Colin’s eyes narrowed. He wasn’t too keen on me speaking so flippantly about the guy whose boots he shined with his tongue. It probably killed him inside to know that I’d had more interactions with the Dracs in the last six months than most vamps did in half a millennium. “The First Coven are not in the habit of lauding their victories to children.”
“And yet this child has an actual truce in place with him, one that calls for the free exchange of information.” I didn’t like this fucker at all, but I really enjoyed knocking him down a peg or three. I casually strolled up and put an arm around his shoulders. “Like it or not, buddy, you’re in the presence of not one, but two beings who are prophesied to be the key players in this conflict. We may not be as old as some of the players on the field, but we’re badass enough to hang with the cool kids.”
Sally’s mouth turned up at the corners. Good to see she was enjoying this.
“Fate truly has a sense of humor,” Colin remarked bitterly, shrugging me off as if I had cooties. “As for Lord Alexander, let him and his glorious brethren be the judge as to how worthy this beast’s so-called information is.”
“Hopefully you can get a signal in this dump, because I sure as shit haven’t seen a single bar on my phone. If not, email might have to suffice.”
“You misunderstand me, Freewill, as seems to be commonplace.” The smug grin returned to his face. “There will be no need for you to relay this information remotely. You may do so directly to Lord Alexander himself.”
“Huh, what?”
“Did I fail to mention it? Oh, dear me. Well, since you seem so eager to speak to our lord and master, I should let you know he is on his way and will be arriving shortly.”
“He is?”
“Oh yes, and from my last communique with him, he seemed quite eager to speak to you.”
I hadn’t been expecting that. Sure, we needed to eventually loop in Alex with some carefully spoon-fed bullshit, but I figured for now he’d be off doing whatever a would-be world conqueror did during their downtime – like dusting all those pesky non-conformist covens.
“Oh, did I not tell you?” Colin asked after a few moments of stunned silence on our part. “I reached out to him as soon as our debacle was concluded. He seemed quite intrigued by the circumstances surrounding your arrival.” He leered at Sheila. There was nothing sexual about it, though. Colin seemed the type who would only get a boner if the orders were signed in triplicate.
No, his look was that of a pure predator who knew his prey had been cornered.
* * *
Shit!
Back while we’d been waiting for the Squatch shamans to prepare their tree teleporter, I’d casually asked Gan about those black bladed weapons, mostly to keep her off the subject of planning our wedding. Encouraged by my feigned interest, she’d told me about the freaky-ass ritual needed to produce them and why it was mostly done with daggers or specific pole arms. Something long and thin like a sword would effectively be like swinging a glass rod instead. Just for shits and giggles, I asked why not projectile weapons, too. Turns out that, over distance, arrows would disintegrate mid-flight. Bullets were even riskier, as they’d often blow apart in the barrel of the gun first, causing it to backfire. The blood was that caustic.
I hadn’t been paying a great deal of attention at the time. Now, though, I found myself considering the implications.
A weapon coated with that shit could injure her, but injecting it directly into her bloodstream actually neutralized her powers for a time. In some ways, it wasn’t entirely unlike what silver did to vampires
If they could figure out a way to load it into a dart, make it gaseous, or even poison an Icon’s food with it, then it would be game over. They’d need never fear them again. The checks and balances of the supernatural world would be kicked to the curb.
Colin had seen Sheila vulnerable. He had to have guessed something happened to make her that way. It didn’t take a genius to figure out those of us with her probably knew what that was. The asshole was probably chomping at the bit to spill his guts to Alex about all of this.
It was yet another chip for the pile already sitting in the middle of this dangerous game of high-stakes poker we seemed to be playing. Between this and The Source, it was rapidly becoming the ultimate jackpot.
It was a game we couldn’t afford to lose now more than ever before.
* * *
“We need to take a shower.”
“Excuse me?” Colin asked.
“What do you mean, we?” Sally added.
“I meant we all need to clean up a bit. We can’t be scummy for Lord Alexander’s arrival. Wouldn’t do.”
“No, it would not,” Colin replied, looking dapper in his fresh threads. “But I assure you, he is quite used to it from the rabble.” He smirked, probably still pleased to have ruffled my feathers with his revelation. Dude was a world-class prick.
“No doubt, but if it’s all the same to you, we’d like to try.”
It was a pathetic lie, and I didn’t expect Colin to buy it for a second, but he didn’t stop us as we covered up against the daylight before presumably trying to find a place with running water.
Before stepping out, I glanced down at Grulg, still lying on the floor.
“Fret not, Freewill,” Colin said. “We shall keep him safe.”
“Just keep him in one piece,” I warned. “I’d hate to be the one to tell Alex that his new toy got broken before he got a chance to play with it.”
The smile faltered on Colin’s face, and I walked out before it could reassert itself. Always leave on a high note.
Despite the bright sunshine, there were several figures milling about – vamp soldiers outfitted for the day with body armor and tinted helmets, all in all far superior to the meager protection Sally and I wore. You’d think my status as their legendary warrior might warrant me at least a parasol, but no dice.
Bloodthirsty cock-faces, all of them. Even if we won and left Calibra and Alex dead under a thousand tons of rock at the center of the Earth, we’d still need to contend with the rest of the vampire nation’s shit for all of eternity.
Oh well, one problem at a time.
I led us to a nearby building and kicked in the door. I wasn’t being particularly choosy because it didn’t really matter. We just needed to be out of earshot for a few minutes.
Once inside, I instantly felt less singed around the edges. I headed upstairs, the others following, then opened the door of the first apartment I came to.
“You weren’t serious about the showers, were you, Bill?” Tom asked. “Christy is pretty open minded, but she might have a problem with all of us...”
I rounded on him. “Seriously?! That’s the thing you’re most concerned about? Sally, compel him.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Compel Tom.” Then, before she could open her mouth, I added, “Nothing lethal, please.”
“Such a killjoy,” she mumbled.
“What are you doing?” Sheila asked.
“Testing something,” I said. “Please, now, while we’re young.”
Sally flipped me the finger, but then I felt the slight tingle in the back of my skull that told me she was doing as asked. “GO DRY HUMP THAT BANNISTER!!”
Okay, that was certainly an interesting choice.
I instinctively stepped in to catch her, knowing the toll compelling humans took, but she remained steady on her feet.
“It’s okay.” She waved me off. “That didn’t take as much out of me as I thought it would.”
“Maybe you’re getting used to it.”
“More likely it’s because he’s not human anymore. Not that he ever really was.”
I hadn’t considered that, but it sounded as logical as anything else.
“Um, guys...” Sheila pointed to the stairwell, where Tom was busy making sweet love to the wooden bannister at the top. From the look on his face, he was getting into it, too.
“If you’re joking w
ith us, you can stop now.”
He ignored me, though, and kept at it. “Yeah, bitch! My wood or yours! Let’s see whose wins!”
I turned to the others. “He’s not joking.”
“No,” Sally replied thoughtfully. “It would appear he is not.”
“Was kind of hoping he’d be immune in his new form.”
“What was that saying?” she asked. “Something about the Force being able to control weak minds? Yes, I do occasionally go to the movies, dipshit.”
“I didn’t imply...”
Sheila stepped between us, pointing with one hand and covering her eyes with the other. “Can someone please stop him? I ... think he’s almost, you know, done.”
Eww, she was right. He was more anatomically correct than I’d have guessed. I had to hand it to Christy. This was one hell of a spell.
“YOUR DICK IS AS LIMP AS YOUR BRAIN!!”
The compulsion rushed out from Sally and I caught a piece of it, feeling it reverberate in my brain for a second or two.
A confused look came over Tom’s face as his eyes cleared. He glanced down in horror, then gave two more thrusts against the wooden railing before giving up. “That is so not cool.”
“Get over it,” I said, wishing I had a gallon of brain bleach.
“No, seriously. You can’t do that to a guy.” He pushed past me into the open apartment. “Excuse me.”
“Where are you going?”
“There are some things you just can’t start without finishing,” he replied, then disappeared into the bathroom.
“All in favor of breaking into a different apartment?” I asked.
Sheila shrugged, obviously uncomfortable with what had just taken place. It was kinda cute. “Joking aside, was there a reason for that?”
“I’m glad you asked. It’s because...”
“Fuck me!” Tom cried from inside. “It’s not working now!”
“Christy stays with him willingly?” she asked.
“Love is truly blind, and oh so tolerant.”
Okay, enough of that. I needed to focus. Sally’s compulsion wasn’t super loud, but I was fooling myself if I thought none of the other vamps in the area hadn’t picked up on it. We didn’t have much time before someone got curious as to why Tom was first fucking the decor and now was a blue-balled, limp-dicked sad sack. “Sally, you need to take Tom and run.”
She rolled her eyes at the suggestion, but I was pretty certain it was less what I wanted her to do than who she was supposed to do it with. She was a stick of dynamite and Tom was a walking, talking lit match. Her tolerance of his shit was low on a good day.
“Why do they need to run?” Sheila asked. “I thought you said we should all stick together.”
“It’s Colin,” Sally explained. “You saw the way he looked at you back there.”
“He’s not really my type.”
“I’m pretty sure he’d creep out Ilsa She-Wolf of the SS, so it’s good to know you have some semblance of taste, but that’s not what I meant. Compulsion. The meatsack is vulnerable to it, probably more so than most.” She paused, disgust evident in her voice. “But so am I.”
Understanding passed through Sheila’s eyes. “It’s me, isn’t it?”
“When we got here, you looked like you were at death’s door,” I said. “Don’t think Colin didn’t notice. Hell, at first I actually think he might have believed you weren’t you, but then he saw you in action. Despite that, he managed to beat you badly. That’s something he’s not about to let go as a fluke.”
“It wasn’t that badly,” she replied defiantly, her eyes flashing silver.
“Is that you speaking or the Icon?”
She looked taken aback by my question. After a few moments, though, she lowered her eyes and nodded.
Sally, in a rare gesture of camaraderie, put a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t feel bad. The prick stopped me in my tracks with a few words. The problem is a loser like him shouldn’t be able to touch you and live. He knows something was wrong. He knows you were a lot weaker than you should be. And you can bet that if he knows, Alexander is going to know, too.”
“From the mouths of assholes,” I said.
“Don’t think for a second Alexander isn’t going to force the issue. He won’t let something significant like this drop. For all his bluster, he knows you beat Theodora in a fair fight. That’s not a small feat. You need to remember the stuff you learned in history class.”
“Not really my best subject,” Sheila admitted. “Although lately I seem to be getting a crash course.”
“Alexander of Macedon is one of history’s great conquerors,” Sally said. “He led via a combination of charisma and cunning. If anything, he’s gotten smarter over the years. If he can gain an advantage over a foe, he’s going to. The first thing he’s going to do is try to weasel it out of us using that truce of his. Don’t forget, we’re supposed to be sharing information.”
I nodded. “We can try playing stupid, but...”
“Bill’s specialty.” Bitch. “But that won’t cut it, not when there are two of us he can make squeal via brute force.” Sally gritted her teeth as she spoke, no doubt remembering her time as Alex’s meat puppet. “We can’t let that happen.”
“I’m not afraid of him,” Sheila said.
“We know you’re not,” I offered supportively.
Sally shot me a withering look, then turned back to Sheila. “You should be, though. He won’t just have an advantage when we go after Ib. He’ll have an advantage for the end game as well. Think of it, that goddamned prophecy.”
I made to protest, but she held up a hand. “I know your thoughts on this, but let’s pretend for a moment that it’s not bullshit. That somehow destiny will twist and turn us so that you two have to face off in some sort of climactic battle. If Bill wins, you’re out of the game, but he’s not out of the woods.”
“Yeah,” I replied with some annoyance. “Alex has already proven he’s more than willing to remove Freewills from the equation. I don’t want my noggin ending up as his paperweight for all eternity.”
“I doubt anyone does,” she replied. “But what if the opposite holds true? If the Icon wins, the darkness is supposed to be dispersed. The world stays in mankind’s hands. Except Alexander won’t like that at all. And if he has the means to take you out right afterwards, well then, who knows what’ll happen? At that point, he can make his own history.”
“So he can’t know,” Sheila concluded.
“No. It’s too dangerous, which means we have to make sure he can’t force the issue. Even if he tortures you both, without compulsion, he can’t know for certain.”
“Which hopefully means he won’t bother with the torture.” I’d been on the receiving end of Alex’s manhandling. The guy was a maestro of pain, and I really didn’t care to be his fiddle again.
“But what will you two do?” Sheila asked.
Sally smiled. “I’m thinking a nice stroll in the woods will do just...”
“The first thing she’s going to do is get rid of this compulsion,” Tom snapped, stepping out of the bathroom. “I can’t go out with a non-functioning dick.”
“Why not?” Sally replied. “You’ve been doing just fine with a non-functioning brain. Besides, just talking about your dick makes me want to gargle industrial strength mouthwash.”
“Don’t worry about them,” I said to Sheila, putting what I hoped was a bit of false positivity in my tone before lowering my voice to a bare whisper. “Assuming Sally doesn’t kill him first, we’re not alone. Trust me when I say, we have small friends in big places.”
DRACHAWK DOWN
As expected, it wasn’t long before Colin’s guards came looking for us. They found Sheila and me alone in one of the apartments, looting the closets of the former owners for some new clothes. Despite my earlier lie to Colin, we both really did look like hell after our recent battles.
Though I couldn’t have cared less about being presentable for his high and
mightiness, there was something to be said about walking around without having to worry about your clothes disintegrating right off your body. Though I wouldn’t have minded it with present company, I didn’t want to give the wrong impression and suddenly have Alex break out the wrestling oil again.
“Where are the others?” one of the guards snapped.
“The others?” I asked, testing the fit of a pair of fairly new jeans. Not bad. A bit long in the leg, but probably handy in case I happened to lose control and transform.
“The vampire and the human.”
“Not here,” Sheila said, stepping out from the bathroom wearing slacks and a silk blouse. “How’s this look?”
“Goes with your eyes.”
The two guards were starting to get agitated. Probably best to not let this go too far. Despite their superior age, I was fairly certain we could take them. But where would that leave us? We’d still have to deal with Colin and, soon enough, much worse.
“Those two?” I asked with a sigh, while double checking to make sure I hadn’t left anything behind. “Serious fuck buddies. Can barely keep their hands, and other parts, off each other. Thought they were gonna bone right here in front of us. Finally told them to get a fucking room. Guess they listened.”
I’d been betting on the fact that, even with Colin’s reserve troops, he didn’t have the manpower to keep anything but a fairly small area under constant surveillance. With the power out, there were no cameras to act as extra eyes. Sally and Tom had simply slipped out a back window and made a run for it, but these two dickweeds didn’t need to know that.
One of them grumbled to himself, then turned to the other. “Search the building. If you find them, bring them back.”
“And if I don’t?”
The first guard shrugged, then turned to us. “You two with me. I am told ... the First shall be here shortly.”
“Nervous much?” I asked with a grin.
He didn’t answer, which made me smile even wider.
In truth, I knew exactly what he was feeling.
Knew it and felt it several times over.
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