Legally Undead (12 page)

But that was the big question, of course: how could he? How could he let that vampire suck his blood? How could he allow himself to be turned? How could he be willing to become a human leech? How could he put his career above his life, above his soul?

And more than that, how could he be willing to put his career above me? If I were truly honest with myself, that was the question I wanted answered. And the only answer I could come up with horrified me. He ultimately hadn’t cared about me as much as I thought he had.

I had sworn to myself that I wouldn’t cry over Greg ever again. But now I broke that promise. This time was different, though. Last time I had cried because my love had become a monster.

This time I cried because I realized that my love had always been a monster. I just hadn’t known it until now. Now that felt like a damn good reason to cry.

When my sobs finally subsided, I wiped my eyes and stared at the phone on the coffee table.

The only way I could think of to get rid of my vampire problem was to get rid of the vampire. And even though I didn’t know which vampires Greg had gotten mixed up with, I did know who to call to put in a vampire extermination order. I picked up my own phone and dialed. “Hey, Nick? It’s Elle. I’ve got some information for you. And a problem I need some help with.”

Chapter 11

Nick and his guys picked me up outside my building at 2:00 the next afternoon. John was driving the usual van and Nick was in the front passenger seat. I handed Nick the list of addresses as I crawled onto one of the bench seats in the back. Dominick and Tony, the other guys who had helped clean up the apartment in Morningside, were already back there. They nodded hello.

“This is all I’ve got, Nick. Don’t ask where it came from unless you’re sure you want to know.”

“No problem. And you’re sure that these addresses are all vampire hideouts?”

“As sure as I can be given how I got the information.”

“Let me guess—you don’t want me to ask about that, either?”

“Probably better that you don’t know.”

“Sure you want to come with us?”

I nodded. “I want to be part of whatever happens with all of this. I got the information, and I want to see this through.”

“Okay, then.” Nick ran his finger down the list. “Well, we might as well start in the Bronx, since we’re already here.”

He pointed to one of the addresses only a few blocks away from my apartment and showed it to John, who let out a low whistle. “The Kingsbridge Armory is a vampire den? Damn.” John spoke with a distinct Bronx accent; he was clearly a local boy. “No wonder the city’s never been able to do anything with it.”

“Let’s go check it out.” Nick folded the sheet of addresses and tucked it into his jacket.

John drove for a short time—maybe only ten minutes or so—and we pulled up to the corner of a huge building at Jerome Avenue and West Kingsbridge Road. Weeds surrounded the reddish-brown walls and crawled up the turrets (yes, turrets) on the corners. It looked like someone had dropped a huge medieval castle into the middle of the Bronx. I half expected to see knights in shiny armor ride out on enormous white horses. Of course, to get anywhere they’d have to jump the chain-link fence that surrounded the place. And then fight through New York City traffic. On second thought, I decided that the knights and their horses would probably be happier staying inside. Even if the walls were beginning to crumble.

“What is this place?” I asked. Everyone in the van turned around to stare at me.

“What? I’m supposed to know already?” I said. “Look, I’m a history student from New Orleans. You want to know where to get the best beignets in the south, I’m your girl. Ask me what happened in England in 1648, and I can tell you. For that matter, ask me just about anything about the Fordham campus, and I can answer it. What I don’t know anything about is Bronx architecture. But I’m willing to learn. So enlighten me.”

John alternately looked at the road and watched me in the rearview mirror as he drove slowly past the enormous building and talked.

“The Kingsbridge Armory was built sometime around World War I. I’m not sure when. Maybe 1915 or so? Anyway, it was used by the National Guard for years and years, but they closed up shop there a few years ago. Now it’s just a huge rotting building. Every few years someone announces they’ve got plans for it, but those plans always fall through—when he was mayor, Guiliani wanted to turn it into a community center. Technically, the state owns it, but can’t afford the upkeep. So there it sits.”

We swung around the corner and I saw the armory stretch out in front of me, all crenellated towers and domed roof.

“How big is this place?” I asked.

“About four blocks,” said John.

Around the back side of the armory, construction trucks idled as workers swarmed up to the roof.

“It looks like they’re doing some sort of work,” I said. “Wouldn’t that make it hard for the vampires to actually use it as a—what did you call it? A nest?”

“A den. Yeah,” said Nick. “It does seem a little odd to have a den in such a public place.”

“Maybe they just use it as a meeting place,” one of the guys from the back suggested. “There can’t be many people working on it at night.”

“If any,” Nick agreed. “The main room on the inside is enormous. There used to be a race track in that room in the sixties.”

“What are the towers used for?” I asked. “Are there rooms up there?”

“I don’t know,” said Nick. John shook his head. “Okay then,” Nick said. “First things first. Dominick, you’re on surveillance. Watch this place and see what you come up with. John, you’re on research. See if you can find a floor plan of the building. And try to find out the construction crew’s schedule—we don’t want to plan a raid and run into a bunch of roofing guys. Elle can help you with that.” We all nodded.

“Tony, you’re with me. We’re going to start tracking down the rest of these locations. We’ll meet back at the shop tomorrow at noon.”

“The shop?” I asked.

Nick didn’t answer that question. Instead he said, “We’ll meet you at your place tomorrow around five, Elle.”

“Okay,” I said—not because I didn’t really want to know the answer to my question, but because I realized that Nick wasn’t going to give it to me.

* * *

John and I split up that afternoon to do our research. I went back to my apartment to see what I could find on the internet, while he went in search of building blueprints. The easiest thing to do would have been to go back to the Municipal Archives, but there wasn’t time for me to do it that afternoon. John said he’d head over there the next morning if he hadn’t found anything before then.

I spent all afternoon searching, but I didn’t find anything useful—or new, for that matter. John had pretty well covered the history of the Kingsbridge Armory, and that was just about all I found on the web. I hated the fact that I would have no information to offer to Nick and his team the next day, but I consoled myself with the knowledge that I was the one who had gotten the information for them in the first place. I tried not to think about the fact that Malcolm had done as much as I had to get that information. In fact, I tried not to think about Malcolm at all. I was busy pretending not to notice that he hadn’t called all day. I had sent him away, after all, so surely I didn’t expect him to call. Didn’t even want him to. Really.

I went to bed that night both discouraged and excited about the next day. On the one hand, I was convinced that the armory was going to prove to be vampire-free, that no one could hide in that building while workers crawled over it all day. I was almost equally convinced that we would find the place swarming with vampires and get ourselves killed.

I had thought I wouldn’t be able to sleep at all. I was wrong. I slept deeply and without dreaming. Classes were a breeze that day, too. Odd how impending death can make all one’s lesser worries evaporate.

John was the first to show up at my place that afternoon. Apparently he had already been to “the shop” and spoken to Nick and the other guys about what he’d found. Then he’d gone to do a bit more searching. He had complete blueprints of the armory. He was just unrolling them to show me when Nick arrived with Tony and Dominick.

Dominick was still in his surveillance clothing: baggy blue jeans, white muscle-T, baseball cap, sneakers. He strolled into my apartment with that same slouching swagger that so many of the younger men in the Bronx adopt. He looked like he belonged in a rap video.

“I’m impressed,” I said. “You must have blended in perfectly.”

“Hey, baby, I’m just keeping it real,” he said, then grinned at me and straightened up. “Actually, it was a little harder than I had expected,” he said, falling back into a more military-sounding speech pattern. “People in that neighborhood tend to know each other, so I had to keep moving around to keep from being spotted.”

I grinned back, suddenly pleased to be part of this strange band of vampire hunters. “Did you find out anything?” I asked.

“Yep. I don’t think the place is actually a den. You were right, Tony; it seems like some sort of meeting hall. I saw at least fifteen vampires go into the building last night. They were there for four or five hours. I couldn’t see exactly how they got in and out, but they were moving around the front entrance.”

“Good work, Dom,” said Nick, tossing a black bag toward him. “Here’s your gear for tonight. I suggest you get some sleep between now and then.”

“Mind if I use your couch?” Dominick asked me.

“Go ahead, if you can sleep with all of us in the room.”

“No problem. I can sleep anywhere.”

“You might want to stay awake for this first,” John said, pointing at the blueprint he’d unrolled on my coffee table.

We spent the next half hour perusing the layout of the building. It was fairly simple, really. The largest part of the armory was the open space in the middle. The towers surrounding the castle-like structure all had several rooms each, probably used as offices at one time. At one end of the armory was a large auditorium.

“It could be that they’re using this auditorium for their meetings,” said John.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “One of the sources I found on the web quoted a woman saying that this auditorium is flooded. Apparently the water has been standing there for years. It’s probably pretty foul.”

“Okay then,” said Nick. “We’re probably looking at either the central space or one of the towers. Any thoughts?”

“I don’t know that they would use the central space,” said Tony. “It’s too open—too easy for someone to walk in on them unexpectedly. I’m guessing they’re using one of the towers. Easier to guard.”

“Agreed.” Nick’s voice got more clipped the longer we talked, more military and commanding. “Unless anyone has any pertinent objection, we’ll go in tonight. I’ll take point. Elle, you come with me. And try to stay behind me this time. Tony, you’ll cover our backs. Dom and John, you two scout the perimeter. Once we’re in, John will guard the entrance. Dom and Tony will come in for the kill. Any questions?”

“Nick,” I squeaked, “are you sure you want me to go in first with you?”

“No. I want you to go in behind me. I want you somewhere I can keep an eye on you myself. That means that I go in first, and Tony watches our backs. You wanted in, Elle. You’re in. Or you’re out. Last chance to back out.”

I took a deep breath. “I’m in.”

“Okay. We’ll head out in two hours. I want everyone geared up and ready to go then.”

* * *

Getting “geared up” meant putting on an all-black outfit and strapping on a variety of weapons. Luckily, I had lots of black clothes—it’s sort of
de rigueur
in New York—so I was able to wear a pair of stretchy black pants (the better to move easily over chain link fences) and a long-sleeve black t-shirt. Black shoes were a problem, though. I had a variety of high-heel black pumps and sling-backs. I also had several pairs of black boots, all of them with varying degrees of heel heights and toe points. All of them either clacked or clumped as I walked. None of them were appropriate for sneaking up on bloodsucking fiends. All of the extra black sneakers in Nick’s bags were far too big—even a size nine woman’s foot is smaller than your average male’s. Finally I hit on the idea of using black shoe polish to paint an old pair of beige Keds, a pair of shoes I had last worn when Greg and I had painted our first apartment in New York.

“What about our faces?” I asked. “Are we going to paint those, too?”

“No,” said Nick. “That would make it too hard to move around in public.”

“So we’re dressing in black to hide ourselves but letting our lovely white faces shine in the moonlight?” I knew I was being sarcastic, but I couldn’t help it; I was nervous.

Tony, who was checking his email at my computer, snorted. “Nope,” he said without looking away from the monitor. “We’re going to put ski masks in our pockets. Then, once we’re ready to go in, we’ll pull them down over our faces. That way we’ll cover our hair and faces, but we won’t look too out of place walking through the Bronx.”

“Don’t you think someone will notice a bunch of people dressed all in black strolling down Kingsbridge Avenue? Especially if we’re all sporting great big weapons?”

“You talk too much when you’re scared,” said John from his seat on the floor by the coffee table. He was rubbing oil on some sort of medieval-looking crossbow thingy. It looked totally out of place in the middle of my apartment, but I suspected it would look perfect once we got to the gigantic Bronx castle.

“No way, man,” said Dom, who until that moment had appeared to be asleep on the couch. “That’s not scared, that’s just agitated—she’s just getting that kick-ass energy up. You saw what she did to that vamp in her apartment. She totally trashed his bad self. And she took out those vamps in Morningside, too. That’s what she does when she’s scared.” He opened one eye and grinned at me.

“I’m not sure that I was scared so much as pissed off,” I said. “I don’t think I had enough time to get scared either of those times. I just got angry.”

“Then I’m hoping you get way angry tonight,” laughed Dominick.