Ashes of Midnight (5 page)

 

But still she ran.

 

She was breathless by the time she reached the edge of the woods. Breathless and shaking, her feet stumbling over the grass and rough ground. She lifted her head and nearly burst into relieved tears to see the manor house looming up ahead of her. Behind her was darkness and the glow of flames in the distance. A jolt of adrenaline surged into her bloodstream, and Claire raced across the open lawn to the front door of the fortresslike estate.

 

The place was unlocked, left open in the guards’ haste to evacuate earlier. Claire flew inside and slammed the door behind her, throwing all of the bolts and locks home. She ran for high ground, grabbing a cordless phone along the way and fleeing up the stairs to the third floor, praying that the sanctuary she’d just found wouldn’t turn out to be her tomb. She was halfway through dialing Wilhelm’s secretary before she realized the phone had no dial tone. It was dead, nothing but endless broken static on the line.

 

“Damn it!”

 

Claire threw the phone down as she drifted to the large, shuttered windows on the far wall. She had some inkling of what she’d see on the other side of the glass, but it still robbed her of breath when she opened the shutters and peered out over the estate’s expansive grounds.

 

Black smoke plumed from the long drive and from within the forest. Orange fire twisted up over the treetops, licking at the starlit sky. And in the center of the woods, a
brighter light glowed—throbbing white heat, blindingly intense.

 

Andreas. He was the source of all that eerie light.

 

Would he come for her now? If he did, she had nowhere left to run.

 

But the light from his body didn’t move. Neither did Claire. Her feet stayed rooted to the floor near the window as she watched that unearthly pulse, unable to look away.

 

She watched, until hours passed and the fires on the road and in the forest began to die down.

 

She watched… as night crept steadily toward dawn and the glow of Andreas’s fury continued to burn.

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER
Four

 

 

S
he didn’t know what woke her.

 

With a start, Claire lifted her head from where her brow had been pressed against the cool glass of the window. She didn’t know how long she’d dozed—long enough that the faint pink blush of dawn had marched all the way over the horizon, bringing with it a drizzle-laden shroud of fog that blanketed the forest and the ground below.

 

Oh, God…
morning
.

 

Daylight growing brighter by the minute.

 

And no sign of Andreas’s light anywhere.

 

Claire’s breath misted the glass as she peered down from the window at the lifeless stretch of grass, pavement, and pines outside. Had he left while she’d slept? Was he gone now?

 

Was he dead?

 

After what she’d witnessed him do last night, she wasn’t sure why the thought should put such a knot of dread in her breast. But before Claire could tell herself that she should be damned grateful just to have survived the night herself, she was already on the stairs, descending swiftly through the heart of the manor house. She freed the locks on the front door and eased it open, pulling one of the guards’ coats off a stand in the foyer and wrapping it around her shoulders to ward off the wet chill as she stepped outside.

 

The striking quiet hit her first. No sound at all other than the intermittent patter of a light rain. It was so peaceful and still, she might have been tempted to think last night had just been a horrible dream. But then the pungent stink of extinguished fires carried across the grounds.

 

It had all been real, worse than the stuff of nightmares. Her nose burned with the acrid reminder of the violence she’d witnessed.

 

Claire drifted across the grass, bypassing the long drive to avoid the carnage of her vanguard. She didn’t want to see what the fires had done to the Breed males who’d been killed last night, nor did she want to know how quickly the rising sun would consume whatever might remain of them. It was that thought—the understanding of what prolonged ultraviolet exposure did to the hypersensitive skin of the Breed—that pushed Claire deeper into the forest.

 

Toward the place where she’d last known Andreas to be.

 

It was difficult to tell where the fog ended and the trailing smoke from burnt trees and scorched ground began. Everything seemed cloaked in heavy gray mist. Her skin
dampening with each step she took, Claire watched her feet move through the low-lying fog, following a blackened trail that led some long distance into the woods. The quiet reached out to her as she moved past singed bramble that clawed at her like skeletal fingers of the dead. The stench of old smoke and burnt vegetation grew stronger here, catching in the back of her throat.

 

And yet another sharp odor—not that of cold, extinguished flames, or even the electrical tang that had been rolling off Andreas’s body last night. But there was something else in the air. Fresh, rising heat. The sickly sweet olfactory assault of burning flesh.

 

Oh, no
.

 

She took a few anxious steps, faltering a bit as the earth dropped sharply, about a foot below her. The hole where the old tree root had been, she dimly registered. The hole that became a crater when Andreas blew her hiding place to bits in his rage.

 

It was at this spot in the woods that he’d lingered last night. He hadn’t followed her at all. And he hadn’t left before the sun began to rise.

 

He was still here.

 

Claire cautiously approached the large, dark shape huddled ahead of her on the fog-threaded ground. He wasn’t moving, hardly breathing. The fire that had been burning around him and within him was gone now. His clothes were scorched and torn. His skin sizzled under the hazy rays of the sun, already forming blisters everywhere that he was exposed.

 

He didn’t look so dangerous like this. He wasn’t the monster she’d met out here in the dark; he was just a man now. A man made deathly vulnerable by the part of him that was something more than human.

 

Like this, it wasn’t difficult at all to remember that she had once loved him like no other. It surprised her how easily the pain of their abrupt parting came back to her, as well.

 

Those days were long past, but no matter what she felt for him then or now, she could not let him suffer. She would not abandon him to the sun, no matter what he’d done or what he’d become in the long time since they had been together.

 

“Andre,” Claire whispered, her voice breaking the closer she got to him and saw the severity of his burns. “Oh, God, Andreas …can you hear me?”

 

He groaned something inaudible, but unpleasant. When she crouched down and put her hand out to touch his shoulder, he bared his fangs and snarled like an animal caught in a trap.

 

“You have to get up.” Claire took off the oversize trench coat and held it up for him to see. “I’m going to cover you with this to shield you from the sun. But you can’t stay out here or you’re going to die. You have to get up and come with me. Will you do that?”

 

He didn’t answer, but he also didn’t lash out at her when she gently placed the coat over his exposed skin.

 

“Can you stand up?”

 

He glared, his lip still curled back off his teeth. Something was very wrong with him, despite the fact that he was no longer livid with fire. His elliptical pupils hadn’t dilated back to normal yet, and his irises were still bright amber instead of the absorbing hazel color she knew them to be.

 

All of the Breed transformed in this manner when they hungered or in times of elevated emotional responses, but this seemed different somehow. More severe. Claire
couldn’t see many of his
dermaglyphs
—the intricate skin markings present on every member of the Breed—but the ones that were visible on his arms and through the torn patches of his clothing didn’t look right. Their colors were pulsing rapidly changing and mutating, as though some part of him were short-circuiting from the inside.

 

“Stand up,” she said, more forcefully this time. “I need you to walk, Andreas.”

 

To her surprise, he began to obey her. Slowly he dragged himself up off the ground. Claire offered him her hand when his knees buckled at first, but then he was on his feet, towering over her even though his spine was bent and his head was dropped low on his chest. Claire tugged the collar of the trench coat up over the back of his neck and skull to protect his head from any more UV damage.

 

“This way,” she told him. “You can hold on to me if you need to.”

 

She noticed he didn’t even try to take her up on that. With a pained grunt, he lurched into motion beside her. They progressed at a snail’s pace, trudging in silence out of the woods and back across the lawn to the manor house. By the time they reached the front entrance, Andreas’s feet were dragging beneath him like lead weights.

 

Claire tried to assist him up the few steps to the door, but he brushed her off as though her touch would burn him even worse than the sun’s rays beating down through the dissipating haze. Instead she went ahead and opened the door, holding it for him as he climbed the steps and all but collapsed in the foyer. He went down on one knee, then staggered back up with a groan.

 

“Goddamn it,” he snarled, his breath sawing between his parched lips. He looked up at her, his face sweat-soaked and raw with UV burns. “Where to now?”

 

Claire pointed to the other end of the foyer. “You might be most comfortable downstairs in the cellar. Wilhelm had a private room installed down there when the house was originally built, but it’s never used …”

 

He started moving even before she finished speaking. Claire followed him, sticking close in case he had trouble on the old stone staircase that led beneath the main floor. She heard his relieved sigh as the cool darkness enveloped him. He didn’t need artificial light to see, but Claire’s eyes took longer to adjust to the pitch-black surroundings. She flicked the switch and watched as Andreas staggered off the last step and sank down onto the cold stone floor.

 

He didn’t move to Wilhelm’s plush personal suite, just peeled off the trench coat and flung it aside, then let himself crumple in a broken sprawl. Claire said nothing as she eased down to sit on the third step from the bottom. She watched him in silence for a while, unsure what to make of him.

 

“Why did you do it?” His rough voice scraped out of the shadows, but his gaze was fierce with unearthly amber light. “Why did you help me?”

 

Claire found it hard to hold that hot, scathing look. “Because you needed help.”

 

He scoffed, a coarse, mocking sound. “You were never stupid, Claire. Bad time to start.”

 

The slam stung, but she only shrugged. “And you were never someone who would think nothing of killing dozens of people in the space of a few hours.”

 

He blinked, those amber irises shuttered for a long while. Did he know what he had done last night? Had any of it registered with him when he was in that state?

 

He blew out a low curse, then turned his face away from her.

 

“Andre,” Claire murmured softly. “Whatever is wrong with you, I’m sure there are people who can help. But you don’t have to think about any of that right now. All you need to do is rest, let yourself heal. You’re safe here.”

 

“Nobody’s safe now,” he muttered under his breath. He rolled back to face her, pinning her with the twin lasers of his transformed eyes. “Especially not you, Claire.”

 

She stared at him for some long moments, unsure how to respond. She couldn’t pretend she wasn’t afraid. Even battered by UV light, he was still very dangerous. Still a lethal predator, armed with a terrible power she’d had no idea he possessed.

 

It staggered her that she could have believed she’d known him so well in the four months they’d been inseparable, yet she had been oblivious to the side of him she saw last night. Then again, she’d also thought he loved her, only to be blindsided when he simply vanished from her life without a word of explanation.

 

Now he was back—finally, after three decades, she was looking at him once more—though nothing like she’d imagined it might be to reunite with him. Now she didn’t know who he was anymore…or
what
he was.

 

“Get some rest,” she finally managed to say.

 

Claire stood up and began the climb back up from the cellar, well aware that Andreas’s eyes followed her the whole time. She flicked the light switch, plunging the place back into darkness before she closed the cellar door and leaned her spine against it.

 

Her hands were trembling, her heart banging around in her rib cage.

 

Dear God. She hoped she hadn’t just made a terrible mistake.

 

One thing she knew for certain was that she had to find Wilhelm, and find him fast.

 

 

Wilhelm Roth was getting a blow job behind the wheel of a Jaguar XKR coupe doing 120 mph on an open stretch of highway when he noticed that his Breedmate had walked into the dream unannounced. She came up out of the median and paused on the side of the moonlit stretch of road about a quarter mile ahead of him.