Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Collection 6-10

by Laurell Hamilton

  The only chairs open at the table gave their backs to the bay window and the sliding glass door. I hated sitting with my back to a window or a door—especially a door. Nathaniel touched Zane’s arm. He glanced back at me then got up, coffee cup and all, and went around to the chair that backed the door. Cherry sat beside him, though her chair had been Claudia’s, and it was turned so that she had the view of both doors. Cherry moved the chair closer to Zane, giving her back to all that glass.

  There’d been a time when I wasn’t this careful, especially at home, but today was going to be one of my paranoid days. Insecurity had that effect on me, even emotional insecurity.

  Claudia sat beside me. Igor leaned against the island behind me, keeping an eye on Merle, I think. They didn’t seem to like each other.

  I took the first sip of coffee, hot, black, and let the warmth fill me for a few seconds, before I asked, “Where’s Gregory?”

  “Stephen and Vivian took him back to their apartment,” Cherry said.

  “But he’s alright?” I asked.

  She nodded, smiling that smile that made her look years younger than we both were. “He’s healed, Anita. You healed him.”

  “I called his beast, I didn’t heal him.”

  She shrugged. “Same difference.”

  I shook my head. “No, I couldn’t heal him last night.”

  She frowned, and even that was pretty. She was buzzed today, shining with it. I glanced at Zane, who was still gazing at her. Maybe it was love for both of them. Something had certainly put a twinkle in her eye.

  “For heaven’s sake, Anita, you saved him, does it really matter how you did it?”

  It was my turn to shrug. “I just don’t like the fact that Raina’s munin seems to be interfering more and more when I try to heal.”

  The doorbell rang, and I jumped like I’d been shot. Nervous—who me?

  “I ordered take-out,” Nathaniel said.

  I looked at him. “Please tell me it’s Chinese.”

  He nodded, smiling, I think at my pleased expression. We’d discovered that though no Chinese restaurant would ordinarily deliver out this far, that for a sizable tip, and I mean sizable, they’d make an exception for us. Nathaniel got up, but Caleb pushed away from the door. “I’ll get it. I don’t seem to be much use for anything else.” He set his mug on the island and threaded his way between us to vanish into the living room.

  “What’s his problem today?” I asked.

  Igor answered, “He tried to get friendly with Claudia.”

  “And me,” Cherry said.

  I looked from Cherry’s smiling face to Claudia’s frown. “And he’s not bleeding or bruised?”

  “It wasn’t necessary to hurt him,” Claudia said, “only to be very, very clear.” The tone in her voice and the look in her eyes made my own eyes go cold. I don’t know if I’d ever met a woman that had that effect on me. It made me feel sexist to say that it was more unnerving because she was a woman, but it was still true.

  Her nostrils flared, and I watched all of them sniff the air. Everyone moved at once, scattering around the room. Claudia stood, grabbed my arm—my gun arm—and pulled me back towards the far side of the kitchen and the wall. She already had her gun out in her right hand. I jerked my gun arm free as Igor moved with her and they stood in front of me, blocking my view. Igor had his gun out, too. I was about to ask what the hell was going on, when I smelled it. The acrid, musty scent of snakes.

  I had the Browning out and pointed at the door, sighted two-handed when the first snake man came through the kitchen doorway with Caleb in front of him, a sawed-off shotgun pressed into the angle of his jaw. “Anyone moves, and he dies.”

  40

  EVERYONE FROZE , AS if we’d all taken a collective breath and held it. “No one has to die here,” the snake man said. He looked at me with a huge copper-colored eye. The strong black stripe that edged the eyes looked like dramatic makeup. There were no scars on this one’s face. He was shorter and seemed younger. His scaled face almost managed a smile, but the jaw of a snake is just not made for smiling. His eyes were as empty and alien as the rest of him. “Our boss just wants to talk to Ms. Blake, that’s all.”

  “Have him pick up the damn phone and make an appointment,” I said. I was staring down the barrel of the Browning at a point near the center of his chest, far enough up from Caleb’s head that I wasn’t worried about shooting him, but close enough to the throat that with the ammo I had in the gun it might pretty much decapitate him. If he ever moved the gun barrel out of Caleb’s jaw. A sawed-off shotgun, with silver shot at touching range, and Caleb would be gone. I didn’t much like him, but I couldn’t let the bad guys blow his head off, could I?

  “He didn’t think you’d come,” the snake man said.

  “You go away, have him call, and I promise to give it the consideration it deserves.” My voice was quiet because I was stilling my breath as much as I could, waiting for that one shot, if it ever came.

  The snake man ground the barrel into Caleb’s neck, until he forced a small pain sound from him. “This is silver shot, Ms. Blake. At this range it’ll take his head.”

  “The second after he dies, so do you.” Claudia said it, her voice as quiet and steady as the arm that held the gun that was pointed at the snake man’s head.

  He gave a hissing laugh, and it was echoed from behind him. More of the things started to move up in the open doorway. I caught a flash of silver metal, more guns. “No one else comes through that doorway, or I’ll blow you away and let Caleb take his chances.”

  He pushed the barrel of the shotgun into Caleb’s jaw until the smaller man had to rise on tiptoe, and I saw the first hints of panic on his face. “I don’t think she likes you very much,” the snake man hissed.

  “Doesn’t matter,” I said. “I’m not letting you bring more guns into this room.”

  “You promise not to hurt Anita.” It was Merle. I’d almost forgotten him standing to one side and behind us.

  “We won’t harm a hair on her head.”

  “We can smell that you’re lying,” Claudia said.

  The snake head turned to one side, birdlike. “Most people can’t smell changes in us, can’t smell anything but the stink of snake.”

  Cherry’s voice. “Anita.”

  My eyes flickered to her, and I saw movement outside the sliding glass doors. They were trying to flank us. “We’ve got movement on this side,” Igor said.

  For once other people had guns, and they seemed to know what they were doing. How refreshing. My gaze turned back to the snake man in time to see him motion with the barrel of the gun towards the glass. “We have the house surrounded. There is no need for all of you to die.”

  Claudia fired a second before I did. Her bullet hit him in the face, mine took him high on the chest, low on the neck. His head vanished in a welter of blood and thicker things. My ears rang with the shots in the small space. The snake’s body jerked back; the shotgun went off as his hand convulsed. Caleb threw himself to the floor towards us. Two more snake men came through the door shoulder-to-shoulder, both with shotguns. Claudia said, “Left.”

  I shot the one on the right, and she took the one on the left. Both of us hit what we aimed at, and the two fell to the floor, one shotgun skidding across the floor towards us.

  Another shotgun blast exploded to our left. I turned towards the noise, I couldn’t help it. The sliding glass door had shattered, and I hadn’t heard the sound of falling glass, just the shotgun roaring. Igor was kneeling, using the island as cover, as he put two shots into the chest of a man. The man fell to his knees, abruptly, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

  “Incoming,” Claudia said, and I turned back to the other door. I could see the barrel of a shiny revolver, something nickel plated. Claudia was standing with her body pressed to the cabinets on the near wall, almost hidden from the door. She fired twice at that shiny barrel, and there was a scream that overrode the ringing in my ears. A screaming t
hat went on and on like the squeal of a baby rabbit when a cat gets it. Dimly, I heard someone yell, “Shut up, Felix!”

  Shots showered into the room from the side of the inner door that neither Claudia nor I could see and still stay hidden. Someone touched my arm, and I whirled, smacking into Nathaniel with the barrel of the Browning. He pointed. Igor was on the floor, on his side, with the first hint of crimson trickling across the floor. I saw Zane and Cherry under the table, hugging the ground. I caught a glimpse of Merle farther back, tucked into the corner of the cabinets, probably better hidden than any of us. What do you do in a gunfight if you have no gun, hide? I had a moment of meeting Merle’s eyes, before I turned back to the wreckage.

  A man stepped through the broken sliding glass door, a pump-action shotgun in his hands. He pumped a round in as he stepped through the door. I shot him three times before his knees collapsed from under him. He should have had the round pumped in before he stepped through the door.

  Claudia was putting bullets into the inner door. I don’t think she was hitting anything now, but she was keeping them from rushing us. Nothing else moved in the broken door, but I stayed crouched, gun aimed two-handed at the opening.

  Bullets rained down from the inner door, and Claudia and I hugged the cabinets. I kept an eye on the far door, but I couldn’t keep aimed and take cover at the same time. Another shotgun blast roared through the room from the little window above the sink. It took a big bite out of the island cabinets. I was as low to the ground as I could get, on my butt, pressed to the cabinets, but I kept the Browning on the sliding glass door. The shotgun sent another blast through the little window, and the shots from the living room came one after the other, not aiming, just keeping us where we were. I kept my eyes and my gun on the far door. They were shooting to cover something, and that was the only door left.

  Three of them came through the sliding door, and everything slowed down. I was seeing the world through crystal, everything sharp edged. I had all the time in the world to see the two snakes and the lion man Marco come through in a blur of movement that was so fast I knew that none of them was human. I saw the shotguns, long and black, barrels impossibly long; the lion, Marco, had a 9 mil in each hand. I had an impression of blond and golden fur, before my first bullet took him in the side, spun him around. Claudia fired into one of the snakes, dropped him, but the other shotgun roared, and I felt her stagger above me.

  I put two shots into the man’s chest, and he collapsed on the kitchen table, shotgun falling soundlessly to the floor.

  A bullet hit right next to me, and I saw Marco aiming from a prone position. I brought the Browning around to aim at him, but I was going to be too late. I watched him squeezing off the shot and knew he had me. There wasn’t time to be scared, just a calm thought, that he was going to shoot me, and I couldn’t stop him. Then a black blur was on his back, jerking him backwards, as the shot skidded along the floor in front of me. A wereleopard in man form threw the man out of the door and vanished after him.

  I kept my eye on the door, but nothing moved. Something dripped on my face, warm, almost hot. Claudia slumped down the cabinets, to sit, legs sprawled out in front of her, gun still gripped in her hand, but loosely. I gave myself a second to see that her right shoulder and arm was a mass of red, then I turned back to the sliding glass door. I hugged the cabinet beside her. If they came through from the living room, then I could get some of them. If they rushed us from both doors at once, it was over.

  I saw movement in the far corner and found Merle on his feet with a shotgun in one hand and a snake in the other. He’d pulled him through the window. It was another pump, and he pumped a round in the chamber with one hand, tearing his fingers through the throat of the snake with the other.

  I saw his mouth move more than heard him and knew the lack of sound wasn’t just shock, it was too much gunfire in a small room. I thought he said, “I’ve got this door.” I eased around Claudia and tried to cover the living room, having to trust that Merle really could handle the other door. Claudia’s eyes rolled as I moved around her. Her mouth moved, but I couldn’t hear her. She began to reach her left hand towards her motionless right, as if the right hand couldn’t move. I kept an eye on the door, but felt her painfully slow movements as she transferred the gun to her left hand. Since I was pressed just above her body, I hoped that she practiced left-handed. I’d hate to get shot by accident, when I was so much more likely to get shot on purpose.

  Nothing happened for what seemed like forever; the silence was utterly still. My hearing came back in stages. I heard Caleb muttering over and over again, “Mother fucking son of a bitch, mother fucking son of a bitch.” He was curled against the far cabinets behind me, making as small a target of himself as he could. Nathaniel actually had Igor’s dropped handgun and was pointing it at the sliding glass door. I’d taught Nathaniel the basics of guns. I had too many around for him not to know something about them, but watching him lean against the island cabinets above Igor’s body, the gun held two-handed, his left arm steadied against the cabinet edge, I knew he’d shoot whoever came through that door. If he was actually going to start picking up guns during fights, I was going to have to take him out to the range with me more.

  Of course, that presupposed we would all live to do anything else. The silence stretched, until the wind sighing through the trees outside the broken glass seemed loud.

  A voice came from the direction of the deck. “It’s me, it’s Micah.” The voice was a deep, growling bass.

  “It doesn’t sound like Micah,” I called back.

  “It sounds like me when I’m not in human form,” the voice said.

  I said, “Merle?”

  “It’s Micah,” he said.

  “Come into the doorway, slowly,” I said.

  The black wereleopard eased through the broken doorway, claws held in the air. The dark shape seemed to fill the doorway. In leopardman form he was over six feet, broader through the shoulders, bulkier all over, as if he had muscles in this shape that he didn’t have in human form. His fur gleamed like ebony, sunlight caressed his side, bringing out black-on-black rosettes like sable flowers crushed into velvet. Pale skin showed through at his chest, stomach, lower. In the movies the wolfmen are sexless, smooth as a Barbie doll. In real life, they are very much male. Somehow it was easier to see him naked in half-human form and not be the least bit embarrassed. I just didn’t see the shapeshifters as sex objects once the fur started to flow.

  “Where’s the guy you threw out the door?” I asked.

  “He got away.”

  “I don’t hear anyone in the living room,” Merle said.

  “They all went out the front door,” Zane said, “or at least the room looks clear.” He and Cherry were still crouched under the kitchen table, flat to the ground.

  “I’ll check the living room,” Micah said.

  “These bad guys have silver bullets. I wouldn’t be so cavalier about it,” I said.

  He nodded and his head was mostly leopard, very little left of the man he was, except, strangely, those chartreuse eyes. They marked him as alien, other, in human form, but as that furred and muscled body stalked past me, those same eyes marked him as Micah. The color was richer. Encircled with black fur, the eyes were even more striking. He hesitated in the doorway, then crept through, going low, making as small a target of himself as he could. It was rare to see a lycanthrope that took advantage of cover. Most of them seemed to see themselves as invulnerable, which was usually true, but not today. Igor was very still on the floor, and Claudia’s shoulder looked like so much meat. She was slumped against the cabinets. Her left hand still gripped the gun, though the hand was motionless on the floor, as if she had no use of the arm.

  When I glanced down, the gun was pointed somewhere in the direction of the sliding glass doors. The hand wavered enough that I was nervous crouching over her, but she fought that shaking limb so that she never quite compromised the line of my body. The right side of her b
ody was soaked with blood, and her eyes were having trouble focusing. I think only shear stubbornness was keeping her conscious.

  My gaze flicked to Igor’s still form and the bodies piled in the doorways. If Igor was breathing, I couldn’t see it. “Check his pulse, Nathaniel.”

  Nathaniel glanced down at the man, gave me a second of eye contact, then turned back to staring at the broken sliding door. “I’d hear his heart if it was still beating. Hear the blood in his body if it was still moving. It’s not.” He said all that with his head turned away from me. It made it somehow worse, more unnerving.

  Micah appeared in the far doorway. “There’s no one left alive in here.” He stepped over the pile of bodies in the door, and even that movement was gliding, his balance forward on the feet, which were somewhere between human and leopard. Was I really going to be a leopard when the moon came full this month? Was this dark, graceful shape, this muscular shadow, what I had inside of me?

  I pushed the question away; we had other more pressing problems, like the wounded. I’d concentrate on the emergencies and try to let everything else go. It was one of my specialties. I put my fingers against Claudia’s neck, trying to check her pulse. She shrugged her shoulders, moving just enough so I couldn’t check it. “I’m fine,” she said, voice harsh. “I’m fine.”

  That was so obviously not true, I didn’t even argue. Until I checked the house personally, I wouldn’t believe we had the all-clear, but my industrial size first-aid kit was in the pantry, and I knew the immediate area was safe. “Cherry crawl out from under the table on this side and get the first-aid kit.” I stood up and moved around the cabinets so I’d be able to see both the living room and the sliding glass door, not to mention the bay window over the breakfast nook.