Authors: Mark Tufo
“Mike, you know they're not going to trade out. Let's just be done with her, and then we can all go.”
“And if they get past us, who defends this household ⦠Trip?”
“Fuck you, man. You really know where to hit a man. I wouldn't let that man guard an anthill. Probably bring it inside so he could watch it from the comfort of his couch.”
“Tommy, we need to go,” I said, turning back around. He didn't ask where; he already knew. His body language showed that he thought this a futile effort, but he did not say “no.”
“They're already dead, and soon you will be as well.” Sophia said, her manic laughing finally stopping. “You do know what happens to those that die without a soul, do you not, Michael of the Talbot line?”
“I'm not a hundred percent sure, but maybe you can tell me when you join us. BT, we're not back in an hour, cut her fucking head off as painfully as possible.” Maybe it was the flat way I delivered the words or just what the words intoned, but for once she shut the hell up.
It was easy enough to follow the blood trail as we left Ron's property. I tried not to think about what that kind of blood loss would do to somebody. I was convinced if we could get to them soon enough, we would be able to save them. I believed that very thought right up until I saw a body impaled against a large oak. A branch as thick as my forearm was protruding from his chest. The fact that he was upside down only added to the horror of the moment.
“He was dead before this was done to him.” Tommy stepped closer.
“Is that supposed to make it better?” It was a rage-filled question. If Tommy said anything, I think I would have jumped on him both literally and figuratively. Instead, he tenderly reached up and pulled the boy free and then laid him down on the leaf-strewn ground.
“Let's go,” I told him, trying to shut out the cold wind that blew within and around me.
“He must be buried.”
“And he will be. He's dead, he can't get any deader. I want to try and make sure that doesn't happen to my brother.”
Tommy took one long, mournful look at Dizz before we departed. We pushed on, moving faster through the Maine woods than we had a right to. Tommy pressed on hard. Everything looked the same to me; I was not sure what trail he was following, but as long as it wasn't a blood one, I was okay with it. I was so intent on staying on Tommy's heels I never even realized when it had become difficult to see them. Darkness wasn't creeping up on us as much as it had enveloped us completely in its gloomy embrace. A horror director would have lost his shit with how perfectly this scene was setting itself up. Clouds had covered the stars, and a small sliver of moon peeked through a thick fog that had rolled in. I could hear the ocean off to our right, lapping against the rocky coast. A lighthouse should have been blaring a warning to wayward ships. The night was still; the only thing moving was the heavy mist around us, the only sound that of the tide.
Anger still burned brightly in me, but I'd be lying if I said fear wasn't wriggling its finger around inside my skull. They could be within an arm's length, and at least I'd never know. Tommy with his va-dar (vampire radar) most likely could tell.
So when he answered, “Not sure,” when I asked, “Where to?” I was more than concerned.
“Help” floated through the air much like the fog around us. The sound diffused and spread among the water droplets, making it impossible to tell from which direction it had come. I wasn't even sure if it was Gary's voice. That was answered soon enough when we heard a snippet of Bon Jovi.
“What are they doing?” I turned quickly around, trying to locate the source of the sound.
“They're playing with us. They know we're here. They're trying to scare us.”
“Trying?” I said to him. “Where's Sophia?” I shouted. Funny how quickly they stopped playing the music. The resultant quiet was even more terrifying.
“Help!” That was indeed Gary. I was somewhat relieved because he was still alive. But that was like being happy for a mouse in a cobra enclosure. It was only a matter of time.
“Gary, we're going to get you out of this mess.”
There was cruel laughter in response.
“What is it with vampires and laughing? Sophia stopped laughing when we were through with her!”
“Liar!”
“That's Charity.” Tommy said. There was a downward lilt to his voice as he said her name.
“That's her name?”
Tommy sighed, “Yes.”
“Yeah, that's like naming me Tactful,” I said to him. “I've killed one vampire, what's another?” I shouted out.
“I will rip you from the heavens if you have harmed her!”
“That is a threat you cannot keep!”
A sound came from her that could have curdled sour milk. Apparently I was getting under her skin, although, all things being equal, I was definitely more scared. I don't know what sway the vamps held over the elements, if any, but the clouds split to reveal a crescent moon and a sprinkling of light dusted us just as the mist in front of us began to swirl independent of any sign of wind. It pulled back like a curtain on a stage to reveal a major player in this drama. Payne in all her magnificent, evil glory stood before us. Tommy grabbed my arm as I began to raise it.
“Where's my brother?” I tried to push past Tommy. He would not allow me any closer.
“Tomas, it is so good to see you after all these years.” She smiled at him. It looked genuine enough. If given a different set of circumstances, I could almost believe that they were friends long ago and that had not seen each other in many moons. “I was saddened to hear of your loss. Your sister was a special vampire. Did you take it hard, especially after having devoted so much of your life to protect her?”
“I realize now that I should have spent more time trying to end her suffering than to let her inflict it upon so many others.”
“You have been washed out by walking among the chaff, dear Tomas. Your sister was wrong in letting you stride the world so long with one foot in our world and one foot in theirs.” She scoffed at that last part while pointing to me. “And now you honor her memory by protecting the one that slayed her? You have betrayed yourself as well as us all.”
Tommy seemed to sag under the assault of her words. I took that as my opportunity. “I am going to shove my fist in your mouth.” I got past his arm bar.
“There is much resemblance in you to my dear Victor. The fire of humanity burned so brightly through him. I was curious to see what would happen when it mingled with my lineage. He hated me for that.” She reached out and ran her fingers along the side of my cheek. “I think he would have rather died violently that day rather than have the life I gave him.”
“Life? You call this life? Watching all those I love around me grow old and die and knowing I'll never be able to join them in the afterlife?”
“Love? Love is a myth. You have been granted immortality, the chance to shape your destiny as you see fit.”
“Destiny? You don't shape destiny.”
“Oh, my foolish child, you have so much to learn. You are like a babe playing with his blocks for the first time.”
“I would like my brother back.” I was fighting to keep her out of my mind. No matter what she said, her words had a soothing effect as she attempted to control me.
“He is no longer your brother. You belong to another world now. Join with me. I could show you so much that you have missed.”
“I have no desire to see your world. I caught a glimpse of Eliza's. You can keep it.”
“It is true Eliza had a different take. She let her past dictate her future. There is so much more than endless revenge and retribution. There are places that mortals cannot travel within this realm, grand things they cannot do. I am offering you the opportunity to bear witness to it all.”
“At what cost?”
She smiled.
“The cost of my family? You want me to just hand them all over to you?”
“That would be easier on us and on them, yes. There is little you can do to prevent it.”
“You killed a boy, a fucking innocent boy and then stuck him on a tree like a fucking ornament!”
“I was proving a point: the hopelessness of your situation. Your family will be treated with more respect if they are given over willingly.”
I forced her from my head. I was happy to see a glimpse of a wince on her face as I did so. “Don't be trying your mind voodoo shit on me.”
“Is that your doing?” She turned to Tommy.
“It was not. He has more power than he knows or is willing to tap into.”
There was concern in Payne; I could feel it coming off of her.
“I could kill you both where you stand.”
“Probably could, although Sophia won't live another half an hour if you do.” I told her.
She looked on the edge of rage.
“Didn't think immortals could die. My friend has this huge blade right now stuck in the crook of her neck. I don't check in, and he just saws through that flesh like he was butchering a hog.”
“You cannot!”
“Sure I can. I hate what I've become, but I hate you and your kind even more. If it were the last thing I did on this planet, I would consider it a victory.”
Charity came out from the shadows. “Let me kill the impudent one, and we will go and save her.” Much like Tommy had done to me, Payne reached out and halted Charity's progress.
“I want Gary back, you want Sophia. We can exchange them and then you can continue on with your little fact finding mission. Then you kill us or we kill you. Personally, I like our odds; we're not some little village in 1760 France that has no clue the monsters you are. Each of us is armed, willing to fightâand more importantly, we know how to fight.”
She went exactly where I'd hoped she would not. “How long do you think it would take for me to create an army of vampires? We could tear through your paltry defenses before the sun sets. You have to think bigger than survival in terms of days, Michael. You do not understand the vastness of the universe, the secrets awaiting your exploration. It is so much bigger than the life you are so reluctant to let go of.”
Now it was my turn to laugh. “I know how well your kind plays with each other. That three of you are together is a rarity, and you want to let loose a few dozen? And then what? You're going to try and rein them in? I already know man is becoming a rare commodity. How are you planning on feeding all those mouths? And new vampires, they are oh so very hungry, they'll mow through the population like hungry teenagers through a refrigerator stocked with snacks. Raise an army, my ass. You'd no sooner do that than you would suck on a rat for a meal.”
“He cannot talk to you like this!” Charity chided.
“Ah, perhaps you do know us better than I had given you credit for. I sometimes forget that those who share the blood can see down the line of past events.”
“Sophia for Gary, then you three get back on your little boat to China, or however the fuck you got here, and leave. You are no longer welcome on this continent.”
“He has no right!”
“No right? You have my brother, bitch. I have every
fucking
right. You so much as break his Walkman, and I'll parade Sophia's head around on a fucking stick so that the crows can feast on her God forsaken eyes!”
Charity moved past Payne almost quicker than I could track. She was not used to a lowly half-breed squaring off against her, and she certainly wasn't used to Payne telling her what she could and could not do. She had her own agenda, and she was going to play it out. That was, at least, until Tommy sprang into action. She'd been so focused on me she barely took note of the downtrodden boy. His punch started somewhere in downtown Seattle before it connected with the side of her headâthe temple, to be specific. Her legs were buckling even as she slid sideways in between me and Payne. She fell to her knees a good five feet to the side, her head lolling about like a bobble-head mounted on a Jeep dashboard on a particularly rocky trail.
Inside, I was jumping around like a little kid. This was almost as good as watching the Red Sox beat the Yankees in the playoffs. I tried to stay as calm as I could on the outside.
“You still feeling pretty confident about your odds of taking us down, Payne?”
She said nothing.
“I think, if we put our minds to it, Tommy and I could kill you, and then, when we were done, we'd take care of Concussive Cathy over there before my buddy finishes off Sophia. By tomorrow morning, you three and all your illusions of grandeur are but fucking dust.”
She still said nothing, weighing her options, I guess.
“Makes no difference to me if you spend all of eternity wandering the vast wastelands of purgatory.”
She looked at me with surprise.
“Oh yeah, I know all about that place, too. You have to wonder what's worse, being forever alone in that gray world or having to pay for all your transgressions with the source spring of evil. I suppose Eliza knows. I sense confusion on your part. Did you not know that we reunited her with her soul before we killed her?”
“You lie; that is not possible.”
She said the words, but she didn't seem overly confident about them.
“It's the truth.” Tommy told her. He was looking at his knuckles that had swelled from the hit.
I wasn't going to tell her that we'd had the help of a burgeoning witch and a spell-trapped Shaman. It was better if she somehow thought we could do it again.
I felt bad for Tommy, and I'd smooth things over later. Right now, I needed to do all I could to convince Payne we were not adversaries she wanted to have.
“She screamed for mercy at the end. Begged me not to do it. What came for her was unimaginable. Can you imagine being tortured in a place where every second can be dragged out into a lifetime?”
Charity wobbled her way to a standing position. She had to reach out to a small tree to steady herself.