"Columbine died. I had to make a replacement, and you were not here to guide me."
"Then the mask should have been retired, and the name with it. That was my will, and our way, once." She began to walk toward them. I could almost see her foot, dainty in a slipper edged with white pearls.
Jean-Claude called, "Do not look upon her face. For fear of sanity and life do not meet her eyes, any of you."
"I am not the Traveller, to need to steal bodies to walk. I did need flesh once, but I am the darkness made flesh, Pantalone. I am she who made you, made you all! Killing the necromancer will not put me back to sleep again. It is too late for that."
It was Jake who knelt beside me, and Jean-Claude. Jake whispered, "She"s using your energy to manifest, Anita. You have to shut her down before she"s solid here. You do not want her in America in flesh and bone."
I looked at him, and I knew. "You"re one of them." Jake nodded. "You saved ma pet.i.te, when you could have let her die in the bath room at the Circus," Jean-Claude said.
"The Mother was always going to wake again, nothing would pre vent that. Some of us believe that Anita is our only hope of control ling her. Prove my master right by shutting down the power you"re feeding her."
"I don"t know . . ."
"She"s feeding on your anger, your rage."
"I don"t know how to stop that."
"If she feeds on Pantalone, one of the oldest of us, she may have enough power to be permanent flesh."
The black-cloaked figure was standing at his feet. The guards were looking at me. I said the only thing I could think of: "Get away from him." Some of the guards hesitated, but most of them glanced toward the dark figure and moved a discreet distance.
"Anita," Jake said, "help us."
I turned to Jean-Claude and said, "Help me think of something be sides my anger."
The black figure was spreading into what looked like a piece of the night sky, like some beautiful and frightening cloak of stars and darkness. Pantalone shrieked, as if whatever he saw in that piece of darkness was something terrible to behold.
"Hurry," I said.
Jean-Claude raised the ardeur, in a breath, in the feel of his mouth on mine. He raised the ardeur and stripped away my sorrow in a rush of skin and hands. I hadn"t fed the ardeur in over twelve hours. I was suddenly starving.
Marmee Noir screamed, "No!" Her rage cut through me, and a sharp pain laced my back. I felt blood a second later. The ardeur was gone in a rush of fear and pain. I turned, and Jean-Claude caught my face, forced my eyes against his velvet jacket. "She is fading, ma pet.i.te."
Her voice came in a rush of rain and wind. "I know who your master is, wolf. You have betrayed me, and I will not forget it."
When I could no longer smell jasmine or feel rain against my skin like some invisible presence, I asked Jake, "How do I keep her from popping in to see me?"
"There"s a charm for that."
I gave him a look.
"People used to think she was a demon, but whatever they thought she was, one human witch made a charm a very long time ago, and it works."
"Is it a holy symbol?" I asked.
He smiled. "No, it"s magic, not faith."
"Isn"t all magic faith?" I asked.
"No, sometimes it"s just magic."
The concept was too hard for me. "You got one of those charms on you?" "Always, but I"ll get one for you. We should be safe for the rest of tonight."
"I hope those aren"t famous last words," I said.
"What do we do with them, Anita?" Truth asked.
I looked at Jake. "He broke your laws more than mine."
"Kill him under your laws, we won"t argue. We suspected one of us was being paid as an a.s.sa.s.sin, but we didn"t know who. Then Pantalone volunteered to come check out Malcolm"s church. It was just a visit, and a report back to the council. He usually only takes killing jobs, so we were suspicious. If Columbine had won Jean-Claude"s lands, it would have been Pantalone who ruled here. We are allowed to leave the service of the Mother now, because she sleeps. Once she wakes, all that are in her service will be trapped there."
"So you came to spy," I said.
"And to help keep you alive."
"Thanks for that." I glanced back toward Remus"s body. "I wish everybody were still alive." "I"m sorry about that, truly. He was a good man." I turned back to Wicked and Truth. "Did you guys wade into the dark and cut off his hand without being able to see anything?"
"Yes," Wicked said.
"Of course," Truth said.
"Then take his head."
Pantalone, with a missing arm, stabbed, shot, moved in a black blur. Truth was his own dark blur, his sword so fast it looked like lightning. He took him through the heart again, except spitting him this time the way Pantalone had spitted Remus. Wicked"s blade glittered outward and the head went spinning. It wasn"t just impressive. It was lovely in a macabre sort of way.
"Someone put the head in a sack. We"ll burn it later, separate from the body." "We should take the heart, too," Olaf said. I nodded. "You"re right. We"ll do that after we take care of the other two." "You killed our master," Columbine said.
"I would ask, does that frighten you, but I can taste your fear in your words. It tastes good. I"m going to ask you some questions. If you answer me truthfully, then you die quick, fairly painless. You f.u.c.k with me, lie to me, try not to answer the questions and I"ll make your death something to write home about. I"ll give you to Olaf. He"s the big guy."
Olaf glanced back at me, gun still trained on them. "Do you mean it?"
"Right this minute, yes. She"s a pet.i.te dark-haired woman, she even fits your victim profile. If she doesn"t answer my questions, never say I didn"t give you a good present."
"No," Columbine said, "please."
"You tried to kill me and the people I love. Your master killed my friend. Please isn"t going to have much effect on me right now, not from you."
"Please," Richard said, "don"t do this."
I shook my head. "Go home, Richard."
"Isn"t there any other man in your bed who agrees with me, that there are some things you don"t do, for any reason?"
Jean-Claude stood and went to Richard. He began to try to soothe him. It reminded me of when you gamed and you had to send the Paladin around the hill so you could loot the dead.
Nathaniel and Micah came to my sides. "You want to get closer to her?" Micah asked.
I nodded. "You don"t think I"m a b.a.s.t.a.r.d for offering her to Olaf?"
"They"ve nearly killed you three times, Anita. You"re my Nimir-Ra; I"ll carve out her heart and serve it to you on a platter." The threat seemed more real with him in his kitty-cat form.
"I"m your submissive, I don"t argue," Nathaniel said.
"Submissive when it suits you, lately."
He smiled at me. "I won"t carve her up, but I might watch Olaf do it. She almost killed you, and Jean-Claude, and Richard."
I nodded. "And Peter."
"And Cisco," Nathaniel said.
I nodded, and started to turn back to look at Remus. Micah kept me moving forward. "Let"s go ask your questions."
We went to ask my questions. Olaf was whispering to her as we came up, what he"d do to her, what he wanted to do to her. "Please, don"t answer the questions. Vampires die so much slower than humans."
Guess what, she answered every question first time out. She and Nivia had killed the humans and tried to frame the church members. It had been to get leverage to try to force Malcolm to simply give the Church to them. Then I"d gone and spoiled it by killing Nivia. I didn"t tell her that I wasn"t even certain why Nivia had died, or what I"d done to cause it. Maybe Jean-Claude could help me figure it out later. Columbine was going to be the beard, the stalking horse, for Pantalone. Once he ruled here, even the Mother of All Darkness couldn"t force him to abandon his territory. All of them, Pantalone, Nivia, Soledad, and Giovanni had all taken a.s.sa.s.sination jobs. The only question she hesitated on, even for a second, was, "Which council members did you work for?"
"They"ll kill me."
"You don"t have to be afraid of them anymore, Columbine."
"You"ll protect me?"
"In a way. You don"t have to be afraid of the council killing you later, because we"re going to kill you tonight, remember? All we"re negotiating on is whether you die easy, or hard. Your choice."
She shook her head.
"Olaf."
"Yes."
"We have to cut her heart out anyway. Want to do it first?"
He stared at me as if wondering if I was kidding. I remembered Remus"s body in my arms. I knew now that I"d felt his body jerk as Pantalone had forced his arm through his chest, through his heart, dug his way through, and killed him. I could still hear his last whispered "I"m sorry." Not "help me," or "G.o.d, it hurts," but "I"m sorry."
"Do it," I said.
They held her down, and they held Giovanni down, and Olaf ripped her costume open, bared her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the room, and began very slowly to carve out her heart. He didn"t get very far before she gave up the names. Master of Beasts and the Lover of Death.
Olaf didn"t stop when she gave up the names. He"d gone to his happy place. It was like trying to argue with an autistic child; he just didn"t hear us.
Columbine screamed, "I answered your questions. In the name of the dark, kill me."
I told Wicked to behead her. He did, one clean blow that scarred the wood underneath her. I could never get a head to come off in one blow. Olaf looked up as the blood poured out of the neck in a crimson fountain. "I wasn"t finished."
"She gave the information up a while ago. I promised her a quick death if she told me what I needed to know."
He gave me a look that wasn"t friendly at all.
"You can still cut out her heart," I said.
"It"s not the same," he said, and the look on his face was nothing I understood, or wanted to understand.
I started to apologize for not letting him cut out her heart while she was still alive, then I caught myself. f.u.c.k, the shock was beginning to leave and I was wondering what the h.e.l.l I"d been thinking. Legally, everything we were doing was A-okay. I had a warrant of execution, it covered a mult.i.tude of sins.
He did finish cutting out her heart. I had Wicked behead Giovanni. I was really going to see if he and his brother could teach me the beheading-a-person-with-one-blow technique. I could never manage, not even with a sword. Maybe it was a leverage thing?
I took Giovanni"s heart myself, with one of Fredo"s knives that was better for carving open a person"s sternum than anything I had on me. I was tired, and the shock was wearing off, which made me clumsy. I was nearly elbow deep inside Giovanni"s chest. I just couldn"t seem to get the heart out of the ligaments that held the pericardial sac in place. I"d pierced the sac, but it was as if I"d gotten something tangled. I was so tired, and numb, and not numb enough.
"May I help?" Olaf was kneeling beside the body. His hands were b.l.o.o.d.y, too, but only one of them looked like he was wearing a red glove.
"Yeah, it"s tangled. I think I"m just tired."
He slid his hand inside the hole I"d made, so that his arm slid up alongside mine in the chest cavity. It wasn"t until his hand cupped mine, pressing both our hands into the still warm heart, that I looked at him. We were both leaning over the body, our faces inches apart, with our arms up the much longer torso of the male. He looked at me over the body, our hands around the heart, blood everywhere. He looked at me as if it were a candlelit dinner and I were wearing nice lingerie.
I thought very clearly in my head, /will not scream. I would be calm. f.u.c.k, but I would be. Besides, he"d enjoy it if I screamed. My voice was only a little strained as I said, "I think it"s just past my fingertips. Can you reach the ligament there?"
He slid his hand over mine, farther up the heart. He caressed my hand while he reached for the piece of the heart I couldn"t reach. I started to slide my hand out as I felt him grab the piece of muscle or ligament. He laid the other heart on the dead vampire"s groin and grabbed my arm before I could pull it out of the chest cavity. He held my hand inside so we"d be touching the heart together. If I struggled, he"d like it. I could yell for help, but he almost had it loose, and it would be over. I hesitated. He pulled the heart free of whatever had been holding it in place, and it spilled into both our hands. He kept his free hand on my arm, controlling how slow we eased out of the chest cavity. He made it last, and he stared at my face while we did it. I normally don"t have much problem fishing around inside dead bodies anymore, but the sensation of our hands holding the heart, our arms pressed together as we slid out of the thick, b.l.o.o.d.y muscle, was too strangely intimate. For the last few inches of arm he looked down at the wound and not at my face. He watched our arms emerge from the b.l.o.o.d.y hole just under the sternum. He kept his hand on my arm and forced our hands upward, so that for a moment we held the heart together, and he looked at me over that bleeding muscle.
I knew I went pale. I couldn"t help it. I knew he would enjoy my fear, and I couldn"t stop it. Then he leaned in toward me. He leaned in over the b.l.o.o.d.y heart, the body, our b.l.o.o.d.y arms. He leaned in for a kiss.
I whispered, "Don"t."
"You don"t want me to kiss you," he whispered back.
"I don"t want you to touch me," I said.
He smiled then. "Perfect."
He kissed me.
I had Fredo"s blade going for a different chest when Olaf pulled back, out of reach. He laughed, a rich, deep laugh. A happy sound that didn"t match anything we were doing. He"d left me with the heart in one hand and the knife in the other. If my hands hadn"t been full I might have gone for my gun. Surely I could claim temporary insanity.
He wiped his b.l.o.o.d.y hands on his clothes, not just on his shirt, but wiped his b.l.o.o.d.y hands down his body, showing off all that muscled chest, stomach, and finally groin. He ma.s.saged his groin with his b.l.o.o.d.y hands, and looked at me while he did it.
That was it. I set the knife and heart on the floor and tried to run for the bathroom and never made it. I threw up in front of the door to the recreation hall. I threw up until there was nothing left. I threw up until my head was pounding and I was spitting up bile. Micah laid a cool and human hand against my forehead while I was sick. Nathaniel held my hair back, because my hands were still covered in blood.
Olaf left town. I"ve got a new recurring nightmare to add to the list. It"s Olaf and me cutting up the body, except in the dream it"s bloodier, and Giovanni is screaming, and I kiss Olaf back. Maybe the temporary insanity was not to shoot him.
Peter didn"t take the injection, and he didn"t catch lycanthropy. He"s back home recovering, human-slow, but he"s sixteen and in good shape. He"ll heal, but he"s going to have some seriously macho scars. I have no idea what Edward told Donna. I"m not sure I want to know.
Doc Lillian sewed up the marks on my breast. She said, "Unless you don"t care if it scars?" I guess I did care. I asked her why the breast would scar when the stomach and side healed clean. They were more serious wounds. What the doc and the other doctors think happened is that the feeding on the swans gave enough energy not only to save everyone, but also to heal the injuries completely, and even faster than a normal lycanthrope could have done it. I"m not sure what a "normal" lycanthrope is, but Lillian has warned me to be more careful. "You can"t find an entire animal group to feed off every night." She has a point.
Jean-Claude sent Sampson home to Cape Cod before the fight. He didn"t want to get his friend"s son killed. Sampson left without having s.e.x with me. His mother"s plans spoiled by the Harlequin"s arrival.
There"s a tiger inside me now, thanks to MarmeeNoir and Soledad. We"re trying to find some tigers willing to come to St. Louis. Though, strangely, something about what happened seems to have given me more control over the beasts. Or, at least, they haven"t tried to tear me apart recently. In fact, letting out one beast seems to content the rest. No one seems to know why it"s working this way now. I"m not sure I care why, as long as it stays this calm.