Heart of the Dead: Vampire Superheroes (Perpetual Creatures Book 1) (22 page)

Jerusa looked across the way. She could see Thad sitting inside, eating something with slow, methodic bites while Shufah and Foster flanked him. The pair of vampires looked almost human. The perfection of their resplendent skin and the fierceness of their eyes betrayed them, but only to those who were looking. To the common observer, they were just a pair of uncommonly beautiful people, perhaps models or actors.

Taos followed her gaze. “What, Shufah? Don’t put your trust in her. When the time comes, she won’t be able to save your boyfriend, or you either, for that matter.”

Jerusa looked at Suhail. For all the similarities between him and his sister, they appeared to stop at physical qualities. Shufah was strong, fierce, quick to fight for what was right. Her brother, however, exhibited none of those virtues. His silent, passive demeanor on the surface spoke of wisdom and restraint, though there seemed to be something deeper. Some hidden machinery whose true purpose had long ago been forgotten, and only now shifts and grinds, gears rolling over one another for no other reason than it has always done so. He seemed lost, confused, diminished by some long-ago tragedy.

Suhail held the same vast age of his sister. Surely his strength matched Shufah’s. But why did he allow Taos to speak ill of his sister? Why did his anger not ignite at the mocking of his own flesh and blood?

Suhail shifted in a half circle, apparently agitated by Jerusa’s attention.

“She wasn’t laughing at you, Taos.”

Taos glanced about the alley in sarcastic shock. “Are you saying, wise Suhail, that she is communing with the dead? Right here in our presence?” He giggled, but Suhail’s face remained emotionless. “It’s such an honor. In all my short centuries, I’ve never witnessed it before. Tell me, fledgling, how does your pet ghost presume to find Kole? Will she sniff the ground like a dog, or perhaps set up a neighborhood watch with other spirits about town?”

Jerusa looked to Suhail. “You don’t believe I can still see spirits, do you?”

He looked at her, measuring her as if considering whether or not she was worthy of an answer. “No,” he said. “I do not believe. But I am by no means alone in my convictions.” When Jerusa glanced at Taos, Suhail shook his head. “No. No. Not this braying fool. You may have the other fledgling fooled, but do not think for a moment that his love shares this deception.”

“Why wouldn’t Shufah believe me?”

“Because she knows, as well as I, what it is like to have the vampire spirit strip that particular talent from you.” A broken smile flashed upon his face. “It’s like losing a child. But I’m sure you already know that.”

“But why would I lie?” Jerusa asked. “What would I have to gain?”

Taos put both feet on the ground and squared his stance. “Shufah’s favor, of course. But her opinion will mean little to the Stewards. They will test your proclamation of clairvoyance and when you are found wanting, they will search you for physical perfection.”

Jerusa’s hand drifted up to the scar on her chest. The Stewards had judged Foster physically unworthy, but had given him grace to reach perfection. But he had still been human, able to alter and craft his appearance. Vampires couldn’t do that. From what she saw and understood, this would be the body she inhabited for however long she walked this Earth.

The Stewards respected power and beauty. She could see spirits, but what did that matter? How could she prove it to them, let alone convince them it was a worthy talent? Having a ghost find hidden items for you wasn’t the most sought-after of powers. And when she failed to impress the Stewards with her abilities, they would focus on her beauty.

Would the Stewards really destroy her because of a scar?

“There is another way,” Suhail said. His voice had taken on a sympathetic tone, as though she were already condemned. “There is something else you may give the Stewards. Something I believe they would greatly desire.”

Jerusa turned away from them. She couldn’t stand their stares and judgments. It wasn’t fair. She had escaped death’s snares so often that she had lost count. And now that she no longer had to fear the weakness of her own body — first a faulty heart and then a borrowed one — death would finally catch her because of a scar.

Jerusa wanted to spit in their faces and call them liars, but she knew that Suhail and Taos were telling the truth. All of her natural life, she had been an outcast, forced into the fringes of society by circumstances beyond her control. It seems the vampire spirit did not disavow old prejudices. The Stewards, whoever they were, would never accept her.

But they might accept Thad.

“What do I have that they might want?” Jerusa’s voice was low, nearly a whisper. Her head was bowed. Alicia knelt down and gazed up into her face with an encouraging smile.

Suhail approached her, but remained out of reach, as if afraid he might somehow be infected by her. “The story of how you became a vampire will intrigue the Stewards, there is no doubt. No one has ever survived a savage bite, and that is your redemption. But the Stewards will demand to know how it was done. They will want to see the one who made you.”

“Silvanus? Why would they want him?” Suhail and Taos didn’t know that Shufah had told Jerusa the myth of the Divine Vampires, and she thought it best to keep it that way for now.

Suhail smiled, but it did not touch his eyes as his sister’s smiles did. “The Stewards are great collectors of wisdom and truth. If there is a way to protect us from the savage bite, they will want to know of it. The one you call Silvanus might be the key to stamping out the savage curse for all times.”

Alicia’s arms were crossed over her chest as she shook her head. She seemed to be regaining a bit of her old demeanor, suddenly making faces and rude hand gestures at Suhail and Taos. Jerusa stifled the smile threatening to break upon her face.

“If you can do as you say,” Suhail continued, “then use your gift to find Silvanus, not Kole.”

“What about the Hunters? Won’t they come and kill us all?”

“It’s possible, but if we could join with Silvanus, we would stand a much better chance at destroying Kole.” Suhail shrugged his shoulders. “The choice is yours, of course, but know this. My sister spent all of her clout with the Stewards purchasing immortality for her lover. When it comes time to face them, you will need my help. My sister is worried about saving Foster. I’m worried about saving us all.”

Jerusa wasn’t sure what to say. Part of her wanted to call him a liar, but the other part found wisdom in his words. Silvanus had withstood Kole once. Maybe he was just the weapon they needed. If he was still alive.

Jerusa was spared the need to answer by the approach of two police cars. They pulled up silently from opposite directions and parked in front of the diner, their red and blue lights drawing the eyes of every gawker on the street.

“Well, this isn’t good,” Taos said.

Chapter Eighteen

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he two police officers exited their cars, met in front of the diner’s door, and stopped to talk. Jerusa focused her hearing and found her suspicions were correct. They had found Thad’s Jeep near the wreckage of the Ford pickup and the mutilated body of its owner. As the police officers discussed the situation, a third police cruiser pulled up.

“Up the wall,” Suhail said. “Get on the roof.”

“What do you mean ‘up the wall’?” Jerusa turned, but Suhail and Taos were gone. She looked around in amazement. Alicia waved her hand and pointed up.

Halfway up the wall, moving with great speed, Suhail and Taos scurried up the rough brick facing like a couple of cockroaches startled by the light. They were up and over the edge of the wall in no time.

Jerusa went to the wall. She placed her hands on the bricks. They were gritty and still held a small measure of heat from the sun, but none protruded more than a half inch. It was barely enough to get a finger grip on, let alone her feet.

Taos’s head appeared over the edge of the wall. He motioned for her to follow, and his agitated face seemed to suggest she shouldn’t take her time doing so.

Jerusa placed one hand high, one hand low. She lifted one foot and slid it along the wall until it found a brick protruding enough to catch her toe. She had never climbed anything in her life, though she had watched more than one person attempt those climbing walls at the county fair. Not that this was going to be anything like that.

She took one last look at the forty-foot vertical path and sighed. If Taos and Suhail could do it, she could too.

Jerusa pulled with her upper hand while pushing with her feet and to her surprise, she went up. She threw her lower hand up, caught hold and pulled again. She repeated this process a couple more times, but when her feet were about a body’s length from the ground, her grip faltered and she slid back down the wall.

Jerusa backed away and looked at the wall in frustration. What was she doing wrong? She went back to the wall and tried again. This time, she hardly made it a few feet off the ground when her grip broke.

She looked up at the top of the wall, hoping Taos or Suhail would be looking down to give her some instruction, but no one was there. She considered how they had managed to scale the wall. Both men had had their arms and legs spread out, their body drawn close to the wall. She had tried that. What else?

The only other difference she could find had been the speed at which they had climbed.

Jerusa backed over to the opposite wall. She pressed off with all her might, coved the width of the alley in two bounds, then leapt ten feet into the air, hitting the rough brick facing. There was a moment where her hands and feet struggled to find purchase, but then her fingers brushed the top of a brick and she pulled hard. Hand over hand, foot over foot, she continued to pull, never stopping nor even pausing long enough to consider whether or not she had a firm grip.

And it worked.

Jerusa continued to climb, marveling at the odd sensation of her ascent. The strength in her arms, legs, and even fingertips was so over-proportioned to the weight of her body that she felt as though she were swimming to the surface of water rather than scaling a wall.

Within seconds, she had climbed the forty-foot wall and spilled over onto the roof.

“It’s about time,” Taos said. “Were you expecting us to throw you a rope?”

Jerusa stood to her feet. “No, but a little hint now and then would go a long way.”

“Sorry, sweetheart. You’re not my fledgling.”

“Such a gentleman.”

Taos looked at her for a moment and something of a genuine grin flickered at the corners of his mouth. “My advice to you is this: stop being afraid. You’ll never know your full potential unless you press the boundaries.” He turned and left her standing there.

Jerusa followed Taos over to the front of the building where Suhail squatted behind the raised edge, spying on the unfolding dilemma. The police were now inside the diner and had approached the table where Thad, Shufah, and Foster were sitting. She wondered of these trained professionals could sense the mortal danger they were in. Jerusa and Taos crouched on either side of Suhail, waiting for him to speak, but he remained silent.

Jerusa still couldn’t believe the strength of her senses. She could focus her eyes like a hawk and count the blemishes on the skin of the growing bystanders. Though her friends were across the street and inside the diner, she could hear their voices with perfect clarity.

She listened as the police questioned the three about their knowledge of the accident. Thad told a decent lie about how his Jeep had gone missing earlier in the evening. He was doing a convincing job until the police asked why he hadn’t reported the theft.

“I, um, well, I wanted to wait and make sure,” Thad said, stumbling over his words.

“Make sure of what?” one officer asked.

“That some of my buddies weren’t playing a prank on me. They do that from time to time.”

It was a good recovery, but the police officers weren’t buying it. They turned their questions to Shufah and Foster. Both remained calm and still, answering the questions with soft-toned voices. Jerusa wondered if they were trying to hypnotize the police officers, lull them into an impressionable state, and then demand that they be let go. Could vampires really do that, or was that another movie myth? She wanted to ask, but neither Taos nor Suhail seemed the teaching type, so she let it go.

She knew that vampires could beguile humans with their beauty and exotic movements — at least enough to draw near for the kill — but outright mind control seemed to be beyond their scope of powers, because the police were now demanding that Thad, Foster, and Shufah accompany them to the station for further questioning.

Taos turned and sat with his back to the wall. “You see, this is why I never hang around with humans. Always more trouble than they’re worth.”

“What are we going to do?” Jerusa asked. “They can’t go with them.”

“They won’t,” Suhail said. His voice was flat and emotionless and it sent a chill down Jerusa’s spine.

“What do you mean? How are they going to get out of there?”

Taos barked out his derisive laugh, which by now was beginning to feel like needles in Jerusa’s brain.

“So young,” he said, glancing at her. “So incredibly sweet. Tell me, what would you do if your back was to the wall? Oh, I’m sure you’d go quietly, like a little sheep, and sit in one of their cells until the sun came up. But Shufah knows that is not an option for a real vampire.” His inflection on the word “real” felt like a punch to the gut.

“They’re going to kill the police?” Jerusa asked aghast. “They can’t do that.”

Taos shrugged. “The police aren’t giving them much of a choice, now, are they?”

“But what about all the people on the street? They’ll all be witnesses.”

“Not if we move fast,” Suhail said.

Taos rubbed his hands together with greedy delight. “I have always wanted to do this.”

At first, Jerusa couldn’t comprehend what the plan was. What had Suhail looking grim and calculating, and Taos giddy as a child? But then Alicia appeared, her mouth drawn tight, her eyes wide with horror, her hands waiving before her in warning. Then the whole bloody plan fell open before her.