Dark Light of Mine (20 page)

I shook my head.  "No."

"I believe I remember hearing of them," Ryland said.

"Keeping up with families is not something I do," Stacey said.

Smith stared out the car window and pushed his thick glasses up his nose.  "My dad was kind of a big deal in the sorcery community.  He was on the Arcane Council, he taught advanced classes at the Academy, and he was well-liked.  My mom was just a nom even though she was the daughter of another powerful couple in the arcane community."

"Like the Conroys?" I asked.

"Not quite that powerful, but pretty far up the chain."

I wondered just how powerful my mother's parents were.

Smith glanced at his sister, disappointment etched into his face.  "Felicia, believe it or not, was head of her class in a nom school.  I think she was on track to pass me up when it comes to brains."

Felicia gazed fondly at her brother but quickly looked down at her hands when she saw the look on his face.

"She didn't go to an arcane school?" I asked, trying to figure out the bits and pieces of the magic community from what he was saying.

"No.  Besides, we all go to a more or less normal school until we're ten.  It helps us fit in with the noms.  Then we start our arcane training.  Most can't tap into their abilities until around ten or eleven anyway.  When I was eighteen and Felicia was thirteen, our parents were found dead in an alley, supposedly mugged."

"Someone mugged a sorcerer?" I asked, thinking if his father had a chance, he would've magicked his way out of it.

"Not bloody likely," Stacey said, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"My thoughts exactly," Smith said.  "The bodies were moved after they were killed.  The Arcane Inquisitor's office said it was a matter for the normal authorities and refused to get involved, while the police detectives who were involved encountered only bad luck and dead ends."

"What about the Templars?"

"They were prohibited from intervening by the Arcane Inquisitor."

"That does sound fishy," I said.

Ryland grunted.  "It ain't all that fishy.  Every major faction has its own version of the police to settle internal matters and they don't want the Templars in their business if they can help it.  They only call us in when one supernatural group mixes it up with another."

"But the Inquisitor didn't know who killed the Nostis," I said.  "What if it was a vampire?"

"They were shot in the backs of their heads," Smith said, a grim tone to his voice.  "If another super did the job, they did it with mortal instruments to make it look like a normal crime."

A sob erupted from Felicia.  She bent over, hands pressed to her eyes as tears dripped down her cheeks.  Smith put a hand on his sister's head for a brief moment before pulling it away and sighing.

"Did you ever find out anything?" I asked.

"Some dead ends.  I know my dad was meeting with a woman, but I never could find out her name.  I sometimes wondered if he might be having an affair."  Smith shook his head.  "But he just didn't seem like the cheating type."

"This is tragic," Stacey said, resting a hand on Felicia's back.  "And your sister went off the deep end after the murders?"

Felicia shot her a tear-stained look.  "I'm not the one who went off the deep end."

"Yeah," Smith said, ignoring her.  "I had enough inheritance to get my own place.  Felicia moved in with me.  But I was so wrapped up in my own investigation I didn't realize what she was going through."  His lips tightened and it looked like years of guilt suddenly climbed onto his shoulders.  "Then one of her teachers called me and asked if she was sick, because Felicia hadn't been at school for a week."  Anger flashed on his face.  "When I tracked her down, she was doing meth with some loser dropout and his buddies in a trailer park.  I wanted to kill them all."

"Will you shut up," Felicia said, wiping away her tears.  "Stop talking about me like I'm not here."

"That's the problem," Smith said.  "It's almost like you're not here.  Like the Felicia I knew died a long time ago."

"Good god," I said, looking at Felicia.  "You were doing meth?  How old were you?"

Her bottom lip quivered and fresh tears threatened.  "Sixteen." 

Smith's lip curled up in distaste.  "It got worse.  I became obsessed with finding my parents' killer.  And Felicia just did her own thing until one day one of her boyfriends came by, banging on the door and crying like a baby.  When I opened it, he had my sister in his arms."  He sucked in a breath as his voice caught.  "I thought she was dead."

Felicia took her brother's hand in hers and gripped it.  "I'm sorry, Adam.  I couldn't take the pain anymore.  Maybe it would've been better if you'd just let me die."

Smith shook his head.  "And lose the last family I had?"  He dropped her hand and looked away.  "I guess you have your own vampire family now."

"You're my brother and I still love you," Felicia said, her face red and soaked with tears.

Stacey handed her another tissue.

"You don't love anyone except yourself," he snapped back.  "If you cared at all about me or the memory of our parents, you'd stop doing stupid crap and make something of yourself."

"Well, I'm sorry I wasn't born with any useful abilities, Adam!  I'm sorry I was the useless nom.  I wanted to be something special.  Why else do you think I accepted Maximus's offer?"  She blew her nose with all the gusto of a drama queen just as Ryland took a sharp corner, rocking Felicia into me.

I cringed away from the well-used tissue.

Smith blew out an exasperated breath and swatted her excuse with a wave of his hand.  "If even half of what Justin told me is true, about vamplings and kidnapping, then the price of his 'gift' was too high.  It wouldn't even be so bad if you'd done a single worthy thing with your abilities.  Instead, you've only made things worse."

Ryland pulled the car to a curb and hit the brakes hard enough to send everyone flailing against their seatbelts.  "We're here," he said.

No kidding!

Smith got out of the car quick as he could and stormed away, fists clenched.  I couldn't blame him.  His sister was a hot mess and brainwashed besides.  On the other hand I knew why he still wanted to help her and protect her.  She was his only family.  It was the same reason I wanted my mom back and why I wanted to rescue my sister.  They were my family and I had to do everything in my power to help them.  Not that I was doing a great job of things right now.

Stacey pulled Felicia from the other side of the car, but I didn't think we had to worry about her running.  The grief in her red eyes and slump in her shoulders spoke of defeat.  But a tiny part of me understood why she'd turned vampire.  If I had an older sibling who inherited all the family abilities and I had nothing, I'd probably be jealous too.  And if some hot curvy vampire woman offered me supernatural strength and immortality, I'd probably take it.

I looked at the line of iron doors in the alleyway, trying to remember which one was Shelton's.  They all looked the same.  Then I noticed the column of smoke pouring from a building down the road.  I saw several distant figures rush around a corner and head our way, running like their lives depended on it.

Chapter 19

"Is that Elyssa?" I asked, unable to make out who it was since my supernatural vision was still on the fritz.

"It's her and several others I don't recognize," Ryland said.

"Those are frickin' hellhounds," Smith said, gripping his wand.  "Son of a—Felicia, get inside now!"  He flicked the rod at one of the iron doors and it burst open with the loud ping of metal.

Ryland gripped my arm.  "I have to help them, Justin.  Will you be okay here?"

I felt absolutely useless, staring at the figures down the road.  "Yeah."

"What do you want me to do?" Stacey asked as Ryland and Smith raced down the road.

I looked at Felicia who was huddled against the brick wall near the door her brother had opened.  Dim sunshine filtered through the clouds and it seemed to be affecting her.

"Will you help them, Stacey?  I think I can manage Felicia for now."  Truth be told, I really didn't care if she ran away at this point.  I had much larger fish to fry and the vampire chick wasn't on the list.

Stacey regarded the girl for a moment.  "Do not trust her for one moment, Justin."

"I won't," I said as I peered down the road to see what the situation was.

She nodded and blurred away in a streak of blonde and pink.  I clenched my fists though I hardly had the strength to call the act 'clenching'.  The urge to hobble down the road as fast as I could was almost unbearable even though I'd only be a liability.

Elyssa.
  I wanted to make sure she was safe.  I wasn't fit to wipe a hellhound's nose in my state.

"I know the feeling," Felicia said from the shade of the building.  She didn't seem eager to enter the dilapidated old building Smith had opened for her and I didn't blame her, considering the rank odor drifting from inside.

"What feeling would that be?"

"Feeling useless."

"How do you know what I'm feeling?"

"Something's wrong with you or you'd have been the first one down there.  And it's killing you that you can't help."

She might be a world-class bitch who'd almost murdered my girlfriend, but she wasn't stupid.  "Yep.  So if you're gonna run, you might as well do it now."

She squinted at the weak sunlight and shook her head.  "I'm done with running."

I crossed my arms.  "Twenty minutes ago you were ready to run to Maxi-poo."

"I love him.  He's so amazing, you can't believe it."

"Are you sure he didn't brainwash you with his voice trick?"

"He would never do that," she said, anger rising in her voice.

"So run back to him.  Skedaddle like a good dog.  I'm sure Maxi will be happy to have you back."  I shook my head and left her in the shade, hobbling down the road a bit for a clearer view of the battle.  From what I could tell, Ryland and Stacey had shifted forms and were facing two of the hounds.  Shelton and Smith were shooting the third one with what looked like crazy white beams of light while my dad unleashed a flurry of blows against a fourth.  A woman with a mane of golden hair stood next to Elyssa.  Between them lay a body, and it wasn't moving.

"Maximus was hired to kidnap you," Felicia said.

I spun.  "What?"

"I overheard someone offering him money for your capture."

I walked over to her, wanting to grip her shirt and jerk her to her feet, but realized I was more likely to face plant on the filthy alley floor in my current state.  "Who?  Did you see them?"

"No.  But that's why we were following the sorcerer.  That's why we were ready for you."

"But you took my dad."

"Maximus didn't care who we caught.  He wanted a spawn so he could increase the potency of his blood.  He's obsessed with it."

"Obviously.  Did the person who hired him say why they wanted me?"  This struck me as odd considering my dad was the one with the death mark.  Why would anyone want me?

"I have no idea."

The brick wall to our right exploded in a shower of red dust and fragments.  Felicia shrieked.  I stumbled back, barely catching myself against the wall before I fell down.  Yellow eyes glowed in the dust and moved toward us as a rumbling growl gave me a pretty good idea what owned those eyes.  A massive hellhound, black as night and scary as hell, emerged from the dust and stared straight at me.  The thing was big as a mule and looked like something out of a dog catcher's worst nightmare.  I couldn't run.  I couldn't hide.  The damned thing would just tear straight through the walls of the nearby buildings.  When it growled, its black muzzle quivered and thick saliva drooled from black razor-sharp teeth.  I thought a regular dog's breath stank.  The humid rankness coming from this creature's mouth rivaled a rotten omelet stuffed with raw sewage.

"Leave him alone," Felicia said, jumping in front of me and holding her hands out to the sides as if flailing her arms would make her skinny little self look threatening.

"Don't get in its way," I said.  "You won't even slow it down."

"I can deal," she said, a bit of snark entering her voice.

The clouds had further obscured the sun, but her skin was already turning pink.

"Why do you want me?" I asked the hellhound.  "Tell me who sent you."

It didn't seem to understand a word I said, or else it was ignoring me.  I was so sick of being chased.  So damned tired of not knowing what was going on.  And the worst part was they kept attacking the people I cared about!

The hellhound advanced.  Felicia ran at it.  Ebony canines snapped.  She punched the hound right in the nose.  It yelped.  Growled.  Lunged at her.  She punched its nose again and it backed off, hackles bristling, massive head low, muscles coiled.  A deep rumble in its throat vibrated the air.

"I used to be a dog-sitter," she said, not looking back at me.  "Some of them were nasty aggressive and this was the best way to deal with them."

"Great.  I guess you're the dog whisperer, vampire edition."

The hound lunged.  She jumped back, but the sunlight slowed her reflexes.  The creature batted her aside with a huge paw.  She smacked against the iron door with a loud clang, knocking her senseless.  The hound went for the kill, its savage teeth primed to rend Felicia to bits.

"No!" I screamed.  Agony slammed twin spikes into my forehead.  My skin seemed to swell.  The beast inside me raged.  "Don't harm her!" I shouted.  Or I tried to shout those words.  Instead, my voice came out deep and guttural and in a language I didn't recognize.  Or did I?

The hound froze in place.  Turned to me, its eyes full of understanding.  Or maybe it was just hungry.  It cocked its head to the side like a confused puppy and whined.  I didn't have a clue what to do next.  I tried to remember what I'd said and how I'd said it, but whatever brain cells I'd just used were back on vacation.

Then the massive hound perked up its ears and looked toward the hole it had smashed through the brick wall.  It gave me another curious glance before vanishing into the rubble.