Rises The Night (The Gardella Vampire Hunters 2)

Victoria stumbled to a pause at the top of the stairs, forcing herself to wait and try to determine where the danger was. Her neck was cold and her instincts told her to go on upward…but the scream echoed through the house again.

Footsteps sounded, doors slammed, and suddenly people were erupting in the hallway.

“What is it?”

“Who’s hurt?”

“Lady Rockley, is that you?” This last was addressed to her by a man in a nightshirt with spindly knees, his gray curls flattened to one side of his head. She couldn’t recall his name—he was a guest of Gwendolyn’s father—and she did not have the time to respond politely.

“Get back to your rooms!” she shouted, pushing past him and starting up the second flight of stairs. “Lock the doors!” Locked doors wouldn’t protect them forever, but they would at least slow down the vampires. She hoped.

“What is it, Victoria?” Gwendolyn’s voice came, high-pitched, from the landing above. “What are you doing?”

“Get in your rooms! Lock the doors, and get a cross or a Bible!” Victoria pushed past her friend, who tried to clutch at the tail of her pelisse as she ran past. “Gwendolyn, now! Do as I say!”

The iciness at the back of her neck had not ebbed; it was getting stronger. They were close. “Where’s Polidori?” She screeched to a halt and spun to shout back. “Where is he?”

More yells, more doors slamming, men running, and loud, angry thuds from one of the rooms along the hall.

“Last door,” Gwendolyn called, staring fearfully after her. “Victoria, what are you doing? Come back!”

“Lady Rockley!” It was Mr. Berkley, who looked befuddled and rumpled.

Victoria pushed past him and dashed down the hallway, wondering how on earth she was going to fight two Imperials and a Guardian without the element of surprise. And keep the others, who had no concept that vampires had invaded the house, from getting in the way.

But she had to. Polidori’s life, apparently, depended upon it.

Something grabbed her from a shadow, and she whipped away, stifling a shriek. “Sebastian!”

“They’re in there. Two Imperials and a Guardian.”

“I saw them. I staked a Guardian already. I thought you were going to be with Polidori after you left my room,” Victoria hissed, pulling away and starting toward the door.

“What in the hell are you doing? I said two Imperials.” He wrenched at her arm, and, surprised, she stumbled backward. “Polidori’s not there.”

“Let go,” she snarled, flinging off his grip. “I’ve got a job to do. Where is he?” Victoria looked at him, struck by the look on his face. She’d seen Sebastian only with his calm and charming persona, not this intense, angry mood. But she was the one in command here. Not him. “What I’m doing is what I must. Remember? My choice—to stand and fight, rather than to turn tail and run.”

“You against two Imperials and a Guardian…don’t be foolish. Besides, he’s hiding.” He pointed to a room across the hall from where she’d been ready to burst in. “Whoever let the vampires in told them where he slept, and they’re searching the room for him. There are two others outside, watching the windows.” He spoke quickly, his words like angry raps in her ear. “We haven’t much time before they realize he’s gone.”

Then she noticed. “What is that you’re holding—a sword?” Victoria barked a short, nervous laugh. “What do you expect to do with a sword?”

Annoyance in his eyes, he shoved her away. “Think what you will. Are you—” Whatever he was going to say was cut off as someone behind them shouted. They turned to look back down the hallway where a cluster of party guests were still standing in a wide-eyed group. Several of the men had retrieved pistols, and were starting toward Victoria and Sebastian.

“Get back!” Sebastian shouted, turning toward them. “You don’t understand what is happening here. Get back in your rooms and lock the doors! You will only endanger yourselves!”

“Lady Rockley, what is going on? You must come to safety! What is it?” Mr. Berkley, still looking rumpled, but a bit more clear-eyed, ignored Sebastian.

Loath to take the time, Victoria nevertheless turned and faced him and the others. She spoke calmly, strongly. She knew they had to see the honesty and earnestness in her face. “You cannot help. You must listen to me. Save yourselves and do as I say. Lock the doors to your rooms and do not come out until it is safe. There are vampires in this house, and pistols will do little to protect you.” Victoria yanked the cross over her head. “This will protect you,” she said, tossing the heavy amulet to Gwendolyn, who hovered behind the men. “Now lock yourself away.”

“Vampires?” Mr. Berkley backed up, his eyes wide. Another man holding a pistol like a shield took a step toward her as though to argue. Before he could speak, a door slammed open and a tall, glowing-eyed vampire strode out.

Screams echoed through the hall as Gwendolyn and some of the more fainthearted of the men turned and scrambled away.

The sight of the Imperial, with his magenta eyes and long silvery hair, was enough to deflate any argument from the bold man with the pistol. He goggled at the evil-eyed undead and backed away, pointing a shaking firearm at him.

Victoria and Sebastian didn’t move.

“Where is Polidori?” snarled the Imperial, surging toward them as his companions flowed into the narrow corridor behind him. Through the open doorway, Victoria caught a glimpse of an overturned bed, shattered bedposts, and a splintered dressing table. Shreds of bedding and other fabric scattered the floor, which glittered by lantern light with tiles of glass.