Christine Feehan 5 CARPATHIAN NOVELS

by Christine Feehan

  Vikirnoff glanced toward the prince fighting his way toward the other Carpathians. He was still a distance away to their left and in spite of the desperate situation, looked calm. Mikhail fought back two of the lesser vampires to give Raven time to follow Dominic through the narrow gap in the enemy line. At once the prince found himself surrounded and cut off from the other hunters. The vampires and their clones began to converge upon him like a wild pack of frenzied wolves. The others were too far away to help. Vikirnoff shifted directions and went to aid Mikhail.

  Natalya ran in a fog of misery, feeling crushed under the weight of losing her brother all over again. She knew she had no choice, but she wished she’d had more time. She glanced over her shoulder to assure herself that Vikirnoff was alive and well. She couldn’t bear to lose him, too. Skidding to a halt, she spun around. He was off to her left already battling his way toward the prince.

  What are you doing? Go with the others! Vikirnoff joined the battle, whirling like a mad demon, his sword slicing bodies and driving through the clones to get to the vampires pressing Mikhail. He cut a wide swath, shouting for the prince to work back toward him.

  Natalya snarled, the stripes in her hair and on her skin more pronounced than ever as the tigress rose close to the surface. She shot at the vampire nearest Mikhail, targeting first his heart, then his throat. If she could get him down, even for a few minutes, with Vikirnoff taking out the others, Mikhail could fight his way free to join the other Carpathians. Once out into the forest, they could shift and use other skills. Then the tide just might turn in their favor.

  The vampire shuddered and turned toward her, his mouth gaping wide with curses, his teeth bloody and jagged. The glowing eyes settled on her with hatred and fury and he took to the air, flying straight at her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Mikhail cut down the other vampire, ripping the heart from the chest. Lightning arced and to her astonishment, it struck the vampire flying at her, knocking him right out of the sky. Vikirnoff glared at her and she knew he had been the one to aid her.

  Show-off. She fell in beside him as he flanked the prince, sprinting toward the north and safety.

  Dominic raced ahead of all of them, leading the way toward the forest, cutting through the few enemies in their path. Sara and Raven ran directly behind him and Falcon and Manolito brought up the rear. They were close to the timberline and Natalya felt a sense of relief sweeping through her even though the clones were rushing to fill the break in the line.

  To her horror, Dominic hit something invisible. Sparks flew, rained from the sky and electricity sizzled and arced, a hot orange-red streak, burning down the left side of the Dragonseeker and welding him to the hidden barrier. He was held there, his arm burning, unable to get free.

  Pain radiated over his face, but he remained steadfast, turning as far as he could, transferring the lightning sword to his one good arm. The Carpathians came to an abrupt halt, formed a loose semicircle facing outward and waited for the master vampire to appear.

  Natalya stepped up close to Dominic where his arm continued to burn, caught in the hidden shield. The edges of the weave were more evident close to his arm. She studied it carefully, the various strands broken from catching the Dragonseeker in its mesh. “I think I can bring this down.” Natalya made the announcement in a low voice. “If you buy me some time, I can bring it down.”

  Mikhail glanced sharply at Vikirnoff, who nodded at the unspoken question. “She’s good. Better, maybe, even than Rhiannon.”

  “Take it down then,” Mikhail said.

  She shoved a full clip into her gun and handed it to Sara with extra ammunition. “If you and Raven help me, we can get this done fast.”

  Sara nodded. “I’m with you. Tell me what to do.”

  Raven stepped up beside them and the three women moved close to the barrier, inside the loose circle the men had made.

  Natalya blocked out the rising fear and the sound of battle to concentrate on the feel of the shield. It was little different than a safeguard, the spell had been twisted for evil purposes, but it was still just magick. And she knew magick.

  She held her palms up to feel the strength of the weave. Maxim. She had felt him in her mind and knew his touch. This was his work. It had been a terrifying experience to be touched by evil, but she had also been in his mind. She knew how he worked—and Razvan had aided him in weaving such strong magick. Razvan had used her safeguards and spells. It was only a matter of time before she could figure it out. “Oh, yeah,” she said softly, “I can bring this baby down.”

  Vikirnoff kept his eye on Natalya as he fought off the next wave of clones. He knew the other hunters were growing tired. All of them had been relatively lucky. They all had sustained grave injuries, mostly deep cuts, but no one was out of the battle other than perhaps Dominic. The Dragonseeker still fought valiantly, pinned to the barrier as he was, but in the end, if Natalya didn’t bring it down, they were all going to die.

  There was a sudden silence. The air stilled and the clones backed away from the loose knot of Carpathians. Maxim had arrived. The vampires parted and he stood there. Powerful. Ancient. His sneering face revealing his depravity and his contempt of them. His gaze fell on Dominic. “We meet again. You do not look well, my old friend.”

  “I was never your friend, traitor,” Dominic answered. He made no move to try to free his arm from the barrier, even as blisters continued to rise and the smell of burnt flesh drifted on the breeze.

  Vikirnoff glanced again at Natalya. Raven and Sara stood side by side in front of her, shielding her from the vampire in an effort to keep him from seeing what she did. Occasionally a graceful hand moved from behind the two women as Natalya sketched patterns in the air. Before Maxim had a chance to notice, Mikhail stepped forward to face him.

  The movement of the prince triggered a restless murmuring of the clones and they pressed forward until Maxim held up his hand. “They are eager to kill you, Dubrinsky. I wonder why so many despise your very existence.”

  “You will not win.” Mikhail’s voice was low but carried power and authority.

  Maxim smiled. “Oh, but you are wrong. We have already won. You think that your second-in-command comes rushing to your aid, but he cannot help you. He will die just as your brother and your daughter and every member of your family will die. There will be no Dubrinsky left on this earth and we will have stamped out the hunters for all time.”

  How close are you, ainaak enyém?

  Natalya’s derisive snort was loud in his mind. So now I’m conveniently forever yours again, now that you need my skills. Wasn’t if five minutes ago you were telling me to get the hell away from you?

  Vikirnoff sighed. I never said that.

  Not only did you say it, Lone Ranger, but you thought it. And punishment? If I didn’t obey you were going to punish me? I saw that, too, by the way, floating around in your silly brain. I do not obey anyone.

  How well I know that. How much longer?

  If you’d leave me alone, I might get it done. He’s used a very complicated spell. Dominic is aiding me. Attached as he is to the barrier, he can feel some of the strands that I cannot. Between us, we are unraveling it. A few more minutes. Gregori is close; has he been warned not to approach the barrier?

  Mikhail has kept him informed.

  Vikirnoff inched forward, keeping the movements imperceptible, not wanting to draw attention to himself. The hatred Maxim felt for the prince was so strong it was almost alive. The vampire was on the edge of violence, a driving need to kill overriding his need to gloat. Every bit of emotion he had managed to find as a vampire, in his highest moments when he killed his victims and feasted on the adrenaline-rich blood, he had dreamt of this moment, when he could take his revenge on the Carpathian hunters by killing their prince.

  The air grew still. No one moved. There was no shuffling of feet or rattle of weapons. Vikirnoff gripped the hilt of his sword, silently swearing. The Carpathians were severely handicapped without the use of t
heir magick. Maxim had the full use of his powers and an army he could replenish at will.

  The sky erupted right in front of them with an army of vampires and clones, so many they hindered one another as they flew at the small band of hunters. Mikhail stepped forward to meet the attack, but Vikirnoff, Falcon and Manolito stepped in front of him. Lightning swords streaked through the air, cutting everything in the path. As fast as body parts fell to the ground, animals sprang up, rats with sharp teeth rushing at their legs to cut them down.

  Sara stepped forward and began to fire steadily, one bullet at a time, a calm display of marksmanship in the midst of the chaos. Raven caught up the sword Dominic threw to her while he forged a new one. She went back to back with her lifemate, fighting off the airborne attacks.

  Suddenly Maxim appeared behind Manolito, ripping the sword from his hand and slicing a razor-sharp talon across his throat. He moved with such speed he was a blur. Vikirnoff whirled around, slicing through the vampire’s leg with his sword, but Maxim was only a shadow, insubstantial, already gone, melting away behind his frenzied army. Manolito went down and several rats rushed him. Vikirnoff kicked two of them away and was forced to fight off several clones flying straight at him.

  Natalya! Get the damned thing open, they are all over us.

  I’ve got a small opening. Dominic is covering it. Can you get the information to Gregori? I’ll keep working to bring it down. It is very complicated

  Hurry, Natalya. We cannot hold them off much longer.

  Keep your panty hose on.

  Vikirnoff wasn’t about to ask what that meant or where she got the phrase. Most likely a movie. He had tried to convey the urgency of the moment, but he knew unraveling a spell of such magnitude wasn’t easy and in some cases, impossible.

  His sword cut through two others. Sara and Raven rushed to his side and dragged Manolito back behind the fighting hunters to Dominic. Raven knelt beside him, her hands pressed to his throat, the healing chant filling their minds as they fought. Mikhail took Manolito’s place, and the sight of him whipped the vampires into a killing frenzy.

  Falcon staggered back, several deep cuts on his chest and face. Vikirnoff leapt the distance between them to cover him, taking great sweeping cuts with his sword. When he glanced back at Mikhail, he couldn’t even see the prince with the army swarming around him. Darker shadows swept across the knot of fighters and Vikirnoff’s heart sank as Maxim appeared. He had no choice but to abandon Falcon to aid the prince. Should they lose Falcon, they would lose Sara and her unborn child.

  Vikirnoff took two steps toward the prince and was driven back by several clones. He heard a groan and turned his head just in time to see Gregori burst out from behind Dominic who was shuddering with pain. Small dots of blood beaded the Dragonseeker’s brow. The burns had spread across his shoulder, down his arm, up his neck to his face. He clenched his teeth together as Jacques pushed past him, rushing to join the battle. Only then did Dominic free himself from the barrier and slump to the ground.

  Gregori went straight for the knot of vampires, wading through them with his incredible strength, his silver eyes blazing. Jacques dragged Falcon back and together with Vikirnoff tried to hold back the growing army. It didn’t matter how many they cut down, Maxim simply replaced them, replicating them at an astonishing speed. The barrier had to come down soon or they would all die.

  Gregori kicked aside a rat, tossed a clone into the barrier where it sizzled and howled, and snapped a second clone’s neck to make his way to the prince’s side. As Maxim reached for Mikhail, Gregori slammed his weight into him. He went through the vampire, staggered and caught himself, whirling around to find the master vampire close, a small, smug smile very much in evidence.

  “I had hoped you would join us.” Maxim greeted him.

  “I always oblige.” Gregori circled to the right.

  Everything is connected! Natalya’s voice was filled with excitement. Tell the prince. It is all connected. When the barrier falls, so will all of his other shields. All of you will be able to shift and use whatever works to win this battle.

  Bring it down now, ainaak enyém, or none of us will survive the next ten minutes.

  Maxim stepped even closer, matching Gregori’s steps as if dancing with him. All the while that small ugly smile of contempt played over his thin lips. As Gregori slammed his fist deep, Maxim twisted slightly, taking the punch, trapping the hunter’s hand in his body, his ribs squeezing sharply, acting like a guillotine. Gregori’s face blanched and he dragged his arm back without his hand. A fountain of blood poured out. All of the Carpathians could hear Gregori’s lifemate’s scream of agony reverberating through their minds.

  Maxim plunged his own fist into the hunter’s chest cavity, driving through bone and muscle to reach the beating heart of the prince’s second-in-command.

  “It’s down! It’s down!” Natalya cried and whirled to join the battle.

  “Stop.” The single word was issued with such authority and power everyone stilled. Mikhail stepped close to Gregori. “Release him, Maxim.”

  “I am going to tear out his heart.” The fingers dug deeper, ripping at arteries. “You have far too high an opinion of the Daratrazanoff family as your second-in-command, Mikhail. You would have been better to look to the Malinov family.”

  Gregori, instead of making a second attempt to get at the master vampire’s heart, reached back toward Mikhail. His torn body shuddered. The only thing keeping him standing was the fist burrowing around his heart. He made no sound, but he reached for his prince with his bloody stump of an arm.

  Mikhail stepped forward and gripped Gregori’s wrist, cauterizing the wound as he leaned close and sank his teeth deep into his jugular.

  There was a stunned silence, broken only by Maxim’s scream of rage as he dug frantically, trying to remove the hunter’s heart. Mikhail’s other hand caught Maxim’s forearm and pulled as he swept his tongue across Gregori’s neck to close the pinpricks. When Mikhail lifted his head, he looked different. His skin glowed a warm golden color. He forced Maxim’s arm out of Gregori’s chest and the hunter fell to the ground, clutching his mangled body.

  Mikhail stepped away from the other Carpathians, his arms outstretched, his eyes closed, his mind reaching, drawing, expanding. Streaks of light flashed from Mikhail to Gregori, to Falcon, Dominic and Jacques. The bands of light connected Raven, Sara and Natalya, leapt to Vikirnoff and Manolito. The power swelled until the earth vibrated with it.

  Natalya felt the connection of all Carpathians, near and far, ancient and new, vampire or hunter. Every skill, every talent, every bit of knowledge poured from their minds into a single person. She blinked rapidly in astonishment as Mikhail’s feet left the ground. Blinding light shot from his fingertips, from his mouth and eyes, streaking across the army of clones, shattering them, so that they fell empty and lifeless all around the master vampire.

  The lesser vampires began to burn, skin smoking and melting, faces distorting. They ran in circles howling in fear.

  Maxim tried to shift, sliding back to his shadow spirit, a form he often used to move quickly and without being seen, but Mikhail’s light was too strong. There in the dark of night, there were no longer any shadows to slip into. The light struck his face, his skin and small holes began to form, little pinholes enlarging slowly all over his body. He roared his hated. He thrashed, spewing insects and acid, fighting to get away from the light.

  Mikhail only rose higher, shedding more light, until even the eyes of the hunters burned and they had to shield their eyes. Maxim’s skin began to split and peel. Long strips fell to the ground and sizzled under the heat of the unbearable light. His long pointed nails curled and turned black. Noxious smoke poured from his body and rose upward, absorbed by the light and Maxim shrieked louder, raising his arms in an effort to take back his fading spirit.

  The vampire’s chest split apart and worms poured out of his body, the blackened, wizened heart spilling into the radiant light. Maxim str
etched his arm toward the organ. The heart tumbled back toward the vampire, but it was already beginning to smolder. The organ burst into flame and the vampire could only watch in horror. His hair, skin, even his teeth began to smoke.

  Gregori stirred and with an effort, dragged himself over to Mikhail. The hunter staggered to his feet and reached his one good hand toward his prince. Mikhail caught it. The light arced between, surrounded them and for one long moment shone through them. When Gregori pulled Mikhail back to the ground, Gregori’s hand had already regenerated.

  Mikhail walked over to Maxim and stared into the red eyes. “My opinion of the Daratrazanoff family will always remain the same.”

  Maxim slid to the ground in a puddle of melted flesh, the eyes staring up at Mikhail and Gregori. Black smoke drifted up from the pupils. Tiny flames burst through the smoke to incinerate the last of the vampire. There was a long silence. A wind rose and cleared away the stench of blood and battle.

  Natalya let out her breath slowly and reached for Vikirnoff’s hand. “Okay,” she said. “He can have the book.”

  20

  Vikirnoff stood shaking his head, his narrowed gaze on Natalya as she leapt over a boulder, danced through a small creek, all the while wielding her lightning sword in and out of the trees fighting imaginary opponents. “Nothing is safe anymore. You have lost your mind.”

  Her laughter floated back to him, touching him, warming him. “I’m practicing to be one of the three Musketeers. Or better yet, Luke Skywalker. I could see myself being Luke Skywalker. Totally.”

  “Why not Princess Leia?”

  Natalya stopped and spun around, mouth open in astonishment, her sword pulsing with light. “You’ve seen Star Wars.”

  He folded his arms across his chest and grinned at her. “I believe everyone has seen Star Wars.”

  Natalya held the lightning sword in the air and grinned. “No wonder you all thought of making these swords. They negate the need for hairspray and flamethrowers.”