"I know, I know," he said, holding up his hands, defeated. "I need to go somewhere and lay down." He rubbed his abdomen as the slurry of Remy Martin chasing martinis on an empty stomach began to gurgle within it."Walk me back to my house and I"ll give you a lift."
"Don"t bother. I need air, anyway." Carlos shook his head, held it high, and resumed his broken path down the dark road. Pride had a stranglehold on him, even when he was half drunk. He was not going to be led around by his d.i.c.k, no matter how much he wanted to be with her. Those days were over. There were just some things that he wasn"t going for, and being told what to do all the time by her was one of them. If he couldn"t make it to his house, he"d sleep on the porch swing at the family house and call it a night.
"Back there in Philly," she said, calling out into the darkness behind him, "that was an early apex spike brought on by your birthday and the battle of your life."
"So what! It"ll pa.s.s! Just like everything else!" he yelled back, each footfall stomping the road harder.
"Come May or June, I"ll hunt you down myself for a hit, mad at me or not, baby... d.a.m.n, if that"s what you"re trailing now."
Her warm laughter sent another shudder through him, but he kept walking.
CHAPTER THREE
Damali sighed with frustration as she went back into her house. She paced through the small dwelling and slid her gun across the weapons room table. This whole life was crazy. She peered around what should have been a cozy den or family room. A daggone crossbow was mounted near the door, hand grenades and semis on a desk. An Isis dagger held by a wooden stand lay in wait where a letter opener should have been if things were normal. Every man on the team was bugging in one way or another.
The sisters seemed to be holding their own for now, but she wondered how long that would last.
The only male who had a perpetually sunny disposition was Big Mike-but that was probably because he"d figured out how to be AWOL 80 percent of the time, regularly claiming he had to escort Inez to Houston to visit her child. While that was true, she also knew that the getaways doubled as conjugal visits, since Mike was supersensitive to sound traveling and his business being public.
Damali lifted her hair off her neck and laughed sadly. She could definitely identify. What she wouldn"t give right now to let her voice rent the place... or hear Carlos"s deep, low-decibel thunder.
She shuddered, nearly feeling the vibration as she remembered it. Didn"t he know by now what he meant to her? If after all they"d been through he didn"t get it, then what could she tell him that would make a d.a.m.ned difference? He"d have to figure it out on his own.
But in the meanwhile, whew. Just seeing him all messed up and fluxing... maybe she would call him. Pride goeth before a fall, and her man was fine. It had been too long since they"d been in sync. Privacy had been a hard commodity to obtain. Now she had that and he was squandering the gift. Damali glanced around the room and left it, seeking something to munch on.
She opened the fridge and stood in the dim light it cast within the darkened kitchen, hoping something good would strike her, as though just looking at the shelves might materialize whatever her palate craved. What did she want? Her hands were on her hips, her brow knit in thought. What did she want, what was good in here? She had a refrigerator full of food, and didn"t want a danged thing in it.
Damali left the refrigerator door open as she went to the back door and flung it open wide. Fresh air, for one thing. The room was too warm, and she hated air conditioning. She went back to the fridge to study the shelves. She smiled and closed her eyes.
Carlos, naked, in bed, right now, no drama, no att.i.tude, not drunk, vaporizing her one cell at a time. Yeah, that was definitely what she wanted. She licked her lips as her mouth went dry from the mental sight of his lit second tattoo on his base, one of his sweet spots, and therefore hers. Caramel. She laughed. Oh, yeah, she practically breathed out, that tasted real good.
A shiver swept through her as the vivid image made her moisten and swell. She wasn"t sure if it was the cool air that wafted from the opened refrigerator door, or just her thoughts of him that produced gooseflesh. Her hardened nipples strained against her tank top as remembered what his warm, wet mouth felt like... what the tip of his tongue did to them, when he was so inclined.
d.a.m.n, she missed that man... why"d he have to flux with a hint of fang and then get salty!
She hadn"t felt intense arousal like this in months. And he"d picked this night of all nights to act stupid. Men. If he woulda allowed a mind lock, she could have sensed what was running through his brain, sent him some serious Balm of Gilead for whatever ailed him and sobered him up... shoot, they might not have even made it back to the house. But, noooo.
Damali wrapped her arms around her waist when her Sankofa at the base of her spine lit and nearly screamed up each vertebra.
Her head dropped back as the old puncture wounds on her throat began to taunt her. One by one, she could feel each bite he"d ever laid down begin to burn hot with memory. Aw, man... forget pride, she was going over to his house in a minute. Whatever was wrong with him and jacking with his head, he was still her pleasure master as far as she was concerned.
Didn"t he know that his touch simply dissolved her? Just thinking about his mouth made her bud throb. And his voice... dayum.
When he got all into it and lost himself... started that Spanglish in her ear, rolling r"s till her womb contracted... and when he"d finally put it in... umph, umph, umph. Yeah, she was gonna call him. Had to now. Had messed herself up just remembering.
Open transmission: Baby, I"m sorry-whatever I did.
She inhaled deeply and dabbed her forehead with the back of her wrist. If this was a prelude to his real apex, then she would probably burn to ash when he went there to the max. Her baby was awesome in that department, not to mention all the other cool s.h.i.t he could do. Why was he trippin" so hard, though? His other powers were coming in, just like new shoots came up from the dirt in the spring. It would be all right. He was still da man. Baby, I"m sorry. Let"s talk about it. Okay?
No answer. s.h.i.t. He was gonna make her beg and just say it. She let her breath out hard, deciding. Memory sent a hard contraction through her ca.n.a.l and the sensation squeezed more hot liquid want into her panties. "Aw, c"mon, baby, I"m sorry, for real," she whispered out loud. He was the one, the only one who could make her feel this way.
All right. I admit it. I"ve been acting funny for months. I"m sorry. I don"t know why I"ve been feeling out of sorts. But tonight, I promise you, by tomorrow we won"t remember why we were arguing. I"ve got this new place to christen...
fireplace ready and waiting, just for you. You don"t have to be all subdued and quiet, neither do I-n.o.body"s within earshot; Big Mike"s in Houston, and even he can"t hear that far.
She laughed quietly as desire tears began to wet her lashes. Suddenly she wanted Carlos so badly it actually hurt. This is a nine- one-one. Come home, and answer this emergency, stat... okay, papi? All right, you call the shots. Cool?
No answer. Fine, then. Damali shook it off, and slammed the refrigerator door. She caught a glimpse of something flash past the deck and smiled. Stop playing and come inside, Carlos.
She paced out to the back of the house, stared up at the moon, completely understanding why werewolves howled. Her focus was singular as she briefly closed her eyes again and inhaled sharply. Carlos was still in her nose. His near apex scent haunting, teasing, making her hands tremble... and he was three sheets to the wind, out here acting crazy.
She opened her eyes and a tall, dark male form was in the shadows just beyond the house lights. She placed her hand over her heart and held on to the deck rail. "Oh, wow, baby, I thought..."
Damali sniffed again, and the stench of rotting flesh hit her just before the shadowy figure moved like lightning from behind a cactus and toward her. Gangrene-pitted flesh hung from a contorted, skeletal face. Eyes too big for the sockets glowed something blackish green, like withered, rotten olives. Half of the creature"s head looked like it had been bashed in, the other half was gone, and tattered, filthy clothing hung from his gruesome body. But the claws at the ends of his long, gnarled fingers, along with the twisted fangs protruding from his hideous mouth, made her know he was deadly and a demon. What the h.e.l.l... Damali felt herself go from aroused to p.i.s.sed in two seconds flat. d.a.m.n! Couldn"t a sister get a moment"s peace?
She whirled around and ran into the house, glimpsing over her shoulder once. Her peripheral vision caught something rushing, fast behind her. The weapons room the guys had created was her destination. There was a heavy thud on the deck porch. He was coming into her house!
The crossbow by the door was the closest thing to her. She grabbed it, c.o.c.ked it, and leveled it toward the window. The moment she went deeper into the room to go for a nine millimeter, she saw him speed by the main open window in a blur.
Damali"s gaze shot around the room, following the sound to get a bead on the creature"s current location.
She heard a thump overhead and jumped. He was on the roof. s.h.i.t! Damali stayed in the center of the house in the hallway, watching as he scampered across her skylight.
Damali dashed back to her weapons room, but the thing leered at her through the secondary bulletproof gla.s.s-block window and screeched. Screw going near the window for the Glock. The Isis dagger was closer. In one deft swipe it went into her back jeans pocket as she backed away from the window and readied the crossbow.
A few seconds was long enough for her to see that the creature"s face was mangled, dripping red flesh, skinless-as though an Amanthra serpent had swallowed him whole and puked him back up. She"d seen those half-eaten, soul-d.a.m.ned humans before in h.e.l.l"s feeding zones. The chest and abdomen were also torn open, and he stunk of sulfur. He presented yellowish green dripping fangs, upper and low canines. The were-demon signature of foul sulfur stench combined with the heavy wet-dog odor was as strong as the Amanthra on him. His head had been half blown off, obviously by a shotgun cartridge, and the sucker moved way too fast.
Damali stalked along the corridor leading to the kitchen, hugging the wall, her weapon before her. Why hadn"t he come in? The prayer barriers and sea-salt lines over thresholds and windowsills had to be the reason. They"d done the interior of the new house, not the perimeter, a.s.suming the hallowed ground around it was enough. It should have been! What was this thing?
It didn"t matter what he was. This creature couldn"t be allowed to escape. The fact that she hadn"t felt him before he manifested really worried her.
As she crept toward the back door, she could sense him waiting for her. She kicked the screen door open; he rushed the door.
She fired her crossbow, dead aim in the thing"s chest. He just looked at her and scooted to the left side of the house. She glanced at the crossbow and set it down slowly. Okaaay. No response to a silver stake in his chest? Her mind quickly scavenged for information. Demon food-the heart was the first thing eaten out. No heart meant nothing to stake. But he still had flesh, open wounds, where purified, prayed-over sea salt could catch and burn him-ignite that sucker.
No time to lose, she rushed to her cabinets, grabbed a bag of anointed Red Sea salt-shrapnel to slow him down-then dashed to her weapons room, s.n.a.t.c.hed up a semiautomatic filled with hallowed earth rounds, and went hunting.
As she ran through the house, the creature"s ugly face popped into each window, following her moves. She ran out onto the back deck, unafraid. This low-level, wannabe demon thing had actually tried her, the Neteru! Didn"t he know she"d smoked master vamps and had been to h.e.l.l and back? The b.i.t.c.h had actually tried to break into her house! She was too angry to feel fear.
She waited, on guard, Red Sea salt in one hand, semi in the other. He leaped down from the roof to the ground just beyond the deck rail, and she hurled the opened bag to strew holding salt at his feet, instantly lowering her weapon and squeezing off death rounds.
Damali yanked her weapon upright as the thing squealed and began to smolder. But she noticed the bullets hadn"t affected him.
The creature was melting from his feet up, turning into a puddle of black liquid ooze as he screeched. Then she saw his face in earnest as he began to transform back into what he looked like before he had died and had been fed upon in the lower realms. She stumbled back until her spine hit the house wall. Her foster father? "I thought you were dead, you child-molesting b.a.s.t.a.r.d!"
she screamed, running forward and blowing off the creature"s head. "Inez"s family saw your a.s.s in h.e.l.l! Time to go back!"
Raw emotion kept her weapon firing even after the thing had no head. Gaining her wits quickly, she saw that the head she"d blown off just rolled around in an angry circle, snapping and snarling, while the body went into a black puddle and within moments, disappeared into the ground.
Damali dashed back into her house, grabbed another handful of salt, and flung it at the spinning head. Oddly, it began to smoke and disintegrate, too, but not before looking her squarely in the eyes.
"You can"t keep us down there," the head hissed. "We"re all coming back!" Then it dissolved into black muck and was gone.
Shaken, Damali"s attention jerked to the distance. The Guardians were scrambling. Gunfire had alerted everyone. Stay home.
I"m coming to you! she mentally shouted to Marlene. I don"t know how many more are out here. Find Carlos, and bring him into the house-now!
Furious at the invasion, Damali was down the steps standing near the spot that had withered the already dry gra.s.s. The crude oil-like stench still lingered. She squatted, the Isis dagger now in one hand, at the ready.
She splayed her other hand wide over the black sludge. This didn"t make sense. She could feel subterranean movement, quick dashes like things fleeing, moving between levels that they should have been blocked to. Demon food was on the move, but their captors were not? From everything she"d been taught and had seen down below with her own eyes, all original demons, the ODs as Carlos called them, Lilith"s sp.a.w.n, the Lilith, or Lucifer"s direct-made ent.i.ties, fed on sc.u.m souls like her foster father"s on every level and had them on lock within carefully guarded zones. The d.a.m.ned made up 30 percent of h.e.l.l"s furnaces, and their rot fed the Lilith like fossil fuel. It kept the ODs fed and able to stay subterranean out of harm"s way. Why would their food be topside? How did the d.a.m.ned get loose?
Damali stood and jogged around the side of the house toward her Hummer. It was time to" have a meeting.
"Well, wake his a.s.s up!" Damali shouted. She shook Carlos hard again, but he only groaned and rolled over onto his stomach.
Rider shrugged and peered over at Carlos on the porch swing. "Not possible, sis. He"s pa.s.sed out cold. I caught him before he fell in the yard. That"s what was taking us all so long. Half the team was arguing about leaving Carlos to go help you; who would go, who had to stay to protect the newbies, in the event this was an all-out-"
"All right, Rider. I hear you," Damali said, holding both her hands up. She was too disgusted to go down that particular rat hole right now. She could not believe she was standing out on a porch even having this conversation.
"But all that s.h.i.t you told us, D, is crazy," Jose said. "You sure he couldn"t come into the house?"
"No," Damali said, glancing around the nervous eyes that watched her every move. "Haul Rivera"s a.s.s into the house. Put a salt ring around the borders in the morning. I want Father Patrick on the phone, stat."
Damali began pacing. "All right, people. Listen up. J.L., get Mike on a cell phone. Tell him to come home ASAP with Inez."
"We"ve been trying to raise him and Inez since we heard gunfire," J.L. said, glancing around.
"I told J.L. not to leave a specific voice message, since we know who runs the airwaves," Shabazz said coolly. "I ain"t sensing brotherman is in no imminent danger, he"s just AWOL." Shabazz looked at the clock. "This time of night, he ain"t taking no calls, but if I know Mike, he"ll surface in the morning."
Damali let her breath out hard. "We take this convo inside.""Sho" you right. Everybody"s got salt on "em, except Yonnie and Tara," Shabazz said evenly. "Why don"t you, uh, let them stay outside with our boy, while he sleeps it off on the swing, and we handle this family bizness inside under the prayer vibe so family business stays family business?"
Damali glanced at Yonnie and then Rider. Both had nonverbally squared off. Tara was the stalemate breaker. Shabazz was wise. Yonnie couldn"t be invited to cross the threshold as a male master vamp... not with Rider in the house, because one night that might be her Guardian brother"s only retreat defense if it got crazy between them. Plus, Marjorie had gone pale at the suggestion, which made sense. If Yonnie and Tara had a rift, with young, nubile females in the house, and Carlos not available to talk reason on an unreasonable night...
"I"ll stay with him," Tara said. She stooped down and placed her hand on Carlos"s chest. "I understand how serious this is."
Damali almost nodded until she saw a slight red flicker momentarily form inside Tara"s irises. Big problem. Carlos was definitely trailing something d.a.m.ned near irresistible. Yonnie bristled, but stood downwind in the yard. Rider fingered the trigger on his pump shotgun.
"How about if y"all leave the door open so I can hear and add my two cents, and I stay out here with her and Carlos. I"d hate to see Rivera wake up in the morning a Third gen. I don"t think he"d like the demotion." Rider glared at Tara and then looked down at Carlos.
"If she goes there, he wouldn"t wake up," Yonnie said through his instantly lowered incisors. "Put money on that, even though that"s my boy."
"I didn"t deserve that," Tara hissed, glancing at Rider, then Yonnie. She stood. "He hasn"t fully apexed, and even if he had," she snapped, walking to the edge of the porch, "Damali is my friend."
Rider put the safety back on his weapon and cast his hard gaze out toward the moon. Yonnie normalized and folded his arms, staring out toward the horizon.
"I got the yard," Yonnie said in a begrudging mutter.
The rest of the team filed inside. Damali waited as edgy Guardians filed into the dining room behind her. Marlene looked at her.
Mar, how could he be dead drunk at a time like this!
Not, now, baby. He"s seen the Light, but hasn"t found the Light within himself yet. Give him time.
Screw that! His a.s.s is worthless in this condition. This is- Focus on the task at hand.
She took a deep breath. All right, say a prayer and let"s do this.
Damali raked her locks and dropped the private connection to Marlene and waited for her to seal the room against Yonnie and Tara"s ears. She placed both hands on the table and closed her eyes to keep from screaming.
"Listen," Damali said as she let her breath out hard. "I"ve explained how these things seem to roll, how fast they move, and what liquefies them-so stay sharp. From what I sensed, they"re on the move."
"If they"re tortured demon remains and still have enough negative energy to have them in feeding zones," Marlene said as she lifted the sweat-damped hair off her neck, "then they"re probably coming back to where they were killed or had a grudge." She looked at Damali and a silent understanding pa.s.sed between them. "We know demons, like ghosts, are location-locked. Raven had vampire in her, so she could trail you and me wherever. But your foster father wasn"t a vamp, so if he moved past the location where he was killed as one of the undead to find you here, then it stands to reason that he had to be following negative grudge energy."
"Good enough theory to work with for now, Mar. That b.a.s.t.a.r.d was definitely a demon while alive," Damali said, her line of vision going toward J.L. and Krissy. "Let"s go with that hunch and see if we can get something to confirm it. Fire up a computer, get on the Net, and see if you can pick up any weird news services, crazy sighting reports, anything that sounds like what I just saw. I wanna know when the sightings began, regions, anything. Check the spook nets and paranormal watchdog sites in cybers.p.a.ce."
Krissy and J.L. almost b.u.mped into each other as they both snagged laptops and sat next to each other, their eyes intermittently glancing at their screens and Damali.
"I know you"re the bomb, but how"d you pick all that up? The thing about the grudge," Dan asked, his gaze flitting to Marlene for confirmation, but paying way too much attention to J.L. and Krissy.
"Because, like I said, it was her foster father and he didn"t die on this land," Marlene muttered.
"Yeah," Damali agreed, her voice tight. "The one who tried to molest me when I was living with Inez. He got smoked by some people who knew some people, and he probably came back from the realms where I suppose his b.e.s.t.i.a.l a.s.s should have gone.
Amanthra revenge level and were-demon realms-Levels Four and Five. The signature scents were all over him."
For a moment, no one spoke. She"d never openly admitted the private violation to anyone but Inez. Now, like all the other humiliations in her life, this, too, was out on the table for family inspection. Jose"s eyes met hers and held such empathy that she had to glance away. When Marjorie covered her mouth, Damali began to pace. "All right. So, that means demon food, the d.a.m.ned, is getting spit back up topside."
"Lilith"s open portals," Marlene said quietly, seeming deep in thought. "When you injured her, maybe she didn"t have enough energy to seal them behind her?"
"Or maybe none of the ent.i.ties on any level had enough b.a.l.l.s, or juice, to go behind a Level-Seven sister?" Shabazz folded his arms over his chest. "The thing that"s f.u.c.king me up is, n.o.body on the team felt it-even though we"d run the portals checks by the numbers after the Philly job... which means we"re slipping."
"The bigger question is," Rider said, clearing his sinuses, "why-arc we slipping? How"d the h.e.l.l we miss that?"
"Yeah, unfortunately, the person I could ask for sure about the portals or our senses being off is out cold," Damali said flatly.
"Lilith was on the run, like the Chairman. I doubt either one of them went home to face Poppa on Level Seven and tell him they"d been bad children. If that"s who opened the portals, then that would be the only ent.i.ty that had enough juice to close them off...
but I"m with Rider. How come we didn"t feel it? Even Tara and Yonnie didn"t pick that up."
Damali walked back and forth between the table and the wall, as though trapped. "We need to know what this fleeing food can do, besides kill innocent people. Do they turn people? If so, what do they become, where do they come up from, what"s the gestation if a human gets injured by one, but lives? I want to know everything about this madness. Get Father Pat on the phone, and ask him to do whatever he can to secure the convo from the Vatican, if that"s where he is. Something tells me we need a double layer of protection on this discussion."