"People will recognize her, Janos."
"We shall be careful, Anita. Our new angel will see no one that we do not wish."
"Well, isn't that cozy?" I said.
"It will be," he said, "once she has drunk her fill."
"I'm impressed that you dragged her this far without feeding her first."
"I did it." Xavier's voice was surprisingly pleasant. It was disturbing hearing that voice coming from that pale, ghostly face.
I looked at him, careful to avoid his gaze. "Impressive," I said.
"Andy brought her over, and I brought Andy over. I am her master."
Since Andy hadn't shown up, I was betting I'd killed him in the woods with Sheriff St. John. Probably not a good time to bring that up. "And who is your master?"
"Serephina, for now," Xavier said.
I glanced at Janos. "You haven't worked out which of you is top dog, have you?" I smiled.
"You waste our time, Anita. Our master awaits you eagerly. Let us finish this. Call our angel."
Xavier held out one pale hand. Ellie made a noise low in her throat, and scrambled on all fours over the raw dirt. The long black dress tangled around her legs. She tore at it impatiently. The cloth ripped like paper in her hands, the skirt shredding around her bare legs. She grabbed Xavier's hand like it was a lifeline. She bent over his wrist, and only his hand in her hair kept her from trying to feed on him.
"There is no sustenance for you from the dead, Angela," Janos said. "Feed on the living."
Pallas and Bettina knelt on either side of Stirling. Xavier fell gracefully beside Ms. Harrison, his black cape spread out around him like a pool of blood. He kept hold of Ellie's hair the whole way down, forcing her snarling face to touch the dirt. Her hands dug at his hands, mewling sounds crawling from her throat. Nothing that was human should have made sounds like that.
"Ms. Blake," Stirling said, "you're the law. You have to protect me."
"I thought you were going to see me in court, Raymond. Something about me attacking you and Ms. Harrison with zombies."
"I didn't mean it." He glanced up at the kneeling vampires, then back to me. "I won't tell. I won't tell anyone. Please."
I just looked at him. "Begging for mercy, Raymond?"
"Yes, yes, I'm begging."
"Like the mercy you showed Bayard?"
"Please."
Bettina caressed Stirling's cheek. He jerked like it had burned. "Please!"
Shit.
"We can't just watch," Larry said.
"You have another suggestion?"
"You never give anyone over to the monsters, not for any reason. It's a rule," he said.
It was my rule. I'd believed in it once, back when I'd been sure who the monsters were.
He was pulling the chain out from inside his shirt.
"Don't do this, Larry. Don't get us killed for Raymond Stirling."
His cross spilled out in the open air. It glowed like Serephina's eyes. He just looked at me.
I sighed, and brought out my own cross. "This is a bad idea."
"I know," he said. "But I can't just watch."
I stared at his earnest face, and knew it was true. He couldn't just watch. I could have. I might not have enjoyed it, but I could have let it happen. More's the pity.
"What are you doing with your little holy objects?" Janos asked.
"Stopping this," I said.
"You want them dead, Anita."
"Not like this," I said.
"Would you have me let you use your gun and waste all this blood?"
He was offering to let me shoot them. I shook my head. "I don't think that's an option anymore."
"It was never an option," Larry said.
I let that go; no need to disillusion him. I walked towards Pallas and Bettina. Larry walked towards Ellie and Xavier, cross held outward to the length of its chain, as if that made it work better. Nothing wrong with a little dramatic gesture, but I'd have to clue him in that it didn't really help. But later.
The cross's glow grew until it was like wearing a 100-watt lightbulb na**d around your neck. I saw the world as a black circle outside the glow.
Xavier was on his feet facing Larry, but the others had crawled away from their prey, beaten by the light.
"Thank you, Ms. Blake," Stirling said. "Thank you." He grabbed my leg with his good hand, fawning over me. I fought an urge to shake him off.
"Thank Larry; I'd have let you die."
He didn't seem to hear me. He was nearly crying with relief, slobbering all over my Nikes.
"Back away from them, please." The voice was female and honey-thick.
I blinked over the glow of the cross and saw Kissa holding a gun. A revolver that looked like a Magnum; hard to tell in the glow. Whatever it was, it'd make a big hole.
"Move away from them, now."
"I thought Serephina didn't want me dead."
"Kissa will shoot your young friend."
I stopped in mid-breath and let it out. "If you kill him, I won't cooperate with whatever you have in mind for tonight."
"You misunderstand us, Anita," Janos said. "My master does not require your cooperation. Everything she wants from you can be taken by force."
I stared at him over the shining light. He had Jeff cuddled against him; most heartwarming.
"Take off your crosses and throw them far out into the trees," Janos said. He ran a gloved hand along both sides of Jeff's face, planting a kiss on his cheek.
"Now that we know you would give up your safety for both young men, we have one more hostage than is absolutely necessary." He put his hands on either side of Jeff's neck, just holding, not hurting, not yet.
"Take off your crosses and throw them into the woods. I will not ask a third time."
I stared at him. I didn't want to give up my cross. I glanced at Larry. He was still facing off against Xavier, his cross glowing bravely. Shit.
"Kissa, shoot the man."
"No," I said. I undid the chain. "Don't shoot him."
"Don't do it , Anita," Larry said.
"I can't watch them shoot you, not if I can stop it." I let the chain pool in my hand; the cross shone with a blue-white flame like burning magnesium. It was a bad idea to throw it away. A real bad idea. I tossed it into the woods. The cross glittered like a falling star and died out of sight in the dark.
"Now your cross, Larry," Janos said.
Larry shook his head. "You'll have to shoot me."
"We'll shoot the boy," Janos said. "Or perhaps I'll feed upon him while you watch." He pinned Jeff against himself with one arm, while his other hand dug into the boy's hair, holding him immobile, neck exposed.
Larry looked at me. "What do I do, Anita?"
"You have to decide this one for yourself," I said.
"They'll really kill him, won't they?"
"Yeah, they will."
He cursed under his breath and let the cross fall against his chest. He undid the chain and threw it out into the woods with a lot of force to it, as if he could throw his anger with it.
When the light from his cross died away, we stood there in the darkness. The moonlight that had seemed so bright before was a dim substitute.
My night vision returned in stages. Kissa stepped closer, the gun still pointed at us. The first time I'd seen her, she had exuded sexuality, power; now she was docile, quiet, as though some of her power had been drained away. She looked pale and drawn. She needed to feed.
"Why haven't they let you feed tonight?" I asked.
"Our master is not a hundred percent sure of Kissa's loyalty. It needed testing, didn't it, my dark beauty?"
Kissa didn't answer. She stared at me with large, dark eyes, but the gun never wavered.
"Feed, children, feed."
Pallas and Bettina walked over to Stirling. They stared at me over him. I stared back.
Stirling grabbed my leg. "You can't let them have me. Please, please."
Pallas knelt by him. Bettina walked around to the side I was on. She pulled Stirling's hand off my leg. The vampire's lower back brushed my legs. I took a step back, and Stirling started screaming.
Xavier and Ellie had already started to feed on the blessedly unconscious Ms. Harrison. Larry looked at me, hands out, empty, helpless.
I didn't know what to say.
"Don't touch me, don't touch me!" Stirling batted at Pallas with his good hand, and the vampire caught it easily, held it.