Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Collection 6-10

by Laurell Hamilton

  “Maybe that was a little too quick,” I said. “Why do you want to revolt, and why do you want my help?”

  “I told you, I fear that Chimera will destroy us all. The only way to prevent that is to kill him.”

  Well, that was blunt. “So, why my help?”

  “You have a certain reputation for deadly force.”

  “You talk like an English professor,” I said, “or an expensive lawyer. Why not just kill him yourself?”

  “The others that follow him, fear him, they would not trust that I alone could guarantee his death.”

  “And I can?”

  “You and your people, yes.”

  “My leopards are not going inside.”

  Nathaniel said, “Anita . . .”

  I shook my head. “No, I won’t endanger the rest of you to save one of you.”

  “What kind of pard would we be if we allowed our Nimir-Ra to go into danger alone?”

  “A pard that obeyed orders,” I said.

  He leaned back against the wall, but there was an unusually stubborn set to his face that said maybe, just maybe, he’d been picking up more than just weapons skill from hanging around with me. Was stubbornness catching?

  “Not your leopards, but the wolves, and the rats.”

  “The rats aren’t mine.” And I’m not the wolves’ lupa anymore.

  “Rafael is already on his way here with some of our people,” Bobby Lee said.

  I frowned at him. “Well, nice you mentioned that.”

  He shrugged. If he was getting tired of pressing the gun into Zeke’s back, it didn’t show. “Rafael is my alpha, not you, ma’am.”

  “I understand that, but if we’re going to get along, you still need to keep me informed. I’ve had enough surprises for one day.”

  “Amen to that,” he said.

  “Where are Micah and Cherry being held?” I asked.

  Zeke shook his great wolfish head. “No, not until you agree to help us.”

  “Chimera wanted to blackmail me into being his sweetie, you want to blackmail me into helping you kill him. I don’t see much difference.”

  “The only way to stop Chimera and those still loyal to him is their death. I propose that we pool our resources and accomplish that.”

  “You talk awful pretty for a goon.”

  “I am his goon because when he conquered my small pack of wolves, he forced me into this form and kept me in it. When he allowed me to try and change back, this was the best I could do.”

  I looked into those human eyes. “Only your eyes,” I said.

  “Only my eyes.”

  The eyes were usually one of the first things to go animal if you stayed in beast form too long at a time. His eyes being the only thing human was odd. But I didn’t ask him to explain, because we were eating up our time and I wanted Micah and Cherry back.

  “In this form,” Zeke said, “I can be nothing else but a goon, an enforcer. I cannot be human.”

  I didn’t try to argue that he was human. I let it go. “Let’s cut to the chase. Bobby Lee, will Rafael help on this?”

  “I think so. He’s coming with enough soldiers to make a good show.”

  I looked at Bacchus. “Will the werehyenas join forces with their, what, oppressors? Will you guys help Zeke and his people?”

  “Zeke always tried to save us pain. He always spoke for moderation.” Bacchus nodded. “I think the others will agree to work with him, but whether they’ll agree to let everyone live afterwards, that I can’t promise.”

  “If we help you destroy him,” Zeke said, “then you turn around and slaughter us, we have gained nothing.”

  In looking between Bacchus and Zeke I’d glanced back over the photos. I’d spent the last few minutes not thinking about them. I’d managed to concentrate on other things, but it was as if that one glance had torn through all the barriers that usually kept me from doing stupid shit. I stood up, abruptly enough that everyone looked at me.

  “Would you kill Zeke?” I asked.

  “No, but Marco, he has to die,” Bacchus said.

  “Why?” I asked.

  “He and the snake men have to die,” Bacchus said.

  “Agreed,” Zeke said. Then he looked up at me. “And I think I know a way to have the wolves involved.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “Chimera is wolf, hyena, leopard, lion, bear, and snake.”

  “He’s behind the disappearances of the other alphas,” I said.

  Zeke nodded.

  “Are they alive?”

  “The lion and the dog are. Chimera hasn’t been able to force them to change form yet. He never kills anyone unless he can break them first.”

  “Is Narcissus alive?” This from Bacchus.

  “Yes,” Zeke said. “Chimera has not been able to break him either.”

  “How will any of this interest the wolves?” I asked. I’d gone to stand on the other side of the kitchen doorway, opposite Bacchus. I couldn’t see the pictures from there.

  “Chimera’s never been able to find a dominant animal group that was weak enough to be taken over by outsiders before, until he heard of your wolf pack.”

  I stood up straighter, pushing away from the wall. “What do you mean?”

  “Jacob, Paris, and a few others are what’s left of my pack. Chimera couldn’t send me because my condition would raise questions.”

  “Are you saying that as soon as Jacob becomes Ulfric, he turns the pack over to Chimera?”

  “That was the plan,” Zeke said.

  “And now?” I asked.

  “Now either Jacob and the others agree to leave your pack where it is, or they die.”

  “You’d kill what’s left of your own pack, just like that?” I said.

  “They stopped being my pack a long time ago.”

  “So let me get this straight,” Bobby Lee said, “you want the rats, the wolves, and the leopards to join forces with the hyenas and whatever people of yours will join you and destroy the rest.”

  “Yes,” Zeke said.

  “And if we don’t?” Bobby Lee asked.

  “You talk as if you have many choices here,” Zeke said. “You do not. Chimera will do worse than kill your leopards. What he has allowed done to the hyenas is beyond any civilized tolerance. His sanity is slipping away, and there are those among his people that will do terrible things without a master to tell them no.”

  “It takes time to arrange an offensive like this,” Bobby Lee said.

  Zeke said, “I do not see a clock but time is running out. Anita must be in Chimera’s presence before two hours is over, or it will go badly for Micah and the leopard.”

  “You keep saying Micah and the leopard,” I said, “like you know Micah.” I had an awful thought, and I’d been slow not to think of it before. “Jacob was supposed to get the wolves for Chimera, and Micah was supposed to get the leopards.” I said it in an empty voice. My body felt empty, as if I were falling away inside myself, drowning in that great white static that allowed me to kill and not to think.

  “We thought their alpha was dead and it would be easy enough.” He looked at me. “We didn’t know about you, or rather didn’t understand what you were.”

  Gina spoke. “Once Micah met you, he knew it wouldn’t work. He tried to get Chimera to leave you and yours alone, but when you went up against Jacob, you became too big a threat. Chimera ordered you killed. Micah didn’t find out about the order until after everyone had left to come after you. He saved you.”

  I just looked at her. My mind was still trying to process the thought that Micah had lied to me the entire time I’d known him.

  “Micah told Chimera that you were going to be a panwere like him, and he might never find another one like himself. That’s why you can control the leopards and the wolves both.”

  I blinked at her. “I guess that’s one theory.” My voice sounded distant even to me.

  “Don’t you understand, Anita? I don’t think Micah believed it, but
it was all he could think of to keep you alive and him alive, and not to get the rest of us tortured.” She stood up, and pain tore across her face. Zeke steadied her, then she stood straight and she let the shawl fall away.

  Burns traced her pale shoulders. The rest of her chest was bare and lovely and unharmed, but as she turned to show her back, Gil gasped. Her back was patterned with burns, no, not burns, brands. Someone had branded her over and over again. The burns were fresh, some of them bloody raw, some with crisp blackened skin, as if the pressure hadn’t been even every time. Some of the marks were smeared around the edges, as if she’d moved, struggled.

  She turned back to face me, tears glittering in her eyes. “Every time Chimera sent Micah out he had Violet or me with him. If Micah didn’t do what he was told to do, then he’d hurt us.” She started walking towards me, hands holding her arms, as if to hold herself steady, but every step hurt, and it showed in the flinching of her eyes. “What would you do to keep this from happening to Nathaniel?”

  I met her eyes, but it took effort. “I’d do a lot, but I wouldn’t betray anyone.”

  The tears started slowly down her face, as if she were fighting not to cry. “He tortured Micah because Micah refused to help lure you into the ambush. Chimera is going to kill him, because he says that Micah is no longer his cat, but yours, that the wiles of a woman have won his loyalty.” She sobbed, and the movement must have hurt, because she bent forward, body spasming. I caught her by the arms to keep her from falling.

  “Oh, God,” she whispered, “it hurts.”

  My throat was tight. I held her elbows until she could stand again.

  “I’m Chimera’s message to you, Anita. He says he’ll do this to your leopard if you don’t come back with us.”

  “You’re not going back there,” I said.

  “He still has Cherry and Micah. If I don’t go back he’ll do this to her. I don’t think she’d survive it.” I understood what Gina meant. Not Cherry’s body, but her mind.

  She began to collapse towards the floor, slowly, me supporting her as gently as I could. “Micah knew what would happen to him when he refused to help trap you, but he still did it.” She was on her knees now, her hands gripping my arms tight, tight enough to hurt. “I would have lied and agreed to do anything to keep this from happening to me.” She sobbed again, and I held her arms to keep her from falling backwards onto her back on the floor. I held her while she shook in pain, and when she quieted, she said, in a voice more tears than noise, “I would have betrayed anyone to stop him from hurting me. But he didn’t want anything from me. Nothing I could say, or do, would stop it. Chimera promised Micah that only he would suffer for refusing, then once he was chained up and couldn’t get away they brought me in and made him watch.” She looked at me, eyes wide, full of awful things. “Chimera would have made Cherry or me take animal form. He said he’d never had a female beast before.”

  “That’s what he calls those of us trapped between forms,” Zeke said.

  Gina’s fingers dug into my arm, just a little. “Micah took our place. He’s alpha enough to have kept human form. He risked his human form for us. Merle was our Nimir-Raj but he wouldn’t risk his humanity for us. Micah took his place, our place. He’s our Nimir-Raj because he loves us, all of us. Micah offered to betray you to stop them from hurting me, but Chimera said he could smell that Micah was lying and that he would just get away and warn you. So he sent me with Zeke, because he trusts Zeke.”

  I looked at Zeke over her slowly collapsing form, trying to cradle her as she slid down, and not hurt her, but everything seemed to hurt. She was making small mewling sounds by the time I helped her lower herself to the floor. There was something in Zeke’s human eyes that didn’t need facial expressions to interpret.

  “Chimera must be stopped,” Zeke said, softly. “He must be stopped.”

  “Yes,” I said, still holding one of Gina’s hands, “yes, he must be stopped.”

  “Stopped, hell,” Bobby Lee said, “we need to kill his ass.”

  I nodded. “That, too.”

  64

  WE MADE IT back to the club with a little time to spare. The wererats had arrived in force at my house, and I’d left Rafael in charge of the rescue, because that’s what it would be. I was letting Zeke take me into the bad guy’s lair unarmed. Zeke would be carrying my weapons, and theoretically he’d give them back to me if I needed them, theoretically. But theory and practice aren’t always the same thing. Zeke had tried to kill me once; now I was supposed to trust him with my life. It seemed a bad idea, but I was still going to do it. With enough time maybe we could have come up with a better plan, but we didn’t have the time. Not if we hoped to save Cherry and Micah.

  It seemed like I’d spent most of the last four years arriving too late. Too late to save people, too late to keep the monsters away. I was cleanup crew, someone that came after the bodies were scattered around and mopped up the mess. I killed the monsters, but only after they’d done terrible things. Even now, Chimera had already butchered and tortured, but I could confess to myself, if to no one else, that part of me didn’t give a damn about the others. I mean, I was sorry for Gina’s pain and Bacchus’s lover, and Ajax getting chopped up, but they were abstract to me. Cherry and Micah were real. How very quickly Micah had become that real to me frightened me, but if I didn’t look too closely at it, I could keep moving forward, could keep thinking clearly, could keep breathing normally. Thinking too much tended to make my thoughts jump around, my breath come a little too fast.

  The main part of the club had been dark and empty. The party, as they say, was upstairs. It was the room at the end of the big white hallway that we’d gone down to rescue Nathaniel and Gregory days ago. Chimera waited outside the door in his black hood, and his eye slits were unzipped so I could see pale gray eyes. He wore a rather ordinary looking suit, complete with tightly knotted tie and white shirt that met oddly with the black leather of the hood. He had his hands behind him, leaning against his arms. He was trying for casual and failing. He was nervous, and I didn’t need any lycanthrope powers to notice.

  Gina had needed help from two of the werehyenas to make the steps. Zeke and I could have helped her, but he was pretending to guard me, and Gina had a note under her shawl to slip the hyenas. The note was from Bacchus, asking one of them to let him in the secret entrance. Apparently Chimera had never asked if there was a secret entrance to the club, so no one had told him.

  Chimera’s eyes looked past me to her. “Gina . . .” He shook his head. “Take her away, get her some medical care.”

  The two hyenas didn’t argue, just turned and went back down the hallway. The snake man that had been with them stayed where he was, his black-and-green striped eyes never leaving Chimera’s face. I would have said he stood at attention like a good soldier, but it was more than that. There was something on his face that went beyond that, as if standing there waiting for Chimera’s orders was the most wonderful thing in the world. That look of patient adoration was creepy all on its own, and I knew why Bacchus had said the snakes had to die. Not because of what they’d done to the hyenas, not revenge, but because people who worship their kings as gods don’t participate in palace revolts.

  “I wasn’t sure you’d come, Ms. Blake.”

  The voice was familiar, but I couldn’t quite place from where. “You didn’t give me much choice.”

  “And for that I am sorry.”

  “Sorry enough to let me take my leopards and go home?”

  He almost smiled, but shook his head. “Micah is not your leopard, he’s mine, Ms. Blake.”

  Again, the voice rang familiar, but I couldn’t place it. I shrugged. “You got me down here with the understanding that both Cherry and Micah would be set free, unhurt. Sounds like they’re both mine.”

  He shook his head again. “To give up Micah I would have to give up all my leopards, and I am not willing to do that.”

  “Then you lied to get me down here.”


  “No, Ms. Blake.” He took his hands out from behind his back. He wore black leather gloves. “Join your pard to ours, strengthen us.”

  I shook my head. “I came down here to free my people, not to join your club.”

  He looked at Zeke. “Didn’t you explain to her what I wanted?”

  Zeke shifted beside me. “You told me that if she came down here unarmed you would free Micah and the other wereleopard. That is all you told me.”

  Chimera frowned; even through the hood I could see it. He rubbed at his face behind the leather as if something hurt. “I know I told you that I wanted her to join us.”

  “You have said many things over the last few weeks,” Zeke said, voice very careful.

  “How long have you been the leopard’s Nimir-Ra?” he asked. The voice was normal, ordinary, though his hands kept rubbing at his face.

  “About a year.”

  “Then you must see as I do that there needs to be a joining together of all the different forms. The only thing that has allowed us to move in to every city and take over the smaller groups is the fact that the larger groups won’t help them. They’re like city neighbors who only call the police if it’s their own apartment being robbed. They let anyone who isn’t like them go to hell.”

  “I agree that the lycanthrope community could use a little togetherness, but I’m not sure torture and blackmail is the way to get it done.”

  He clamped his hands over his eyes, back bowing, as if he were in pain. The snake man touched him with small dark hands. Chimera shuddered, then raised up, the snake man still touching him, comforting him, I think.

  Chimera looked at me, eyes very direct. He grasped the leather hood and pulled it over his head. His dark hair stood on end, sweaty, needing to be combed. The touch of gray at the temples wasn’t distinguished anymore. It looked more like mad-scientist hair, as if he’d done something awful and it had changed colors over night. I could see the scars at the side of his neck now. Orlando King, alias Chimera, looked down at me.

  I just gaped at him. I was too surprised for anything else.

  “I see that you didn’t recognize me, Ms. Blake.”

  I shook my head, and tried twice before I could say, “I didn’t expect to see you here.” That sounded lame even to me, but what I meant was Orlando King, bounty hunter extraordinaire, should not have been the leader of a group of rogue shapeshifters. It wasn’t doable somehow.