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Authors: Michele Hauf

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Vika and CJ said at the same time, “Someone has to.” They exchanged grins in the mirror, and CJ added, “It balances the universe. Good and bad. Evil and bright. Without the dark there would only be good.”

“I don’t see much wrong with that.”

“You would, if it were to occur. Trust me, the world needs the other side of the coin for balance. So, Libertie, you are Vika’s younger sister?”

“Yes, by two years. Our other sister, Eternitie, is the oldest. She’s off tromping through the wilds of Africa.”

“I have a sister, too. Merrily is older than my twin and I by ten years. I have no idea where she is right now. Haven’t seen her for decades.”

“That’s awful.”

“It may seem like that, but I know wherever she is, she’s fine. She’s an adventurer and often gets caught up in her travels. I think she’s studying shamanistic traditions.”

“Sounds like Eternitie,” Vika said. “She’s an adventurer as well, and likes to learn new things. But she does check in with us every month or so. I’d go mad if I went as long as you did without hearing from her.”

“Eternitie kicks shamanistic ass,” Libby agreed. “What kinds of magic do you practice, CJ?”

“At the moment, very little. Though some magics I still possess in full strength. I’m a skilled allotriophagist.”

“An allo-what?”

“He can make others vomit strange things like pins, stones, worms,” Vika said.

“Toads are my favorite,” CJ added.

“Eww. So not hitching a ride on your vibes, dark witch,” Libby said. “Tell me about those tattoos on your hand. They’re so black, and they look evil.”

CJ turned his hand over and again caught Vika’s look in the mirror. This hand hadn’t served evil earlier this morning in bed with her. “The designs are fine-tuned spells put there by an ink witch. This one here is bespelled for transprojectionary dislocation.”

“Ohmygoddess, you can move things through the air? That’s so cool. Can I look closer?”

Vika slid her hand through CJ’s tattooed hand as she turned the hearse and pulled it through the gates to the cemetery. “No time. We’re here. You don’t mind graveyards, do you, CJ?”

“Some excellent ingredients for spellcraft can be found on such grounds. I think I’ll have a look around while you two are busy cleaning.”

* * *

Pére Lachaise boasted over a million occupants, seventy thousand tombs and ten miles of labyrinthine paths. The Parisian necropolis also sat on unconsecrated grounds. Excellent shopping for a dark witch.

Certainly used his pocketknife to scrape the thick layer of yellow mold from the letter
E
on a tombstone around the corner from where the St. Charles sisters were cleaning up a pile of vampire ash. After he’d asked for something to store his finds in, Libby had given him a few plastic zip bags. So far he’d collected the mold and some grave dust, and he now headed toward the dead cat behind the next tombstone. It had been reduced to bone by the efficient rats that scurried around even now, unwary of human or paranormal presence.

He sat on the edge of the raised stone tomb, pinching his fingers along the zip bag to seal it. He closed the pocketknife. Observing the sisters revealed an exercise in efficiency and professionalism. They both had their roles, and each worked with zeal. The determination on Vika’s face was impressive. She did take cleaning personally.

“Can’t believe she hasn’t picked up my place yet,” he said, sort of as a spoken wish, but then, “Nah. That would be forward of me.” He liked his disorder as it was, because within that array he knew exactly where everything was.

That she even tolerated him being around her was immense. He’d seen the bruise on her shoulder last night while they’d made love. The pain demon had shoved her around, and he was surprised, and thankful, she didn’t have broken bones.

“You allowed it to happen,” he muttered, feeling he should be able to control the demons from within.

Must be more than half a dozen remaining. It wasn’t as if he could do a roll call, but he suspected he’d experienced all that occupied his soul. There was or had been: Carrion (whom Vika had obliterated that first accidental meeting), Menace, War, Lust, Protection (whom he wished would appear more often), Chaos, Pain, Grief, and, well, he hoped that was it.

Why hadn’t a desire or gratitude demon hitched a ride? Any man could appreciate either of those two. Although he should be thankful he’d attracted the one benevolent demon, he’d yet to notice that any of the protection sigils worked against the other demons, save to make them flinch.

Sighing, he waggled his tattooed fingers, smirking at Libby’s curiosity and Vika’s sudden discomfort when her sister had asked to examine them more closely. Vika had swooned at the use of his magical touch. He hadn’t been aware of that particular magic since he’d only recently completed the glove tattoo. Nice bonus. He suspected Vika wouldn’t mind if he practiced on her until he’d achieved mastery.

“Ready, CJ?” Vika called.

“Ready for what?”

His heart stuttered. She must have found another wandering soul. Plastic bags in hand, CJ dashed down an aisle between tombstones and rushed over to the hearse.

“Stand right there!”

He stopped abruptly at Vika’s held-up hand.

She nodded at him, as if anticipating something big. He couldn’t see the corpse light, but he noticed her eyes followed something in the air before her. Sweeping out her hand, Vika chanted an air spell.

The brightness blasted him in the chest and toppled him backward to land on the aboveground stone coffin of Jacques Letendre, Beloved Father. Arms splaying back and chest lifting as the soul traveled through him, Certainly gasped in the fetid air. Brilliance burst through his extremities and tugged at his muscles, as if attempting to peel them from his bones. He clenched his fingers, his entire body stiffening. The entrance ward on his palm burned, and then his muscles relaxed. As the soul moved through him, he cried out joyously to experience the warmth and utter gentleness. It all happened within five seconds.

Libby rushed to the tombstone and preened over his prone figure. A red curl slipped out from her Tyvek cap and dangled over her purple-dusted eyelid. “Hell. That was some kind of kinky! Did it work?”

CJ slapped a hand on his chest. “Goodbye, Menace.”

Vika leaned over him. “I got the bastard who tried to total the hearse?” She pumped a fist. “Yes!”

He pulled her down onto him and kissed her, she in her hazmat suit and white Tyvek hat, and he with his bags of grave dirt near his head. The two made out there on the coffin while Libby packed up the back of the hearse.

“Thank you. Again,” he said, tugging the white cleaning cap from her head to let the garnet waves spill over his chest. “Was that the only soul?”

“No, I’ve collected half a dozen at least. They are already attached to my soul. Can’t use them. But I felt one approaching apprehensively, so knew I could use it. Now, let me see if I can find it.”

She climbed off him and wandered about behind the tombstone, and gave a triumphant whoop.

“That’s my girl,” he said, sitting up and brushing the grave dust from his sleeves. “My Intrepid Gatherer of Corpse Lights. Were they all vampires?”

“Yes.” Libby hitched her hip onto the tombstone and sat beside CJ. She tugged out the earbuds and they dangled at her chest, tiny strains of rock music echoing out. “Weird, huh? We’ve had a rush of multiple vamp deaths. Generally Vika and I are never called in for such a job. Who’s taking out all the vampires? And they’re going for the hearts first.”

“The hearts. How do you know that?”

“The heart is the last to ash if it’s been previously removed from the body. We found one tossed under those dead weeds over there. Completely drained of blood, and not ashy. You want to see?”

“Uh, no, I get the picture. So it’s not a slayer?”

“I doubt it. Why would a slayer take the time to rip out the heart? Unless he’s a psycho. And I do have a fond place in my heart for The Order of the Stake.”

“Is that so?”

“Dated a knight from the Order last year.” She gave him a sidelong look through her lashes. “Sexy Scandinavian man, but I think he also fell into the psycho category, too.”

Soul bringers and mortal vampire slayers? This chick had some strange passions. But she also had the patented St. Charleses’ oh-so-sexy lash-glance. “Are you reporting this finding to the Council?”

“Of course. But what are your suspicions?” She leaned closer to him and fluttered her lashes. Her eyes were as green as Vika’s. “Think it’s a witch looking for a source?”

“I have trouble with that suggestion.”

“Me, too.”

“A witch only needs one vampire heart, once a century,” he said. “How many have you come upon lately?”

“Half a dozen at the very least. Could be a coven.”

Certainly hadn’t an idea what it could be, but this information gave him pause. He’d been out of the loop since his return from Daemonia. Generally he had a good idea which witch was up to what witchery, and why. And if the Council got wind of dirty dealings, that wind usually drifted below to the archives.

Maybe TJ had heard something? If it was so strange as to cause the sisters pause, he thought someone should look into it, or ensure it was being taken care of by the Council.

“Would you ladies mind dropping me at my brother’s house on the way home?”

“You’re not coming home with me?” Vika asked, sliding her hand into his, and all smiles now that she’d caught the soul. She glanced skyward. “Right, it’s getting late.”

“I have a curfew,” he said to Libby, then frowned. It was the truth. He wasn’t in control of his life.

He needed to change that.

Vika kissed him and the threesome left the cemetery with bags of vampire ash, cat bones and grave dust.

* * *

Vika exhaled as the last corpse light left her body and attached itself to the soul bringer. Reichardt went into his usual closed-eye trance that clued he was finished with her, so she bent to pull up her dress as Libby walked into the kitchen.

“Sorry.” Libby backed out, and then popped her head through again. “Done?”

“I am.”

Libby snuck over to the cookie jar and tugged out a plastic baggie that harbored within half a dozen chocolate chip cookies.

Salamander purred about Vika’s ankles. She was sure the cat still sensed their former connection when he’d been human, which is why she hadn’t the heart to bring him to the pound. She’d never been a big cat lover; still wasn’t. He approved of her more when CJ was not around. They’d dropped him off at his brother’s place.

When the soul bringer opened his eyes, Libby handed him the plastic bag. “More cookies?”

He took the bag with both hands and held it before him to study. With a nod of acknowledgment, the stoic man disappeared.

“That nod is so sexy,” Libby said, tilting out a hip and catching a palm on it. “I’ll break him down, sooner or later. I put a little magic in that batch.”

“What kind of magic? Not a love spell. Libby, please tell me you did not.”

“I would never! What witch would risk a love spell and always know the guy’s feelings were brought on by magic and not his heart? I want to gently influence his subconscious. Make him remember my name. So when he eats a cookie, he’ll think of me.”

Vika tilted her head. “Subtle. I like it.”

“I thought you would. You heading over to CJ’s?”

“I...may. I’ve been thinking a lot about the sex spell.”

“Don’t tell me. Have you and he...?”

Vika hummed casually as she dusted the counter for nonexistent specks.

“Vika?”

“You said not to tell you.”

“Agh!”

Smiling, Vika nodded. “Last night. And this morning.”

“Nice. I was surprised when you invited him to Pére Lachaise, but then to see you two making out on the tombstone—whew! So, is he a good lover?”

“That man has many surprises hidden beneath his dark exterior. Not the least of which is contained within his tattooed hand.”

Libby’s eyes grew wide with wonder.

“And that’s all I’m saying. But as for the sex spell, I want to try to seduce one of his demons.”

“Seriously? You think you can seduce a war demon, or ugh—Pain?”

“No, I’m hoping to snag a desire demon or something a little easier for starters.”

“What if there isn’t a desire demon inside him? You should bring me along in case it gets dangerous.”

“And what could you do for me if it does?”

“My air magic is better than yours.”

“True. But I don’t want you there for the seduction. I have to do this on my own. Maybe. I’m not sure he’d approve of the method. It requires both witches to put forth their blood and then we have sex, and well, the host should be open and then we can cast out the demon during sexual congress—with the demon—which I know he would not approve of. I’m thinking I’m not going to tell him.”

“Isn’t that bloodsexmagic? The kind vampires once used to steal our magic?”

“It’s a different form, but yes.”

“You’ve never conjured demons before, nor have you cast them out. Vika, I’m not sure about this.”

“You were the one to suggest it!”

“I know, but...” Libby worried her lower lip.

“I can do this.” She clutched the nail at her neck. “With Grandmother’s help. Yes, I think I will do it that way. I’ll let CJ believe we’re going to do it his way, but then at the right moment, I’ll have to kill the lights to bring forth the demon and seduce it.”

Libby winced.

“If it works he’s one step closer to a clean soul.”

“And you need to make it clean,” Libby muttered as Vika walked out of the kitchen.

Yes, she did need to make him clean. Yet in the process, was she dirtying herself with lies and mistruths? And what if she could manage sex with a demon? It would be with CJ’s body, not as if she’d be doing the nasty with a real corporeal demon.

Or so, that is what she kept telling herself.

Chapter 13

“S
o what’s in the bag?” Certainly asked as he poured a goblet of crème de violette for Vika and sat on the couch beside her.

She patted the tapestry bag she’d set on the floor. “Supplies.”

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