Blood Stones: An Uncanny Kingdom Urban Fantasy (The Dark Lakes Series Book 2)

by M. V. Stott

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  ‘Ah…’ I said.

  ‘Ah,’ repeated Martins. ‘I told you, Lake. I can smell a liar.’

  ‘Look, no, this isn’t really anything.’

  ‘It’s you conversing with Chloe Palmer,’ he replied.

  ‘How did you even see this?’ I asked.

  ‘An informant,’ replied Maya.

  ‘An informant, who would be…?’ Doctor Neil of course. Oh, that pasty bastard.

  ‘Where is she, Lake?’ asked Martins.

  ‘This is nothing, it’s less than nothing, honest!’

  ‘You have at best a loose association with that word, don’t you?’ asked Martins.

  ‘No, I’m honest, I’m very honest. You could say honest is my middle name, but I wouldn’t because that would be dishonest and I hate dishonest people. Can’t stand them. Horrid lot.’

  ‘Mr Lake,’ said Maya, as I floundered, trying to keep my head above water, ‘we’re just trying to understand what this is and why you didn’t tell us about it.’

  ‘I understand,’ said Martins. ‘It’s because he didn’t want us to know, isn’t that right, Lake?’

  ‘Okay. Okay. Yes, I read those messages, but I knew they came from someone playing a sick joke.’

  ‘You knew?’ said Martins. ‘How would you know, exactly? Is there any reason it couldn’t be her?’

  ‘Yes!’

  Maya momentarily widened her eyes at me in a shut-it-you-moron sort of a way. She gets a lot of information across with the slightest facial tick, that one.

  ‘I mean, no. Obviously it could be her. It’s just, that’d be a really weird way to get in contact, wouldn’t it? That’s not a thing you do, so I assumed it was just kids pissing about.’

  ‘I see. But then, it appears, you came to believe it was her,’ said Maya.

  ‘I hoped. I knew it was dumb, but I hoped anyway because I wanted it to be her, because I’m worried about her. But it wasn’t. It isn’t. It’s just, like I said, kids or something.’

  Martins sat back, arms crossed, eyeing me evilly.

  ‘Even if it actually had been her, I mean, so what? Wouldn’t that have been a good thing? It would show she was still okay, right? Also, can I go now, please?’

  Martins stood and kicked his chair back dramatically. ‘I know you’re up to your neck in this, Lake, and I’m going to be the one to finger you.’

  ‘Please,’ I replied, ‘I’m not really into that sort of thing. Not that I’m judging.’

  Martins lunged forward, fist clenched. Lucky for me, Maya stood and placed a placating arm between us.

  ‘Okay, Martins, that’s enough.’

  Martins looked at her, then turned and stormed out.

  ‘Well, he is just an aneurysm waiting to happen.’

  ‘Why didn’t you tell me about the messages?’ asked Maya. ‘Or at least delete them?’

  ‘Because, they were nothing. Well, probably nothing. You do remember what happened, right?’

  ‘Yes, and I’m the one trying to protect you from any of the fallout, and this sort of thing does not make it any easier. An officer like Martins gets tunnel vision, and now, thanks to your stupidity, all he sees at the end of that tunnel is you.’

  Maya dropped me off home and I retrieved the now cold pizza from the Uncanny Wagon.

  ‘I was starting to worry about you,’ said Annie, as I entered with a cheery hello.

  ‘I come baring very cold gifts.’

  We sat on the couch, eating delicious cold pizza, drinking beer, and letting some bad sci-fi movie burble along in the background as we talked.

  ‘Anything happen while I was gone?’ I asked.

  ‘Nope,’ replied Annie, muffled, around a mouthful of pizza. ‘You said this place had protection on it. What d’you mean by that?’

  ‘Magic. It has magic stuff on it, to keep me safe from… things.’

  ‘I’m sorry, what? Are you saying you’re a magician?’

  ‘No, of course not.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘I’m a witch.’

  ‘Oh again.’

  ‘Though I tend to prefer the term warlock. Is that sexist of me? It feels sexist.’

  ‘A little bit.’

  ‘Little bit?’

  Annie shrugged. ‘Though warlock does sound more bad-arse. I’d probably try and use that too.’

  She smiled and I found myself laughing and relaxing. It might have been the first time I’d felt in any way comfortable since Chloe died. It felt.. a bit weird.

  A bit wrong.

  ‘So, you believe me, then?’ I asked. ‘You just take my word for it that I’m a warlock?’

  ‘Joe, I’ve been climbing into a well to talk to creatures from Hell since I was seven years old. I think I can cope with the idea that warlocks exist.’

  Well yes, that made sense.

  ‘I’m going to be honest here, it wasn’t until about a week ago that I even knew warlocks existed. My past is a bit, well, completely empty. But now there’s magic, and monsters, and talking, axe-wielding foxes, and now, demons. It’s been quite the few days, let me tell you.’

  ‘Axe-wielding foxes?’

  ‘Oh yes.’

  Annie smiled. ‘That sounds sort of cute. And awesome.’

  I went over to the fridge and grabbed a fresh couple of bottles. ‘Another beer?’

  Annie nodded and made grabby hands.

  ‘You know, I actually feel relaxed,’ she said. ‘I’ve been walking around like I have a target on my back for weeks, because, well, I do. It’s so good to finally have someone on my side, someone helping me.’

  Ah. Yes. I had yet to actually go into the details of my conversation with Eva. About how, apparently, Annie was pretty much screwed in the bottom.

  ‘It’s not just me I’m scared about,’ said Annie.

  ‘What is it?’

  ‘I mean, if it was just me, I’d be scared, of course. Terrified. But...I’m a mum.’

  Ah. And oh. And shit.

  ‘A little girl. She’s three.’

  I thought back to the insight I’d had into the mother’s fierce, all consuming love for her child back at the earlier crime scene. It was the most powerful love I’d ever felt. Maybe the sort of love I’d never be able to experience myself.

  ‘What’s her name?’

  ‘Millie. She’s great. Well, I would say that, but it’s also true. The best thing that’s ever happened to me. The only good thing I ever got out of her dad before he decided to leave. And now…’ her voice faltered, a catch in the throat.

  ‘Where is she?’

  ‘She’s staying with my best friend. I had to make up some bullshit for why. I just… I couldn’t risk her being near me. Getting caught in the crossfire. Joe, I’m going to die and Millie is going to be left without her mum.’

  There were tears rolling down her face now, so I said something stupid to cheer her up.

  ‘That’s not gonna happen. I’ll protect you, and I’ll get those demons off your back.’

  ‘You promise me?’

  Don’t do it, Joe.

  ‘I promise. Absolutely.’

  Well, crap.

  I knew of course that I’d just made a promise I had no idea if I could keep. In fact, I was pretty sure I couldn’t, but what else was I supposed to say? I thought about her little girl, finding out her mum was dead, that she was never going to see her again, and there was nothing I could do but make dumb promises that I probably couldn’t keep.

  ‘What’s with the face?’ asked Annie.

  ‘Hm?’ I replied.

  ‘You looked sad.’

  ‘Me? No. Always happy, me. Not smart enough to be miserable. You need depth to be sad,’ I smiled and winked.

  ‘I’ve caught you looking like that a few times, Joe. I’ve shared my sad story, why don’t you tell me what’s going on with you?’

  ‘It’s nothing.’

  ‘Ah, a woman.’

  ‘Wow. You are very perceptive.’


  ‘I know, that’s another one of the things I sold my soul for.’

  ‘Is that true?’

  She laughed. ‘Maybe. So, someone broke your heart? Been there, done that.’

  ‘Probably not like this, you haven’t.’

  ‘Try me.’

  ‘Okay,’ I said, taking a deep breath. ‘Well, it turned out the girl I’d been in love with, who was into me too, planned to eat my warlock soul so she and her army of octopus-limbed, soul-sucking vampires could march across this country and bring it to its knees.’

  Annie nodded thoughtfully as she sipped her beer and took in my story. ‘Yep, definitely been there.’

  I laughed and leaned back. ‘Life is strange, isn’t it?’

  ‘Amen to that.’

  We tapped our bottles together, drank another three, then fell asleep where we sat.

  16

  I returned, bright and breezy, to the hospital the following morning for another shift. I’d be lying if I said that switching out dud lightbulbs was topmost of my mind that day. No, I had a much more pressing matter to deal with.

  ‘Ah, Doctor Neil, there you are.’

  He turned from the sink in the second floor men’s toilets and glared at me, as though attempting to force lasers to shoot from his eyes and burn twin holes through my head.

  No doubt he would pretend he hadn’t dropped me in it with the police, but he knew that I knew that he knew, and it was only a matter of time, of expert linguistic chokeholds, before he admitted the whole dirty—

  ‘Yes, I told the police on you and had you dragged down to the station. That was me. All me. And I’ll do it again next chance I get.’

  Ha! He’d stumbled right into my clever trap.

  Shut up.

  ‘Nice try, Doc, but I had nothing to do with Chloe going missing, and those messages came from nasty kids who haven’t developed empathy yet. Or maybe it was you all along...’

  ‘Pardon me?’

  ‘Have you been leaving messages on my site?’

  ‘Why would I do that?’

  ‘To keep the police from looking too hard at you? Where were you the day Chloe Palmer went missing, eh? Answer me!’

  Dr Neil stared at me, jaw silently moving up and down. I’d say the blood had drained from his face, but I’m not sure, given the nature of his sickly albino skin.

  ‘I had nothing to do with it!’ he roared.

  ‘With “it”? What “it”, Dr Neil? Is it an “it” we’re dealing with now?’

  ‘I, well…’

  ‘Sounds like you know an awful lot if you know we’re dealing with an “it”. Maybe I should go and have a quiet word with detectives Myers and Martins, ask if they’ve given you a proper look yet.’

  ‘You know what happened to Chloe. Sooner or later, the police will find out. I only hope I’m there to see it.’

  ‘Dr Neil, please let this sink in, once and for all: I had nothing to do with Chloe’s disappearance, and if you keep trying to make trouble for me… well... that will not be nice. So stop it.’

  Dr Neil grimaced and stormed out of the room, leaving me alone, but for the company of the piss-scented floor. Christ, he had a bee in his bonnet about this. It was annoying. Especially annoying as he was, basically, correct. Tunnel vision malice on his part rather than any deductive prowess, but correct all the same. I refused to credit him with a high-functioning brain, or even just a brain, really.

  I sighed and leaned against the sink, looking up into the mirror and expecting to see only my tired-looking face staring back.

  Instead I saw Chloe.

  ‘Oh holy buggering mother of poop,’ I said as I staggered away from the unexpected appearance.

  ‘Joe, help me. Please.’

  ‘Chloe?’

  I took a tentative step forward as she reached toward me, imploring me. Any moment she’d disappear again, surely. Just another brain-addled flash.

  I looked away and shook my head. This wasn’t happening. Chloe was dead.

  But this time she didn’t go away.

  ‘Joe, please, I don’t know where I am!’

  ‘Chloe? Oh my god, it is you! It’s really bloody you, isn’t it!’

  ‘Please!’

  I almost ran at the mirror, which would’ve been rather embarrassing as I would no doubt have cracked my face on it something fierce.

  ‘Chloe, can you hear me?’ I pleaded.

  The apparition nodded, a tear rolling down her cheek. ‘Joe! Please, I keep trying to reach you, but I’m weak. I think I’m nearly all gone.’

  I wanted to help, of course I did, but there was the lingering matter of how things had gone down before. With her squid-man army and that.

  ‘The things you were going to do, the things you’d already done. That’s not the person I knew. Thought I knew. Thought I loved.’

  ‘That wasn’t me. It was my dad.’

  ‘What are you saying?’

  ‘My dead dad from the Dark Lakes. Somehow, when I moved back here, some part of him infected me. Possessed me somehow. I don’t know, but I couldn’t resist it. I wasn’t strong enough.’

  ‘Is that true? Please, I need to know. I’ll help, but I need to know.’

  ‘It’s true, Joe. You know it is, don’t you? Deep down? You know me, Joe. You know me like no one else ever has. Is that really something I would have done? It makes me sick to even think about it.’

  I didn’t answer.

  Yes, deep down, I found it hard to believe that the Chloe Palmer I knew would wind up on the road she had, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t happened. Didn’t mean it was anyone other than herself calling the shots.

  But I wanted to believe it. And if monsters, and demons, and souls were real, who’s to say an evil spirit that could possess a person wasn’t also true?

  ‘Joe!’

  Chloe was starting to flicker like one of the dud bulbs I should have been seeing to.

  ‘Tell me where you are, Chloe, I’ll find you.’

  ‘I don’t know. I think I’m trapped between worlds somehow. And I think something is coming to get me. I can feel it.’

  ‘I’ll find you, I promise.’

  Chloe reached out one last time, and then the only person I saw in the mirror was me.

  As I drove to the coven, I knew I might be about to attempt something absurd. I knew I was taking a risk. I knew that just because Chloe said one thing, didn’t mean it was true. The strange, magical world I found myself living in could be a duplicitous so-and-so, but I had to try, didn’t I? Had to hope.

  One way or another, I was going to figure this thing out. My first port of all was the coven, where I expected to find Eva. I knew talking to her was most likely a waste of time—after all, she’d already made her position on Chloe’s apparent resurrection quite clear—but I was prepared to chisel away at her some more. Eva wasn’t home though, which lead me to Plan B.

  The library.

  Maybe there was something among all of those books that could help me. As I stepped into the room and cast my eyes across the jumble of anonymous, identical-looking tomes, my heart took a cliff dive. This was a fool’s errand, in more ways than one. How on earth was I going to find anything useful among all that knowledge when I had no idea where to look or what I was even looking for?

  ‘It’s probably in this book here,’ came a familiar voice. I turned to see the fox, sporting, as always, its Roman helmet. It pointed its battle-axe at a large tome discarded in a far corner.

  ‘You didn’t say your catchphrase,’ I said.

  ‘My what?’

  ‘You know,’ I shook a fist at the roof, “All hail the saviour!” You always say that. It’s your thing.’

  The fox stepped from foot to foot and scratched at its head. ‘I do?’

  ‘Is there a reason you’re here?’

  ‘Yes, help! I help. Helped you with that stone, didn’t I?’

  ‘I thought I’d seen you.’

  ‘Gave you a little taste. Made you fee
l strong, yes?’

  I closed my eyes and remembered that feeling. That amazing, terrifying feeling.

  ‘You sleeping?’ asked the fox.

  ‘Not enough, no.’ I opened my eyes again and strode across the room. I picked up the heavy volume the fox had indicated. ‘How do you know this is the book I need?’

  The fox shrugged. ‘I see things, I know things. That’s me.’

  I lugged the book over to the gnarled desk and dropped it down heavily. It gave off a mildew kind of odour as I spread it open.

  ‘So, what spell or incantation will I need?’

  The pages of the book whipped past of their own accord before settling on a spell.

  ‘Okay, that was a bit not normal.’

  ‘That’s the spell. Can save her. Bring her back.’

  I looked down into the fox’s eager eyes.

  ‘Why, exactly, would you be helping me?’

  ‘I am the fox. From the Dark Lakes. I help you.’

  ‘I’m not going to accept your redheaded mistress’s demand to take up any throne, you know. Especially not a throne made of skulls that will turn me into some sort of super-powered hellion.’

  ‘You say that now, say something different later, yes.’

  ‘Nope. I’m a good person. In the main.’

  The fox tutted as it picked at the blade of its axe. ‘You have been good for ten years. It’s a phase, that is all.’

  I ignored the fox and started to look through the spell. I came upon a problem pretty sharpish.

  ‘What language is this exactly?’

  ‘Magic.’

  ‘Magic? The language magic?’

  The fox nodded.

  ‘Can you read it?’

  ‘I am just a fox. Foxes cannot read, in my experience.’

  ‘Yes, but then most foxes can’t talk, either.’

  ‘We talk plenty,’ he sulked.

  ‘Sorry. So, what do I do now?’

  ‘Be magic.’

  ‘Oh, just that? Just be magic.’

  ‘The Red Woman could help.’

  ‘Yes, I’m sure, with no demands attached. Just doing little old me a no-strings solid.’

  The fox looked at me confused. ‘No, she will expect you to become the Magic Eater.’

  ‘You don’t really get sarcasm, do you?’