The Rest Falls Away (4 page)

“Very well.”

Victoria leaned forward expectantly, and for just a moment Eustacia hesitated. Looking at the beautiful, innocent face of her great-niece, she felt a wondrous sense of pride. She had staked a vampire on her first try. She had taken amazingly well to her training and had accepted all of the darkness and evil that lurked on this earth with a worldly attitude—one even Eustacia hadn't initially had.

It would be a difficult life. She would give up many of the things other girls her age took for granted. She would be in danger more often than a young woman should be.

Yet, at the same time, Victoria would have a life of unparalleled excitement and adventure. She would face down the most evil creatures ever imagined, and know that she had the strength and cunning to best them. She would lose control of some part of her life, yet gain more freedom than a young woman even in this age could ever fathom.

And it was foretold: Only one descended directly from the first Gardella could destroy Lilith.

Max, as formidable and magnificent as he was, was one of the few Venators who did not carry Gardella blood; and that was a fact that made him perhaps even more effective, more determined a Venator.

“Lilith the Dark is the daughter of Judas Iscariot,” Eustacia began. She had told this tale only a dozen times in her lifetime. The first time had been to the pope.

Perhaps this would be the last.

“Judas Iscariot? The betrayer of Jesus Christ?”

Eustacia nodded. “Indeed. The man who betrayed Jesus for thirty pieces of silver. He is known as the Betrayer; yet the Lord forgave him, as he did all mankind. But Judas Iscariot did not accept the forgiveness, and he hanged himself, as you know. He was thus damned to eternal hell. The devil sold him back his corporeal being, and gave him the power to walk the earth in the body of an immortal, a type of demon, in a form we call undead. An undead is damned for eternity once he drinks the blood of a mortal. He cannot be saved.

“In this damned state, caught between life and death, Judas lived in this world for centuries. While he was damned and walking this earth, he turned his son and daughter into vampires. The son, Nicholas Iscariot, has been imprisoned in the mountains of Romania for centuries. Therefore it is the daughter—Lilith—of whom we are concerned. She feeds on human blood and human weakness. And with her brother incapacitated, Lilith is the queen of vampires, and she seeks revenge upon us. She lives on the blood of mortals.”

“Because we—the world of Christendom—consider her father a betrayer?” asked Victoria.

“Indeed. There is no name in Christendom spoken with more malice than that of Judas Iscariot. Once a proud name, now it is spit upon, said with hatred and venom. Judas is gone, but Lilith roams the earth, and she builds her army of vampires. She intends to rule the world; her strength is always our weakness. It is our task, our legacy, to keep Lilith and her minions at bay.”

“She and your great-aunt have been enemies for decades. Lilith knows that the only thing stopping her from taking over the world is Eustacia and her powers.”

Max's face had deeper lines than usual as he took up the story. “When your aunt first came here from Venice, Lilith couldn't find her. She tore apart Venice, and then Rome and Florence. She sent her Guardians and Imperials to Paris and Madrid and Cairo, and here to London. It was nearly two decades before she located your aunt. The Venators kept Eustacia well hidden, and well protected.”

“You were the best of the lot, Max, young as you were.” Young and determined, he'd been. Angry because he'd lost his beloved father and sister to a vampire; and bloodthirsty in his own way. He chose the path of Venator.

“What is Lilith doing now? Do you know her plan?” Victoria asked. Her hazel eyes were not worried or fearful, as Eustacia had feared. No, they were sharp and calculating. And intense. By God, the Legacy had chosen well.

For the first time in years, Eustacia felt a glimmer of hope. With Victoria as her protege, and, eventually, successor as the leader of the Venators, perhaps Eustacia would soon be able to rest easy.

“In order to succeed, Lilith must destroy your aunt,” Max said. “At the same time, she has sent hordes of vampires and demons throughout the world to turn as many to their way as possible. In order to feed on their blood, they bite the neck of their victim—not the chest, as is commonly believed—”

“But they leave a marking, don't they?” Victoria interrupted, comprehension dawning in her face. “Three Xs on the bosom of the victim, as found on the corpse of those men near the wharf. That was a vampire, wasn't it?”

“You are very well-informed for a young girl,” Max commented.

Eustacia hastened to step in before for the flare in her niece's eyes turned to sharp words. “Indeed, you are correct, Victoria; although I can't imagine how you would know that. Three Xs represent the thirty pieces of silver Judas was paid for betraying Jesus.”

“Which explains their fear of anything made from silver. That fool Quentworth was most definitely a victim of one of Lilith's vampires, and we have worked very diligently to keep any hint of vampirism from being attached to his death. It was fortuitous for him that he wasn't turned. As you likely are aware,” Max said, looking down his long, straight nose at Victoria, “if a vampire feeds on a mortal, it is often deadly…but if he—or she—chooses, he may partake of the human's blood, and offer his own blood back to the human in a kind of mating ritual. If that occurs, the human is sired, or turned into a vampire. So a vampire bite may kill a mortal, or may turn one to an undead. And there are occasions when neither happens, when the bite is not deep enough to kill. Our job—”

Eustacia interrupted. “Our job is to destroy as many of them as possible while attempting to learn what Lilith is planning to do to seize power. We know she has moved the bulk of her court to London; where she is hiding I do not know, and Max has not yet been able to ascertain. She is here not only because I am here, but because she seeks something called the Book of Anwarth, about which we know little as yet.”

“We Venators have always stopped her in the past. Although in the past, we have not been forced to rely upon young girls newly out of strings,” Max said with uncharacteristic nastiness. “I do hope you will find time between filling your dance card and selecting your ball gowns to help us.”

Her niece had risen from her seat and placed herself in front of Max, who'd refused to move from his lounging position on the settee. “Filling my dance cards? Lord Max, or whatever it is that I must call you, I'll have you know that I left my debut—I missed a waltz with the Marquess of Rockley!—in order to protect you from a vampire attack. The status of my dance card remained forgotten as I followed you and your companion out-of-doors—”

“Protect me? Yes, indeed, you were protecting me from my own sharp fangs, weren't you?”

“How was I to know you were a Venator? You didn't see fit to divulge that information to me until you could crow with joy at my mistake. But the fact remains I did what had to be done. And I will do what has to be done in the future.” Her eyes flashed.

“Victoria. Max. Please. We cannot allow ourselves to be divided at this time. Victoria, you must understand…before you, there have been only three other female Venators in the last decades of war with Lilith. Two of them died hideous deaths shortly after they were inducted into the Legacy and received their
vis bullae
.”

“And the third is sitting here with us as we speak.” Max inclined his head toward Eustacia. “There are none who could or will hold a candle to you,
signora
—or, if I may say—a stake. You are truly the Chosen one, the Gardella who will unite us and lead us to Lilith's downfall.”

Victoria turned to Eustacia in astonishment. “You are a vampire hunter? A Venator?”

Max snorted. “No, of course not. Lilith the Dark fears your aunt because she sits at home and has her hair dressed daily. Of course she is a Venator.”

Eustacia had to give Victoria credit: She did not give a flicker of indication she had heard Max's derisive comments. “I didn't realize, Aunt. I believed you were a teacher of sorts, a guide. Like Kritanu. I did not know you hunted vampires.”

“Indeed. And you, my dear, are the next of my direct bloodline, that of the first Gardella Venator—who was named Gardeleus. You are from the direct line of those who have been Chosen, who have accepted the burden of our Legacy.”

“And that,” Max said as he rose to his feet, “is the precise reason Lilith the Dark has been so determined to find this Book of Anwarth quickly, before you finish your training.” His tone suggested he didn't understand why Lilith would find Victoria any great threat. “I must excuse myself now,
signora.
The moonlit streets await.”

“I'll get my stake,” said Victoria.

Max drew himself to his imposing height and looked down his nose again. He truly was magnificent, Eustacia thought fondly.

“Your offer of assistance is appreciated, Miss Grantworth, but I believe I will be able to handle three vampires without putting you at the risk of tearing your skirt or losing your bonnet. And, alas, it would do no good if you mistakenly staked a night watchman or a—what is the name—a Bow Street Runner.” He drew on his cloak and from its depths pulled out a wicked-looking black stake. “When you've had a little more practice, and received your
vis
amulet, I am sure you will find yourself on your own patrols.”

With that, he gave a little bow and swept from the room.

Eustacia was almost dreading turning back to her niece—knowing exactly what she would see on her face and in her posture. What had gotten into Max? He wasn't one to mince words, true, and from the expression on his face, he was worried about more than three unexceptional vampires…yet he had been more acerbic than usual with Victoria.

It was almost as if he wanted to discourage her from pursuing the work.

Perhaps that was it. Perhaps he didn't feel she was prepared for her role.

Eustacia reached absently to stroke Victoria's shiny black hair. She felt the same hesitation about exposing her beloved niece to the evil in the world…but at this time, she didn't have any choice.

Victoria had been Chosen, and she'd accepted her fate.

Now they would have to trust that she would succeed.

 

+ + +

Two days after Maximilian swept from the room, setting off to fight vampires, Victoria contrived an excuse to miss an afternoon of making calls with her mother in favor of visiting her great-aunt.

Today was a most important day: She had passed her test by staking her first vampire, and she was to receive her
vis bulla.

Now here she was, about to take the last step toward her destiny. Victoria and her aunt were in a small chamber on the first floor of the Gardella home. The windows were draped with heavy curtains, and the furnishings were spare and simple, except for a tall cupboard at one end of the room. It was as high as Victoria's forehead, bearing ornate carvings along the edges of the two doors that shuttered its contents.

Candles burned about the space, and small pots resting above the heat of the flames simmered herbs and water, releasing the scents of verbena and myrrh into the air. A large cross hung on one wall, simple yet commanding. It was made of two long pieces of wood fitted together, but with no other ornamentation. A long table held haphazard stacks of old books along with some jars and pots of herbs, oils, and other items Victoria could not identify.

“The
vis bulla
is the most critical tool to a Venator's success,” Aunt Eustacia told her as she sat in her large, cushioned chair. It was the only piece of furniture that looked comfortable. “Today, as you accept yours, you also accept your destiny, accepting your place in the Gardella Legacy. You devote your life to the work of eliminating the evil of the undead from this earth and protecting mortals from the persistent creep of Satan and his followers. Upon your acceptance, Victoria, you must understand—there is no turning back.”

“What would happen if I decided not to accept the
vis bulla
?”

Eustacia stilled, looking at her with sudden, sharp eyes. “Is that what you wish?”

“No, Aunt. I have made my decision. I will accept the Legacy. But I wondered what would happen.”

Her aunt seemed to relax. “If you chose not to go further, you would undergo a ritual in which your mind would be wiped clean of all knowledge you've received heretofore, and you would lose any and all innate skill or sensitivities you have for being a Venator—skills you were born with, and that remained dormant until the dreams came. Those skills and inherent sensations would be given to another.”

“Has anyone ever done such a thing?”

“Indeed, yes. Many times over the years a young man—and in a few cases, a young woman—chose to return to a life of ignorance.”

“And they know nothing about this? Nothing they would see or hear would trigger their mind and make them remember?”

“Nothing. It is to protect them as well as to protect us.”

“Is there…is there anyone I know who was Chosen, but did not accept the
vis bulla
?”

“Yes, Victoria. Your mother was one such person. And because she chose not to fulfill the Legacy, her powers were passed on to you.”

“My mother?”

Eustacia nodded. “
Si
. She had met your father and had fallen in love with him during her debut season when the dreams began to come. When the time came for her to make her choice, she chose your father.”

“Are there any…repercussions for one who is Chosen and does not accept the Legacy?”

Eustacia took Victoria's hands in her frail, cool ones. “The only consequence is lost knowledge, and the fact that the powers and instincts will pass on to a descendent. Yet, the powers passed on will be multiplied by the number of generations who have chosen to deny the Legacy. In your case, you are the third in a line of people who have not accepted the Legacy, so it is probable you have great skill and instinct within you.”