Don't Read After Dark: Keep the lights on while reading these! (A McCray Horror Collection) (75 page)

“Wait,” she said. Tears brimmed, dancing along her eyelids. “I believe.”

Belief wasn’t necessarily faith, but it was going to have to do.

He opened the coat and watched her eyes dilate as she adjusted to seeing his form again. “I need you tucked inside.”

Tentatively, she stepped inside the confines of the jacket. Their body heat mingled.

“Closer,” he urged. He didn’t necessarily need her closer for the spell to work. It felt nice to have her alongside him. With her apricot scent, she smelled good.

Angela wrapped her arms around his waist and tucked herself under his arm. Rook closed the coat, murmuring words of sealing. It would not do for the damn thing to flutter open halfway down the hall.

Certain that their disguise was light-tight, Rook opened the door. The battle had carried further down the hallway, and there was no clear path to the exit. They might be invisible, but if they bumped into any of the combatants, their presence would be revealed.

As a bullet whizzed past, ricochets also climbed high on the list of dangers they still faced. He guided Angela along the side of the hall, giving wide berth to the Theolan slugs. A guard nearly ran into them as he fled the hungry mollusk.

Rook clutched Angela’s waist and spun them around, as if they danced a deadly tango. A Yetian took a swipe at a downed man as Rook brought them around the other side—then stopped them abruptly as they ended up at the end of a gun barrel. The guard was about to shoot the Yetian.

Worse, the spell around them began to warp. Angela’s fear could be their undoing.

He held her close, letting the strength of his arms flow into her.

“Faith,” Rook whispered.

* * *

The hairs along Angela’s arm went up as Rook’s words caressed her ear. Pulling her weight to him, he pivoted them just as the gun fired. From there, Rook wove them through the fight as though it was merely a waltz. His steps swept them through battles and around claws.

Angela pressed up against him. She wanted to close her eyes to the carnage surrounding them, but could not. It was like a movie playing for just their benefit. Angela had truly believed that she had no faith left in her bones, yet she noticed that the spell protecting them had gone from sparkling silver to a nearly clear surface. She looked out at the scene as if underwater.

It would have been magical if it weren’t for the bloody cries.

One more sweeping turn, and they were past the fighting. Only a few steps separated them from the exit. Rook held her tightly, her toes still inches from the floor and their bodies pressed against one another.

“You saved us,” he whispered as he set her down.

How could she have saved them? She was the one who nearly panicked. Angela went to retort, but Rook put his finger to his lips and indicated the door. Angela got it. They could talk about it after they were safe.

Angela watched as Rook turned the handle on the door. It cracked open, and then an alarm blared. The entire hallway turned toward them. Monsters and guards. Slugs and Yeti. They might still have an invisibility cloak on, but everyone knew exactly where they were. Bullets flew as Rook hurled them out the door, and then slammed it closed behind them.

He looked up and down the alley.

“Damn it! Where in the hell is Beauty?”

Angela had no idea what he was talking about, but when Rook grabbed her hand and ran full tilt, she did
not
argue.

* * *

“Where in the hell is Rook?” Beauty asked Tomahawk as she slammed on the brakes, cranking the wheel as far as it would go as they careened around the corner.

Of course, the winged demons chasing them easily banked in the air and followed them, gaining precious feet on them. Beauty had to swerve to the right to avoid hitting a guard. The place was swarming with enemies, but they had yet to find Rook’s extraction point. He had been a little thin on
that
detail of his grand plan.

“Can you sense Rook?” Tomahawk asked Fanny in the backseat. Beauty glanced in the rearview mirror. Poor Fanny did not seem able to sense their presence, let alone Rook. She rocked compulsively, spittle at the corner of her mouth. To be so close to so many creatures that were rich in magic, the girl was on overload.

And things only got better as Chad sat up in the far back. “What’s happening?” he asked groggily.

“Darlin’, it’s just a nightmare. Lie back down,” Beauty encouraged, wishing it were actually true.

Luckily, Chad flopped back down and out of sight. Unfortunately, that allowed Beauty to see the winged, clawed, and fanged demon barreling down on them.

* * *

Rook held Angela’s hand as they skidded to a stop. The alleyway was blocked by a huge chunk of a demolished building. He turned to find several guards chasing them. The other alley, well, that wasn’t an option, since a large shadow moved of its own accord. They were cornered.

“Can they see us?” Angela whispered.

“The guards? No, they are just taking their best guess,” Rook explained. “But those,” he said, indicating the shadows, “Those can see us as clear as day.”

The
Amiculum e’Felos
spell worked pretty damned well against most talented creatures, but Night Shades? Their vision worked perfectly fine in pitch black. His spell was nothing to them. But since when did Night Shades act as mercenaries? The woman in his care must truly be someone coveted.

He had to face it. He was outmatched.

But not outsmarted.

He closed his eyes and pictured those colorful ponytails.

“Fanny,” Rook breathed out.

* * *

Tomahawk held on as Fanny went stiff in his arms, and then her eyes flew open.

“Rook!” Fanny screamed as she leapt from his hold, scrambling over the front seat, where she clenched the wheel with white knuckles and yanked it to the right.

Tomahawk grabbed Fanny by the waist and tried to haul her back as Beauty pried her fingers from the steering wheel.

“Fanny, you are going to wreck us!” Beauty scolded, but it did no good. Fanny forced them down a side alley.

“Rook. He’s this way!”

Ahead of them, a wall of black appeared. Not shadows, but darkness itself.

“Oh, dear!” Beauty exclaimed. “Those are Night—”

They plowed through the line of creatures as Fanny dove headfirst and pressed the brake with her hands, skidding them to a stop right in front of Rook and—who Tomahawk could only assume—was Angela Morrey.

Fanny’s head popped up. “See! Told you!” she said as she clapped.

Tomahawk helped Fanny into the backseat as Rook and Angela piled into the car. Beauty did not waste any time doing a donut, spinning them around one hundred and eighty degrees as the guards sprayed the car with bullets. Rapidly, they outran the gunfire. However, the winged horde was another story completely.

Rook looked around. “Is it just me, or has this been way too easy?”

* * *

A unanimous “Just you!” came from all of them. Rook didn’t buy it, though. Just a few soul rippers, Yeti, and Night Shades? You would have thought the forces that wished Angela for their own would have brought at least one cleanup hitter.

“Uh-oh,” Fanny said.

“Uh-oh, what-o?” Rook responded, as he turned around to look out the back window. A huge, at least two-story tall, purple lizard was barreling toward them.

“That’s not…” Tomahawk said. “That’s not a Tainted Dragon, is it?”

Fire shooting from the thing’s nostrils confirmed Tomahawk’s assessment without Rook having to utter a word.

“Okay, now
this
just got hard enough,” Rook informed the group. But they seemed none too thrilled. He looked at Tomahawk. “You got anything useful back there?”

Tomahawk tossed him an automatic rifle.

“No rockets?”

“We’re clean out,” Tomahawk stated as he, too, grabbed a rifle. “Fanny, get your head down,” he encouraged as they both fired out the back window.

They hit the thing about a dozen times, but the bullets only seemed to tickle the dragon. Seeing their compatriot take so many hits and not bleed, the winged demons swooped down, surrounding the car.

“Um, we’d better think of something quick,” Beauty said.

Um, what did Beauty think he was doing?
Rook was about to retort, when a glimmer caught the corner of his eye.
Great.
Now they had an angel joining in the fun. Too late, he saw Angela’s hand reach for the handle.

“No!” he cried, but she opened the door. Angela was halfway out as he dove to her, catching her around the waist. Only Beauty catching his pant leg saved them both from getting smeared on the pavement as they sped along the street.

The angel floated alongside them.

Rook shouted to be heard over the harp strings. “Angela, now is
not
the time for this.”

* * *

Angela struggled against Rook’s restraint. “Let me go!”

“To what?” Rook asked, the muscles of his jaw taut. “To him? Look at what his kind have done to your life, Angela.”

Could Rook not see how beautiful the angel was? How calm he made her feel? All else—the dragon, the demons, and even the asphalt just inches from their faces—was washed away by the angel’s glow. Angela was cocooned in heavenly light.

Rook tried to pull her back into the car, but the angel extended his arm to her. “Come, my child. All will be well.”

Letting go of the door handle, Angela reached out for his perfect hand. She would have finally touched the divine if the car hadn’t skidded around a corner, nearly throwing both Rook and her out. She could not die. Not before she heard the angel speak one more time.

Rook, however, glared at the angel. “You know what, buddy, let’s show her what you are all about… Speak your true intent.”

The angel’s eyes flared golden, like the sun just before it set. “How dare you—”

“Stop!” Angela screamed at Rook, but he refused.

“Speak your true intent, or be gone!”

The angel swelled to double his size, filling Angela’s vision with a white so pure that it strained her eyes. Then it was gone.

“No!” she cried.

But Rook shook his head. “Typical.”

He tried to tug her back into the car, but Angela braced against the door. If she couldn’t touch the divine, what else could Rook offer her in the car?

Rook gripped her arm, forcing her to look at him as her hair streamed in the wind.

“Look, I don’t know what they offered you, but I can guarantee you it wasn’t milk and cookies.”

“But he said—” she retorted.

“That you had to be strong? That God acted in mysterious ways?” Rook drew closer, ensuring that they would fall from the speeding vehicle even more. “Babe, that’s the oldest line in the book.”

Gunfire rattled from the car as Tomahawk shouted, “We’d appreciate some help
inside
the car!”

Rook’s grip became like a vise. His voice was low and filled with intent. “I could let you go right now. Let you die.”

The dragon took another swipe at the car. A purple claw barely missed their rear tire.

“Trust me on this,” Rook continued, once the car stopped fishtailing. “Your death would make my life a whole lot easier, and end this battle.”

“Then let go,” Angela replied brusquely, tired of everyone and everything trying to manipulate her.

Rook brought his lips to her ear again and whispered, “If that’s what you want.”

Was it, though? Dying in a back alley and never knowing who or
what
had stolen so much from her? Was that really what she wanted?

* * *

Rook watched as tears sprang to Angela’s eyes. Her muscles went slack beneath his fingers. She didn’t need to say anything as he hauled her back into the car. As she began to sob, Rook shoved her to Beauty.

“Ah, come to Auntie Beauty,” his Arranger said, as she lifted an arm for Angela to take shelter in, even as she evaded yet another demon’s attack.

Rook turned to Tomahawk, who was still firing out the window.

“What’s the situation?” Rook asked.

“We are getting our asses kicked,” Tomahawk replied through clenched teeth.

Well, Rook had
already
figured that part out.

The dragon seemed immune to anything they threw at him, but at least the demons exploded into flesh shrapnel. Unfortunately, there were so, so many of the winged creatures. And at this point, they were all dive-bombing the car, tearing away at the roof of the station wagon. Kind of like opening up a can of sardines that the demons hoped the dragon would charbroil for them.

Even with a rocket launcher, they would still lose. Crap. Even if they had a nuclear bomb, they would probably end up as dragon food.

But wait… Didn’t they have a nuclear weapon of sorts all to themselves?

Rook climbed into the backseat next to Tomahawk and leaned over the seat.

He grabbed a groggy Chad and began shaking him. “This is
all
your fault! If it weren’t for you—”

Tomahawk clutched his arm and tried to stop him. “Rook! This isn’t helping!”

Rook ignored Tomahawk and slapped Chad across the face, rousing him.

“You got all of those people killed back in Africa,” Rook said, as Chad’s face blotched and he began to shake. “And now you are going to get us all killed!”

The seal glowed beneath Chad’s shirt, and then burned through the fabric. The marred flesh began to flow. Rook jerked the kid up and pointed the seal out the back window.

“Come on!” Rook shouted, as he shook Chad one more time.

The Hellgate burst open, creating a vortex that lashed out of the car, catching the dragon by surprise. His thick, purple claws tried in vain to clutch at the ground, but the Hellgate was tougher than asphalt. Along with the dragon, half the winged horde, beating their wings in futile effort, got sucked into the vortex. The rest of the demons banked, screeching, scattering to the wind.

“I knew you’d come in handy,” Rook said as he raised his fist. “So sorry about this.”

Rook punched Chad once, but the Hellgate’s vortex enlarged, churning and groaning as it grew. Rook punched Chad again, to no avail. Using all his strength, Rook punched him a third time. Finally, the student’s head slumped over, and the Hellgate collapsed upon itself.