Vampire Wake (Kiera Hudson Series #2)

by Tim O'Rourke

  “Oh yeah?” Luke said, from beside me. “Who?”

  “You, of course!” I snapped, turning to him. “You don’t really think I’d make out with that jerk, do you?”

  “Now that’s not nice,” Potter said from behind me.

  Spinning round, I turned on Potter and shouted, “Why don’t you just try shutting your mouth for once in your life! You know I thought -”

  But before I’d a chance to say anything else, Potter had stuck another cigarette between his lips and said, “Easy, tiger. Stop getting so excited.”

  “You’re impossible!” I hollered back. “Tell Luke what really happened!”

  Then, from the centre of the clearing, Philips said to Kayla, “See? How can you trust any of these people, Kayla? They don’t even trust each other.”

  Just as the last of his words left his mouth, Potter had shot across the clearing in a blur of shadows and had Phillips gripped by the throat. Even by his own Vampyrus speed and agility, Phillips looked momentarily stunned at how quickly Potter was upon him. With his fingers digging into the scarred flesh around Phillips throat, and without taking his eyes from him, Potter shouted across the clearing at Luke.

  “Kiera loves you, Luke. There is no doubting that. It was an accident. Yes, she did kiss me, but only because she believed me to be you. She saw the bandages and the disguise in the gatehouse and thought you had been hiding yourself from her.” Then turning to look at me through the fog, Potter said, “I was to blame for what happened, Luke, not Kiera. I realised her mistake, but instead of pushing her off, I let her kiss me and I kissed her back.”

  Averting my gaze, I looked down at the ground. I was grateful for Potter’s honesty, but it just confused me even more. When I’d thought I’d made up my mind that he was a complete and utter jerk, he then went and did something completely unexpected and nice – like pulling my car from the snow and now taking all the blame for what had happened at the gatehouse.

  “But I made two big mistakes, Luke,” Potter continued. “The first was believing someone like Kiera could ever be interested in someone like me,” then turning to look back at Phillips, he snarled, “and my second big mistake was not killing you back in The Ragged Cove.” Within an instance, fangs had protruded from his gums and he was lunging at Phillips’ throat.

  Raising a hand to her face, Kayla screamed and leapt backward. Seeing this, Murphy shot forward in a haze of shadows and had taken hold of her, bringing her back to me. Before I’d the chance to say anything to her, a figure stepped from the fog on the other side of the clearing.

  “Kill Philips if it will make you feel better, Potter. But it will change nothing. You are all going to be dead before dawn,” Taylor said, limping forward. On his head, he wore that wide-brimmed hat, he was naked to the waist and his wings twitched and fluttered around his scrawny frame. Limping towards Potter, who still had hold of Phillips, he chuckled and said, “Go on, I dare you. If it makes you feel any better, rip his throat out, tear the lungs from his body.”

  Lurching forward, still believing that Phillips was her friend, Kayla shouted, “No! Don’t kill him! Please!”

  Eyeing Kayla, then Potter again, Taylor said, “Go on, Potter, show the girl what a monster you truly are. Go on, kill a defenceless Vampyrus in front of her.”

  “Please!” Kayla whimpered.

  Taking her by the shoulders, I shook her gently and said, “Kayla, he is not you’re friend. He cares nothing about you…or me.”

  “Why would he care about you anyway?” Kayla said, her voice angry and confused.

  Staring her straight in the eyes, I said, “Kayla, I’m like you. Me and you are the same.”

  “How?” she sneered.

  “I’m half human and half Vampyrus,” I tried to convince her. “Phillips and that wizened–up guy, Taylor, over there want the both of us.”

  “I don’t believe that you’re like me,” she said. “Prove it.”

  “I can’t,” I said, shaking my head at her. “But I have wings, just like you.”

  “Where? Show me!” she spat.

  “They haven’t come…come through yet,” I told her.

  “How convenient,” Kayla said and almost seemed to sneer at me. “Luke just wants to protect me from people like you.”

  “He doesn’t want to protect you,” I insisted. “He wants you – us – because we are unique. You and me have special abilities that they want and there is another like us called Isidor Smith. That’s where your mother has gone – she’s looking for him.” But I could see by the way that she looked at me that she wasn’t convinced. There had to be some way to prove to her that I was telling the truth.

  “You heard that phone call Kayla,” I said. “You heard my friend suffering. You saw how much that hurt me. That was another Vampyrus just like Philips and Taylor who hurt him. They were trying to track me down.”

  “I don’t believe you,” she said again.

  Thinking back to that last conversation I’d shared with Sparky, something suddenly struck me. He had said “texts”. I received your texts, he had said. But I’d only sent him the one since arriving at the manor. So who had sent the others? Whoever had found my phone when I’d fallen from the wall. Looking at Phillips still being gripped by Potter, I turned back to Kayla and holding out my hand, I said, “Give me your phone.”

  “Why?” she asked.

  “Just give it to me, Kayla, and I’ll prove to you that Phillips was behind the murder of my friend.”

  Reluctantly, Kayla pulled her mobile phone from her jeans pocket and handed it to me. Taking it, I dialled my own mobile phone. Pressing it to my ear, I turned to face Phillips and waited for the sound of my mobile phone to start ringing from his direction. Within seconds the night was broken with the shrill tone of my mobile ringing – but it didn’t come from the direction of Phillips as I’d suspected. The sound of the ring tone came from behind me. As if on cue, all of us turned to face the woods, even Phillips glanced in that direction as Potter gripped him.

  My mobile phone still continued to ring from the slices of darkness between the tress and then it stopped as if cut dead. From within the trees and the fog that curled amongst them, I caught sight of a fleeting movement.

  “Who’s there?” I called out. Then as if in answer to my question, Mrs. Payne stepped from the tree line, my mobile phone held in her hand.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Mrs. Payne’s wings fluttered in the wind, which made the fog swirl around her as if she were a magician stepping onto a grand stage. Still dressed in her grey frumpy dress, thick woollen tights and uncomfortable black shoes, she came towards me and said, “Surprised that I’m one of them?”

  “Not really,” I said, there didn’t seem to be much that would surprise me any longer. Then my head rocked back as images of her hair flecked with white raced to the forefront of my mind. And again I was standing at the foot of the stairs leading up to the ‘forbidden’ wing. In my mind’s eye, I could see that her hair was coated in tiny white flecks of…paint. It was then that I knew it had been her that had repainted the summerhouse to cover up the sticky coating of garlic and queets. It had been Mrs. Payne that had removed the crucifix from the wall and it had been her who had been paving the way for Taylor and his vampires.

  “Would you like your phone?” Mrs. Payne smiled, her tone was insincere and full of loathing.

  “Just give it to me,” I said opening my eyes and holding out my hand.

  Placing the phone in my palm, she let her long, ivory nails scrape across my flesh. Yanking my hand away, Mrs. Payne smiled and looked at Kayla.

  “Sweet little Kayla,” she said, and brushed the girl’s hair with her fingernails.

  Kayla knocked the old woman’s hand away and said, “How come you had Kiera’s phone?”

  “I found it, that’s all,” she said.

  Searching through my sent messages, I found two that had been sent to Sparky. Both had been sent after I’d fallen from the wall. The fir
st read:

  Remind me of your home address Sparky,

  I have a surprise that I want to send to you.

  Kiera x

  The second read:

  Thanks Sparky. I‘ve changed my mind,

  I’ll bring the surprise to you myself.

  Be home tomorrow, but make sure you are alone ;)

  Kiera x

  Reading those texts, I realised how easily they had tricked my friend into disclosing his home address and arranging for him to be alone. Sparky wouldn’t have had any reason to suspect that those text messages hadn’t come from anyone else but me. Poor Sparky, what had they done to him? I prayed that he hadn’t suffered because of me. With rage beginning to swell inside of me, I turned to Kayla, and shoving the phone under her nose, I said, “Go on, take a look, Kayla. See what your precious friend has been up to.” Kayla looked down at the screen and read what was written there.

  “But Mrs. Payne had your phone – it was her who sent those texts,” she said shaking her head as if not wanting to believe that she had been deceived by Philips.

  “And who do you think it was you heard at my friend’s address?” I snapped. “It wasn’t the old-woman – it was your friend over there,” and I pointed in the direction of Phillips who was still hanging from the end of Potter’s fist.

  Looking over at Phillips, her eyes wide, Kayla said, “Luke, is this true?”

  But before he could fill her head with more lies, Potter was tightening his grip around Phillips’ throat. Even if he’d wanted to reply to Kayla, I doubted if he would’ve been able to squeeze any words out.

  “Oh god, this is all just so tiresome,” Mrs. Payne said as she walked across the clearing and went to join Taylor. The two of them stood, half hidden by the fog, their wrinkled skin giving the appearance of two mummified statues. “Can’t we just get this over and done with,” she said, sounding bored. Then turning to Taylor, she added, “Let’s just keep to the plan. You kill Potter, Murphy, and Bishop, and I’ll take the two girls.”

  Hearing this, Kayla inched closer to me.

  Then slowly unbuttoning his shirt and stepping forward, Murphy said in a calm voice, “Oh I’m sorry, I thought the plan was for me and the two boys here to rip your throat out, old woman, then feed you in tiny pieces to Taylor and Phillips. And if I’m feeling in a good mood, I’ll let them die before Potter starts feeding them small chunks of your brains. Now that sounds like a plan.”

  “Jim Murphy,” Taylor smiled, “You never change, do you? The only people that are going to die tonight are you and your two sidekicks, Potter and Bishop.”

  “How do you figure that?” Luke said, moving forward to stand next to Murphy.

  “Because your friend Kiera won’t let us die,” Taylor smiled. Then looking at me, he said, “Isn’t that correct, Kiera?”

  “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I hissed at him.

  “I have some people here that want to say hello to you, Kiera,” Taylor smiled, flashing his yellow-stained fangs.

  “What are you talking about?” I murmured, my stomach tying itself into knots.

  Then looking back over his shoulder into the woods, he said, “You can come out now.”

  With Kayla standing beside me, I watched as the shadows between the trees on the opposite of the clearing appeared to move. Then I gasped as Doctor Keats stumbled forward out of the fog. The last time I’d seen her she’d looked like a headmistress, now she resembled a bag lady. Her hair was dishevelled and clumps of it stuck out in thick wisps from each side of her head. Her smart tweed suit was covered in dirt and grime, her tights were torn at the knees and her shoes were missing. With her hands secured behind her back, she wandered into the clearing. She was sobbing and her cheeks were covered in thick, black lines where her mascara had run down her face.

  “Doctor Keats?” I whispered in disbelief.

  “Yes that’s right, Kiera,” Taylor smiled, “Your doctor.”

  “What’s she doing here?” I said, unable to take my eyes from her. “She has nothing to do with this!”

  “Kiera? Kiera, is that you?” Keats croaked as she fought back her tears.

  “Yes it’s me,” I said. I’d never really liked the woman, but I’d never wished her any harm. Stepping through the fog, I moved closer so that she could see me, I didn’t want her to feel alone.

  “Taylor, let her go,” I said.

  “Oh you want to bargain?” and he flashed his smashed-looking teeth at me again. “Okay. How about your friend Potter releases Phillips? That would be a start.”

  With his hands still fixed around Phillips’ throat, Potter looked over at Taylor and said, “The doctor means nothing to me.”

  “But she does to me,” I told him. “I can’t just let her die.”

  “She’s gonna die anyway,” Potter said, looking at me.

  “Please Potter,” I groaned.

  Looking at Keats standing in the clearing, head bowed forward and arms tied behind her, Potter released his hold on Phillips. Dropping to the ground, Philips rubbed his throat with his hands and pulled himself up. Potter sauntered back across the clearing and stood next to Murphy.

  “Now let her go,” I said to Taylor.

  “Oh Kiera, I wish it was as easy as that,” Taylor said, his eyes sparkling in the gloom.

  “I told you,” Potter said, looking at me while lighting another cigarette.

  Ignoring him, I stared at Taylor and said, “Please, she has nothing to do with this.”

  “But she does,” Taylor said. “Thanks to you, she knows way too much about us – about the Vampyrus.”

  “But she never believed a word that I told her,” I tried to assure him. “She thought I was mad…making the whole -“ but before I’d the chance to finish, Mrs. Payne had sprung through the air as if being launched from a cannon and clung to Doctor Keats’ shoulders. Looking like a giant moth, the old woman swarmed around Doctor Keats as she buried her fangs into her neck. With her arms fastened behind her back, Keats wobbled and stumbled then tipped over onto the ground. Mrs. Payne swooped upwards, her wings shining orange in the light from the moon, then darted back towards the ground and her kill. Thrashing her legs out and screaming, Doctor Keats tried to roll away as blood pumped in a black stream from her throat. Her screams sounded as if she was gargling on a throat full of water as blood jetted from her mouth. Smelling the blood, Mrs. Payne lunged at her again, her wings flitting back and forth behind her. Pulling Kayla close to me and turning away, I couldn’t help but notice the look of hunger in Murphy, Potter, and Luke’s eyes as they watched the old woman feed.

  Within moments, Doctor Keats had stopped kicking out. Her legs twitched once or twice more then fell still. Climbing from her body, Mrs. Payne wiped away the black-coloured blood that swung from her chin and swooped back towards Philips and Taylor.

  “I’m sure that was rather unpleasant for all concerned,” Taylor said, his voice was soothing as if he actually cared about the way we felt. “So to avoid any further unpleasantness, Kiera, offer up either Murphy, Potter, or Bishop.”

  “In exchange for what?” I asked, my heart racing in my chest. “For one of these,” Taylor smiled, and from behind him, two figures were shoved into the clearing. Like Doctor Keats, the hands of the two people were secured behind their back.

  Screwing up my eyes and peering through the fog, I tried to make out the identity of the two people now standing in the clearing. I could see that they were both male, and at first I didn’t recognise them. But as the fog cleared a little in front of them, I could see that one of the males was the owner of the pawnbrokers in Havensfield and the other was David Evans, the gardener who had stolen Mrs. Lovelace’s wedding ring. Realising who they were, I shouted across the clearing at Taylor and said, “You’ve got this all wrong. These people mean nothing to me, Taylor. You might as well let them go.”

  Then without a moment’s hesitation, Taylor said to Mrs. Payne and Phillips, “You heard her, they mean nothing to
her.”

  Then just before he fell to the floor under the weight of Phillips, I heard the gardener say, “I’m sorry I took the old woman’s ring.” Then he was gone in a spray of red, as Phillips ripped his throat almost in two. Just like the gardener, the pawnbroker disappeared behind Mrs. Payne’s wings as she brought him to his knees and began to feed on him.

  As the two of them fed, Taylor looked at me and said, “Perhaps in time, we will come to someone that you really do care about.” Then clicking his bony fingers he shouted. “Next!”

  Then it was my turn to drop to my knees as I saw Mrs. Lovelace and Sparky stagger from the tree line. Mrs. Lovelace looked tired and confused, her face drawn and gaunt looking. Sparky stumbled, then righted himself as he peered through the fog.

  “You can’t do this!” I screeched at the top of my voice. “Taylor, please I beg you – don’t hurt them!”

  “At last we have someone that you do care about, Kiera Hudson,” Taylor smiled.

  Almost grovelling on my hands and knees, I lurched forwards, my hands held out before me as if in prayer. “Please, I beg you,” I cried. “Don’t hurt them. They have done nothing to you!”

  “Then perhaps you would like to nominate two of your friends to take their places,” Taylor said, his voice now cold and demanding.

  “But I can’t do that either,” I sobbed. “They’re my friends, too!”

  “I’m growing tired of this sentiment…” Taylor started.

  “Take me,” I pleaded. “Take me in place of all of them. I’m important to you, aren’t I?”

  Ignoring me, Taylor said again, “Which of your friends is it to be?”

  “I can’t!” I screeched at him, slamming my fists against my knees. “Please don’t make me choose!”

  Then I felt a hand against my shoulder, and looking up I could see Luke smiling down at me. “It’s okay, Kiera,” he whispered.

  Realising what he was about to do, I pulled myself up and held onto him. “No! You can’t do this, Luke. I won’t let you!”