Scary Dead Things - 02 (13 page)

“I take it the Khan doesn't speak English.”

“Only a few words,” he confirmed. “The Khan is not a fan of the various Western languages. He considers them crude and inelegant.”

“Heh. That sounds to me like...”

James cut me off, “No. That sounds to
me
like you still need to watch your mouth. Everyone in there is loyal to the Khan,
absolutely loyal
. Plenty of them speak English and would be more than happy to translate any stupid comment that comes out of your mouth. I will remind you that you are in the presence of one of the thirteen ruling vampires. They are not known for either their generosity or their willingness to suffer fools.”

“Noted,” was my answer. Seemed like the only safe one to give. I just hoped my mouth could keep it in neutral for the time being.

“Good. Now follow my lead. Bow when I bow, and only speak to the Khan if he asks you a question first. Got it?”

“Roger that, chief,” I said with a brisk mock salute.

James just sighed and said, “God help us both.”

* * *

We approached the entrance to find several unfriendly looking guards blocking the way. James bowed, and I did likewise after he gave me a quick glare. He then said something in Chinese to the guards, at which they parted and let us through.

Gotta say, considering the guy lived in a tent, the Khan had a pretty swank setup. The entrance hall was lined in multiple layers of what looked like silk. Ornately carved tables covered in various bits of antiquity stood against the walls. I wasn't sure what all of them were, but each and every item looked like it cost more than I'd make in my first lifetime. Gold, silver, ivory, and more gems than I could name stared out at me from statues, sculptures, and vases of varying size. If I had a little bit more skill, and slightly stickier fingers, I could have financed my parents’ retirement with just one bauble.

We came to the end of the hall, where more guards awaited. They stepped aside, pulling back a heavy drapery to allow us entrance to the main area. James stopped just inside and bade me to do the same. “Wait until he calls for us,” he whispered to me as I took it all in.

The place was larger on the inside than I thought it would be. There were two rows of tables, separated by several feet of walkway that led up the middle. Vampires, or at least so I assumed, were seated on expensive looking pillows in front of the tables. All in all, there must have been at least four dozen of them present, and they were all feasting on a variety of foods, some normal...some not so. I saw plenty of fruit, a couple cooked pigs and goats, and a few other roasted things that I'd prefer not to think about. Suffice it to say, if any of you are missing any friends or relatives who happened to be visiting China at the time of their disappearance; well, I have bad news for you...I think I found them.

At the far end of the hall, seated upon a massive pile of pillows was who I assumed to be the Khan. Heh! I had mentioned Jabba the Hutt before, but now I was reminded of him more than ever. The Khan was, to put it mildly, one big fat fuck. I mean, before I had hopped on the plane, or my box as it were, I had looked up Ogedei Khan on the Internet. A few portraits showed that he wasn't exactly a svelte fellow, but this dude...damn! Somebody was really into their Khandy (
get it!
). On the other hand, I couldn't help but feel a little bit of happiness at seeing him. At long last, I had met another vampire whom I could feel physically superior to, looks-wise at least. Seriously, this guy had to be pushing six hundred easily. I've seen sumo wrestlers who would weep at trying to manhandle this butterball.

Seated next to his royal porkness, at the head of the table, was a little midget dressed in fine robes. Hmmm, guess the Khan had his own fetishes. No. Wait, it wasn't a midget. On closer look, it was actually a little girl. She was dressed in regal finery and appeared to be not much older than ten. Oh crap. I really hoped she wasn't meant to be the Khan's personal appetizer. Not sure I could sit still and watch that.

“Who's that?” I whispered to James while we waited for the Khan to acknowledge us. I secretly hoped his answer didn’t include the word dinner.

“The Khan, obviously,” he whispered back.

“No. The little girl.”

“Oh her? That's the Khan's daughter.”

“Vampires can have kids?” I sputtered. “Damn, wish I had known that. I didn't use a condom earlier.”

“Once again, more information than I
really
wanted to know,” he hissed through gritted teeth. “Now please be quiet before you insult the Khan and get
both
of us killed!”

Oh yeah, almost forgot about that part. From what I had been told, the Draculas were not a group to fuck around with. You stepped even an inch out of line with them, and you were dust. Forget about surviving the night; inwardly I wondered if I was going to survive the next five minutes. Pissing people off was a specialty of mine and something I tended to do whether or not I was even trying. Oh well, if things went bad, I had several dozen one-liners I could spout off to Moby Dickhead up front there. If I had to go, I might as well go out with style.

After a few minutes of pointedly ignoring us, probably some stupid ceremonial thing to remind us who was higher on the food chain, Nergui stepped forward and addressed the Khan in his native language (
I assumed, not like I could tell one dialect from another around here
). When he was done, he gestured towards us.

“This is it,” whispered James. I glanced over out of the corner of my eye and noticed a thin sheen of sweat on his forehead. Guess my reputation for being a wise-ass preceded me.

The Khan dismissed Nergui and said something in our general direction. The crowd went silent, and all eyes turned towards us. Ignoring the voice in my head that was telling me now was the perfect time to start screaming, “Yeah! It's me. The fucking Freewill, bitches!!”, I instead waited for James' lead. A moment later, he began slowly walking up the main aisle towards the Khan. I attempted to match his step and followed.

When we got about two-thirds of the way there, he stopped and bowed deeply. He then stepped aside, and I did the same. Nobody could say I didn't at least try to start the evening off on the right note. Once I was done, the Khan nodded his head ever so slightly. That was a good sign, I think. Probably should have boned up on my ancient Mongolian vampire customs before I shipped out. The Khan then said something to James, which he, in turn, translated for me.

“The Khan, esteemed member of the First Coven and Shadow Lord of Asia (
oh brother!
), welcomes you as his honored guest.” He then paused while giving me a look that said I was expected to answer.

“The honor is all mine, great Khan,” was my reply. “Oh yeah, and Captain Kirk totally owned your ass!” OK, I didn't say that last part out loud. I'm not
that
suicidal.

A small look of relief crossed James' face, and then he relayed my answer back to the Khan. There was another brief exchange, and James again translated.

“You are invited to enjoy the feast and all the hospitality the Khan has to offer. Once it is done, you will be called forward again.”

Called forward? For what? Did he want an autograph? Or maybe he wanted to give me one. ‘
To my biggest fan, keep on rocking! Your bud, the Khan
.’

However, before I could say anything, James turned back towards the Khan and again bowed. That was apparently my cue to do the same. Once it was done, the conversation amongst the vampire crowd immediately resumed, and James led me off to the side, where a space had been left for us.

We sat down, and almost immediately a servant placed a large full wine cup into my hand. Now why can't I get service like this back in the city?

“Why are they calling me back up later?” I asked James.

“Don't worry about it. Probably nothing,” he said dismissively as he started to eat.

Oh well, when in Rome...I took a sip of my drink. Whoa! Good shit! Something familiar tasting about it, though. “What is this stuff?” I asked.

“Fermented blood, of course,” James answered. Oh, of course.

* * *

The feast was pretty damn nice. I helped myself to plenty of the blood wine, as well as my fair share of goat and pork. I declined, however, from partaking in the roasted humans. I may be a vampire, but there are limits as to how creepy I'm willing to get. This shit definitely crossed that line; however, aside from that one little detail, it was all good.

During the course of the meal, a few other vampires introduced themselves through James. I didn't really get a lot of names, though. For starters, I'm not good with that kind of thing, even worse when I'm being told third person. Secondly, the fermented blood had given me a pretty nice buzz. After a while, the faces just sort of became one blur after the other.

That was, until a small voice said from behind me, “So this is the Freewill? I thought he would be taller.”

I turned to find the small girl from before, “the Khan's daughter”, as James had said, staring back at me. When she grew up, she was going to be a real looker. For now, though, she was cute as a button with silky black hair and inquisitive green eyes.

“Ah! What an honor!” James said, turning around to face the girl. He stood up and bade me do the same. “I would like to introduce her highness, Gansetseg.”

The girl inclined her head to James, and then said to me, “So you are the one the Wanderer calls ‘Dr. Death’?”

“It’s more of a nickname than anything else. My name's Bill.”

“Bill...” she said, as if tasting the word in her mouth. “A simple but strong name, although perhaps Dr. Death is a more fitting title for one such as you.”

“You speak really good English,” I pointed out.

“Thank you. My father, though having no love of the Western world himself, has insisted that my education be thorough.”

“A mind is a terrible thing to waste,” I said glibly, noticing out of the corner of my eye the slight eye-roll James made. Oh crap, I was doing it again. Best to wrap this up quickly before any further stupidity escaped my lips. “Well, it was very nice to meet you, Gan.”

“Gan?” she asked, a confused look on her face. “I do not understand. Is this meant as some sort of insult?” Uh oh.

“No!” I quickly answered. “It's just a nickname. I mean, where I come from we usually shorten each other's names to something simple. It's a compliment...a form of friendship,” I sputtered, hoping that I hadn't just dug my own grave with my stupid mouth.

She thought about this for a moment, and then gave what appeared to be a genuine smile. “A curious custom. We would never do that here. But yes, I think I like it. It is nice to meet you, too,” she finished with another smile, and then walked back towards her father.

“Cute kid,” I remarked to James.

“Yes, well that
kid
is three-hundred years old. You're lucky. That could have gone badly. Gansetseg is known to be
temperamental
. Instead, though, I think you actually made an impression upon her.”

“Three-hundred years?” I gasped, spewing some blood wine. “Has she always looked...”