“Anyway,” I said, not wanting to rehash one of my least favorite moments, “is this the place?”
“Yes,” J.B. said, sobering. “I didn’t have time to do a lot of reconnaissance, so I’m not certain exactly how many of them are in there.”
“But they are all, presumably, asleep,” Gabriel said. “The sun will not go down for at least two more hours.”
“Yeah, but they could have magical defenses in place in case their home is breached,” I said. “Any smart vampire has them; otherwise their enemies could just waltz in the front door while they were sleeping.”
Vampires and goblins don’t have a protective threshold like other creatures. I’m not sure why. It probably had something to do with the concept of “home.” Humans, faeries, and a lot of other supernatural creatures made permanent homes, and a home is a lot more than a space to rest your head. It takes on the essence of the people who live there, who love and laugh and fight and make memories in that space.
Vampires don’t do that. They just…exist. As far as I can tell they pretty much eat and sleep and have sex. So in order for them to be protected during the day, they either needed magical defenses or hired humans to watch over them. The slightly run-down air of the three-flat told me that these vampires could probably not afford to hire help.
The windows were all blocked by blackout shades, so we weren’t going to get any information that way. There was nothing for it except to try to ease through the defenses and hope we didn’t set off any alarms, and I told the other two as much.
“Well, let’s try to find the defenses before we go rushing in,” J.B. said.
We all went silent, each of us drawing on our power. I’d done something like this before when I detected the presence of the portal in the alley that led to Amarantha’s kingdom. I pushed out my magic, spreading it away from me like a cloak of fine mesh, and watched it settle. There were several places where the cloak bulged, and I could see the little flares of magic set at regular intervals around the perimeter of the house.
“Do you see them?” I asked the other two.
They both nodded, frowning.
“But there’s nothing on the second floor,” I said. “Stupid.”
“We’d have to break a window to get in that way,” J.B. said.
I shrugged. “So?”
He sighed. “You’re right.”
“Wow, I never thought I’d hear those two words pass your lips,” I said.
“Let us enter from the back of the building,” Gabriel said. “A passerby may notice if one of the windows seems to be breaking open with no cause.”
We flew around to the back. I took one look at the wooden fire escapes and shook my head. “No way. They’re going to have this area covered.”
I performed the same spell again and noted that the defenses were significantly stronger back here.
“It’s the front or nothing,” I said.
We all looked at one another. Breaking a window in the front definitely increased the risk that attention might be drawn to the house. But it wasn’t as though we had a lot of choice.
Gabriel wouldn’t let me break the window. I let him do it because he was stronger than me and J.B. put together. He swung his arm back and blasted his gloved fist through the glass as if it were water.
The glass made an awful noise, and we all froze except for the slightest flapping of our wings. No one was walking down the street at the moment, so it was unlikely there were any witnesses.
Gabriel cleared the frame of the remaining shards so that we could climb in safely. He swung his leg over the sill and pushed the blackout shade to one side.
There was an inhuman hiss from inside the room and the blackout shade dropped back into place as Gabriel let go.
“Gabriel!” I whispered fiercely.
“It is all right,” he said calmly through the shade. “The vampire that occupies this room is still asleep. His unconscious was simply responding to the touch of sunlight.”
He lifted the shade on the opposite side so that we could climb in without disturbing the vampire further. Although the daylight was not their natural time, a vampire could certainly rouse itself if it felt threatened in sleep. We didn’t want to antagonize the vampires any more than necessary.
J.B. climbed in and I followed, wrinkling my nose. The room smelled like decaying corpses. A single male vampire lay stretched out on a filthy bed splashed with blood. In the corner was a pile of rotting limbs and human skulls. My blood ran cold. Some of those bones were very small.
I covered my mouth and nose with my sleeve. “I thought most vampires don’t kill their food.”
“They don’t,” J.B. said thoughtfully. “But this is the vampire I followed home from the kill, so obviously he’s gotten a taste for it.”
“We should stake him,” I said fiercely. “He’s a serial killer.”
“That’s not what we’re here for,” J.B. said. “Look around for a headset.”
“It’s not going to be in this room,” I muttered angrily. “This asshole gets his memory high the natural way.”
As I predicted, there was no equipment in this particular vamp’s room.
We entered the hallway stealthily, still on the lookout for any humans that might be living in the building. We didn’t find any. We did find more sleeping vampires, although none of their rooms looked like the charnel house of the first one. Most of the vamps’ rooms looked like ordinary twentysomething bedrooms, with posters on the walls and clothes all over the floor. We split up to make the search go faster. There were a lot of vampires living here.
Finally, in the seventh room, I found it. It did look like a VR headset from that movie where Russell Crowe is a virtual killer and Denzel Washington hunts him down. The headset was casually tossed on a dressing table scattered with drugstore makeup.
I snatched it up, contemplating the sleeping female vampire on the bed. Was she any better than the killer upstairs? Her addiction had cost someone their life even if her own hands hadn’t been bloodied.
I walked toward the window.
“Madeline.” Gabriel’s voice in the doorway.
I turned around, and he could see the intent on my face. His eyes widened when he saw the headset in my hand.
“Do not do it,” he said. “We need to get that device to Chloe.”
I looked back at the window.
“What if she wakes while she is burning?” Gabriel said softly. “What if the others hear her distress and awaken as well? Would you risk our lives needlessly, possibly putting our mission in jeopardy?”
I tightened my grip on the headset. Should I help the living, or take revenge for the victims who had already fallen?
In the end, it wasn’t a difficult choice. But as we exited the window that we had entered I yanked on the blackout shade in the killer vamp’s room. And smiled in satisfaction as we flew away to the sound of a monster screaming as it burned to death.
After we delivered the headset to an ecstatic Chloe, there was nothing to do but wait. A couple of days passed in a relatively normal fashion. I picked up souls; Beezle ate; Gabriel and I thoroughly explored all the benefits of marriage.
One thing I was not enjoying were the constant phone calls from Azazel. He would not accept my marriage to Gabriel, and he didn’t care in the least that Lucifer had willed it.
“Lord Lucifer would not override my wishes in this matter,” Azazel said angrily. “I have betrothed you to Nathaniel before the court. No daughter of mine will marry a thrall.”
“He’s not a thrall,” I said. “Lucifer freed him.”
“A thing which he is not permitted to do,” Azazel replied.
“Just because he hasn’t done it before doesn’t mean he’s not permitted to do it. Is he your lord or is he not?” I asked.
There was a long silence at the other end of the line.
“Well?” For Azazel to say otherwise was treason. I knew it and so did he.
“Of course,” Azazel sai
d. “But he has always respected the autonomy of each court.”
“Why don’t you just check with him if you don’t believe me?” I said.
“Lord Lucifer is not returning my messages to him,” Azazel said tightly.
“I wonder why,” I replied.
After a few of these calls in which we repeated the exact same conversation over and over I finally stopped answering when I saw my father’s name pop up on the caller ID. He filled my voice mail message box to the limit so often I couldn’t delete them fast enough.
“Not that I’m not insanely happy with you,” I said to Gabriel on the third morning after the meeting at the Agency. “But why do you think Lucifer freed you and let us marry? He’d been holding the risk to you over my head for the last two months. What made him change his mind all of a sudden?”
Gabriel sipped his coffee and looked thoughtful. “I believe we can agree that Lord Lucifer’s motivations are often deep and mysterious.”
“You can say that again.”
“I also believe that Lord Lucifer has some limited ability to see the future,” Gabriel said. “If he perceived that it was a strategic advantage to him to have us married, then he would allow that to happen.”
“I’d rather not find out that we’re only married to assist Lucifer in his long-range plans for world domination.”
“For all your strengths, Madeline, you do not comprehend Lord Lucifer. He is a creature so old and powerful that your mind cannot fathom it. He was born at the same time as the stars in the galaxy. He has seen millions of days pass since his creation.”
“And in all that time the best he can do is think up ways to amuse himself by moving the rest of us around on the game board?”
“Lord Lucifer has never had an equal to him—in strength, in cunning, in magic. I believe, truly believe, that we are permitted to exist only at his sufferance, and because it does, as you say, amuse him to watch us.”
I felt a chill in my blood that had nothing to do with the temperature. If Lucifer really was that powerful, then he could wipe out everyone on Earth with one swipe of his hand.
Gabriel watched me, and something of my thoughts must have been in my eyes because he took my hand. “It is why we all fear him so absolutely, even those courts of creatures that are not of the fallen. It is why after Amarantha and Focalor’s rebellion so many of the smaller courts are banding together to protect themselves.”
“Banding together won’t help them if he’s as powerful as you say he is,” I said.
“He is,” Gabriel said grimly.
We both sat in silence, contemplating a world where Lucifer ruled absolutely. The ringing of my cell phone broke into our thoughts.
“We’re ready to test Chloe’s solution,” J.B. said.
“We’ll be there in half an hour,” I said and hung up, looking at Gabriel. “What are the chances that we can get out of the house without Beezle noticing?”
“Zero,” Beezle said, coming in through the side window. “Let’s go.”
So I left for the Agency with my entourage escorting me (because of course Samiel wouldn’t be left behind, either). When we landed on the roof, I got a terrible shock.
Amarantha stood there.
15
AFTER A MOMENT I REALIZED IT WAS NOT AMARANTHA, but her ghost. She looked more than a little unhinged, and her appearance reflected her state of mind, as it often does with ghosts. If they remember themselves as young and beautiful, that’s how they will look in the afterlife, even if that person died in their dotage. If they pull at their hair and scratch things, then their ectoplasmic form will reflect the ghost’s perception of what they should look like after they’ve tugged their hair and broken their nails.
Amarantha looked like she’d been doing both, and she looked a lot more like a wild bean sidhe than either her perfect faerie self or her freakish demonic form.
“Somebody here needs a salon,” Beezle said. “You’ve looked better.”
“You! YOU!” she screeched, and she pointed her finger dramatically at me. “You stole my life from me. I demand justice!”
And then she flew at me with her arms outstretched, fingers bent into claws.
I stood still and waited for her to pass through me. She did, and I shivered. Ghosts draw energy from the air around them, and it means that they make cold spots. When a ghost passes through you it’s a lot like having ice water poured down your spine.
I waved to Gabriel and Samiel to follow me and walked toward the door. Amarantha flew after me, cursing.
“This is not over, Lucifer’s spawn,” she hissed.
“It is for you,” I said.
“I will haunt you to the end of your days!” Amarantha vowed. “You will never be free of me.”
“We’ll see about that,” I muttered.
We went inside and down to Chloe’s secret lab. J.B. was waiting for us in the hallway.
“Uh, why is your mom hanging around on the roof?” I asked.
“Because she refused the Door,” J.B. said. “She’s been following me around for the last couple of days. I had to have a spell put up around my condo to keep her out.”
“Can I get one, too?” I asked.
“She threatened to haunt Madeline ‘until the end of her days,’” Gabriel said.
J.B. rubbed his eyes. “I’ll see what I can do. Come on—Chloe is anxious to run the tests.”
We crowded into the small room. Chloe’s worktable had been removed. In its place was a tripod with one of the machines on it, and a man tied to an office chair so that he faced the lens. He looked like he was in his mid-forties, paunchy and balding. He was dressed in a jumpsuit that looked a lot like the sort of thing that prisoners wore. He wasn’t screaming, but he kept rocking back and forth in the chair. Chloe was making some adjustments to the machine when we walked in.
“We had to tie him; otherwise he kept trying to bang his head against the wall,” Chloe said apologetically.
Her hair was pink today, and she wore a leather vest with a tiered black skirt. She gave Samiel a very suggestive smile.
“Okay,” she said, clapping her hands together. “Let’s get this party started.”
Nobody spoke as Chloe pushed a button to turn on the camera. Gabriel took my hand and squeezed it. My whole body was taut. The man in the chair went rigid as the scanner met his eyes.
“We’ve attempted to speed up the reinsertion process,” Chloe said as the machine did its work. “It seems, from what we could determine in analyzing the spell, that the memory extraction takes a number of hours.”
“And you think it’s safe to put the memories back in there faster than they were taken out?” I asked, skeptical. A human brain is a delicate and complicated organ. It didn’t seem that quickness was wanted here, but rather care.
“We have no idea if this is safe at any speed,” Chloe said frankly. “I erred on the side of rapidity only because we have so many victims to restore.”
“Plus, we don’t know how many more may be out there. Our resources are taxed as it is taking care of the ones that are already here,” J.B. said. “I’ve got special teams all over the city looking for warehouses like the one you found.”
“I can help with that,” I said, surprised that he hadn’t asked me.
“There’s no point in putting you in charge of a team,” J.B. said. “Chaos follows you everywhere you go, and I don’t need to deal with any more property damage.”
“I don’t think you are taking the long view,” I said, my cheeks reddening. “The people in the warehouse were saved.”
“By J.B. and his team,” Beezle pointed out.
“Who didn’t have to deal with the monster arachnids,” I said.
“Enough,” Gabriel said.
Beezle and I both subsided, glaring at each other.
The man in the chair moaned. We all stared at him. I would have squashed Gabriel’s knuckles into powder if he hadn’t been supernatural. J.B.’s hands were balled into fists in hi
s pockets. Chloe had her arms crossed, her mouth drawn in a straight line. On my other side Samiel slung a comforting arm around my shoulder. Beezle fluttered around the room nervously.
The man moaned again, louder this time, and then he shouted, “Janie!”
He began to thrash in his restraints. I released Gabriel’s hand and stepped forward, only to have Chloe cut me off.
“Wait,” she said.
The man tore back and forth, screaming now. It was a different kind of screaming than when we had removed the victims from the cameras. That screaming had a kind of dull, automaton quality to it. This screaming was a soul-deep cry of pain. Blood leaked from the corners of the man’s eyes.
I started to move around Chloe, to go to the man who was screaming so hard and long it was breaking my heart.
“Wait,” she repeated, her hand on my chest. “The process isn’t complete yet.”
“His eyes are bleeding,” I said furiously. “You think that’s a good thing? He could be having a stroke.”
“Trust me,” she said, her face desperate.
I think she knew I could blast her out of the way if I wanted.
“Wait, Maddy,” J.B. said. “Just wait.”
He sounded as deeply unhappy as I felt. Beezle landed on Samiel’s shoulder and covered his little ears.
Gabriel touched my shoulder, pulled me back to him. “Wait.”
We all watched in various states of distress as the man howled, rocked, tried to tear at his bindings. But his eyes never moved from the camera.
Suddenly the man went completely rigid and silent, and then he slumped forward, his eyes closed.
I pulled away from Gabriel and ran to the man. Chloe was right next to me, untying the restraints. Together we eased him down to the floor and I checked for a heartbeat.
“He’s still alive,” I said, lifting his eyelids. His pupils were normal, but there were streaks of blood on his cheeks.
“Good,” Chloe said. “I think he’ll sleep for a while now.”
“And when he wakes up he’ll be good as new?”
“Well, sleeping helps memory function in normal people,” Chloe reasoned. “So we assumed that after the memories were restored, the victims would need to sleep for several hours. Their brains need to process the restored information.”
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