She determined not to waste time and energy arguing anymore.
They took me yesterdaythey meant me to be a sacrifice. But youand theyunderestimated my abilities. I would have gotten out. The thing is, I believe Regina was meant to die last night before they caught me snooping around. That means shes probably still alive. But for how long? We have to find her.
Well search the old studio thoroughly, Alessande, Brodie promised her. If shes there, well find her.
I doubt shes being held there any longer, Alessande said.
Then well find the clues that will lead us to where she is being held. Not to mention that we arrested several people at the mausoleum, Brodie said.
You already interrogated them for hours, Alessande said. I know, because you kept me sitting there the whole time. Luckily I had some of your human colleagues to...talk to. Lets see, the tall dude from Texas, along with his sister and girlfriend, claim to have met a man in a coffee shop who told them about a really cool role-playing ghost tour. Yeah, they were a lot of help. Then there was the junkie who didnt even know hed been there. And last, the college student who had come to take photographs for the college paper to use for an article on old Hollywood. They were a lot of help.
Someone has to know something, Mark said.
You arrested five human beings. I doubt a human being is running things, Alessande told him.
True enough. But right now were looking for Regina, Mark replied. And were in a better position to do that than anyone else, even you, Alessande. Youre not a one-woman army. We can help, so let us.
All of us can help, Rhiannon told her.
Help? The way you talk, only the police and Keepers are any use. Those of us who arent part of those groups need to be good little Others and stay out of the way.
Alessande, be reasonable. We need to act fast if were going to break this case, Sailor said. We need to bring all of the councils up to speed, make everyone in our community aware of whats going on, since it seems as if at least one rogue Other is involved.
We know that Others are involved, Alessande thought. She opened her mouth to say so, but Mark beat her to it.
Sailor, Barrie, I believe that shapeshifters are involved and
Barrie interrupted him with a weary groan.
And, Mark repeated, perhaps vampires. I didnt see any Elven other than Alessandethough the Others in the congregation managed to disappear pretty quickly, and God knows a seasoned Elven can teleport in the blink of an eye. But I think its possible that theres a conspiracy among those Others who resent the fact that the international council of Keepers is now working on establishing a universal legal code.
Well have to get in contact with the rest of the L.A.area Keepers about this, Rhiannon said. And well have to call our own councils to discuss the matter. Someone out there somewhere knows something. We just have to find out who.
And anyone whos not equipped or trained to deal with criminal activity needs to stay out of it, Mark said, turning to look at Alessande.
She fought hard to control her temper.
Maybe it didnt help that he was so tall. As an Elven, she stood eye to eye with most men, but not him. Valiente was six foot four or so. He probably made a good cop. He was muscular and imposing, with ink-dark hair and the yellow-gold eyes that were frequently found among his kind, plus many striking features.
The better to terrify jaywalkers, she couldnt help but think.
Shall we? he offered.
She walked to the door and paused before turning back. Brodie, if you and Mark are both going to the old studio, whos going to continue interrogating the humans you brought to the station?
Brodie already questioned them while you and I were speaking with the lieutenant, Mark told her. Besides, youre the one who just said that they were basically worthless as sources of information.
I know I did, but...didnt you learn anything? I couldnt hear everything that they were saying to Brodie, she said.
Strange, it sounded like you did, Mark said casually.
Most of them thought it was a show, something to amuse the tourists, Brodie explained. The junkie said he thought hed joined up with a religious group performing a ritual. Only thing he heard that impressed me was that he thinks they believed they could bring Sebastian Hildegard back to lifethat hes a new messiah.
And he thought nothing of an ostensibly unconscious woman lying on top of a sarcophagus? Alessande asked.
He thought you were part of the group, that you were just there to greet Sebastian when he came back to life, Brodie told her. He thought the knives were merely symbolic.
But
We cant prove that he or any of them knew you were kidnapped. They all seemed to believe that you were a volunteer, part of the ritual, the show, the tourwhatever they had stumbled into, Brodie said quietly.
Mark sighed. We dont even have enough evidence to hold them for more than twenty-four hours. One guy threatened to sue the department for breaching his civil rights. Says even if he stumbled into something he knew nothing about, everyone is entitled to religious freedom. At least we interrupted the really bad guys tonight. Being Others, they were a lot more powerful and dangerous than the people weve got in custody. The sect, or whatever it is, is going to be regrouping.
They were getting nowhere, Alessande realized, and continued on toward the door. She turned once more, looking back at the Gryffald cousins. Thank you, she told them.
With all the dignity she could muster, she stood by the door and waited for Mark. All she had to do now was keep a civil tongue until the vampire cop got her home so she could sleep for a while and forget the traumaand the failureof that night.
She had to admit, she was exhausted.
Mark Valiente joined her at the door, led her out and pointed to the vintage Mustang in the driveway. She already knew it was his car, although she had made the drive from the police station to the House of the Rising Sun with Brodie.
Pretty nice car for a cop, she said, then wanted to bite her tongue. Be civil, she chastised herself.
He shrugged. It moves when it needs to, he assured her, then grinned. Its actually my work carcame out of a police auction.
The car didnt have much of a backseat, but the front seats were comfortable and afforded a lot of space for long legs. Alessande slid in quickly, before he could hold much less open the door for her, though she didnt know if he would have tried to or not.
They were both silent as he headed down the driveway, waited as the gate opened and eased out onto the road. It was dusk. The air was growing cooler, and the sun was falling in the western sky. The sunset was beautiful, shades of purple and orange slowly disappearing in the encroaching darkness. She couldnt believe how late it had gotten, but theyd been at the police station for what had seemed like forever after the raid at the tomb, and then theyd been at the House of the Rising Sun for a while, too.
Alessande turned, looking at him, and said at last, What about the bad guys? Do you think theyll kill Regina out of anger over what happenedwhether to get even with us or as a warning?
I dont think that Regina is in any more danger than she has been. Shes Elven, young and very beautiful. I imagine they want her for something important, Mark responded. He glanced her way. As an ancient, you should be able to tell me. Do you know anything firsthand about Sebastian Hildegard?
There it wasthat damned age reference again. I was in Scotland at the time, she said haughtily. What about you, vampire? How the hell old are you? Werent you around at the time?
He smiled grimly. I was living in New York City back then. And, he said, assessing her, what are you really? About eighty?
One hundred six.
I was born soon after the American Civil War. I suppose I do have you by a few years. My family didnt come out to California until the 1970s. We moved around a lot before that. You know, you cant stay anywhere long when you dont age.
Alessande started to open her mouth as they were driving along the steep winding trail of Mulholland Drive, but something slammed down on the roof of the caras if hit by the Hand of God. The Mustang veered wildly toward the edge of the cliff, teetering dangerously toward the chasm that plunged hundreds of feet to the groundand certain death.
Chapter 2
Mark prided himself on being alert and wary of danger at all times, but the thunderous attack on the Mustang had taken him completely by surprise.
He gripped the wheel in a death lock and swung the car around, barely saving them from a fatal fall into the canyon below. As he jerked the car to a halt, he knew that something evil was out there with them on the road where the houses were few, far between and built into the cliff at all angles.
He looked over at Alessande; to her credit, she hadnt screamed, didnt seem to be in a panic and was staring at him as if ready to follow his lead.
Go, he told her softly. Teleport, but not home. Go back to the House of the Rising Sun.
I can help
Please...go. I think theyre after you.
She didnt need to ask him why he had told her to return to the Gryffald estate. They both knew that teleporting took a vast amount of energy, and that she would be in a weakened state once she reached her goal, so the best place to be was among friends with supernatural strengths of their own.
He got a good look at her in the split second when she nodded before teleporting.
She really was stunning. Of course the Elven came that way. But her face was as perfect as a fairy-tale princess, her eyes as deep and mercurial and enchanting as the sea, and the spun white-gold of her hair framed her classic features.
Then she was gone.
And when he looked up, a giant eagle was ripping the roof off his car.
She really was stunning. Of course the Elven came that way. But her face was as perfect as a fairy-tale princess, her eyes as deep and mercurial and enchanting as the sea, and the spun white-gold of her hair framed her classic features.
Then she was gone.
And when he looked up, a giant eagle was ripping the roof off his car.
Shapeshifter!
At least Alessande had listened to him; she was gone, and she would be safe.
As the top of his car went flying over the canyon, Mark leaped out. He was excellent at transformation himself; in an instant he was airborne in the guise of a vampire bat. After a few seconds of intense concentration, he had increased his own size to that of the eagle. Flying ever upward, he avoided the sharp talons of his foe. Soaring above the gargantuan bird, he dive-bombed and caught the thing at the back of the neck, careful to hold it without inflicting a crucial bite.