He gave a long sigh. “No, ma petite, it is not on purpose. I did not realize that it was happening to the others.”
“Why isn’t it happening to our vampires?”
I think he laughed. “Our vampires, ma petite?”
“You know what I mean.”
“Yes, ma petite, I know what you mean. I have been protecting our people.”
“Don’t take this wrong, but I’m surprised you had the juice to keep the council from messing with your people.”
“In truth, ma petite, so am I.”
“So you’re more powerful than Malcolm now?”
“It would appear so,” he said quietly.
I thought about that for a minute. “But why the early rising? Why the increased hunger? Why would the council want that to be happening?”
“They do not want it, ma petite. It is merely a side effect of their proximity.”
“Explain,” I said.
“Their very presence will give unprotected vampires extra power: early rising, perhaps other gifts. The more voracious appetite and lack of control of the younger ones could mean that the council has decided not to feed while in my territory. I know the Traveler can take energy through lesser vampires without possessing them.”
“So he takes part of the blood they drink?”
“Oui, ma petite.”
“Are the others feeding?” I asked.
“If all of the Church’s members are experiencing this difficulty, I would think not. I think the Traveler has found a way to drain energy for all of them, though I cannot imagine Yvette going for even a night without causing pain to someone.”
“She has Warrick to pick on.” The moment I said it, I realized I hadn’t had a chance to tell Jean-Claude about Warrick’s little daytime excursion, or his warning. Jean-Claude had woken from his sleep while I was at the hospital surrounded by wereanimals. Since then I’d been moving from one emergency to another.
“Warrick came to visit me while you were out for the day,” I said.
“What do you mean, ma petite?”
I told him. All of it.
He was silent. Only his soft breathing let me know he was still there. Finally, he spoke. “I knew that Yvette gained power through her master, but I did not realize he was dampening Warrick’s abilities.” He laughed suddenly. “Perhaps that is why I did not realize I was a master vampire while I was with the council that first time. Perhaps my master, too, was preventing my powers from blossoming.”
“Does Warrick’s warning change our plans?” I asked.
“We are committed to a formal entertainment, ma petite. If we refuse to pay the price for your wereleopards, then we will give Padma and Yvette the very excuse they need to challenge us. Breaking faith once your word is given is an almost unforgivable sin among us.”
“I’ve endangered us,” I said.
“Oui, but being who you are, you could not do less. Warrick a master vampire, who would have thought it? He has been Yvette’s plaything for so very long.”
“How long?” I asked.
Jean-Claude was quiet for a heartbeat or two, then, “He was a knight of the Crusades, ma petite.”
“Which crusade? There were several,” I said.
“So nice to talk to someone who knows their history, ma petite. But you have been near him. What age is he?”
I thought about it. “Nine hundred, give or take.”
“Which would mean?”
“I don’t like being quizzed, Jean-Claude. The First Crusade in the late 1000s.”
“Exactement.”
“So Yvette was old even then,” I said.
“Do you not know her age?”
“She’s a thousand years old. But it’s a soft one thousand. I’ve met vamps her age that scared the hell out of me. She doesn’t.”
“Yes, Yvette is terrifying but not because of her age, or her power. She can live until the end of the world and she will never be a master among us.”
“And that gripes her ass,” I said.
“Crudely but accurately put, ma petite.”
“I’m going to ask the Traveler for help.”
“We have bargained for all the aid we will ever get from them, ma petite. Do not put yourself further in their debt. I beg this of you.”
“You’ve never begged anything of me,” I said.
“Then heed me now, ma petite. Do not do this.”
“I’m not going to bargain,” I said.
He let out a breath as if he’d been holding it. “Good, ma petite, very good.”
“I’m just going to ask.”
“Ma petite, ma petite, what have I just told you?”
“Look, we’re trying to save vampire lives here, not just human. Vampires are legal in this country. It doesn’t just mean you get privileges. It comes with a price. Or it should.”
“You are going to appeal to the council’s sense of justice?” He didn’t bother to keep the incredulity out of his voice. In fact, he played on it.
Put that way it sounded silly, but…“The council is partially to blame for what’s happening. They’ve endangered their own people. Good leaders don’t do that.”
“No one has ever accused them of being good leaders, ma petite. They just are. It is not a question of good or bad. We fear them, and that is enough.”
“Bullshit. That isn’t enough. It isn’t even close to enough.”
He sighed. “Promise me only that you will not bargain with them. Make your request but do not offer them anything for their aid. You must swear this to me, ma petite. Please.”
It was the “please” that did it, and the fear in his voice. “I promise. It’s their job to do this. You don’t bargain to get someone to do what they’re supposed to do in the first place.”
“You are a wondrous combination of cynicism and naiveté, ma petite.”
“You think it’s naive to expect the council to help the vampires of this city?”
“They will ask what is in it for them, ma petite. What will you say?”
“I’ll tell them it’s their duty, and call them honorless bastards if they don’t do it.”
He did laugh then. “I would pay to hear this conversation.”
“Would it help for you to listen in?”
“No. If they suspect it is my idea, they will demand a price. Only you, ma petite, could be this naive before them and hope to be believed.”
I didn’t think of myself as naive, and it bugged me that he did. Of course, he was nearly three centuries older than I was. Madonna probably seemed naive to him. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
“Oh, the Traveler will make very certain that I know the outcome.”
“Am I about to get you in trouble?”
“We are already in trouble, ma petite. It cannot get much deeper.”
“Was that meant to be comforting?” I asked.
“Un peu,” he said.
“That meant ‘a little,’ right?”
“Oui, ma petite. Vous dispose a apprendre.”
“Stop it,” I said.
“As you like.” He lowered his voice to a seductive whisper, as if it wasn’t already the voice of wet dreams. “What were you doing when I awoke today?”
I’d almost forgotten about my little hospital adventure. Now it came rushing back hard enough to bring heat to my face. “Nothing.”
“No, no, ma petite, that is not correct. You were most certainly doing something.”
“Did Stephen and Nathaniel arrive at the house?”
“They did.”
“Great. I’ll talk to you later.”
“You refuse to answer my question?”
“No, I just don’t know a short version that doesn’t make me feel like a slut. I don’t have time for a longer version right now. So, can you wait?”
“I will wait for all eternity, if my lady asks it.”
“Can the crap, Jean-Claude.”
“If I wish you luck with the council, would that please you mo
re?”
“Yeah, yeah.”
“It is all right to be a lady, Anita. It is not a bad thing being a woman.”
“You try being one, then talk to me,” I said. I hung up. “My lady” sounded like my dog. Ownership. I was his human servant. Short of killing him, I couldn’t change that. But I didn’t belong to him. If I belonged to anybody, I belonged to me. And that was how I was going to approach the council, as me: Anita Blake, vampire executioner, police liaison for the monsters. They wouldn’t listen to Jean-Claude’s human servant, but they might listen to me.
44
THOMAS ANSWERED THE phone at the Circus. “They have you doing flunky work?” I asked.
“Excuse me?” he said.
“Sorry, this is Anita Blake.”
He was quiet for a second, then, “I’m sorry, we are not open for business until nightfall.”
“Is Fernando there?”
“Yes, that’s right. Nightfall.”
“I need to talk to the Traveler, Thomas. I’m asking this on police business, not as Jean-Claude’s human servant. We’ve got some vampires in trouble, and I think he can help.”
“Yes, we do take reservations,” he said.
I gave him the number of Dolph’s car phone. “We don’t have a lot of time, Thomas. If he won’t help me, I’ve got to go in with cops and firemen on my own.”
“I look forward to seeing you tonight.” He hung up.
Life would be so much easier if Fernando were dead. Besides, I’d promised Sylvie we’d kill him. I always tried to keep my promises.
Dolph was leaning in the door wanting to know what was taking so long, when the phone rang. I looked at him. He nodded and moved away. I picked up.
“Yes.”
“I am told you needed to speak with me.”
I wondered whose lips he was using, whose body. “Thank you for calling me back, Traveler.” A little politeness couldn’t hurt.
“Thomas was surprisingly eloquent on your behalf. What do you wish of me?”
I explained as briefly as possible.
“And what do you wish me to do about this problem of yours?”
“You can stop taking energy through them. That would help.”
“Then I must feed on live humans. Is there someone you would offer in their place for each of us?”
“No, no offers, no bargains. This is police business, Traveler. I’m speaking with the authority of human law behind me, not Jean-Claude.”
“What is human law to me? To us?”
“If we go down there and they attack us, I’ll end up killing some of them. They may kill policemen, firemen. That’s bad publicity with Brewster’s Law to be decided this fall. The council has stopped all vampires in this country from fighting amongst themselves until the law is finalized. Surely slaughtering policemen is forbidden, too?”
“It is,” he said. His voice was so careful. He gave me nothing. I couldn’t tell if he was angry or amused or gave a damn either way.
“I’m asking you to help me save the lives of your vampires.”
“They belong to this Church of yours. They are not mine,” he said.
“But the council is the overall leadership of the vampires, right?”
“We are their ultimate law.”
I didn’t like the phrasing, but I plowed ahead. “You could find out case by case if the vampires were alive or dead in the burned-out buildings. You could keep the vamps from rising early and attacking us here.”
“I think you overestimate my powers, Anita.”
“I don’t think so,” I said.
“If Jean-Claude will supply us with…food, I will be more than happy to cease borrowing from the others.”
“No, you get nothing for this, Traveler.”
“If you give me nothing, I give you nothing,” he said.
“Dammit, this isn’t a game.”
“We are vampires, Anita. Do you not understand what that means? We are apart from your world. What happens to you does not affect us.”
“Bullshit. Some fanatics are out here trying to duplicate the Inferno all over again. That affects you. Thomas and Gideon have had to repel invaders while you slept. It does affect you.”
“It doesn’t matter. We are in your world, but not of it,” he said.
“Look, that may have worked in the 1500s or whenever, but the minute vampires became legal citizens, it changed. A vampire got taken to the hospital in an ambulance. They are doing their best to keep him alive, whatever the hell that means for you guys. Firemen are risking their lives to go into burned-out buildings to save vampires. The fanatics are trying to kill you, but the rest of us humans are trying to save you.”
“Then you are fools,” he said.
“Maybe,” I said, “but we poor humans have taken oaths to protect and serve. We honor our promises.”
“Are you implying I do not?”
“I’m saying that if you don’t help us here, today, then you aren’t worthy to be council. You aren’t leaders. You’re just parasites feeding on the fear of your followers. True leaders don’t leave their people to die, not if they can save them.”
“Parasites. May I tell the rest of the council your so high opinion of us?” He was angry now. I could hear it like heat across the line.
“Yeah, tell them all. But mark me on this, Traveler, vampires can’t just gain privileges with legal citizenship. They also gain responsibilities to the human law that made them legal.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah, that’s so. This mysterious ‘in your world but not a part of it’ may have worked in the past. But welcome to the twentieth century, because that’s what legal status means. Once you’re citizens who pay taxes, own businesses, marry, inherit, have children, you can’t hide in some crypt somewhere and count the decades. You are a part of our world now.”
“I will think upon what you have said, Anita Blake.”
“When I get off the phone with you, I’m going inside the house. We’re going to start bringing out the vamps in body bags to protect them in case the floor caves in. If they rise as revenants while we’re doing it, it’ll be a bloodbath.”
“I am aware of the problems,” he said.
“Are you aware that it’s the presence of the council that’s giving them the energy to possibly rise this early in the day?”
“I cannot change the effect our presence has on the lesser vampires. If this Malcolm wishes to claim the status of master, then it is his duty to keep his people safe. I cannot do it for him.”
“Can’t or won’t?” I asked.
“Can’t,” he said.
Hmmm. “Maybe I have overestimated your powers. My apologies if I have.”
“Accepted, and I understand how rare it is for you to apologize for anything, Anita.” The phone went dead.
I hit the button that turned off the buzzing line.
Dolph walked back as I got out of the car. “Well?” Dolph asked.
I shrugged. “Looks like we go in without vampire backup.”
“You can’t depend on them, Anita, not for backup.” He took my hand, something he’d never done, squeezing it. “This is all you can count on. One human to another. The monsters don’t give a shit about us. If you think they do, then you are fooling yourself.” He dropped my hand and walked away before I could think of a comeback. Just as well. After talking to the Traveler, I wasn’t sure I had one.
45
AN HOUR LATER I was dressed in a Hazardous Materials suit—Haz-Mat for short. It was bulky, to say the least, and turned into a portable sauna in the St. Louis heat. Heavy tape was wrapped around my elbows and wrists, securing the seal between gloves and sleeves. I’d walked out of the boots twice, so they taped my legs, too. I felt like an astronaut who had gone to the wrong tailor. Insult to injury, there was a Self-Contained Breathing Apparatus, SCBA, strapped to my back. Add Underwater and you got SCUBA, but we weren’t planning to go underwater. I was grateful for that.
There wa
s a mask that covered the entire face instead of a mouthpiece with regulator, but other than that, it was damn close to SCUBA gear. I had my diving certification. Got it back in college and keep it updated. If you let it slide, you have to take the whole damn training course over again. Updating was less painful. I was delaying putting on the mask as long as possible. Due to a diving accident in Florida, I’ve got claustrophobia now. Not bad enough for elevators to be a problem, but enclosed in the suit, with a mask about to cover my face and the Haz-Mat helmet going over my entire head—I was panicking and didn’t know what to do about it.
“Do you really think all this is necessary?” I asked for the dozenth time. If they’d just give me a regular fire helmet with the SCBA, I could handle it.
“If you go in with us, yes,” Corporal Tucker said. Her three inches of extra height didn’t help much. We both looked like we were wearing hand-me-downs.
“There’s the possibility of disease contamination if there are bodies floating in the basement,” Lieutenant Wren said.
“Will there really be that much water in the basement?”
They exchanged glances. “You’ve never been in a house after a fire, have you?” Tucker asked.
“No.”
“You’ll understand once we’re in,” she said.
“Sounds ominous.”
“It’s not meant to,” she said.
Tucker didn’t have much of a sense of humor, and Wren had too much. He’d been entirely too solicitous while we were wriggling into the suits. He’d made sure he taped me up and was even now wasting a brilliant smile on me. But it was nothing too overt. Nothing obvious enough for me to say, look I have a boyfriend. For all I knew, he was always like this and I’d look an ass for taking it personally.
“Put the mask on, and I’ll help you fit the hood over it,” Wren said.
I shook my head. “Just give me a regular helmet and I’ll use the SCBA.”
“If you fall in the water without the hood sealed, Anita, you might as well not have the suit at all.”
“I’ll take my chances,” I said.
Tucker said, “You had trouble walking from the Haz-Mat truck to here. You’ll get better with practice, but in deep water, even we’ll have trouble keeping our feet.”
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