Jane Yellowrock World Companion: (InterMix)

by Faith Hunter

  While There is Breath, There is Hope: When she goes into the space, Jane finds three women and a child, the missing Achee family of witches—including Kathyanini. After the family gets taken to the hospital, Jane, Bruiser, and Evan take the two comatose vampires over to the house where Misha and the others are buried in dirt. Jane goes down first; the two vamps are sent through the portal next, and are followed by the two men. After Jane places candles by each of the witches, Evan plays flute music. The sand begins moving, the vampires wake up and begin singing, the spell speeding up, and Jane realizes that the spell is immortality. Jane breaks the circle, beheading Lotus and then Silandre, and the earth spits out the buried witches. The house begins to shake, and Evan uses his music to blow a hole in the side so they can all get out. Two days later, Jane confronts Evan before he is about to leave in his truck. He has avoided her since that night, and she wants to talk to him. She begins by apologizing for interfering with his spell, and he says it wasn’t working, and if she hadn’t done what she did, the vamps would have succeeded. He apologizes for treating her so badly, and credits her for getting to the bottom of what was going on with the vampires and the blood diamond before. He tells Jane that Molly has forgiven her for killing Evangelina, and that she will eventually call. Jane asks Evan to check on Rick’s calming music, because she thinks it needs adjusting, tells him that Francis was turned over to Hieronymus, and that she thinks he may want to consider the addition of vampire blood to the healing spell he and Molly are putting together for Charly. The problem: Hieronymus wants the iron spike that can do transformational magic.

  Epilogue: Eli, in his military uniform, presents Bobby with a purple heart medal (one of his) for his service. Jane, Misha, and a healthier Charly are all in attendance.

  Story:

  “The Devil’s Left Boot” (in the anthology Kicking It): Liz and Cia Everhart are working at the Seven Sassy Sisters Café and Herb Shop that they own and operate with their four remaining sisters—Evangelina having been killed recently because of her involvement with a demon. Liz feels grief over the loss of her sister and coven leader, and actual physical pain from the same sister having tried to kill her with a boulder, but healing from both is taking a while.

  Liz sees a bright red car pull up in front of the restaurant, and when she sees who gets out of it, she calls to Cia. The women are surprised and dismayed to see their biggest tormenter and foe from high school, Layla, on her way in, holding a pygmy goat in her arms. Using the formal forms of both sisters’ names, Layla says that she requires help, saying that she brought the goat as a sacrifice. Cia tells Layla that they don’t do blood-magic, and to get out, but the woman starts to cry, saying her mother has disappeared and the police aren’t taking the situation seriously. Softening a bit at Layla’s plight, Liz and Cia decide to hear her out.

  Layla’s mother, Evelyn, missed an important work meeting, prompting her boss to check with Layla, who found her mother’s clothes, purse, and cell in a strange pile on the floor at her house. Layla says she can pay them, and after seeing the stack of bills she has, Cia states the fee of one thousand dollars for trying to locate her, and two thousand more for success, regardless of the state she may be in when they find her (which she points out is Jane Yellowrock’s fee). Agreeing to the terms, Layla says she will meet the two sisters at her mother’s house. When Cia brings up her cleverness at citing Jane’s fees, Liz almost tells Cia what she has kept from her—Jane is in town for the hearing over Evangelina’s death.

  When they arrive at Evelyn’s house, the outside does not look disturbed at all. The inside of the house is spotless, meticulously kept. When they go into the missing woman’s bedroom, they find the pile of clothes, which appear to have been removed while she was turning in a spiral. Oddly, they find only one boot, the other not being with the clothes or in the closet. Under the boot, Liz finds dried blood, and Cia finds some small figurines and blood, likely from old magical workings. The sisters determine that the boot is actually in the middle of a pentagram, and they think that someone literally whisked Evelyn away using magic. They say that they can try to do a finding spell, but leave it up to Layla whether she wants them to do so, or call the police and PsyLED to get involved. Layla chooses Liz and Cia, as well as the police already involved.

  Since they don’t want to disturb any residual magic left at Evelyn’s, the sisters go to Layla’s apartment to do some research, trying to find out where may be a good location for their spell. They hit on a good possibility—a property owned for over a hundred years by the family of the developer Evelyn works for, and the last place she stopped before going home the day she disappeared. Liz tells Layla to call both the police and PsyLED, letting each agency know that the other had been called, hopefully resulting in faster results.

  Liz and Cia set up their circle on the property, feeling the power of the place (which even seems to heal Liz’s ribs). Both women sense that their magic seems more powerful. They call out Evelyn’s name, along with a ritual word, and two people appear within the circle—one of them Evelyn, and the other a female vampire. Cia calls down a hedge of thorns spell to keep the vampire from getting loose. The vampire seems unhinged, and says she wants her shoe, pointing at the boot, and then bites Evelyn, which she obviously has been doing quite often, given the woman’s condition.

  Liz suggests that they call Jane for help, having to finally tell Cia about Jane being in town for the trial. Liz explains that she kept the information from her sister during the time of the moon when she is most powerful but sometimes unstable. Liz says Evelyn is their responsibility, but the vampire is Jane’s. Cia then says that, really, stopping Evangelina was their responsibility, but they passed it to Jane, who did her duty.

  After making sure the hedge spell is in place and very strong, Liz and Cia call Jane from the car. Jane says she will be there as quickly as she can be. While Liz is talking to her, Cia looks up more information about the area, especially curious since the magic of both women had been so much stronger there than it should have been, learning that the place was the site of a town where everyone disappeared in 1890. An old picture from the time period shows a woman who looks like the vampire they contained. Jane tells the witches to stay put.

  Jane arrives with several vampires, including Lincoln Shaddock and Dacy, his heir, and reports that the sisters stumbled upon something the vamps want to keep quiet—the female vampire, Romona, never came out of the devoveo, and since her husband couldn’t bring himself to have her killed, she escaped and killed everyone in the town. Unfortunately Romona also used blood-magic, being a witch vampire, and the two sisters know that they need to get cleansed and purified soon, since they used some of the that magic unknowingly.

  The vamps have agreed that Romona faces true-death at Jane’s hand, and they will pay a steep fee to the sisters if they do not talk about the secret of the town. Liz and Cia agree, as long as Evelyn survives. Romona’s husband distracts her with shoes, and when Cia brings down the hedge, Jane kills the rogue vampire. Dacy gives Evelyn enough blood to ensure that she will survive, and the sisters give their word they will not speak of the town unless someone else’s life is in danger, or the vampires tell them they can talk about it. Jane tells Lincoln to pay the sisters, and when they get to the car they find one hundred thousand dollars in the envelope.

  After returning Evelyn to her daughter, Liz and Cia head home. Cia tells Liz that when Evangelina threw the boulder on her, she was unable to move it and that Jane, in her cat form, was the one who did. The two women agree it is time to forgive Jane. They also agree that they really need to get cleansed of that addictive blood-magic.

  Beneath a Bloody Moon

  A Jane Yellowrock Novella

  By Faith Hunter

  Faith’s Note: This novella takes place (in the Jane Yellowrock timeline) after Blood Trade, after the short “The Devil’s Left Boot” in the anthology Kicking It and before Black Arts. It takes place over two days, in February, before Mardi Gras.


  “Jane.”

  I turned to the side and pulled the cell closer to my ear so my partners couldn’t see the stupid smile on my face. Deep inside, my Beast rolled to her paws, gathered them tight beneath her, and started to purr. I could hear her response in the tone of my voice when I drawled, “Ricky Bo LaFleur, as I live and breathe.”

  He chuckled. “You’ve been in New Orleans too long if you’re picking up the lingo and the accent.”

  Too long without you. But I didn’t say it. I was getting smarter. Finally. Our jobs and his little problem meant stealing moments when we could, and none of them were particularly satisfying. Rick is a special agent with PsyLED, the Psychometery Law Enforcement Department of Homeland Security, and so some things he can’t share. His job takes him all over the Southeast. My job means traveling too, hunting and killing rogue-vampires or keeping the secrets of the sane ones, so ditto on the not sharing. It puts a barrier between us.

  The relationship—if I could call it that—with Rick was still wobbly: bruised by miscommunication, stupid accusations, big-cat pheromones, and worse, the tattoo spells that kept my werecat sorta-boyfriend in human form. Oh. And the were-taint that was said to be communicable by, um, having fun. Okay, maybe “relationship” was too strong a word nowadays. I pulled my hip-length hair across my shoulder as I walked out the side door and onto the porch. “So, where are you?”

  “Too far for a meet and greet. I hope to get your way soon and make up for lost time, if you still have room for me with all the new men in your life.”

  “New men?” Incredulity laced the word.

  “The Younger brothers?”

  I’m not the most man-savvy gal in town, but even I detected the hint of jealousy in his tone. “Partners, Ricky Bo. Not hanky-panky.”

  “Good.” His voice dropped into the big-cat-purr register, more vibration than note. “I was kinda hoping you’d save all the hanky and the panky for me.”

  “I was leaning that way. But for that to work, we need to cross paths sometime. You suck at the boyfriend stuff almost as much as I suck at the girlfriend stuff.”

  “Soon,” he promised, “we’ll remedy that. But meanwhile, would you be interested in a side job for Uncle Sam?”

  I sat on the edge of the porch, my legs in the weak March sun, feet in the lemon thyme ground cover. The smell wafted up from my feet and tickled my nose. “PsyLED?” The arm of the government that employed Rick seemed more likely to want me on a dissection table than on their payroll. Of course, maybe not. They had hired Rick. “Do they know . . .” About me? Not said aloud.

  “That I’m dating a statuesque Cherokee? I told them all about us. They’re good with it.”

  The subtle emphasis on statuesque Cherokee told me that he was keeping my secret. Not that my being a skinwalker would be secret for long. Not now that I had been outted to the paranormal world in such a spectacular way—by changing to one of my animal forms in the back of a car—in front of numerous people, including the vampire Master of the City of New Orleans, Leo Pellissier. It was the only thing that had saved my life. But yeah. My anonymity wouldn’t last long. “Why don’t you do it, what’s the job, how dangerous, and how much?”

  “You don’t have to sound so suspicious,” he chuckled, “because this one is boring and the pay sucks.”

  “Oh, well, as long it’s all that.”

  “And more, Jane. Seriously, though, there have been a number of wild dog attacks west and south of you.” His tone changed and I couldn’t tell at first why. “They’ve been going on for four months with increasing severity. All on the full moon. All the victims died. Eaten.”

  Werewolf, I thought, feeling all the joy leach out of me. I had helped decimate the pack of werewolves that had invaded Louisiana, killing almost the entire pack to save Rick from them. Instantly I remembered the sound of gunfire, the sight of wolves falling and dying, their howls and screams of fury and pain.

  My team and I had saved Rick, but he’d nearly died. And saving him had left him scars, not the least of which were the spelled tattoos the alpha wolf-bitch had tried to eat from his arm and shoulder. She had mangled the tattoos badly, and messed up the magic spelled into them, which now kept him from turning into his werecat black leopard form on the full moon. He had been tortured. Raped. Abused beyond sanity, yet he had survived. Rick was tougher than nails, which was not something I had expected when I met the pretty boy on my first day in New Orleans.

  His tone in the safety zone of cop-speak, he went on. “The attacks started in Alexandria, and at first seemed to follow a trail leading south, along I-49.” The location and trail indicated that there could be a connection between the decimated werewolf pack and the pack of so-called wild dogs. Wild dogs didn’t follow highways. Werewolves might. “Recently the attacks have been centered near Chauvin, which is two hours from New Orleans and south of Houma. And I’m stuck farther north for the next few days.”

  I thought about that. Centering in one location meant that they had chosen hunting ground and claimed territory. However many there were now, they were likely getting ready to expand their numbers—build a big pack. And two hours was within the distance I could safely travel from New Orleans. Long story, but I was bound to the MOC, the chief fanghead. Only he didn’t know it. The job Rick offered was doable. And I was bored. . . .

  Carefully, trying to keep from hurting him, I said, “So. Okay. I’m to rule out . . . um . . . werewolves. That’s the job, and you’re too far away, and that’s why you aren’t doing it. So what about the danger and the pay? I’m still listening.”

  “We need you to ride around, talk to the sheriff and the local law, see what you can sniff out.” He meant in animal form but wasn’t saying that over a phone. He added more slowly, “Inspect both the crime scene pictures and the scenes themselves. I’ve seen the pics, but you might see things I missed.”

  Gruesome. The pics would be gruesome. But my other half, my Beast, wouldn’t be bothered by them. She liked to hunt, kill, and eat her dinner raw and still kicking. And she knew something about pack hunters and how they ate. Pack, she murmured deep inside. Hate pack hunters.

  “Yeah,” I said to both of them. “So what else?” With cops there was always more.

  “The sheriff asked me personally to look into this.” It took a second to make sense of the sheriff calling a special agent with PsyLED.

  “And the sheriff is . . .”

  He had the grace to sound embarrassed, even if only mildly. “Related. I have family there.”

  “Reeeeeally?” I said, trying for droll but probably just managing sarcasm. “Old home week?” Rick ignored the tone and plowed on. “Uncles and aunts, my first cousin Nadine, the sheriff of the parish, a good number of other first, second, and third cousins. One second cousin who has a single-engine plane if you need to scout. LaFleur kids in the local schools. Some in diapers and day care. A few in nursing homes up in Houma and Terrebonne. A first cousin who has a hotel south of Chauvin who’ll donate rooms.” In other words a large extended family, people he cared for. “If you take the job, I’ll let them know you’re coming. They’ll help any way they can.”

  “Uh-huh.” This sounded too easy. Had to be a catch. “How many people are whispering the word werewolf?” When Rick didn’t reply, I said, “And heading into the swamps and woods with torches and shotguns. And forming mobs with pitchforks and priests.”

  Rick chuckled, but it didn’t sound amused. “It isn’t that bad. Yet.”

  I put it together and shook my head. My words wry, I said, “Your cuz the sheriff called you and pleaded her case, and you pushed all the paperwork through to keep the family populace happy.”

  “To keep Mama happy, actually.”

  “Ouch.” Southern women were tough as nails. New Orleans women were that and more. Rick’s mama was a charming New Orleans woman, graceful, gentle, and delicate. She was also determined, strong-willed, and manipulative—scary good at getting her way. The whole barbed-wire fist in a vel
vet glove, or maybe pearls, pink pumps, and a horsewhip, or, worse, crinolines, debutants, and shotguns. Take your pick, that was his mother. I’d spent a week or so getting to know his family when Rick and I first started hanging out. His mama scared me.

  “How many do we think there are?” I hedged. “Werewolves.” Not mamas. Fortunately there was only one of those.

  “Maybe three. From the pictures and paw prints. One or two small, and one . . . big. Real big. I don’t want to say more because I want you to draw your own conclusions.

  “You’re not to take them on,” he said. “That’s not the job. All we want is for you to rule out or confirm weres. Then, if you have time, see if you can determine a general direction or location. I’m thinking a day. Two max. And PsyLED will pick up expenses and pay a stipend and—”

  “I have a contract for this stuff,” I interrupted. “I’ll fax it to you. We can dicker. But there will be a contract, and liability will be covered by Uncle Sam. Flat fee and all expenses. And Leo has to vet it.” Leo was my boss, but he didn’t really have to approve the job. It was entirely up to me. But I wanted all my bases covered if I was going to accept a contract with PsyLED.

  I could hear the smile in Rick’s voice when he gave me a fax number. “I’ll push it up the hierarchy and get back to you A-sap. Thanks, darlin’.” The call ended.

  Darlin’? Where had that come from?

  I walked back into the house. In the living room, Alex was bent over a bunch of screens, incorporating all of them into one, huge, touch-screen computer that would eventually cover an entire wall, his straggly hair hanging in tight curls, hiding his face. Alex was the tech guy for our security company, also known as the Kid for various reasons.