Asher turned and gave us his right profile. The streetlight that had caressed the perfection of his left side seemed harsh now. The right side of his face looked like melted candle wax. Burn scars, acid scars, holy water. Vampires couldn’t heal damage done by holy objects. The priests had had a theory that they could burn the devil out of Asher, one drop of holy water at a time.
I kept the gun on him, solid, no wavering. I’d seen worse, recently. I’d seen a vampire whose face had rotted away on one side. An eye had been rolling in a bare socket. Compared to that, Asher was a GQ cover boy. The thing that made the scarring worse somehow was that the rest of him was so perfect. It made it worse somehow, more obscene. They’d left his eyes pure, and the midline of his face, so his nose, the fullness of his mouth, sat in a sea of scars. Jean-Claude had saved him before the zealots killed him, but Julianna had been burned as a witch.
Asher never forgave Jean-Claude for the death of the woman they both loved. In fact, last I’d heard, he was asking for my death. He would kill Jean-Claude’s human servant as revenge. The council had refused him up until now.
“Step away from the Jeep, slowly,” I said.
“Would you shoot me for leaning against your car?” He sounded amused, pleasant. The tone in his voice, the way he chose his words, reminded me of Jean-Claude when I’d first met him. Asher pushed to his feet using just his body. He blew a smoke ring at me and laughed again.
The sound slithered across my skin like the touch of fur, soft and feeling—oh, so slightly—of death. It was Jean-Claude’s laugh, and that was unnerving as hell.
Jean-Claude took a deep, shuddering breath and stepped forward. He didn’t block my line of sight though, and he didn’t tell me to put the gun down. “Why are you here, Asher?” His voice held something I’d seldom heard, regret.
“Is she going to shoot me?”
“Ask her yourself. I am not the one holding the gun.”
“So it is true. You do not control your own servant.”
“The best human servants are those that come willingly to your hand. You taught me that, Asher, you and Julianna.”
Asher threw the cigarette on the ground. He took two quick steps forward.
“Don’t,” I said.
His hands were balled into fists at his side. His anger rode the night like close lightning. “Never, never say her name again. You don’t deserve to speak her name.”
Jean-Claude gave a shallow bow. “As you wish. Now, what do you want, Asher? Anita will grow impatient soon.”
Asher stared at me. He looked at me from head to toe, but it wasn’t sexual, though that was in there. It was like he was looking me over, like I was a car he was thinking of buying. His eyes were a strange shade of pale blue. “Would you really shoot me?” He turned his head so that I couldn’t see the scars. He knew exactly how the shadows would fall. He gave a smile that was supposed to melt me into my socks. It didn’t work.
“Cut the charm and give me a reason not to kill you.”
He turned his head so that a sheet of golden hair spilled over the right side of his face. If my night vision had been worse, it might have hidden the scars.
“The council extends their invitation to Jean-Claude, Master of the City of St. Louis, and his human servant, Anita Blake. They request your presence this night.”
“You may put up the gun, ma petite. We are safe until we see the council.”
“Just like that,” I said. “Last I heard, Asher here wanted to kill me.”
“The council refused his request,” Jean-Claude said. “Our human servants are too precious to us for them to agree.”
“Very true,” Asher said.
The two vampires stared at each other. I expected them to try vampiric powers on each other, but they didn’t. They just stood there, looking at one another. Their faces gave nothing away, but if they’d been people and not monsters, I’d have told them to hug and make up. You could feel their pain on the air. I realized something I hadn’t before. They had loved each other once. Only love can turn to such bitter regret. Julianna had been their link, but it hadn’t just been her they loved.
It was time to put the gun up, but irritatingly, I’d have to flash the parking lot. I was really going to have to invest in more dressy pants suits. Dresses just sucked for concealed carry.
There was no one else but the three of us in the parking lot. I turned my back on both of them and raised the dress enough to put up the gun.
“Please, don’t be modest on my account,” Asher said.
I smoothed the dress into place before I turned around. “Don’t flatter yourself.”
He smiled, and the look on his face was amused, condescending, and something else. That “something else” bothered me. “Modest. Were you also chaste before our dashing Jean-Claude found you?”
“That’s enough, Asher,” Jean-Claude said.
“She was a virgin before you?” He made it a question and then threw his head back and laughed. He laughed until he had to lean against the Jeep to steady himself. “You, wasted on a virgin. It is simply too perfect.”
“I wasn’t a virgin, not that it’s any of your damn business.”
The laughter stopped so abruptly, it was startling. He slid down to the ground, sitting on the dark pavement. He stared up at me through a curtain of golden hair. His eyes looked strange and pale. “Not virginal, but chaste.”
“I’ve had enough games for one night,” I said.
“The games are just beginning,” he said.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked.
“It means, ma petite, that the council await us. They will have many games for us to play, none of them pleasant.”
Asher rose to his feet like he’d been pulled by strings. He stood, brushing himself off. He settled his black overcoat more solidly into place. It was hot for a long coat. Not that he would necessarily care, but it was odd. Vamps usually tried to blend in better than that. Made me wonder what was underneath the coat. You could hide a pretty big gun under an ankle-length coat. I’d never met a vampire that carried a gun, but there was always a first time.
Jean-Claude had said we were safe until we reached the council, but that didn’t mean Asher couldn’t pull a weapon then and blow us away. It had been beyond careless to put up my gun without patting Asher down first.
I sighed.
“What is wrong, ma petite?”
Asher was a vampire. How much more dangerous could he be with a gun? But I couldn’t do it. “Let me test my understanding. Is Asher going to ride in the car with us to the meeting?”
“I must, to give you directions,” Asher said.
“Then lean against the Jeep.”
He frowned at me in an amused, condescending sort of way. “Excuse me?”
“I don’t care if you’re the second coming of the Antichrist, you can’t sit behind me in my own car until I know you’re not carrying a weapon.”
“Ma petite, he is a vampire. If he is sitting behind you in a car, he is close enough to kill you without a gun.”
I shook my head. “You’re right. I know you’re right, but the point isn’t logic, Jean-Claude. The point is that I simply can’t let him in the car behind me without knowing what’s under the coat. I just can’t.” It was true. Paranoid, but still true.
Jean-Claude knew me better than to argue. “Very well, ma petite. Asher, would you be so kind as to face towards the Jeep.”
Asher smiled brilliantly at both of us, flashing fang. “You want to pat me down? I could rip you into pieces with my bare hands, and you’re worried I have a gun?” He chuckled, a low, skin-prickling sound. “That is so very cute.”
Cute? Me? “Just do it, please.”
He turned to face the Jeep, still laughing softly.
“Hands on the hood, feet apart.” I got out the gun one more time. Maybe I should just carry it on a chain around my neck. I pressed the barrel into his spine. I felt him stiffen under my hands.
“You are
serious about this.”
“Absolutely,” I said. “Feet farther apart.”
He shifted, but it wasn’t enough.
I kicked his feet apart until his balance was off-center and started searching him one-handed.
“Dominant, very dominant. Does she like to be on top?”
I ignored him. More surprising, so did Jean-Claude.
“Slower, slower. Hasn’t Jean-Claude taught you not to rush?” He drew in a breath at the appropriate moment. “Oooh, that’s nice.”
Yes, it was embarrassing, but I searched him top to bottom. There wasn’t a damn thing to find. But I felt better. I stepped back until I was out of reach and put the gun up.
He was watching over his shoulder. “Do the panties match the bra?”
I shook my head. “You can stand up now.”
He stayed against the car. “Don’t you need to strip-search me?”
“In your dreams,” I said.
He stood, smoothing his coat back into place. “You have no idea what I dream, Anita.” I couldn’t read the look on his face, but the look was enough. I didn’t want to know what Asher saw when he closed his eyes at the break of day.
“Shall we go?” Jean-Claude said.
“Are you so eager to throw your life away?” Asher asked. The anger returned with a rush, chasing out the amused teasing gallant.
“The council will not kill me tonight,” Jean-Claude said.
“Are you so sure?”
“It is their own laws that have forbidden those of us in the United States to fight amongst ourselves until the law has passed or failed to pass in Washington. The council wants us to remain legal in this country. If they break their own rules, no one else will obey them.”
Asher turned full face into the light. “There are worse things than death, Jean-Claude.”
Jean-Claude sighed. “I did not desert you, Asher. What can I say to convince you of the truth? You can taste the truth in my words. I came to you as soon as I knew.”
“You have had centuries to convince yourself of what you want the truth to be, Jean-Claude. Wanting it to be true doesn’t make it so.”
“So be it, Asher. But I would undo whatever you think I have done, if I could. I would bring her back if I could.”
Asher held up his hand as if he could push the thought away. “No, no, no! You killed her. You let her die. You let her burn to death. I felt her die, Jean-Claude. I was her master. She was so afraid. To the last she thought you would come save her. I was her master and I know that her last words were your name.”
Jean-Claude turned his back on Asher. The other vampire closed the distance between them in two striding steps. He grabbed Jean-Claude’s arm and swung him around. The streetlight showed tears on Jean-Claude’s face. He was crying for a woman who had been dead over two hundred years. It was a long time for tears.
“You never told me that before,” Jean-Claude said softly.
Asher pushed him away hard enough that he stumbled. “Save your tears, Jean-Claude. You’ll need them for yourself and for her. They’ve promised me my revenge.”
Jean-Claude touched the back of his hand to the tears. “You can’t kill her. They won’t allow that.”
Asher smiled, and it was most unpleasant. “I don’t want her life, Jean-Claude. I want your pain.” He walked around me, circling like a shark. I moved with him and knew he was too close. If he rushed me, I’d never get the gun out in time.
“You’ve finally given me what I need to hurt you, Jean-Claude. You love someone else at last. Love is never free, Jean-Claude. It is the most expensive emotion we have, and I am going to see that you pay in full.” He stood in front of Jean-Claude, hands in fists by his side. He was trembling with the effort not to strike out. Jean-Claude had stopped crying, but I wasn’t sure he’d fight back. In that moment I realized he didn’t want to hurt Asher. Guilt is a many splendored thing. Problem was, Asher wanted to hurt him.
I stepped between them. I took a step forward. Asher was either going to have to step back or we’d be touching. He stepped back, staring down at me as if I’d just appeared. He’d forgotten me for just a second.
“Love isn’t the most expensive emotion, Asher,” I said. I took another step forward, and he retreated another step. “Hate is. Because hate will eat you up inside and destroy you, long before it kills you.”
“Very philosophical,” he said.
“Philosophy’s great,” I said. “But remember this: don’t ever threaten us again. Because if you do, I’ll kill you. Because I don’t give a fuck about your tortured past. Now, shall we go?”
Asher stared at me for a few heartbeats. “By all means. I cannot wait to introduce you to the council.”
He meant it to be ominous, and it was. I didn’t want to go and meet the bogeymen of vampirekind, but we were going. One thing I’d learned about master vampires. You can run, but not far enough. You can even hide, but not forever. Eventually, they catch you. And master vampires don’t like to be kept waiting.
10
I DROVE. ASHER gave directions. He also hung on the back of the seat. I didn’t ask him to buckle up for safety. Jean-Claude sat in the passenger seat next to me, silent, not looking at Asher or me.
“Something’s wrong,” Jean-Claude said.
I glanced at him. “You mean besides the council coming to town?” He shook his head. “Can’t you feel it?”
“I don’t feel anything.”
“That is the problem.” He turned as far as the seat belt would let him and met Asher’s eyes. “What is happening to my people?”
Asher sat so his face showed perfectly in the rearview mirror, as if he wanted me to see him. He smiled. His whole face moved when he smiled. The scarred skin had muscles underneath. Everything seemed to work just fine except for the scars. The look on his face was smug, self-satisfied. The kind of joy that cats get from tormenting mice.
“I do not know what is happening to them, but you should. You are—after all—Master of the City.”
“What’s going on, Jean-Claude? What else is wrong?” I asked.
“I should be able to feel my people, ma petite. If I concentrate, it is like…background noise. I can feel the ebb and flow of them. In extreme duress I can feel their pain, their fear. Now I am concentrating, and it is like a blank wall.”
“Balthasar’s master has kept you from hearing the cries of your vampires,” Asher said.
Jean-Claude’s hand lashed out in a blur of speed that was almost magical. He grabbed Asher’s coat collar, twisting it into a choking ring. “I—have—done—nothing—wrong. They have no right to harm my people.”
Asher didn’t try to get away. He just stared at him. “There is an empty seat on the council for the first time in over four thousand years. Whoever empties that seat takes that seat. That is the law of succession.”
Jean-Claude released Asher, slowly. “I don’t want it.”
“You shouldn’t have killed the Earthmover, then.”
“He would have killed us,” I said.
“Council’s privilege,” Asher said.
“That’s ridiculous,” I said. “You’re saying because we didn’t roll over and die, we’re going to be killed now?”
“No one has come here planning to kill anyone,” Asher said. “Believe me, that was my vote, but I was the minority. The council just wants to make sure that Jean-Claude isn’t trying to set up his own little council.”
Jean-Claude and I both looked at him. I had to swing my attention back to the road before I was ready to stop being astonished.
“You are babbling, Asher,” Jean-Claude said.
“Not everyone is happy with the current council’s rules. Some say they are old-fashioned.”
“People have been saying that for four hundred years,” Jean-Claude said.
“Yes, but until now there was no alternative. Some see your refusal of the council seat as a blow for a new order.”
“You know why I did not take it.”
Asher laughed, a low roll that played along my skin. “Whatever do you mean, Jean-Claude?”
“I am not powerful enough to hold a council seat. The first challenger would sense that and kill me, then they would have my council seat. I would be a stalking-horse.”
“Yet you killed a council member. How did you manage that, Jean-Claude?” He leaned on the back of my seat. I could feel him. He picked up a curl of my hair, and I jerked my head away.
“Where the hell are we going? You were supposed to give directions,” I said.
“There is no need for directions,” Jean-Claude said. “They have taken the Circus.”
“What?” I stared at him, and the only thing that kept the Jeep from swerving was luck. “What did you say?”
“Don’t you understand yet? The Traveler, Balthasar’s master, blocked my powers and the powers of my vampires, and kept them from reaching out to me.”
“Your wolves. You should have felt something from your wolves. They’re your animal to call,” I said.
Jean-Claude turned to Asher. “Only one vampire could have kept my wolves from calling out for help. The Master of Beasts.”
Asher rested his chin on the back of my seat. I felt him nod.
“Get off my seat,” I said.
He raised his head but didn’t really move back.
“They must think me powerful indeed to send two council masters,” Jean-Claude said.
Asher made a harsh sound. “Only you, Jean-Claude, would be arrogant enough to believe that two council masters came to this country just for you.”
“If not to teach me a lesson, then why are they here?” Jean-Claude asked.
“Our dark queen wished to know how this legality is working for the vampires in the States. We have traveled from Boston to New Orleans to San Francisco. She chose what cities we would visit, and in what order. Our dark queen left St. Louis, and you, for last.”
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