Bloody Bones (33 page)

Serephina sat down in the corner on her throne. Magnus curled in the cushions at her feet. There was a flash of anger in his eyes, there, and gone. He wasn't enjoying being Serephina's boy toy. That got him an extra point in my book.

“Come sit by me, Jean-Claude,” Serephina said. She motioned to the cushions on the opposite side from Magnus. They'd have made an interesting pair.

“No,” Jean-Claude said. That one word was warning
enough. I drew my hand slowly from Jason's. If we really were going to fight, I'd need both hands.

Serephina laughed, and with that sound her power broke open and crashed on us poor humans.

The power rode down on me like pounding horses. My whole body vibrated with it. My mouth was too dry to swallow, and I couldn't quite get a full breath of air. She didn't have to touch me to hurt me. She could just sit on her throne and throw power at me. She could grind my bones into dust from a nice safe distance.

Something touched my arm. I jerked and turned, and it felt like slow motion. It has hard to focus on Jean-Claude's face, but once I did, the grinding power receded like the ocean pulling back from the shore.

I took a deep, shuddering breath, then another; every breath was firmer. “Illusion,” I whispered. “Fucking illusion.”

“Yes,
ma petite.”
He turned from me and went to Larry and Jason, who were still standing spellbound.

I looked back at the throne. The ghosts had formed a glowing nimbus around her; most impressive. But not nearly as impressive as her eyes. I had one wild glimpse of eyes that seemed to go on forever, then I stared at the hem of her white dress as hard as I could.

“Can you not meet my gaze?”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Can you really be that powerful a necromancer when you cannot even meet my eyes?”

I wasn't just not meeting her eyes. I was hunched over. I straightened but didn't move my eyes. “You're only about six hundred years old.” I raised my eyes slowly, inch by inch up the white dress until I could see her chin. “How the hell did you get to be this powerful in that amount of time?”

“Such bravado. Meet my eyes and I will answer you.”

I shook my head. “I don't want to know that badly.”

She chuckled, and the sound was low and dark. It slid down my spine like something loathsome and half-alive. “Ah, Janos, Ivy, so good of you to join us.”

Janos glided through the door with Ivy at his side. Janos
looked more human than he had since I'd first met him. His skin was pale but fleshy. His face was still thin, and he couldn't have passed for completely human, but he looked less monstrous. He also looked healed.

“Shit.”

“Is something wrong, necromancer?” Serephina asked.

“I hate to waste that many bullets.”

She gave that low chuckle again. It made my skin feel tight. “Janos is very talented.”

He walked past us. I could see bullet holes in his shirt. At least I'd ruined his wardrobe.

Ivy looked dandy. Had she run when the shooting started? Had she left Bruce to die?

Janos went down on one knee among the cushions. Ivy knelt with him. They stayed there, head bent, waiting for her to notice them.

Kissa moved to stand beside Magnus, bleeding, her arm held close to her side. But she glanced from the two kneeling vampires to Serephina, and back again. She looked . . . worried.

Something was up. Something unpleasant.

She left them kneeling, and said, “What business brings you to me, Jean-Claude?”

“I believe you have something that belongs to me,” he said.

“Janos,” she said.

Janos rose to his feet and went back out the door. He was out of sight only a moment, then came back carrying a large cloth sack like something Santa Claus would have carried. He untied the cord that held it shut and emptied the contents on the floor at Jean-Claude's feet. Splinters of wood, none of them big enough to make a decent stake, fell into a medium-sized pile. The wood was dark and polished where it wasn't white with new cuts.

“With my compliments,” Janos said. He shook the last bits of wood out of the sack and knelt back on the steps.

Jean-Claude stared down at the splintered wood. “This is childish, Serephina. Something I would have expected from you centuries ago. Now . . .” He motioned at the ghosts, at
everything. “How have you managed to subdue Janos? You feared him once.”

“State your business, Jean-Claude, before I grow impatient and challenge you myself.”

He smiled and gave a graceful bow, arms out to his sides like an actor. When he raised up, the smile was gone. His face was like a beautiful mask. “Xavier is in your territory,” he said.

“Did you truly think I would feel the presence of your pet necromancer, and not sense Xavier? I know he is here. If he challenges me, I will deal with him. Speak the rest of your business, or was that it? Did you come all this way to warn me? How touching.”

“I realize you are more powerful than Xavier now,” Jean-Claude said, “but he is slaughtering humans. Not just the attack on the missing boy's home, but many deaths. He has gone back to cutting up his pets. He draws attention to us all.”

“Then let the council kill him.”

“You are master in this territory, Serephina; it is your task to police it.”

“Do not presume to tell me my duties. I was centuries old when you died. You were nothing but a catamount for any vampire that wanted you. Our beautiful Jean-Claude.” She made beautiful sound like a bad thing.

“I know what I was, Serephina. Now I am Master of the City and follow the council's laws. We are not to allow humans to be slaughtered in our territories. It is bad for business.”

“Let Xavier kill hundreds. There are always more,” she said.

“Nice attitude,” I said.

She turned her attention to me, and I wished I hadn't said anything. Her power pulsed against me, like a great beating heart.

“How dare you disapprove of me,” Serephina said. I heard the rustle of her silk dress as she stood. No one else moved, and I heard her dress slither across the cushions,
sliding along the floor, as she came closer. I did not want her to touch me.

I stared up the line of her body, and saw her gloved hand strike outward. I gasped. Blood dripped down my hand.

“Shit!” It was a deeper cut than Janos had managed, and it hurt more. I met her eyes, anger making me brave, or stupid. Her eyes were pure white, like captive moons shining from her face. Those eyes called to me. I wanted to fling myself into her pale arms, to feel the touch of those soft lips, the sharp sweet caress of her teeth. I wanted to feel her body cradling mine. I wanted her to hold me like my mother once had. She would take care of me forever, and never leave, never die, never desert me.

That stopped me. I stood very still. I was standing at the edge of the pillows. The hem of her dress spilled at my feet. I could have reached out a hand and touched her.

Fear pounded my heart in my head. I could taste my pulse on my tongue.

She spread her arms wide. “Come to me, child, and I will always be with you. I will hold you forever.”

Her voice was everything good; warmth, food, shelter from all the things that hurt, all the disappointment. I knew in that moment that all I had to do was step into her arms and all the bad things would go away.

I stood there with my hands balled into fists. My skin ached to have her touch me, hold me. Blood still dripped down my hand from where she'd cut me. I rubbed my fingers into the cut, making the pain sharp.

I shook my head.

“Come to me, child. I will be your mother forever.”

I found my voice. It sounded rusty, choked, but it came. “Everything dies, bitch. You aren't immortal, none of you are.”

I felt her power waver like a pebble thrown in a pool, and I moved back a step, then another. It took everything I had left not to run from that room, and to keep running. To run and run and run. Away from her.

I didn't run. In fact, I stayed about two steps back, looking around. People had been busy. Janos stood next to
Jean-Claude. They weren't trying their vampire wiles on each other, but the threat was open, and there. Kissa stood to one side, blood pooling on the pillows at her feet. There was a look on her face that I couldn't read. It was almost amazement. Ivy was standing now, staring at me, smiling, pleased that I'd nearly fallen into Serephina's arms.

I wasn't pleased. No one had ever come closer, not even Jean-Claude. I was beyond scared. My skin was cold. I had broken her hold over me, but it was temporary. She might not be able to trick me with her mind, but I'd felt her mind brush mine. If she wanted me, she could have me. It wouldn't be pretty. No illusions, no tricks, just brute fucking force and she could have me. I would never run into her arms, but she could crush my mind. That she could do.

The knowledge was almost calming. If there was nothing I could do to prevent it, might as well not worry about it. Worry about the things you can control; the rest will either work themselves out, or they'll kill you. Either way, no more worries.

“You are quite right, necromancer,” Serephina said. “We are all mortal in this room. Vampires can live a long, long time. It makes us forget that we are mortal. But immortality eludes even us.”

It wasn't a question, and I agreed with everything she said, so I just looked at her.

“Janos told me you had an aura of power, necromancer. He said he used it against you as he would another vampire. I did it just now when I slashed your hand. I have never known a human that could be harmed so.”

“I don't know what you mean about an aura of power.”

“It is what allowed you to slip my magic. No human could have withstood me, and few vampires.”

“Glad I could do something to impress you.”

“I never said I was impressed, necromancer.”

I shrugged. “Fine, maybe you don't give a damn about humans, or keeping a low profile. I don't know about your council, or what they'll do to you for not helping us. But I do know what I'll do.”

“What are you babbling about, human?”

“I am the vampire executioner for this state. Xavier and his crew took a young boy. I want him back, alive. You help me get him back alive, or I go to the courts and get a death warrant on you.”

“Jean-Claude, talk to her, or I will kill her.”

“She has the weight of human law behind her, Serephina.”

“What is human law to us?”

“The council says that it rules us as it rules the humans. Refusing the human laws is the same as breaking with the council.”

“I don't believe you.”

“You can taste the truth of my words. I could never lie to you, not two hundred years ago, not now.” His voice was very calm, very sure.

“When did this new law go into effect?”

“When the council saw the benefit of being mainstream. They want the money, the power, the freedom to walk the streets in safety. They don't want to hide anymore, Serephina.”

“You believe what you say; that much is true,” she said. She looked down at me, and the weight of that gaze even with me looking away was like a giant hand mashing me down. I stayed on my feet, but it was an effort. You should bow down to such power. Grovel before it. Worship it.

“Stop it, Serephina,” I said. “Cheap mind tricks won't work, and you know it.” The cold lump in my stomach wasn't so sure.

“You fear me, human. I can taste it on the back of my tongue.”

Oh, goody. “Yeah, you scare me. You probably scare everybody in this room. So what?”

She drew herself up to every inch of her tall, thin frame. Her voice was suddenly soft, breathing down my skin like fur. “I will show you.”

She gestured outward with one gloved hand. I tensed, waiting for another cut, but it never came. A scream cut the air and whirled me around.

Blood ran down Ivy's face. Another cut appeared on her
bare arm. Two more on her face. Long, slicing wounds with every gesture that Serephina made.

Ivy shrieked. “Serephina, please!” She fell to her knees among the bright cushions, one hand outstretched towards the master vampire. “Serephina, master, please.”

Serephina walked around her, one gliding movement at a time. “If you had held your temper, they would all be ours now. I knew their hearts, their minds, their deepest fears. We would have broken them all. They would have broken the truce and we could have feasted on them to our blood's content.”

She was almost even with me. I wanted to move back away from her, but she might see it as a sign of weakness. Her dress brushed my leg, and I didn't care. I did not want her to touch me. I moved back, and she caught my wrist. I hadn't even seen her move.

I stared at that silk-gloved hand as if a snake had just coiled around my wrist. Hell, I'd have rather had the snake.

“Come, necromancer; help me punish this bad vampire.”

“No, thanks,” I said. My voice sounded shaky. It matched the fluttering in my gut. She hadn't done anything to me yet except touch me, but touch makes all powers stronger. If she tried a mind trick now, I was finished.

“Ivy would have taken great delight in your pain, necromancer.”

“That's her problem, not mine.” I was staring very hard at the silky cloth of Serephina's dress. I had a terrible urge to looks upward, to meet her eyes. I didn't think it was her power, just my own morbid compulsion. It's hard to be tough when you're staring at someone's body and being led around by the hand like a child.

Ivy lay on the floor, half-propped on her arms. Her lovely face was a mass of deep cuts. Bone gleamed in the candlelight from one cheek. Her right arm had a cut that showed muscle twitching and bloody.

Ivy stared up at me, and behind the pain was a hatred strong enough to light a match. The anger rose from her in slapping waves.

Serephina knelt beside her, drawing me down with her. I
glanced back at Jean-Claude. Janos had a white spider-hand on his chest. Larry mouthed the word “gun.” I shook my head. She hadn't hurt me yet. Not yet.