer then stepped in front of his path.

“What is it? What has got you so upset?” It seemed like a stupid question. I mean, we'd had a call to arms from the American Families, Michel had left me behind to face the threat, thinking I would be safe, only to have the American King trick him and come directly here to me, capture me, almost have me killed by ghouls. And now the Queen of Darkness, a presence we have long known we would have to face, is now tied up with Jonathan. What wasn't there to be upset about? But I knew this was more.

“Jonathan,” he replied simply and for a moment I didn't think he would elaborate further. The name pretty much summed it all up, but still I got the sense that there was more.

Michel finally stopped pacing and turned to look at me, his face a mask of determined aggression.

“He had a spy, Lucinda.” His voice was surprisingly quiet, considering the rage that fluttered across his face. “From the moment he first met you, he has planned it all and played me like a fool. I thought now, at least, I had finally out guessed him. The spy has been dealt with, his Families are in disarray, the only threat remaining is him and I will soon have him dead. But, then he manages to surprise me again. In league with the Queen of Dark.” He laughed a little bitterly. “And even though he poses such a threat, he actually managed to protect you from her. Something I have not been able to do, despite my fervent desire to do just that.”

Oh. It made sense. He felt he had failed and Jonathan had succeeded where he had not.

“I don't want his protection, Michel. I would rather have to face her, than live like that. It wasn't a safe place, it was a lie and the only way I will ever be free is if she is dead.” I stepped closer when he didn't say anything, until I was directly against his chest and having to look up into his face. “I need you, Michel, I can't do this without you by side.”

Finally, his face softened, his eyes allowing a little of the deep blue to seep back in. He reached up and ran the back of his fingers down my cheek. “Then I shall never leave your side again.”

Thatta boy
, I thought, seeing a flash of amusement cross his face.

“So, let's go deal to the little creep and then slaughter the hell out of Darkness,” I added, taking a step towards the door.

He reached out before I could touch the handle and spun me back against his chest, planting a bone melting kiss against my lips. When he had me sufficiently panting, he moved away, offered a mock bow and opened the door, to allow me to head through.

“So, who was the spy?” I asked, ignoring the chivalry and not in the least expecting it to be a vamp I knew.

He stopped in his tracks and my heart sunk. Why the hell did I have to ask a stupid question like that right now?

I almost said
it doesn't matter, tell me later,
but it was too late.

“Erika,” he said, a look of infinite sadness crossing his face.

I couldn't even comprehend the depth of betrayal he felt. I felt numb with shock and disbelief myself. Erika was a friend, she shared my house, she taught me how to wield a sword, she was a shoulder to cry on when things got too hard. Shit. My friend. Michel's
little one.
A spy.

I tried not to think the thought, but it was already tumbling through my head before I could block it from him.

“No,” he said in answer to my silent question
had he killed her?
I felt a moment of confused peace. She was alive, maybe it was a mistake and she wasn't all bad. And then he ruined it with his next words.

“Jett killed her, not me.”

Jett must have sensed we were talking about him, because he glanced our way as we exited the shed. One look at whatever emotion was playing over my face must have told him all he needed to know and a look of what I could only call a survivor, covered his stark features. Someone who was still waging a war with their demons and determined to win.

There was no time to offer condolences, or a comforting word of support, we would have time enough to grieve later, now my destiny was due. Corny, but true.

God this sucked! How many friends would I lose to this battle? How much more would I give up to fight the Dark? I wasn't sure I had the strength to face that answer, but I couldn't stop it swilling around inside my head. Michel had gone to speak to a few of his men, last minute plans and instructions, revisions of what they knew and what to expect. I was just stuck in a mental loop of self pity. Despising myself, all the while unable to shake the doom and gloom.

Eventually it was time to move out, first stop
Sensations
and I used what little mental fortitude I had left to banish the dark thoughts and ready myself for what was to come. I knew in my heart I wasn't ready for this, in a perfect world I'd get a bit of sleep, a little more food and then tackle the monster. Hell, in a perfect world, Darkness wouldn't threaten to steal your soul. This was not a perfect world and I did not have the luxury of a spa treatment to recover my strength. So I sucked it up, like all good vampire hunters do and palmed my stake, letting the weight of it settle my nerves and chase away the last of my fears.

By the time Michel reached my side, no doubt a well planned circuitous route, giving me time to pull my shit together, I had myself under control. I was on the hunt, my senses open and alert. Objective one. Dispose of Jonathan. Objective two. Face the Dark.

Easy peasy.

Yeah right.

We flowed through the darkened streets of Auckland, quickly approaching Karangahape Road and the club. All the while my senses flowed out in front of me, around me, behind me, checking on potential threats, assessing the number of vampires nearby, acknowledging they weren't all ours. It was quickly becoming obvious we were walking into a trap, but what could we do? Jonathan was in control of the CBD and the Queen of Darkness wasn't budging an inch until I showed.

Perhaps we could have stalled for more time, somehow lured them from the central city, but the end would have been the same, we would have to face them both and why not keep it on territory we were familiar with? I knew every alley, every shadowed spot, every possible location for an ambush and still I walked willingly into a trap.

Enough was enough. I had lost people I cared about, I would not lose my city too. That was it, I was done. I was tired of running from this Prophesy. I had denied it, argued with it, doubted it and hidden from it, but no more.

A calmness I had no right to feel, settled in my soul. I stopped in the middle of the intersection of Queen Street and K Road, and let the unnatural stillness of the night wrap around me. No Norms out on the streets clubbing, no taxis or buses crowding the lanes, even the fire trucks and ambulances on nearby Pitt Street were all tucked up in bed. Auckland City knew the fate of the world rested on tonight. It held its breath, a bit like us.

“What is it,
ma douce
?” Michel whispered next to me, all of the vampires around me coming to a halt when I did. Unable to sense exactly what I sensed, or feel exactly what I felt, or know exactly what I knew.

“Jonathan is in the club waiting, he has twenty vampires around him, some upstairs in the offices, two across the street from the door.”

“I sense this too.” I heard the unasked question in his voice,
what else?

“If I go with you she will win,” I said simply, unsure where exactly that knowledge came from, but knowing with every fibre in my body that it was so. “She will destroy this street and everything on it, we would not stand a chance.”

“So, we face her first,” Michel offered quietly, a small amount of tension evident in his tone.

“No,” I said adamantly. “I must go alone.” There is no way in hell I wanted to face her alone, but I felt the urge to face her now too strong to deny and like Michel said, Jonathan would take advantage of our distraction and attack. It was too great a risk to leave him now.

Michel was in front of me in an instant. “
Non!
” He spat the French word with unyielding force. “We will not be parted again.”

I took a deep breath in readying myself to argue. Finally I looked up into his face, fully prepared to make my point, but when I looked at him, I couldn't do it. My heart missed a beat, my throat went dry and my breath caught in my mouth. He took full advantage of my silence.

“We will face whatever happens together. If Jonathan wishes to join in the fun, so much the better. We will be together to face it. You, me, our men.”

I blinked slowly, trying to see if Nut would offer a small glimpse of what she wanted me to do. All I knew was, I had to face the Queen now, tonight, before it was too late and that nothing could get in my way from achieving this. If it was Nut telling me this little gem of knowledge, I couldn't tell, but it was strong and deep within me.

It ends here.

I nodded up at Michel, the look of utter relief washing his face making him seem so much more handsome than usual, brilliant yet vulnerable, strong yet close to the edge. A humanity to his features which was becoming more and more a part of who he is. I couldn't see the vampire I first met when I came to Auckland, the one who ruled his city with an iron fist. Who summoned me to his office when he simply wanted to play with the little vampire hunter, who commanded my obedience whilst trying to fight the attraction we shared. Who held on to his control until it shattered about him and made him who he now was. Humane. Vampire. Mine.

“Together,” I said, reaching up to brush my lips against his.

“Together,” he murmured against my mouth.

With the silence gained from our genetics, we melted into our surroundings and fled away from the club and towards the Dark that called to me, like an old friend. I had no idea if we would see another sunrise, I had absolutely little belief that I was stronge enough to do this, but I had faith. In Nut. In Nero, who had guided me to this point. I had faith and that would have to be enough.

I sensed Jonathan's men moving immediately, following us as one. I felt the prickle of power in front of me, the sensation of Michel gathering his own
Sanguis Vitam
around him. And then we were there.

She didn't come out running to meet me, she stayed hidden, like she had before and let her minions attack as soon as we set foot in Aotea Square.

They fought like well trained soldiers, close formation, skilled, harsh and alert. They were armed with shiny swords, so sleek and long and sharp. Michel's men weren't unprepared and the clang on clang of metal rang out in the night, like the bells of distant churches pealing, pleading, for all to hear.

My Svante slashed through the numbers, unable to land a killing blow, but holding my
own, keeping them at bay. My thoughts briefly touching on Erika, all she had taught me, all the times she had taunted me, how close she had pushed me to the edge. At the time I had thought it was to help me perfect my skills, to master the sword, but as I felt myself become one with the weapon in front of me, as though I'd held it centuries before, as though it was an old remembered weapon from battles fought before I was even born, I knew I hadn't needed those harsh lessons she had forced upon me. And that she had recognised it too. Her only goal was to watch me suffer, to see if I would crack. Had she been a friend at all?

I pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on the here and now. We'd been battling for a good ten minutes, neither side giving an inch, nor gaining an inch either. This could go on all night. Something had to give.

No sooner had I thought that, when Jonathan appeared before me. Where the fuck he had come from, I did not know. One minute I was fighting, what I had come to realise was most definitely an
Iunctio
guard and the next the American was two feet in front, his own sword clashing against mine.

“Sweetheart, you are a beauty to behold. I had not realised your skill with the sword was so advanced. I shall take great delight in watching you fight my men.” And no doubt, delight in my being slashed by their swords as well.

“You don't have the balls to fight me yourself, Jonathan?” I countered, performing a perfect spin and landing behind him, to make him lose his balance and respond to my move.

He grunted as he fended off my strike, then righted himself and prepared for the next thrust of my sword. We settled into a rhythm. I wasn't feeling the urgency to finish him off anymore, I had a few a questions of my own.

“I am fighting you now, am I not?” he finally answered.

Barely, I thought, but said instead, “So, how did you convince Erika to join your band of merry fuck knuckles?”

He flashed an angry smile at me, a hint of fang behind his lips. “Many women have found it difficult to resist my charms.”

“Oh, you have got to be kidding,” I said, slicing a gash down the front of his shirt, but not able to connect with flesh.

He recovered and circled around me. “Is it so hard to believe I am attractive to the opposite sex, sweetheart? I had you all but convinced at one stage, I do believe.”

I felt Michel's rage at that comment from where we stood and I knew he was some distance away, on the other side of the square, facing off against three
Iunctio
guards at once. Unable to come to my aid and wishing so strongly that he could just slice his sword though Jonathan's heart right now.

Easy.
I sent the thought towards him.
He's not worth losing your concentration over.

I sensed him pulling back some of the fire that had engulfed his mind and settle back into a rhythm with the guards. I returned my full attention to the upstart before me.

“So, she fell into your bed and disowned all she stood for. Just like that.”

“Oh, she wasn't easy to turn, believe me. Her warped sense of loyalty to her previous master was strong, even after I stole her.”

My stride faltered and Jonathan managed to land a knick in my arm, the blood hot and wet as it slid down towards my elbow and pooled in my jacket.

“You broke her blood bond to Michel?” I asked incredulously, ignoring the pain at the gash.

“Of course. And managed to hide it from even him. I do have certain skills beyond the bedroom, sweetheart. I would be happy to show you some time.”

I couldn't believe he had succeeded in duping Michel. Erika had seemed so tightly bound to him, so loyal, so true. And all along it had been a charade, an act, her loyalty was to America, a place she claimed to despise. I guess we should have picked up on that, she was always so quick to mention her relief at returning to New Zealand, to be by Michel's side. The lady doth protest too much, methinks.

Damn Erika. I had trusted her too. I had let her in, like I had Rick and both times I had been let down disastrously. A girl could get a complex over this.

I straightened my shoulders and decided I'd about had enough of all the news I could handle in one day. Time to end this. I know Michel wanted to be the one to slice out Jonathan's heart, but that honour looked like it was all mine.

I centred myself, allowing all other distractions to fall away and renewed my efforts in earnest. He picked up on the change of pace, the glint of steel in my eyes and easily countered my every move as though he had expected exactly that.

“I don't want to kill you, sweetheart, but I will harm you enough to get that damn drug on board and then she will let us go,” he said a little breathlessly, the speed in which we were now parrying and meeting each blow of our swords, only a blur to a Norm's eye.

“Not if I can help it,” I gritted between clenched teeth.

I was ready for that final strike, he wasn't exactly making it easy, but I knew I had him. I was better at this than him, I was more determined and had a hell of a lot more to lose, but I hadn't counted on the Dark.

Jonathan had always had a large amount of Dark in him, not completely, but enough to know it was there. The Light within sometimes prevailed, but his underlying essence was all Dark. And with her so nearby, I should have expected it. She would call to his Dark, she would make it stronger, make it surpass the Light. She could all but control him if she wanted, but what she wanted was for me to falter and fall.

The Dark rushed through him, my natural
Sanguis Vitam Cupitor
powers responding to the blackness that grew within. For a moment I was literally blinded by the sight of all that Dark in front of me, my mind closing down the environment around me and retreating to the map I held inside. The one that showed me where all the Dark was at any given time, how much of it prevailed, where the vampires were who sported it, how much lived inside their souls. All I could see was that map with its blinking red lights, the brightest, the biggest, in Auckland and of course right before my eyes.

I lost my footing and collapsed to my knees. Jonathan didn't pause, the syringe came out of his pocket, his sword dropped to the ground at his side. I heard Michel scream a warning in my head, loud enough to clear the map and bring me back to the moment, in time to raise my hand and gather my Light. I had to banish the Dark. If nothing else, I had to do to Jonathan what I had done to Samson several nights before. As Jonathan struggled to hold me still, the syringe with its long, sharp needle inching closer, I built the Light up and moulded it, ready to banish that Dark.