"Will it get me a tow truck?"
"You want me to ask the computerized voice? "Cause all she"s giving me so far is one for yes or two for no."
Rolling her eyes, Max said, "One for yes" Then she dug a credit card from her purse and read off the numbers while Storm punched them in.
Finally they got to a real live human being, only to be told it would be an hour before a tow truck could get to them.
Stormy disconnected and pocketed the phone. "An hour. h.e.l.l, Max, maybe you should lock yourself in the car."
"For what?"
"Look around, Max."
Max did. They were on a deserted stretch of highway-well, off it, to be more precise. Another car hadn"t pa.s.sed since the tire had blown and they"d gone skidding across the pavement and into the ditch.
The road stretched like a black ribbon, unwinding over hills, around curves and vanishing into the trees in the distance. They"d come to rest off the shoulder, nose partway into a ditch where water trickled in a thin stream along the bottom. It could have been worse. A gra.s.sy bank rose up for twenty yards on either side, ending at a tree line of pines. It was as if they were in a tunnel with a pavement floor and a blue-sky ceiling.
She looked at Stormy again, then let her mouth fall open in surprise. "You think I"m afraid to be alone with you?" "Aren"t you?"
"No!"
"You should be. Jesus, Max, what if she comes back?"
"She...oh, h.e.l.l, Storm. You"re in control now, if what Martha did worked." "What if it didn"t?"
It killed her to see her friend so worried about what she might do. "I told you, I"ll make friends."
"Don"t joke, Max. This isn"t funny."
"All right, all right. Look, if your eyes so much as start to change color, I"ll get into the car and lock you out, okay?"
"Promise?"
"Promise, " Max said. "Otherwise I might be forced to kick your scrawny a.s.s, and I don"t want to do that."
Stormy picked up on the teasing in her eyes, and sent it right back. "You couldn"t if you tried."
"Oh, please. I"d wipe you all over the pavement." Max playfully shoved Stormy"s shoulder.
"Yeah, you would, if you had a dozen friends for backup" Stormy shoved back. They got into a pushing match, started laughing, and wound up tripping back and falling into the ditch, arms around each other.
When they got untangled, they sat there in the damp gra.s.s, catching their breath as their laughter slowly died.
"You"d never hurt me, Stormy. Not really. Come on, deep down, you know that."
Stormy sighed, and Max thought she didn"t agree. How awful it must be to doubt yourself that way.
"I wish we could get back, " Stormy said, looking at her watch as she got to her feet and brushed the twigs and dirt from her jeans.
"Me too. I was tough on Lou, I think. Made him feel bad."
"He deserves to feel bad after that episode. For crying out loud, how could he go that far with you and still not acknowledge his feelings?"
"He did acknowledge his feelings. They just turned out not to be the feelings I was hoping for."
"Bulls.h.i.t."
Max sighed. "I was kind of mean to him. He didn"t deserve that."
"He deserves my size eight in his b.u.t.t."
"Well, yeah. Maybe a little." Max sighed. "How long has it been since we called?"
"Twenty minutes. You really that eager to get back to him, Max?"
She nodded. "I"ve gotta make things right with him. If I let last night ruin our friendship, then I"m just proving he was right all along."
"That"s probably why you"re having all these feelings of dread, " Stormy reasoned. "Guilt. Just a big pileof guilt."
"I hope so, " Max whispered. She looked at the position of the sun in the sky. "I just want to get back to Lou and find out for sure."
As it turned out, though, she wasn"t getting back to Lou anytime soon. The tow truck took closer to an hour and a half, and then all it did was haul them to the nearest garage, close to forty miles in the opposite direction, where they waited two more hours for their tire to be changed. During that time, Max tried three times to call Lou, both on his cell and in the motel room, but there was no answer at either number.
She tried Jay, too, and got no better results.
Finally, just as she was waiting for the mechanic to run her credit card, she tried the motel office.
Garyanswered.
"Hey, Gary . This is Max Stuart. Room three."
"I know who you are, " he said. His tone was dull, lifeless-but then, so was he, most of the time.
"I was wondering, have you seen Lou Malone or Jason Beck? I"ve been trying to get them on the phone, but they don"t answer."
"No. Haven"t seen them."
"Um, is Jason"s car in the lot? It"s a Jeep Wrangler. Light brown. Kind of caramel co-"
"Yep, it"s out there."
"Well, where could they be?" By now Stormy had come over and was staring at her, looking worried.
She covered the receiver. "Jay"s Jeep is there, but the guys aren"t answering the phone."
"How would I know?" Gary answered.
Max thinned her lips. "Could you go check the rooms, see if they"re in there?"
The kid sighed so heavily she was surprised she didn"t feel the breeze hitting her ear, but he said, "Just a minute, then, " and set the phone down. She heard heavy footfalls, heard the door bang, wondered if he were really checking on the guys or just making sound effects for her benefit.
Minutes ticked by. Eventually she heard the door again, the footsteps again. Then, "They aren"t in their rooms, but that G.o.dd.a.m.n kid is back here. I can"t have him lurking around outside the rooms. It"s bad for business."
"Yeah, almost as bad as night stalkers who try to kidnap your guests, I"ll bet."
"Huh?"
"Just leave him alone. I"ll be there in an hour. Let the kid wait, okay?"
"Whatever." He hung up the phone, and Max felt like bashing him in the head with it. The mechanic was back with her card and a receipt. "Sign here, " he said.
She scribbled her name as fast as she could, tore off her copy and headed for her car. Stormy was on her heels. "You really think something"s wrong, don"t you, Max?"
Max nodded. "I know something"s wrong. And G.o.ddammit, it"s getting dark."
Lou lost his grip on consciousness at some point while being dragged into the house. He regained it some time later, all at once coming wide-awake with a surge of adrenaline between the s.p.a.ce of one heartbeat and the next. He found himself in a locked room in what had to be a bas.e.m.e.nt. No windows, just concrete floor and walls. He looked at his watch, shocked when he realized that the entire day had pa.s.sed. No way had he been out that long due to the beating those thugs had delivered. He suspected a more supernatural cause. The room had only one door-a steel door without a pane of gla.s.s in it. It opened outward, so the hinges were completely out of reach on the other side. The doork.n.o.b wouldn"t budge, but he messed with it enough to know where the lock was engaged just below the k.n.o.b. No dead bolt, or at least he thought not.
He pulled up a pant leg and took out the small, snub-nosed .38 he had hidden there in a pancake-style calf holster. It was the same gun he"d been insisting Stormy keep with her when she had to be alone-although since her attack on Max, he"d decided it might be better to keep firearms out of her reach. They"d never spotted it. h.e.l.l, they must think they were dealing with someone who"d never tangled with criminals before. Much less vamps. He knew better than to show up under-armed.
He took off his shirt, wadded it up as tightly as he could, buried the gun barrel in the fabric and rested it against the door. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger.
Even m.u.f.fled, the shot was deafening.
And yet it did its job. The door swung slowly open, its lock blown to bits. Lou shook the shirt open and put it on, despite that the bullet had ripped through several folds, creating a holey pattern. He kept the gun in one hand, not sure if it would be better to conceal it in case he was caught. Then he decided if he were caught, he would d.a.m.n well shoot his way out of here. He had to get to Max before she came charging to the rescue. The thought of her walking into the trap of a G.o.dd.a.m.n rogue vamp as powerful as this one was too frightening to contemplate.
He crept out of his cell, pulling the door closed behind him, so it would take a few extra moments for anyone to realize he had escaped. Then he crept through a bas.e.m.e.nt that was like a labyrinth, with corridors that twisted, turned and branched off. He pa.s.sed several rooms with closed doors. He thought the place was deliberately designed to confuse. Freaking Magellan could get lost down here, he thought.
He wandered for a very long time, eventually finding a staircase that led upward and following it. At the top was an ordinary-looking door, and when he tried the k.n.o.b, he found it unlocked.
Listening intently for any sounds, he opened the door, back to the wall, peering around it, gun first, before he crept through and into pure opulence. The house was lush-he couldn"t think of another word for it. He stepped onto deep carpet. The walls were covered in velveteen paper, the windows draped in multiple layers of jewel-toned fabrics over black, which blocked the gla.s.s. "The windowpanes are tinted, " a man"s voice said. "But one can never be too careful."
Lou whirled to see the vamp standing in the middle of the room. Behind him, the two teenage girls stood docile and frightened, their hands bound behind them. "It"s okay, " Lou told them. "I"m here to get you out." He nodded to the vampire. "It"s time to let these girls go, don"t you think?"
"And you are going to use that weapon to force me? I think you know that gun will do me no harm."
"I think you know we"ve covered all this."
He lifted his dark eyebrows. "I"m impressed by your courage, Malone. Tell me, how is it you"ve come to know as much as you do about the Undead?"
"I get around."
"And just how much do you know about my kind?"
"Enough to know you"re not the animals some make you out to be. At least, not all of you. As for you personally, I think you"re the sc.u.m of the earth."
The vampire smiled slowly. "And why is that, when you barely know me?"
"What did you want with those two girls? They"re children, for crying out loud." As he asked the question, he tried to gauge the girls" well-being without shifting his gaze from the vampire for more than a second at a time. They were clean, groomed. Dressed, apparently, in their own clothes. He didn"t see any outward signs of injury-only fear.
"What do you think I wanted with them? Hmm? Use your imagination, Malone." He smiled slowly as he watched Lou"s face, had to know exactly what Lou was thinking, and seemed to enjoy letting him think it before he went on. "Fortunately for them, my...tastes do not run to children. Or I"d have drained them and left their bodies like dry sh.e.l.ls on the sh.o.r.e."
Lou blinked. "Now you"re lying."
"Am I?"
Lou nodded. "You"ve kidnapped a lot of women, but they always turn up again. Alive and unharmed."
He shrugged. "I don"t have to kill in order to feed, Malone. Do not mistake that for an inability to do so.
I kill when I want to. When I need to. I have no remorse for it when I do. Just as I will have no remorse if I have to kill you."
"Just what the h.e.l.l do you want from me?" Lou demanded.
"From you? Nothing. It"s the women I want."
"Find another font to a.s.suage your sick appet.i.te, pal. You"re not getting close enough to smell them."
He nodded slowly. "I do not wish to feed from them. The fiery-haired one-she is the one who is the real expert on my kind, yes?" "I know as much as she does."
"Gallant, the way you try to protect her." He smiled slowly. "You love her." Then his brows rose. "Oh, you deny it, do you? Even to yourself? It baffles me how you mortals waste what precious little time you have on such trivial matters as self-deception and fear."
"Let the girls go. You don"t need them anymore, you have me."
"Yes, but I want the women. Both of them."
Lou felt a fissure of anger open up in his soul. It felt as if hot lava were bubbling out of it. "What do you want with them?"
"Oooh, you can imagine so many things, I see it in your eyes." He smiled again. "There"s something puzzling about the one you call Storm. Something about her that I must understand for my own peace of mind. She...intrigues me." He sighed. "I grew so impatient waiting for Jason to bring her to me that I broke my own rules, I risked discovery, to go after her myself. You should have just let me take her, you know. It would have been easier on us all."
"And what do you want with Max?"
He shrugged. "From your woman, I want only information. For the most part. And, well, maybe just a taste. Just a sip. It"s not as if you can stop me."
Lou fired the gun dead-on at the vamp"s heart. But the man moved so fast it seemed he vanished, then appeared again behind Lou.
Lou spun, hit him with all his might, using the gun to send him sailing across the room. He hit hard, and the vamp grunted in pain. Then Lou lunged at the girls, yanking the ropes free that bound their hands.
"There"s a boat hidden, " he whispered. "Walk counterclockwise around the island about fifty yards. It"s near the sh.o.r.e, in the bushes. Get the h.e.l.l out of here. And if you see my friends, warn them that they"re walking into a trap. Go!"
The girls didn"t hesitate, they ran. The vampire lunged again, and Lou turned to take him on, knowing he had very little hope of defeating one of the Undead. Especially one as powerful as this one.
But he held out, fighting with everything in him to give the girls time to escape. Praying there were no longer any thugs outside to grab them again.
He ducked a blow, then delivered one. Then he took one full on to the center of his chest, and it hit him so hard he thought it stopped his heart, even as he slammed backward into the wall, cracking the plaster.