Ninas eyes were full of a delicious delight at my rebellion as we headed for the crackling radios. The older dead vampires got, the more human they became, and seeing such an old presence in a young body unnerved me more than seeing a masculine presence in a feminine one.
Ninas eyes were full of a delicious delight at my rebellion as we headed for the crackling radios. The older dead vampires got, the more human they became, and seeing such an old presence in a young body unnerved me more than seeing a masculine presence in a feminine one.
I kind of like Nina, you know, I said, not knowing why but feeling I had to stick up for the woman being used so callously. Id lived long enough with Ivy to know that those who attracted the undeads attention were abused and warped, and Nina had no clue to the depth of misery she was in for.
Nina sniffed, shifting her shoulders to look at the sky through the branches. Shes a sweet girl, but poor.
Ire pricked through me, and the last of his charisma shredded. Being poor is not an indication of potential or worth. Its a lack of resources.
Nina turned, her dark eyebrows high in surprise. The delicious tang of experienced, confident living vampire was growing more complex and stronger the longer the undead vamp was in her, and I felt my expression freeze as I remembered Kisten. A fairy tale of a wish slipped through me that this might be Kisten, undead and reaching out to me, but no. Id seen him dead twice. Nothing remained of him but memories and a box of ash under Ivys bed. Besides, this guy was really old.
Youve loved one of us before, Nina breathed, as if the undead vampire in her shared my pain.
Blinking, I pulled myself out of my brief misery, finding that Id put a hand on my neck to hide the scar that could no longer be seen. I dont want to talk about it.
This way, Nina said, making me take a small detour around a patch of grass. I could see nothing different about it as we passed, and Nina sniffed. There are bones there, she said, her low voice having the hint of old emotion.
Curious, I looked back at the earth again. Must be icky knowing where everything is buried, I said, thinking she was better than a metal detector.
She was about eight, Nina said. Died of cholera in the 1800s. They missed her grave when they moved them because someone stole her marker.
We were nearing the gazebo, wreathed with people and noise, but I turned to look behind me again even as I continued forward. You can tell that from walking over a grave?
No. I helped bury her.
Oh. I shut my mouth, wondering if the missing marker was under this guys coffin. The undead did not love, but they remembered love with a savage loyalty. Uneasy with all the people, I looked to find Ivy, standing with two I.S. agents in suits, going over a stapled printout. The sparkle of light on her shoulder was probably Jenks, the pixy making a burst of bright dust to acknowledge me but not leaving the warmth of Ivys shoulder as they studied a clipboard.
Behind them stood the gazebo bandstand, brightly painted and open. It would have been pretty except for the bloody, contorted body hanging from the center of the ceiling like a rag doll, spread-eagled, with filthy cords holding the limbs out. I felt myself pale as I realized the body had hooves instead of feet, and the brown Id thought was a pair of sweats was actually a blood-soaked pelt of tightly curled fur. Blood had dripped from the corpse to puddle underneath, but there wasnt nearly enough there to drain a body, and by the gray skin visible above the waist, he was drained, the blood either somewhere else or leaked through the cracks to the earth below.
My pace slowing, I swallowed hard and wished I had an amulet to soothe my gut. At first glance, Id say that it looked like a misaligned curse had hit him and hed been strung up as a warningsort of a perverted public announcement against the dangers of black magic.
Then I saw the letters scrawled on the steps in blood. Stopping dead in my tracks, I felt Nina hesitate, evaluating me for signs of guilt as I took in the single word.
EVULGO, it said. It was the word that the demons used to publicly acknowledge and register a curse, and very few people would know it.
Someone was calling me out.
Chapter Three
My head hurt, my heart was pounding so hard. Had Nina brought me out here to shake a confession from me? Was the I.S. blaming me for this . . . this atrocity?
Scared, I backed up, but she was a vampire, and with walkie-talkie man in her, it would take eight feet to give me any measure of security. Nina watched me, her expression more one of sour disappointment than the excited thrill of making a tag. Looked like I had passed the lets surprise Rachel test.
You thought I did that? I said, shaking as I gestured at the body hanging spread-eagled from the roof of the bandstand. You thought I did that perverted . . . thing! My God, the body had been utterly deformed. Whoever had done this was either seriously disturbed or utterly lacking in compassion. Demonic? Perhaps, but I didnt think a demon had done it.
Ivy looked up from the clipboard, and Jenks rose high, a silver dust slipping from the pixy. Feeling braver, I faced Nina, outrage filling me as I tried to push out the horror. This was why Trent had been here. As the man who had successfully banished me to the ever-after, they probably figured hed know better than anyone if Id done it.
You brought me out here thinking I did this and that I was going to give something away! I shouted, my back to the hanging corpse. Everyone was watching now, and Jenks darted to me with a sparkle of dust. I leaned in, furious. What does your sniffer tell you? Did I do it? I said bitterly. Jenks hovered before the dead vampire, his garden sword drawn. The pixy was clearly cold but ready to defend me, his tiny, angular features bunched in anger.
No, not anymore. Ninas suddenly black eyes squinted as she looked past me to the hanging corpse. But if you so much as scratch me, pixy, I will prosecute. I take care of those I borrow.
Jenkss sword drooped, and when I backed up a sullen step, he put it away and flitted to my shoulder, his dragonfly-like wings clattering angrily. Borrow. Sure. I suppose there were legal ramifications to letting the body you were controlling die. If anyone could kill a living vampire, Jenks had the reflexes to do it. Though pixies were generally a peaceful, garden-loving people, they fought fiercely for those they gave their loyalty to, and Jenks and I went back a long way. He looked about eighteen in his black, double-layered, skintight cold-weather gear, the only softness to him a decorative red sash his deceased wife had made for him. The color would keep any pixies not yet in hibernation from slaughtering him for being on their turf.
Hi, Rache, Jenks said as the four-inch man landed on my shoulder, bringing the scent of dandelions and oiled steel to me. This vampire flunky giving you trouble?
Nina grimaced at the slur. Behind her, Ivy made her slow way to us, scuffing her boots on the sidewalk so thered be no misunderstanding of her intentions. She looked relaxed in her black jeans and leather coat, open to show her tucked-in T-shirt, but Id lived across the hall from her for over two years, and I could see her tension in the tightness of her eyes. Some of it was a lingering jealousy she couldnt help, because I was talking to another vampireone stronger and more influential than she wasbut most of it was concern as she prepared to stand up to a dead vampire. Her mothers Asian heritage made her slim, her fathers European background made her tall. Straight black hair hung almost down to her midback again. It was in a ponytail right now, swaying as she came closer. Confident, she nevertheless had a healthy respect for her undead kin, and I dropped back a couple of steps to make room for her.
Hi, Rachel, she said, letting a soft, sultry tone into her voice to help cement her high political standing in Ninas mind. Ivy was still alive, but she came from a very powerful family. Are they not letting you on the crime site again?
Feeling better with my friends around me, I uncrossed my arms. Nina was silent, and the surrounding I.S. officers were drifting into scoffing groups, probably making bets. I dont know yet, I said tightly. Walkie-talkie man here only gave us the job to find out if I did it.
Jenkss laughter sounded like angry wind chimes, and Ivy tilted her head as she took in Ninas off-the-rack dress suit, scuffed heels, and a warm but clearly last years style coat, knowing in an instant that she was channeling a dead vampire. Another stellar decision from the I.S. basement, Ivy said, smiling to let her slightly pointy canines show.
My anger slid three points to unease when Nina smiled back at Ivy with an obvious attraction, clearly liking her strong will and defiant attitude. Yeah, that was about right for the old ones. The more you defied them, the more you relieved their boredom and the more they tried to break you.
Jenks recognized Ninas sultry look as one of the slow hunt, and his wings clattered in warning. Ivy recognized it, too, and grimacing, she rolled her eyes and blandly offered her hand to Nina. Im Ivy Tamwood, she said without emotion as she tried to repair the damage and distance herself. But you already know that.
Nina became almost coy, formally taking her hand and kissing the top of it in an overdone show that looked really odd with the dead body strung up behind them. Jenks and I exchanged looks as the game of cat-and-mouse chess continued.
I worked with your mother before she retired from the I.S., Nina said, her voice as gray and silky as holy dust. You have her strength and your fathers humor. Piscary was a fool for mishandling you.
Ivy yanked her hand back. Piscary was my life. Now hes dead and I have a new one.
Ivy glanced at me, and I couldnt meet anyones eyes as Jenks harrumphed. My scar was tingling at the vamp pheromones the two of them were kicking out, and I was struggling not to hide my neck when a ping of sensation snaked its way down to my groin. Vampires . . .