Devil to Pay
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Chapter Three
Blake looked around the tunnel. "I'm not sure about this. "
"I need help to figure out whether you're salvageable or not," was Elise's curt response, as they continued down the passageway. "Keeping you cooped up in my house isn't a workable solution. "
"Can't you just call someone?" Blake asked, thinking house was a generous word to describe the place where she lived. Oversized coffin would be more appropriate, since it was tiny, underground, pitch-black aside from some sparse lighting, and lacked any kitchen, toilet, shower, or other amenities.
Still, it was a perfect place to keep Blake locked up and away from people, which was why leaving it didn't appeal to him. Who knew he'd be unable to convince a vampire to kill him? So much for the bloodthirstiness of their legend. Blake also couldn't understand why the demon hadn't taken over yet.
Every other time Blake attempted to kill himself, the demon showed up and stopped him. Could it sense that the vampire wouldn't kill him? Was that why the demon was biding its time?
Or was it waiting for a better opportunity to appear? Like now, as they were heading toward the metro station and all the innocent people inside.
"This isn't safe," Blake repeated for the dozenth time.
She kept walking, her grip on his hand like a cool vise. "My sire will know what to do. I'll use the pay phone at the station to call him. It's safer if you come with me than to hope you'll still be at my house when I get back. "
"He's strong when he takes over," Blake said, almost spitting the words out. He hated what he'd been turned into - a host for the worst kind of evil. If death was the only way to stop the demon, Blake would gladly die. His life had been ruined beyond repair anyway.
Just seven months ago, he'd been a successful stockbroker. He'd had a beautiful house, great friends, and was even on good terms with his ex-wife. Now he'd lost everything, was wanted for multiple murders, and the only way for him to stop the demon was to kill himself. It was a far, far cry from the days where his biggest concern had been the fluctuating market on Wall Street.
"I'm stronger," Elise said.
Blake looked her over with doubt. Elise was about five-four, and if she topped a hundred pounds, it wasn't by much. Furthermore, she had an ethereal quality to her small-boned frame that hinted at fragility. Combined with her beautiful, pale face, Elise reminded Blake of one of those antique dolls his ex-wife used to collect. Elise was the type of woman men tripped over themselves to protect, not the type who could outwrestle a demon. Fangs could only reach so far, after all.
"You said you've never encountered a demon before. How do you know you're stronger?" Elise shot him a sideways glance. "You talk so much," she muttered. "It's tiring. Can you stop for a while?"
Blake bit back an amazed snort. This was the woman who was supposed to stop the demon when it showed up? Some one who couldn't even carry on a brief conversation without getting tired?
"I think we should go back," Blake said, as they rounded a corner and the metro station came into view.
"This isn't - "
A roar of buzzing filled his mind all at once. Blake had only a second to clutch his head at the pain when his vision went white. He didn't even get a chance to warn Elise before the demon took him.
Elise was startled when Blake grabbed his head as if his brains had just exploded. His one hand was still in her grip; but just as she smelled the sulfur, he yanked it away. And then ran like a proverbial bat out of hell.
She cursed herself as she chased him. With the demon controlling him, Blake was quick, streaking up the tunnel and into the station in barely the amount of time it took to blink.
But Elise had superhuman abilities as well, so she stayed close behind him. The demon burst through the station, knocking over anyone in its way. At 5:00 A. M. , there weren't many commuters, but enough to make exposing her real nature a risk. Elise kept her eyes and fangs under control, knowing her speed was bad enough, but at least that wouldn't announce "vampire!" to the general public. She plowed through the people just as roughly as the demon had, not letting it gain any ground. Keep running, she thought coolly. Once we're free of all these humans, I can quit playing nice.
The demon broke out of the metro station and darted onto the sidewalk, pumping Blake's legs like pistons. Elise kept it just ahead of her, letting it think she wasn't fast enough to over take it, until they reached a less-monitored part of the neighborhood. Then she sprang forward with all of her undead speed, tackling the demon from behind and bashing its head into the street.
Blake's body went limp, the sweet smell of fresh blood replacing the previous stench of sulfur. Elise flipped Blake around, giving his injury a quick evaluation. No skull fracture. The surface wound on his forehead can be healed - and his nose was broken before, anyway.
She opened one of Blake's eyes. No more swirling red. His skin lost that waxy-ashen look as well, and he didn't smell like anything except blood and unwashed human. The demon was gone. For the moment.
Elise let her fangs out just enough to drag her thumb across one, welling up blood. Then Elise smeared her blood over the three-inch split in Blake's skin, watching with satisfaction as the wound slowly closed like a magic zipper had formed in his flesh.
It wouldn't do to feed Blake any of her blood. That would heal him more thoroughly, like getting rid of the concussion he no doubt had, but it would also make him stronger. The demon inside Blake was already pushing his body to limits no human should be able to sustain. Elise wasn't about to add to that.
But now, what to do with Blake? She couldn't just sling him over her shoulder and walk to the nearest pay phone; that would attract too much attention. Nor was she about to leave him there and risk the demon's coming back while she was gone. If only it was a little later in the morning, then she could grab the first person walking by with a cell phone and hypnotize them into compliance while she called Mencheres.
Creaking drew Elise's attention to the end of the street. A homeless woman slowly pushed a shopping cart overflowing with various items along the sidewalk. Elise smiled, then picked Blake up and tucked him under her arm like a football.
"Good morning," she called out. "How much do you want for that shopping cart?"