Paranormalcy (Paranormalcy 1)

“Why?”

“We are not equipped for long-?term holding here. No beds, no bathrooms. ”

“Oh. ” Made sense. “Where is he?”

The werewolf shook his head. “Sorry. You are not cleared to know. ” Today his normally cute French accent was seriously bugging me.

“Not cleared?”

“No. Raquel told me not to tell you. ”

My face melted into a pout. This was so not fair. I turned on my heel and stalked to Raquel's office. I had just put my palm up to enter when the door opened.

“Oh, good,” Raquel said.

“What's the deal with--”

“I've got a job for you. You need to leave right now. A transport's waiting. ”

I frowned. “What is it?”

“Vampire activity in Istanbul. We've got a location, but you have to hurry. ”

“I--Okay. ” We ran to my room and I grabbed my bag with the ankle trackers. I always had Tasey on me, and now she was joined by my dagger. “I'm not really dressed for vamping. ” I was wearing skinny jeans and a long-?sleeved V-?necked tee, my hair back in a ponytail.

“You look fine,” she said dismissively. “Your neck is showing--that's all that matters. ”

We were almost to Transport when I remembered. “Hey, why can't I know where Lend is?”

Raquel rolled her eyes and heaved an is this really the time sigh. “You don't need to know. ” The Transport room door opened in front of us to reveal the waiting faerie. I hadn't seen her in years, and my stomach immediately clenched with guilt and nerves. All the human employees were required to memorize two faerie names, the faeries assigned at random so no faerie had too many people attached. This faerie was one of mine, and I couldn't remember her name for the life of me.

Hers had been the first one they'd told me; I was ten. They also told me to never, ever use it unless I absolutely had to, then explained all the ways in which I could be killed if I screwed up. It was a little traumatic; can you blame me for forgetting? I knew I should ask again but was too embarrassed that I'd forgotten in the first place. Raquel would flip.

The faerie didn't even look at me. “Do you have the location?” Raquel asked her. She nodded. Her skin was creamy white and her ruby hair contrasted sharply with it. Like all faeries, she was beautiful in a way no p

erson could ever be. She held out her hand and blurred as her glamour went into place. The faeries were all required to tone down their looks during transports in case someone caught a glimpse of them. You don't forget a faerie face. The faerie's hair softened to auburn and her face took on more normal proportions, the eyes shrinking and moving closer together. She was still beautiful, but normal now. Unless you were me and could see right through it.

I walked forward and took her outstretched hand. It was warm, but not in the same way Reth's was. The usual outline of brilliant light formed on the blank wall in front of us and we walked together into the black. I put all my attention on the feeling of her hand in mine and just moved forward. It surprised me when she spoke--faeries don't usually deign to speak to mortals. Unless they're trying to kidnap you, of course.

“Oh, you are Reth's,” she said in recognition, her voice discordant but oddly lovely, like glass raining onto concrete.

I missed a step, almost tripping. Her grasp never wavered. “No, I'm not. ” As if the Faerie Paths weren't creepy enough already. Where did that come from?

She just laughed--more glass, falling faster. Then I felt cool night air on my face and opened my eyes. We were in a filthy alleyway between two old stone buildings. I let go of her hand and wiped my palm on my pants. She smiled at me, her faerie eyes glowing underneath the glamour. There was a cruel cast to her smile that made me shiver. She pointed toward the alley opening. “You should find the creature in this market. ”

“Thanks a lot,” I muttered, turning and walking out of the alleyway. I hoped they'd send a different faerie for the return trip. Heck, I hoped they'd send a jet. I was sick of traveling by faerie. They were getting more and more intrusive.

The market was one of those sprawling open-?air types, totally packed. The air beckoned with alluring spices, none of which I'd get to taste. Still, Easton Heights wasn't on tonight, so I was in no hurry. Lucky for me it seemed to be a big tourist spot and I didn't stand out too much.

I wandered around, pretending to look at the stalls but really scanning people. I liked this kind of job much better than the cemetery runs. There's no real reason for vamps to hang out in cemeteries. They just do it because so many of them have bought into the whole pop culture concept of how they should act. Besides that, cemeteries are boring and lonely. Nights like this I could wander around and people-?watch. People--normal people--fascinated me. Tourists and locals clashed in a wonderful mix of jeans and silk, baseball caps and black hair.

It was also nice to get out on my own. I used to always have one other person (usually a werewolf) go with me, but the last couple of years they'd sent me solo for the basic runs. Vamps weren't a threat now that I knew what I was doing. If it was something more dangerous I'd always have backup.

A guy called out to me in broken English from a jewelry stall. He was Turkish, kinda cute in a stretched out, throes-?of-?puberty sort of way. I was about to stop and pretend like I really was a shopper when I caught a glimpse of something walking by. Something not human. Smiling my regrets at stall boy, I turned and hurried after the person. All it took was one good look to confirm--through the cover of the man's thick, dark hair I could see the last stringy remains of actual hair clinging to his shriveled and spotted head.

It didn't look like he was stalking anyone; he moved purposefully through the market. I almost had to jog to keep up until he entered a derelict building near the very end of the market. Waiting about thirty seconds, I went in after him. A small hallway led to a single door. I pulled out Tasey, walked forward, and kicked it open, striding into the room.

The vamp I was following turned and looked at me; so did the twenty other vampires in there.