As Shadows Fade (The Gardella Vampire Chronicles 5)

“Victoria Gardella,” he said in a smooth, dark voice that raised uncomfortable prickles over her skin.

“Who are you?” she asked, leaving the stake in her pocket. She knew whoever or whatever this creature was, a stake would be useless against him.

“Please. Won’t you have a seat?” He gestured to the space on the bench next to him, but she made no move to sit.

“Very well, then,” he said, and looked up at her with those awful eyes. That, along with the subtle scent of death in the air, decided her: He must be a demon. A very powerful one. “You may certainly stand if that’s your preference. I am Adolphus.”

She didn’t recognize the name, but was more convinced than ever that he was a demon. She could smell it, but very subtly. Which implied to her that he must be a particularly powerful one, if he could mask himself so well.

Victoria remained standing, but silent. Waiting. To demand to know what he wanted would give him the advantage. He’d tell her what he wanted when he chose. For now, she remained quiet, knowing the power of patience.

And, as if recognizing her tactic, the demon gave her a shrewd nod and spoke. Again, his voice sounded dark and yet smooth, lulling and coaxing. “We both have a similar objective, Victoria Gardella. I have information that you might find interesting… that you might find useful or valuable.”

Again she waited, and again, after a moment, he continued. “Lilith is leaving her mountain hideaway. If you wish to have your chance to stop her, the time is now.”

Victoria’s heart skipped offbeat for a moment. “Where is she going?”

He gave a negligent shrug. “Somewhere she can’t be found. It’s too dangerous for her now, and she must bury herself deeply in hiding. I do not know where she’s going, only that she is leaving. Tomorrow.”

Max. Of course she’d take him with her.

“Why should I believe what you tell me?” True, he was a demon, and demons were the immortal enemies of vampires. But they were also enemies of mortals, especially Venators.

“Because my hatred for Lilith is as deep as yours.”

Once more, she merely looked at him, waiting for more… even as she wondered and worried and felt her palms grow slick with panic. If Lilith disappeared with Max, she’d never find them again.

“You know what she’s doing to him,” he said, his voice burrowing into her mind. His lips barely moved, but she heard the words as if he spoke them into her ear. “You can imagine it, because you’ve felt it yourself. It’s all pleasure and pain rolled into one, isn’t it, Victoria Gardella?

“You’ve never admitted to anyone what happened when you were with Beauregard, drinking his blood. Letting him feed from you. You prefer to think that it was a dream, that it never happened… how you moaned and cried and drank and writhed. Yet you can imagine what’s happening to your lover now, with her hands on him, and the power of her eyes burning into him. You can imagine it, because you’ve felt the same, haven’t you?”

“No,” she whispered. But the memories assailed her, red and hot and liquid. For a moment, she smelled the sharp, rust scent and tasted the heavy iron of blood on her tongue, in her mouth… sliding thickly down her throat. She gagged, swallowing hard, and realized her breathing had grown deeper, rougher.

“Think about it… Imagine it. And it’s so much worse for him. His cries and groans, those long, sleek muscles scored by her nails, punctured by those animal fangs… Think about it, Victoria Gardella. You know the torture. You know what’s happening to him.” His voice was a lullaby, compelling and rhythmic, as he described in detail what Lilith was doing to Max.

The images played out in her mind as if she were watching them. Her awareness of the demon faded away, leaving only his deep, lulling descriptions, using words and phrases that pulled up sharp, frightening scenes so real she could hear the sounds and smell the scent.

“You can save him, and you can kill her in the process. Isn’t that what you want to do? What you need to do?” he continued in that lovely, sensual voice. “And I can help you.”

“How?”

He smiled, just a bit, showing perfect white teeth. “I know a secret about Lilith that will help you send her to Hell. Others have tried… but they didn’t know the secret.”

“What is it?” she forced herself to say, battling through the images of Max under the hands of Lilith, her blue-ringed red eyes glowing with depravity as she drove her fangs into him.

Victoria fought the image of his writhing, stretching, convulsing body under skeletal white hands that shouldn’t have the power to hold him, but somehow could. His eyes, filled with pain… and pleasure. She blinked hard, gave her head a little shake, and found herself looking deep into the eyes of the demon.

“You must use a stake of virgin ash,” he said, his eyes gleaming with life. “White virgin ash, freshly cut so that there is green just beneath the bark. Stab her anywhere with it, and she will be paralyzed, allowing you to ready for the final blow.”

“No,” she managed to say, her word sounding soggy. “No.”

“Yes indeed… Listen to me, Victoria Gardella. Do you think you are the first Venator to want to kill her? And to attempt it? How do you think she has lived all these millennia?” He stood, moving closer to her. “Few know the secret. You can go and kill her now. She’ll be leaving and riding under the moon tomorrow night… You can reach her as she leaves her mountain, surprise her. Ash trees grow abundantly on Fagaras… She will send her army west to fool her enemies, but she and a small contingent of her closest companions will secretly go north.”

Victoria felt as though she’d plunged underwater. The world slowed, became murky, and she struggled to think. She could. Save Max.

She could.

“You can go now, on this cloudy night, and be there tomorrow… and then return here, when the moon is ready. Quickly and easily,” he said. “Simple. And you can free him.”

But… no. She dug through the haunting images, the caress of his voice, the building desire and incessant compulsion to run now . To go now . She dug through the need to act now, and focused on the truth: She had work here, tonight if the moon was free… and if not, then tomorrow night.

“It will be too late if you delay. She’ll be gone for good. She knows of the coming threat.”

Victoria had to work to focus on those words, and she grasped the idea, pulling it out of the muddle of images that her brain had become. “The coming threat?”