Wings of the Night 08 Blue Twilight

by Msggie Shayne

The vampire lifted his dark brows. "Oh, a good deal more. I've found some of the information the Stuart woman has gathered on…certain matters. But I still don't know all I need to know about her. And far less than I need to know about the other woman. The one you call Storm. She interests me far more."

  Jason's head came up sharply. "What interest could you possibly have in her?"

  "That, Jason Beck, is none of your concern. She is…ill?"

  Jason shook his head. "She took a bullet to the head a few months ago. Spent some time in a coma. Now there seem to be…side effects. Or something."

  "Or something?"

  Jason shrugged. "She's passed out a couple of times. Seems to have blackouts where she—I don't know, loses it."

  The vampire narrowed his eyes but could find no sign in the young man's mind that he was lying. "When you took her to the hospital, what did the doctors find?"

  "Nothing. They couldn't find a damn thing. Malone seems to think you might be the one messing with her head."

  "I am not. If she is ailing, it's not due to any interference from me. You…you have feelings for this… Storm?"

  "We're friends. That's all."

  He nodded slowly. "You'd do well to see to it you remain no more than that."

  Jason frowned. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

  "You're not to touch the woman called Storm. Do you understand?"

  Jason didn't answer, didn't acknowledge the words. He was angry, fighting angry, but he knew better than to challenge the man who stood in front of him. He didn't stand a chance against him. He was smart.

  And it was lucky for him, the vampire thought, that he was.

  "I need the women. Both of them. You are to bring them to me, on my island, without the man."

  "No. Look, if you want to talk to Max, why don't you just go to the motel and ask her whatever the hell it is you want to know. Jesus, there's no way she'll refuse to tell you if she knows my sister's life depends on it. "

  He held the young man's eyes. They were intense and determined. "You will bring the women to me, on the island. By night, only by night, and without this Malone. If you do this, I will release your sister and her friend. If you don't…" "They're my friends,” Jason said. His voice broke. "Jesus, I can't just hand them over."

  "I do not intend to harm them."

  Jason shook his head slowly. "How the hell am I supposed to believe that?"

  "I don't really care whether you believe it or not. I need the women. You will deliver them. Find a way." Jason lowered his head. "I'll try."

  "Three nights. Beginning with this one. If, by midnight of the third night, you have not brought them to me, I will come for them. Blood will be spilled. Your blood. Malone's blood. And that of your sister, for good measure. Do you understand?"

  Jason nodded, unable to look the man in the eye.

  The vampire knew there was no doubt in this young man's mind that he would betray the best friends he'd ever had in order to save his sister.

  Jason lifted his head and dashed the moisture from his eyes when the vampire bade him good night. He tried to stop his shaking as he made his way out of the alley and into the diner.

  Max watched the page print out and pulled it from the printer tray, eager. "Where the hell is Jason with our food?"

  No sooner had she said it than someone knocked on the door. Stormy went to open it and Jason came in, his arms loaded down with bags. Stormy relieved him of one bag, set it on the bed, then took out the six-pack of beer and two six-packs of soft drinks. "We're gonna need some ice."

  Jason was already unpacking the other bag, setting their burgers and fries, all wrapped individually, on the paper plates that had been tucked into the bag beside them.

  "Any trouble, Jay?" Lou asked.

  "Nope. The service was a little slow. This town really needs a fast-food joint or two." His tone was a little too cheerful, a little too light, Max thought. As if it were false, forced. "What have you guys been up to?" Jason asked.

  "We went through the list of victims. People who've come up missing only to be found later on. Turns out a couple of them aren't too far away. Or weren't, when the articles were written. Storm's been using the Net to track them down. We thought maybe we could talk to them."

  "Good idea,” Jason said.

  Max set aside the sheet of paper. "I've got some phone numbers. Going to call them after dinner."

  "Tonight?" He seemed surprised.

  "Sure, Jay. Tonight. Why wait? The sooner we can unravel this thing, the better it'll be for Delia." He nodded.

  "Why? Is there some reason you think we should wait on this?"

  "No" The denial was instant. "No, not at all. I'm just surprised. You sure do work fast."

  "It's the only speed she knows,” Lou said. "Let's at least eat first, though."

  Max smiled and moved the computer aside, making room on the table for them to sit around it for their meal. "We got those arrangements made for Sid and his mom. Storm called in a favor from a friend with connections. They'll be getting a call from a private school tomorrow. I think it will work."

  "That's good,” Jason said. "The quicker the kid gets out of this hellhole, the better."

  Several burgers, fries and colas later, Max dialed the telephone, her stomach a little fluttery. She glanced at the clock, just to assure herself it wasn't too late to be phoning people. It wasn't quite nine, so she thought it was safe.

  Sitting beside her, Lou looked at the list of names on the printout. "Starting from the top?" he asked.

  She nodded. The telephone on the other end was ringing now. As she sat there, Stormy picked up the extension near the bed and curled her legs beneath her to listen in. "Hello?"

  It was a woman's voice, deep and soft. "Hello. I'm trying to reach Lisette Campanelli."

  There was a pause. "Who's calling?"

  "My name is Maxine Stuart. I'm investigating the disappearance of two young women in or near the town of Endover."

  "I'm sorry. She's not available."

  Max decided to take a shot and said, “Lisette, please. They're high school girls."

  There was silence on the other end. But no telltale click in her ear.

  "All I want to do is talk to you. That's all. I'll meet you wherever you say."

  There was a sigh. "It won't do you any good. I don't k now anything about this."

  "That's more than I know,” Max said. "I know you were missing for a time under very similar circumstances. I think that whatever happened to you is happening to them."

  "I hope you're wrong."

  "Then you do remember something?"

  Again, silence. A long stretch of it. Max fought to be patient, to give the woman time, when what she wanted to do was reach through the phone lines and shake her. But finally the woman sighed. "I'll meet you. Nowhere near Endover, however."

  "I understand"

  "Is that where you are now?" the woman asked.

  "Yes"

  "There's something wrong with that place. You shouldn't stay there." There was a pause. "There's a Starbucks in Manchester ."

  "Just one?" Max laughed a little. A weak attempt to lighten the conversation.

  The woman didn't respond in kind. "There are several. I'll give you directions to the right one, though."

  Max looked around the room for a map, only to see that Stormy already had an atlas open on the bed. Stormy put her hand over the mouthpiece and whispered, “That’s forty miles away."

  "Lisette, Manchester's about forty miles for us"

  "Closer to fifty. You're coming just west of it. And that's as close to Endover as I will ever get. There's an invisible line I've drawn, right down the middle of this state. I won't cross it. Don't ask me to."

  "All right. I won't. It's fine, Manchester's fine. I can be there in an hour. Will the coffee shop still be open?"

  There was a heavy breath, then, “I don't go out at night anymore, Miss Stuart. But I'll meet you in the morning. Is 10:00 a.m. too early?"<
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  Max wanted to check out the island in the morning.

  It was vital. "Actually, noon would be better." "Noon. Are you ready for those directions?" Stormy had already grabbed a notepad and pencil, and she nodded. Max said, “Ready."

  The woman rattled off directions. Max barely listened, because Stormy was scratching them down. "Thank you, Lisette."

  "I'll see you tomorrow."

  The woman hung up. Max drew a breath, lifted her eyebrows and sent her gaze around the room. "That wasn't easy."

  "Did you expect it to be?" Lou asked.

  "No. And I don't expect the rest of the people on this list will be any easier." She looked at Stormy. "Do you think I left us enough time to visit that island?"

  "Yeah, if we can go out there early enough. Which means we need to find a boat."

  "If I can't find one, I fully intend to steal one,” Max said. "You should speak to the next person on our list, Storm. She's way down in Massachusetts . And the one after that is north, in Maine . We'll have to split this up if we're going to talk to all of them."

  "With any luck, we'll have the girls back before we have to keep any of these appointments."

  "Even if we do, I think we should follow up. This bastard needs to be stopped."

  Stormy nodded, picked up the phone again. Max dialed, since the list was closest to her. "This one is Mary Ann Prusinski,” she said.

  When they finished, they had two appointments each for the next day. Max was going to Manchester first, then all the way to Newport , another forty miles inland. Stormy would go south to Boston , then stop at Lowell on the way back. Max had expected that one of them would have to go north, to Maine , to meet the fifth person on her list, but when she phoned, she learned that the woman had committed suicide.

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  Chapter 15

  He should have waited. Waiting, after all, was something he'd been doing for centuries. He ought to be good at it by now.

  But he wasn't. And so he found himself at the small motel, moving slowly through the darkness, from one door to the next. At each one, he laid his palm flat against the door, closed his eyes, opened his mind and searched for her—the one he'd been feeling ever since she had arrived here. The one whose photograph had so startled him. Who was she? Why did her presence distract him to the point of madness?

  "Excuse me—is there something I can do for you?"

  He went stiff at the sound of the voice behind him, wondering how he could be so focused on the woman that he had allowed a mortal to walk up on him so easily. He quickly scanned the man who stood behind him. Young, gullible…Gary , the motel's manager. One of his own, a mindless drone, compelled to do his bidding, to protect his secrets, even while remaining blissfully unaware he was doing so. Gary was so loyal he had knocked one of these women unconscious when he caught her snooping. When he had come at the boy's summons, he had thought it was the blond one lying there on the ground. He'd been determined to take her back with him to his island, furious at the whelp for his overreaction. If he had harmed her…

  But the blow had been minor, and the victim had been the wrong woman.

  Slowly he turned and met Gary 's eyes. "You're dreaming, Gary . That's all this is, just a dream. Go back to your bed now, and forget you ever saw me. Forget."

  Gary didn't blink. His eyes were fixed and wide. "A dream,” he muttered.

  "That's it. Just a dream. Forget, Gary . Go to your bed and forget." He moved his hand in front of the young man's eyes.

  Gary turned and shuffled his feet as he moved slowly back toward the motel office, where he entered through a back door, going directly to his rooms. To his bed.

  Nodding his satisfaction, the vampire returned his attention to the door, resting his hand against it, feeling for her presence.

  There. She was there, on the other side. Asleep, sound asleep in her bed. No sound no dreams wove their spells through her mind.

  He moved his hand over the doorknob, felt the locks give way. Then he opened it and stepped slowly inside. It wasn't the first time he'd seen the strange woman they called Storm. Her hair was soft and pale, cut short, all the better to complement her exquisite face. Her eyes were wide-set and almond-shaped, and her cheekbones sculpted as if by the hand of a loving creator. The name suited her, he thought. He sensed the storm raging inside her, even now. And she had created a maelstrom in him, as well. Closing his eyes, he moved to the bed, stood beside it, willed her to continue to sleep, while he probed and explored the deepest recesses of her mind.

  But what he found there startled him so much that he withdrew with a soft gasp. The woman was not one—she was two. Another lived within her even now. Lurking in the hidden depths of her psyche, sleeping, as she was. But strong, and growing stronger.

  She stirred. In the room beside this one, someone was awake and moving about. But he could not resist touching her. Just once. He lowered his hand to her hair, closed his eyes as its softness brushed his palm. And then he ran his fingers over her cheek, willing her not to wake.

  Her lips parted, and she whispered in her sleep. Words, in his own native tongue, that startled him to his core. "Lubirea ca moartea e de tare."

  "Love is stronger than death,” he whispered. His eyes on her face, he muttered, “Who are you?"

  All he saw in her mind, as he probed it ever more deeply, was her intent to come to his island in the morning—bringing her friends along with her.

  He couldn't have that. Not by day, and not with Malone. The man was too worthy an adversary to have snooping around his abode.

  Fortunately, he had ways of preventing them from visiting in daylight. He would see to it.

  He needed to know more about this woman, this Storm. But to do so, he needed to take her away from the others, her protectors. He needed her alone, far from anyone else.

  The movements in the next room grew more lively, and he knew he would be discovered soon if he did not leave. He was not ready for that. Not yet. He hadn't accumulated nearly enough information about these women—about what it was they did. He'd learned only enough to know they were dangerous to him. That all of this—right down to Storm's appearance—could be part of some plot to destroy him. They knew far more about the undead than any mortal should ever know. He had to learn more about them before he made any move.

  Beyond that, he didn't want to have to take her by force, harming her friends in the process. To do so would be to incur her hatred, something he wished to avoid. So he must go. But he would solve the mystery of this woman—of her pull on him, and of the sense he couldn't ignore that her soul was being torn slowly apart.

  When Max woke in the morning, it was to the sight and sound of a raging storm. High winds, flashes of lightning, cracks of thunder so loud she barely heard the pounding on her door.

  She flew out of bed and opened it. Lou, Stormy and Jason surged inside, all of them wet and dripping.

  "God, when did this blow up?" Max asked, closing the door against the storm.

  " Sunrise,” Lou said. He took off his coat and shook it. "It's going to be hell getting out to that island in this."

  "Much less finding a boat to get there,” Stormy said.

  Max hurried into her bathroom, grabbed an armful of towels and brought them back out. She handed one to each of them.

  Jason shook his head as he rubbed the rainwater from his face and hair. "We can't. We can't even try it in this storm"

  "But, Jay, we have to,” Max said. "The girls have been at this maniac's mercy too long already."

  He lifted his gaze to hers. "We could end up drowning in the effort, Max. Who's going to get them out of there then?"

  Lou lowered his head. "Maybe it'll pass. Maybe if we wait till this afternoon—"

  "I don't want to wait on this, Lou."

  He met her eyes, and she knew just by looking into his that he didn't want to wait, either. "It's not safe, Max."

  "Not safe for who?" He looked away. "That's what I thought. If it were just you, or yo
u and Jay going out there, you'd do it despite the storm. You know you would." She sighed and put a hand on his arm. "It's sweet that you want to protect us, Lou, but Storm and I are not fragile females in need of a strong man to look out for us. We can do this."

  "We don't even have a boat."

  "Then we'll go back to that rental place, and this time we won't take no for an answer."

  "No" It was Jason who spoke. He faced Max squarely. "Look, Max, I hired you, right? That means you're working for me. It's my sister who's missing, my money paying for all this. It's my call, Max."

  She stared at him, blinking. "I can't believe this. You should be pushing harder than any of us to get out there as soon as possible."

  He lowered his eyes. "I want the girls back more than you know, Max. But we can't go out there this morning. Not in this. Let's wait it out, see if the storm passes. You've got those visits to make. Call the women, see if you can bump your appointments up a little earlier. Lou and I will split up and go with the two of you, since there's nothing for us to do here. Maybe by the time we get back this will have cleared up."

  Max closed her eyes and bit her lip to keep from swearing. Why the hell was Jason so determined? God, could Lou be right about him? Was he keeping something from her?

  "He's a vampire, Max,” Lou said. "He can't hurt the girls during the day. They'll be safe until we can get out there."

  God, it killed Max to have to put off exploring the island until later—to leave those poor girls out there one minute longer than necessary. And her gut instinct told her to find a way to get out there, despite the storm.

  Still, she supposed Jason and Lou were right. Waiting for the storm to pass was better than drowning in the effort. And the vampire could do the girls no harm by day. It was a small reassurance but the best she could come up with.

  They ate takeout for breakfast, while she phoned the women to change their meeting times. She also phoned Lydia, who told her she'd ordered a replacement pane for the mansion's front door, and that it would likely be installed before Max returned.

  The storm kept raging, never relaxing its intensity, right up until she and Lou were in the car, on the road and headed out of town for the first of their scheduled meetings with the survivors of the vampire. The wipers heat frantically against the deluge.