Nameless: The Darkness Comes
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Authors: Mercedes M. Yardley
Nameless: The Darkness Comes
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One of The Bone Angel Trilogy
Mercedes M. Yardley
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Dedication
For Janyece, who has dealt with me the longest. In exchange for everything, I give you Mouth.
Table of Contents
The demonic
love the taste of little girls.
Luna
Masterson went to her first sleepover when she was six, armed with a Superman sleeping bag and a pink pillow, pigtails and sour candies. Before she left, her dad pulled her onto his lap.
“Sweetheart,” he said, and
looked worried. Even though she should have been too young to tell, Luna could see the anxiety running under the lines of his face. “You’re sleeping somewhere other than home tonight. And I know you see things in the dark…”
“You don’t want me to talk to the Tip
toe Shadow tonight.”
His face broke a little.
A man’s face isn’t designed to carry so much emotion at one time.
“Sweetie, I never want you to talk to the
Tiptoe Shadow. He’s a bad thing and he lies. But especially not tonight, because I won’t be there with you. Do you understand?”
She
understood. Her mother didn’t see the shadows, and neither did her brother, Seth. But for some reason, her Daddy could, and it made her feel better. Even a child knows about the word
crazy
.
“All right, Daddy.”
He kissed her hair. “I love you, Luna. Don’t let him use you. Now go hop in the car.”
The night was everything she had dreamed of. They
had cake and ice cream, watched a movie, made up silly dances, and fell into bed exhausted. Penelope, the birthday girl, was the first to fall asleep. Luna was the last.
Her
eyes were starting to close when she heard it. The surreptitious sound of something slyly skittering her way. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Oh girl Luna,” called a voice.
It was high and squeaky like the brakes of a car. “Luuuuuuuuuna. Let’s,
mmm,
play.”
She
didn’t move, tried to act like she was asleep. Something leaned over her face and chuckled.
“G
irl is awake. I know girl. I smell girl. Girl smells like fear and dying and oh, oh, oh.”
Long, tapered fingers ran down her face.
She knew them well.
“And more girls,
mmm.
Lots of choices.” He pranced away from her, and she cracked open an eye. The demon was tall, hunched over as he picked over the girls sleeping on the floor. He was made of nothing but shadow cast onto the wall. Impossibly tall, impossibly thin, he minced around on his tiny tiptoes instead of walking fully on his feet.
“Girl smells like happy.
Yuck,” he said, and moved on to a brunette. “Girl smells like,
mmm,
anger. I taste it, yes.” He ran his thick tongue over the girl’s face and into her hair. Luna shivered. The demon tottered to Penelope and inhaled deeply.
“Girl smells like hurting
. Smells like her father. Smells relieved to have,
mmm,
friends here to sate the father, maybe he chooses one of
you,
maybe he leaves her alone tonight, maybe he doesn’t come. But he will, oh yes! He will come, and he will look, and he will see her, and you, and all your,
mmm
, friends, so pretty, so sweet, so
little
and
helpless
and
small—
”
“Stop it!” Luna
shouted, and the shadow whipped its head in her direction. Although it had no face, she could feel the burn of its eyes, sense its grin. “Leave her alone. Leave us all alone!”
“Luna,
who are you screaming at?” Penelope said. She sat up, rubbed her eyes. The Tiptoe Shadow yelped in glee and nuzzled her hair. She didn’t see it. “Don’t be so loud. You’ll wake up my parents, and we’ll get in trouble.”
“Here comes father
!” squealed the demon. It danced around on tiny, broken feet.
“Girls,
” Penelope’s father said warningly, standing in the doorway. Luna looked at him with new revulsion.
“Don’t touch me.
Don’t touch her.” She stood in front of Penelope, spreading her thin arms wide to keep him away. She bared her teeth at him and the groggy girls gasped in horror.
“Luna, what’s gotten into you?”
Penelope’s father asked. He reached for her and she screamed, hitting and kicking and biting.
“
I know what you do. The Tiptoe Shadow told me you’re a bad man. I want my daddy!”
Luna was never invited to another party at Penelope’s house, or anybody else’s. When Luna the Lunatic’s mother died, her father tried to teach her how to handle the demonic on his own.
“I don’t think they’ll
hurt you,” he told his daughter one day. She was sixteen and had just run a demon down with the family car. “At least, not usually. You’re too much fun for them.”
“Thanks, Dad.
That’s extremely disheartening.”
He put his arm around her
. “Cheer up, Sweetie. We can beat this, you and I.”
And they
did, for a while, until her world was destroyed and she was left alone.
The darkness comes when she’s
all alone.
“
Dude, that guy has a demon,” I said to my brother. We were sitting side by side on the front porch, but he wasn’t looking at me. I nudged him in the ribs and pointed at the guy, discreetly.
“What
’s it doing?” Seth asked, still flipping through his
Runner’s World
. He never even looked up. I’m not surprised in the least. I squint at the guy across the street.
“Well, the guy’s carrying groceries into his house, and it looks like the demon’s trying to open the do
or. And you’re not listening.”
“I’m listening.”
Flip, flip, flip.
He wasn’t even looking at the pages, flipping them so fast. Trying to keep his cool, as usual. Sometimes his calmness was maddening. I wanted him to get excited sometimes, to stand and shout until the veins popped out of his neck like Dad’s did. But he’ll never be Dad. He’d die first.
“There’s a
demon
, Seth. Hanging around the guy next door. And you’re completely unfazed by this?”
“Completely.”
“Of course,” I muttered and took a bite out of an apple. The green kind, my favorite. And suddenly it didn’t matter anymore, if he believed me or not, because that wouldn’t change anything, would it?
“I’ll be late.
Don’t wait up,” I said, and my voice sounded harsher than I intend. It sounded mean. I wanted to turn back and apologize, but I made myself keep walking.
I think about my brother.
I think about him a lot lately, especially since his wife ran out on him six months ago. After the first five, I moved in to help him take care of his baby girl, Lydia. She’s a little over a year old and still doesn’t sleep through the night. Nightmares. I think they’re hereditary. But then, with a mom like Sparkles, I’d have nightmares, too.
Yes.
Seth actually married a woman who called herself Sparkles. Maybe he deserved everything he got.
“Where are you going?” a soft voice ask
ed me. I didn’t turn to see the speaker.
“You don’t belong here,” I sa
id, not breaking my stride. “Go home.”
“Where is home?”
The voice floated along at my side. I could see the wispy darkness out of the corner of my eye.
“I meant your home.
You are not invited to mine.”
“I want to come to yours.”
“Uninvited, demon.”
“I want to see where you live.”
I was getting irritated. I wanted to turn and face the demon so I could yell at it properly, but I kept walking, kept my eyes straight ahead.
“I’m on to your tricks, demon.
You’ll get no sport from me.”
There was a snorting laughter, and the earlier foggy vagueness was gone from its voic
e. “Oh, I’ll get plenty from you,
Luna
.” It faded away.
The first
time a demon called me by name, I about had a heart attack.
How does it know me? How does it know?
I had thought. But I was young then, only a little girl in school, and I was not wise to such things. They know me because I know them. Really, it isn’t very mystical at all.
Ah, but knowing a demon’s name? That gives you power. Good luck finding it out,
though. Half the time the demons themselves can’t remember what they were originally called.
I
walked all of the way down to the harbor. The air had that heavy scent of fish and soft rotting things that somehow managed to be fresh and almost pleasant. I love the sea. I leaned over the railing and stared into the dark water.
Something even darker
stared back.
I sighed, shoved my hands in my pockets and turned my back to the railing.
Sometimes this
gift
of mine really sucks.
My phone rang, and I fished around in my puffy down vest until I found it.
It was my brother.
“What’s up?” I said.
There was a pause, and then a shadowy voice warbled out, “I am a demon.”
“What, using my brother’s phone?” I asked.
“Yes.”
“Don’t be a moron.
Demons can’t use electronics. What’s going on, Seth?”
My brother took a big breath and let it out slowly.
It was purifying just listening to it. I found myself breathing out with him.
“I don’t want you to be mad at me, Luna,” he said.
I could hear splashing and happy noises in the background. He must be giving Lydia her bath. This made me smile.
“I’m not mad at you.
I’m just, you know, frustrated. I’m not lying.”
“I never thought
you were,” he said, and I heard little girl giggling and more splashing. And something different, a kind of low humming. This was a lot closer.
Great
, I thought.
I turned my back to the humming and stalwartly refused to look into the water.
There’s always a lot of activity that goes on near the sea. A lot of things there.
“You don’t think I’m lying, you just think I’m crazy, right?
And this is supposed to make me feel better?”
Seth didn’t say anything, and I bet he was mentally counting to ten.
I try his patience, I know this. At the same time, he’s my brother, the only family I have left, and I almost feel like he owes it to me to believe.
“Dad used to hear voices,” he said slowly, and I snorted and hung up the phone.
“You,” I said, pointing to a demon three steps away from me. His eyes were already upon mine. “And you, and you.” I pointed at two others, one of which was trying to reach the phone in my hand.
“It’s not going to work.
You think I’d help you touch something from my world? You, too,” I said, peeking over the railing into the water. “You guys aren’t real. You’re all products of my ultra-deranged mind. What do you think of that?”
They started laughing.
“Thought so,” I said and turned toward work.
