The man before me looked worn, in the dry air his dead eyes starting to sink back. The moulage here was clean, too, or Ivy would have said something. I couldnt see emotion imprinted on the world, but vampires could. Most moulages faded with the sun, but murder left a stronger impression that could last weeks or even centuries if the crime was heinous enough and the spirit desperate to continue life. It was the source of ghostsmost times.
Where were the others found? Ivy asked, and Nina aggressively took the packet of papers from her, handing them back with a page of photos flipped open.
The first victims were at an abandoned school, Nina said as she looked down at the page, her jaw tense at Ivys subtle refusal to accept her authority. It had been built on property that had once been a cemetery. Like this, she said, her gaze lifting to the surrounding bare trees as if seeing it in another time. Its one of the ties between the crimes. The second victim, who we found first, was in the driveway of a museum.
Let me guess, Jenks said snidely. It was built on an old grave site.
Nina inclined her head, smiling with her teeth hidden. Cincinnati is riddled with abandoned churchyards. Bodies were moved a lot, and not always back into the ground.
Brow furrowed, I thought of our own graveyard, attached to the church. I didnt want a body showing up there, especially not one with hooves and horns.
I didnt even know this mans name, and I carefully stepped over a blood-soaked cord holding his, ah, hoof so I could see his back, forcing myself to look closer to try and make sense of this. A hint of a tail made my stomach clench. Id caught a glimpse of the school photo before Ivy turned away, and it made me even more uneasy. The pentagram surrounding the body here was the same theyd used at the school. It was fairly common in the higher charms, but drawing it in blood wasnt. Someone was playing at being a demon.
The victims at the school were decomposing badly when we found them, Nina said, distracting me, but they had clearly been restrained. The second victim had been kept sedated. We dont know about this man. The tests havent been run yet, but hes clearly been held against his will.
Jenks took off from my shoulder, his wings clattering in anger. Decomposed! he exclaimed, clearly disgusted. In this weather? Just how long had they been dead?
Nina ignored his anger. The three at the school had been dead somewhere between eight and ten days. We know they went missing on the fourth, but we arent sure how long they were dead before we found them Tuesday.
Tuesday? Like three days ago Tuesday?
Tink loves a duck! Jenks exclaimed. What have you been doing? Sitting on your thumb and spinning?
Jenks! I exclaimed, and the undead vampire let some of his anger show, Ninas eyes squinting. The anger wasnt directed at us, telling me he wasnt happy with how the investigation had been handled, either.
The best we can tell, they probably died between the eighth and the tenth, Nina said.
I really wanted off this bandstand, but I didnt want to look squeamish.
Magic killed them, not blood loss, she added, holding her breath when the wind blew and the mans blood-caked hair moved in the breeze. That came afterward. Apart from the girl at the school, they died from a transforming spell that wasnt done properly. We cant be sure until the necropsy, but if this man follows the pattern, his insides will be as deformed as his outsides. They died because their bodies couldnt function.
Jenks was a tight hum at my ear, and he was slipping a green dust. Hey, Rache, you mind if I check the sitch with the local pixies? They arent hibernating yet.
Nina stiffened. It was a slight movement that probably would have escaped my detection if I hadnt been looking for it. The dead vampire thought it was a waste of time, but not breaking our eye contact I nodded. Good idea, Jenks.
Back in a sec, he said, and in a flash, he was gone. I wished I could fly away, too.
Whose blood made the spells that did this? I asked, starting to get a bad feeling. Three teenagers killed, then a few days later, a second victim, then a few more days, and then Thomas.
What an interesting question. Nina backed up to lean against the railing. We didnt catch on that fastMs. Morgan.
Her stance said I knew too much. Maybe she was right. Maybe it just took a demon to catch a demon. Whose blood twisted the spells that killed them? I asked again, jaw clenching.
At the school, they died from their own. The second victim died from a spell kindled with blood from one of the teenagers. We dont know yet whose blood this man died from.
My shoulders slumped as I exhaled, and Ivy, who was looking from the bloody floor to one of the photos to compare the glyphs, met my eyes, reading my worry. Crap, they were leapfrogging. Taking the blood from the last victim to capture and experiment on the next. I put a hand to my middle and looked at the pentagram around me, wishing I had enough guts to take my charmed silver off and see where the nearest ley line was. Close, I bet. Graveyards were often built on them. If Jenks were here, I could ask him.
Our working theory is once the perpetrators harvest sufficient blood to play with, they simply use the blood of the previous victim to experiment on and torture the next, Nina said.
Play. That was a good word. It was what Id already figured out, but hearing it made me more nauseated yet. At least thered probably be no bodies older than the ones found at the school.
Experiment? Ivy looked up from her pages.
Nina drew herself up into a lecturing pose, and I wondered if the vampire inside her had been a professor. In each case, the blood has been modified. To what end, we dont yet know.
I didnt know, either, and I looked at the body so I wouldnt have to look at Nina. This mans death had been painful, his body spending several days twisted somewhere between a human and a goat as his captors played with his blood. But why? This was just nasty. Whoever had done this had dumped him to create a sensation and get noticed. A perverted warning against black magic . . . or a way to get my attention?
How about the circle? I said, my hands in my coat pockets. Whose blood made it?
Nina drifted closer to me, her posture having a relaxed tension as she passed the body with barely a flicker of acknowledgment. Were having difficulty finding that out. Our standard, magic-based tests are coming back inconclusive, and were having some trouble duplicating the FIBs barely legal tissue-typing techniques. We think its from the second victim as well. He died only a week ago. A businessman in town for a convention.
Let me guess, I said, doing the math in my head. Thomas went missing exactly five days after the businessman died.
Exactly . . . Nina whispered, her voice drawing through me to make me shiver and Ivy frown. Was she jealous? How did you know?
Knees wobbly, I sat down on the top step, my feet just shy of the word written in blood. The mans cloven feet were at my eye level, and I turned away, breathing shallowly. Because if you know how, and have the right equipment, you can keep witch blood active for that long. After five days, theyd need a new source of blood. I looked up, my gaze flicking to Wayde, at the foot of the stairs. Anyone file a claim for missing lab equipment? I asked Nina, and her eyes narrowed.
Ill find out.
Good idea, I said sarcastically. God, vampires were clueless sometimes, so secure in their superiority that they didnt ask the right questions.
So let me get this straight, Ivy said, the papers hanging from her hand as she stood beside and above me, her hip cocked and clearly not impressed. You found body number two before you found the earlier crime with the kids?
Nina flushed. The location of the first bodies was remote. Whoever did this was unhappy that we missed the first one and so left the next one in a more public space.
The better to tease you with, my dear, I thought as I held my breath and looked at the floor. A drop of coagulated blood dangled at the tip of the mans hoof, suspended forever. Why couldnt I have just taken the blue pill and gone home? Taking a deep breath, I stood, gripping the railing until I was sure I wouldnt fall over. Someone was torturing witches. Why? Ivy, what do you think?
She shrugged. Lots of IV marks. He reeks of antiseptic. They tried to keep him alive.
They were successful for about a week, Nina interrupted.
Seeing me again upright, Ivy slid herself up to sit on the railing and leaf through the packet of information. Her ankles were crossed, and she smiled at me as she saw me catch my mental balance. Shrugging, I turned back to the body hanging before us. Yes, it was ugly, but if I couldnt get past it, Id never find out who had done it so I could pound his or her head into the pavement.
The businessman, I said as I finished my circuit of the man and carefully stepped between the cords keeping his legs spread-eagled. I was at his face, and I dropped my eyes. His skull looked malformed, the brow heavy. Was he contorted like this?
Fairly close, but he still had his hands. Obviously theyre working toward a specific body type. There was no sign of a fight from him. Stress levels recorded in the body say he was kept alive for several days under a sleep charm after he was subjected to the malfunctioning spell. They probably woke him only to try a new charm or feed him. The change in SOP was either to extend his life after the failed spell or because their new facility was somewhere public and they couldnt risk someone hearing him. Were not sure.
Fairly close, but he still had his hands. Obviously theyre working toward a specific body type. There was no sign of a fight from him. Stress levels recorded in the body say he was kept alive for several days under a sleep charm after he was subjected to the malfunctioning spell. They probably woke him only to try a new charm or feed him. The change in SOP was either to extend his life after the failed spell or because their new facility was somewhere public and they couldnt risk someone hearing him. Were not sure.
Whoever did this was insane, but I was willing to bet it wasnt a demon. A demon curse would have worked, and this obviously hadnt.