The Compelled (7 page)

“We’re bound. Thank you,” Lady Alice said, as though Jemima had performed a task as simple as pouring a cup of coffee. “That spell means that even if you wanted to betray me, you couldn’t. The words wouldn’t be able to escape from your lips. And now, I can tell you all I know.”

“Please do,” I said.

“Legend is, if a vampire eats the heart of a purebred witch, he can compel other vampires,” Lady Alice said sadly. She reached to drape her arm over Mary Jane’s shoulders, but Mary Jane jerked away, holding both hands to her chest as she lurched from the bench and began to run.

“I don’t believe any of this!” she yelled from halfway across the garden. “You’re trying to scare me!”

“Mary Jane, it’s all right!” Cora ran toward her and pulled her into an embrace.

“But it’s not all right!” Mary Jane said, her voice muffled as she buried her face in Cora’s shoulder. “If he can do that with my heart, that means he’ll never, ever leave me
alone. And even if we
do
kill Samuel, then what if another vampire wants to kill me? I’ll never be safe!”

“
Shh
, there, there,” Lady Alice said. “You will be safe. Stay with me. We’re safe here. If you’re here, you’ll have nothing to worry about.”

We needed Lady Alice, and although I knew she’d do whatever it took to help Mary Jane, I wasn’t sure her loyalty extended to us. If Mary Jane decided to stay in Lady Alice’s mansion, how would we convince them to work with us to trap Samuel?

I rested a hand on Mary Jane’s back to comfort her, only to have Lady Alice shoot me a look. I snatched my hand away.

“We’re keeping Mary Jane safe,” I explained awkwardly.

“They’ve been protecting me, too,” Cora piped up. I shot her a grateful look.

“Where?” Lady Alice asked crisply.

“Near the Bank of London,” I said evasively, not wanting to give away the fact that our current address was a tunnel far below ground.

“
Near
the bank? But where exactly, pray tell?” Lady Alice asked quizzically, knitting her eyebrows together. I wasn’t being compelled. I was entirely in charge of my own faculties, and yet the knowledge that I
couldn’t
lie set me on edge.

“The Underground tunnel,” I admitted.

Lady Alice shook her head. “Two grown-up vampires might belong underground. And as for the human girl, well, whoever she decides to spend her time with is her own foolish choice. I don’t interfere with humans unless absolutely necessary. But Mary Jane, I insist you stay here. Your friend can, too,” she said, nodding at Jemima.

Mary Jane pulled back. “No. I know you mean well, but it would be too hard to stay here now. I wanted more than anything to live with you when I was little. Now, I’m used to being on my own. I need to stay with Stefan and Damon. I trust them. And they need me,” she said in a small, proud voice.

Lady Alice pursed her lips as if to protest, but then nodded once. “Very well. But I’m involved now and I’m not going to let you disappear from my life again. We’ll take the matter to my coven. You know what a coven is, don’t you, Mary Jane?” she asked as if she were a schoolteacher.

“I…I think so,” Mary Jane said uncertainly.

Lady Alice clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth. “You have so much to learn. I hate that this is how we’ve come together again, but trust me, your life will change for the better. And there’s no need for you to stay in that tunnel. You can stay with me and still help your vampire friends. But from a distance. The way it should be.”

“They’re not my ‘vampire friends,’” Mary Jane said in a low voice. “They’re Stefan and Damon. They’re good men.”

“They’re not men at all,” Lady Alice said. “These vampires might be better than most, but I want you to know that, beyond this challenge, we can’t really trust them. They’re monsters.”

“Will you stop?” Damon interrupted loudly. “I’m so
sick
of it. It was the same bloody thing in the Civil War, where soldiers wouldn’t trust one another because so-and-so’s grandfather was from Massachusetts, so Northern blood was in his veins. Well, we’re all monsters, and we’re all misfits. I’m here, and I’m ready to get involved in your spell-casting, but I won’t do it if I’m going to be mocked and mistrusted.”

Lady Alice’s eyes flashed. “I’ve been around just as long as you, Damon. I could tell you horrible stories about the war between vampires and witches, and they wouldn’t even scratch the surface of why I hate your species,” she said as she crossed to the well and let down a tiny wooden pail into the blackness below. The well itself looked like it belonged in a museum, perhaps in an exhibit about the lives of fifteenth-century villagers.

“Would the both of you stop arguing?” Jemima interrupted. “I don’t care what you call each other, but I think Mary Jane should stay with Lady Alice. It’s safer. Stefan, Samuel knows you saved her. If we both stay with Alice instead, there’s a smaller chance he can find us here.”

“Of course,” Lady Alice said coolly. She pulled the
bucket back up and held it toward Mary Jane. Liquid sloshed out of it. “Drink some,” she said. “It’ll help protect you. Protect—but not
save.
All this water does is surround you with goodwill and thoughts. Don’t think it gives you license to do anything foolish.”

“Goodwill from the well?” Damon quipped. “Why not charge for it?”

Lady Alice glared at Damon. “It’s not for you to understand,” she said crisply.

“Or to drink,” Damon said under his breath as Lady Alice passed the bucket to Mary Jane.

“Thank you,” Mary Jane said, and drank deeply, water running down her chin. I wondered whether the water really was magic. For her sake, I hoped so.

For
all
our sakes, I hoped so.

“Thank you for your kindness,” I echoed, even though Lady Alice hadn’t been especially kind to us.

The wind had picked up and the sparrows that had perched on the well’s roof scattered. I watched them fly above us, tiny brown dots against the light gray sky, and I remembered the mysterious meeting Cora and I had had with Ephraim. He’d had a raven that responded to his beck and call. Did Lady Alice have a special kinship with these sparrows? With witches, nothing was what it seemed. Even if we were bound in loyalty to Lady Alice, what did that mean? And how would I know whether or
not to trust her coven?

“We’ll meet tomorrow at midnight. I’ll be waiting in Kensington Gore to collect you. Don’t be late or my fellow witches may be even less inclined to help you vampires than usual.”

“Kensington
Gore
?” Damon interrupted.

A shadow of a smile, the first I’d seen from her, appeared on Lady Alice’s face. “Yes. The coven thinks it’s rather amusing, too. It’s just the name of the street, not some occult ritual. It’s right near Royal Albert Hall, where we hold our meetings. Come alone, without candles, stakes, or any other weapons. And be prepared to follow the orders of the coven.” She walked over to me and grabbed my shirt, pulling me toward her with a firm tug.

“Promise that no matter what, you’ll do everything in your power to see that no harm comes to Mary Jane. Do I have your word?”

“You have my word,” I said, each word as deliberate and heavy as an anvil.

“Good.” Lady Alice clapped her hands and the wind died down at once, scattering leaves all over the benches on which we’d been sitting. “I’ll see you tomorrow night. I’ll leave it to you lot to let yourselves out,” she said, nodding slightly. “And remember, we haven’t agreed to anything. But I want to be fair and give you a chance to petition my coven in person. You’ll ask them for vinculum. If
they agree, then we’ll go forward. And if they don’t, then the matter is out of my hands.”

“Vinculum?” I asked, my tongue tripping over the unfamiliar word.

Lady Alice nodded crisply. “A bonding spell. Under its terms, two warring groups are bound together. Only a murder by the other side destroys the spell. It’s a bond created so one side may not turn on the other.”

“Is there a reason it can’t be invoked right now? After all, we’re here. We trust you. We’ve already performed the loyalty spell.”

Lady Alice shook her head. “It’s not that simple. That spell simply makes it impossible for either party to reveal any secrets that might be harmful to the other. But vinculum requires each side to agree to put aside their own interests and fight for a common cause. While vampires tend to work on their own, witches are strongest in groups. If my coven agrees, you’ll have their entire support behind you.”

“And if they don’t?” Damon interrupted.

“Then I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you. Of course, I’ll still protect Mary Jane, but you won’t be part of our plan of action,” Lady Alice said in a matter-of-fact tone.

As if to underscore her point, the well began to rumble. Blue and red shoots of water erupted from the opening.

“Quite a magic show. And to think, we didn’t even have to pay a penny,” Damon joked.

“Damon!” I admonished. But the faintest trace of a smile crossed Lady Alice’s face.

“Mark my words, you haven’t seen anything yet, vampire,” she said. “If my coven decides to help you, you’ll witness things beyond your wildest dreams.”

“
D
o you think this is a trap?” Cora murmured as we crept along Kensington Gore, right near Royal Albert Hall. As if on cue, Big Ben chimed far off in the distance. The three of us were exactly in the spot Lady Alice had appointed for us to meet. It was midnight, and Lady Alice—and, for that matter, Mary Jane or Jemima—was nowhere to be seen. On my wrist, the red welt from the loyalty spell throbbed.

“No.” I sounded more confident than I felt. When I heard the witches convened in Royal Albert Hall, I imagined it to be a theater much like the West End music hall Violet and I had visited back when she was a human. But this building took my breath away. It was a domelike structure surrounded by windows on all sides, with many tiers that made it look like an enormous wedding cake.

“It’s not a trap.” A smooth voice made me jump. I whirled around. Lady Alice was standing behind us, as though she’d been there the whole time. She was wearing a simple black dress, and a diamond clip was holding her hair at her neck. She looked like she was about to head to the opera. Mary Jane was behind her, clad in a white dress with her hair pinned back in a similar diamond clip.

“So what is it then, a party game?” Damon asked sarcastically, clearly not impressed by Lady Alice’s sudden appearance.

“No, the coven doesn’t play games. We’re loyal to each other,” Lady Alice said, ignoring Damon. “Terrible things happen when that trust is broken.”

“Terrible things happen when vampires turn on each other, too, but that doesn’t stop them,” Damon said darkly.

“Well, that’s another reason why we’re better than you, isn’t it?” Lady Alice said crisply. “Now, come. Everyone’s already gathered. I’ll leave it to you both to explain what you need.”

“Where’s Jemima?” I whispered to Mary Jane as Lady Alice turned. I hoped that she and Lady Alice hadn’t gotten into a disagreement.

“Checking on the others,” Mary Jane replied. She seemed more confident than I’d seen her before. I was happy that she and Lady Alice had finally reunited.

Without waiting for a response, Lady Alice pulled open
a wooden trapdoor that lay between the cobblestones of the walkway. Despite the rusty chains giving it the appearance of being tightly locked, it creaked open.

The four of us followed Lady Alice into the darkness and onto a shaky iron spiral staircase that rattled with each footstep. A match blazed in Alice’s hand, casting shadows on the concrete walls. While the exterior of the opera house was majestic, this wasn’t. It was as cold and damp as the Underground tunnel we called home.

Finally, the staircase stopped.

“This is where the magic happens,” Lady Alice said as I took in our surroundings. Hallways containing racks of costumes, set pieces, and scenery branched out in every direction from where we stood. Directly opposite the spiral metal staircase we’d just descended was a set of twelve steps that led to nowhere. Clearly, it was a prop piece for a stage show.

Lady Alice walked to the side of the fake staircase and pushed open a thin wooden door.

“Go on,” she said, gesturing for me to walk through the door. I blinked. It was pitch black and quiet inside. The door was only four feet tall, and I had to duck to get through. I found myself standing in a dark coat closet.

But only for a moment.

Then, right before my eyes, the room began expanding. The ceiling vaulted, the walls fanned out, and furniture
appeared out of nowhere. And I realized I wasn’t alone. Chatter surrounded me as the room brightened with orange light. Two white marble benches flanked a fire. Three men and three women sat on the benches. Two of the men looked ancient. The other was middle-aged and had his fingers interlaced with those of a well-dressed woman. An elderly woman perched on a stool by the door, while a girl, scarcely older than Mary Jane, sat apart from the others, on the very edge of a bench. Who were these people? And how did they all find one another? And, most important, would they agree to help us?

I heard someone come through the doorway behind me. “Does she have to turn everything into a damn magic trick?” Damon whispered under his breath, so low only I could hear it.

“Shh!” I was comforted by the untraditional entrance. It was reassuring to have evidence of Lady Alice’s skills before I put my faith in her.

“I hope you didn’t have too much trouble getting in,” a wizened man said as he hurried over to Damon. “Of course, I knew who you were from those parties at White’s, but I wasn’t going to say anything. You seemed to be behaving yourself. But I have to admit, I’m glad to see you in this setting.” His gaze shifted to me. “And another one!” he said as he grabbed my hand and shook it. I shifted uncomfortably and ran my tongue over my canine teeth.
Still short and straight. The man turned to our escort. “All right, Alice.
Now
can you tell us why we’re here?”

“Yes, Thatcher,” she said as she patted her hand on his hunched shoulder and subtly forced him back to the marble bench where he’d been sitting. “Now, I’ve told you that we’d have guests tonight. Stefan, Damon, and Mary Jane? Please, come forward.” She ushered us to a spot next to her in front of the fire. “Cora, take a seat.”

Cora nodded nervously, sitting next to a beautiful young woman dressed in a blue velvet dress. Her long curls cascaded down her back and her neck and wrists were dripping with gold and jewels. The half-dozen people in the room looked like lords and ladies from the society pages. Nothing about their dress, or demeanor, revealed their true selves. I felt a pang of envy. They could live normal lives. They could blend in, without worrying about losing control or an accidental flash of fangs.

“As I’m sure all of you noticed, these men are not witches, but vampires,” Lady Alice continued, not bothering to introduce the witches in front of us. “You’ll also notice they’re accompanied by one of our own tonight.” She turned and softened her gaze toward Mary Jane. “This girl is Mary Jane Kelly, a very powerful witch who doesn’t know the greatness of her gifts. She’s descended from the Original coven,” she said, nodding as several witches in the room gasped.

“Why’s a purebred witch wasting her time with ghastly
bloodsucking monsters?” The woman in the blue dress sniffed. Cora shot a daggerlike glare at her.

“Because one of us is the ghastly bloodsucking monster who saved her,” Damon said smoothly, smiling his cat-who-ate-the-canary smile.

Lady Alice nodded. “It’s true. Why don’t you explain the rest?” she asked, looking expectantly at me.

I glanced around at the witches, trying to make eye contact. It was imperative they see me as their friend. But before I could explain that I was the one who’d saved Mary Jane, Damon continued.

“You may know me as Damon DeSangue, and this is my brother, Stefan. I came to your country a year ago, and I quickly made the acquaintance of London’s elite, including Samuel Mortimer,” he intoned. “But I can report to you with complete honesty that Samuel Mortimer is a vampire.
And
he’s Jack the Ripper.”

“That’s outrageous!” one of the old men blurted out, his head snapping up at the word
vampire.
“I know Samuel Mortimer. He’s a bloody great man.” A few dissenting grumbles echoed in the audience.

Cora came forward. “It’s true. He killed two of my friends and turned my sister into a vampire. I’ve seen him in the act, and I assure you he’s the Ripper.”

“The girl’s telling the truth,” one of the men stated, verbalizing what all the witches must have known.

“Samuel as the Ripper. I
knew
it,” one woman murmured. “Didn’t I tell you, Oscar?” She turned to the man on her left. “Why, at one of Cecil’s parties I straight-out asked Samuel if he had any leads. When he answered, I
knew
he was lying, but I thought he was covering up a secret Scotland Yard was keeping. I should have pushed him further,” she said, looking distraught as the man next to her patted her hand.

“Please, don’t blame yourselves!” Damon said gallantly, a gleam of excitement evident in his blue eyes. Damon in front of a crowd was an impressive sight, and I knew he was just warming up. “Samuel Mortimer began a reign of terror in the East End not for sport, but because he thought his killings would lead to the prize he covets.” At this, Damon lowered his voice so much that people had to lean in to hear him. “He wants the heart of a purebred witch. And he’s convinced that witch is Mary Jane.”

“It’s true,” Lady Alice said. “All of it.”

“What happens if he gets the heart?” the woman in the blue dress asked, leaning forward in concern.

“He’s going to eat it.” The elderly woman by the door cut off Damon before he could answer. “And by doing so, he will gain the power to compel vampires. He can get all the vampires in London to do his bidding.” She slid off her stool and hobbled toward us, leaning on an intricately carved wooden cane. “But why should we help
them
? We
can do this ourselves. How do we know they aren’t just setting this up as a trap for this…this
Samuel
,” she spat, as if the name was the worst thing she could think to say. She glanced around the room indignantly, the eyebrows on her wrinkled, withered-apple face knitting together. Her strident tone reminded me of Mrs. Duckworth, the maid at Abbott Manor. She was the type of woman people listened to.

“My brother and I have witnessed firsthand the unspeakable horrors Samuel has committed. I assure you that we are dedicated to fighting him until he is stopped once and for all,” I interjected. “As for taking care of yourselves, you may have magic, but Samuel is cunning and ruthless and therefore not to be underestimated. We’ve been following him for weeks,” I explained. “We know his habits, and we know his weaknesses. We have strength, and we have knowledge of our enemy. While separately we might fail, by banding together we have a chance at ridding London of this fiend. And so we’re humbly asking for vinculum to be invoked. Lady Alice told us about the spell, and it seems it’s what we need. I know vampires and witches have a complicated history, but if we have a spell that binds us, then you won’t have to fear us.”

The old woman nodded, but it was impossible to tell what she was thinking. She had the same strange pupils as
Mary Jane. They were captivating, and it was hard to tear my eyes away.

Please,
I thought. I didn’t dare say the word. But as I thought it, the woman’s eyes flickered.

“I’m aware of what we’re risking, Lavinia,” Lady Alice said gently to the old woman. “But I’m also aware of the dangers in not binding ourselves to these vampires. Samuel will kill Mary Jane, and if he does, he could have all of London under his control. I won’t take that chance. Mary Jane’s one of our own. And we protect our own. Or have you forgotten that in your old age? What does the rest of the coven think?” she asked, not bothering to wait for Lavinia’s response.

“I say kill the bloody bastard by any means necessary!” a portly, red-faced old man blustered. The men in the group murmured their agreement.

“I agree. Whatever we can do to save Mary Jane,” the young blond woman in the front said shyly. I sneaked a glance at Mary Jane. She was staring at a point far in front of her. Her face was pale. Just because the witches were helping didn’t mean she was out of danger, and she knew it.

“I don’t think so.” Lavinia shook her head vehemently. “These strangers come here in front of us, say they’re vampires, and say that one of their own needs the heart of a purebred witch. Now, I know they seem to be telling the truth, but vampires are crafty. And before we go
any further, we need the girl,” she said, beckoning toward Cora.

“M-m-me?” Cora asked, stuttering in fear.

“No, the other human girl who was brought in front of our coven,” Lavinia growled sarcastically. “Yes,
you
.”

Cora stepped forward, and I could see her shoulders trembling underneath her frayed dress.

“Now, Cora,” Lavinia said, staring straight into her eyes. “Will you tell me the truth?” Her intensity reminded me of the way I focused before compelling. Cora’s gaze flickered toward me.

“Cora!” Lavinia said, causing her gaze to snap forward.

“Yes?” Cora asked.

“When you open your mouth, will you speak the truth?” she asked again.

“Yes,” Cora said. There was no question in her voice. Lavinia placed one hand, then the other on her shoulders. She nodded toward the coven.

“What will these vampires do once they’ve defeated Samuel?”

“I don’t know,” Cora said in confusion, breaking her gaze away.

Lavinia shook Cora’s shoulders. “Well, think! Two vampires, able to compel themselves into any situation or station would want to do
something,
wouldn’t they? Maybe gain power? Riches? Rule the city of London?”

“Damon wouldn’t. He wants an easy life. Whatever luxuries he can have, he’ll get, but he won’t cause trouble here. Not like Samuel. And Stefan…” She paused, and a small smile crossed her face. “I think that if Stefan kills Samuel, then he’ll finally stop feeling ashamed of who he truly is. He needs to do something good. Something heroic. But he won’t cause trouble. I know that.”

These were clearly Cora’s unedited thoughts. I felt she’d accurately pegged Damon, but I couldn’t help but feel betrayed at what she’d said about me.
That
was why she thought I wanted to fight Samuel? So I could feel heroic? She didn’t think it had to do with my wanting to save her?

“How interesting,” Lavinia said, breaking the silence. Her mouth twisted as though she’d sucked a lemon, and she took her hands off Cora. Cora staggered back as if she had been pushed.

“Are you all right?” Mary Jane asked, steadying Cora and helping her regain her balance.

Cora nodded, even though I saw her wince and rub her shoulder.

Lavinia turned to address the coven. “I’m satisfied that these vampires are who they say. And I won’t stand in the way of our affiliation with them.”

“Good,” Lady Alice said simply. “Now, let’s pledge vinculum. And then we’ll formulate a plan. Stefan, please
take my blood. Damon, you too.” She held her arms out toward us, her wrists facing the vaulted ceiling.