But her words strangled in her throat as Sebastian leaped into place beside her, stake in hand.
An odd thing. So odd, after their debates time and again about the finality of sending a vampire to his death—to eternal damnation—and how Sebastian refused to be the one to pass such judgment on the creatures. So odd to see him holding a stake, ready to use it, instead of running the other way.
It was almost like being with Max.
The chill intensified and was now accompanied by deep, guttural voices just beyond the door. Sebastian whispered, “Get them before they see that the chair is moved. ”
Victoria was only too happy to oblige. She was waiting when the first undead stepped through the door, and the element of surprise along with the fact that he was turning to speak to someone behind him made it easy to turn him into a pile of ash.
His companions, a woman with long blonde hair and a man sporting a shiny head and a red beard, weren’t quite as easily dispatched. However, the element of surprise and Victoria’s quick decision to push between the two undead, back into the previous, darker chamber, at least brought the battle out of sight of the dismantled throne.
When she turned back to face the vampires, who had whirled after her, Victoria saw Sebastian emerge from the entrance behind them. The creatures rushed at her, fangs bared and eyes gleaming red, fairly glowing in this dark room.
She ducked and rammed her shoulder into the abdomen of the male in one smooth move, causing him to tumble over her spine and land with a thud on the floor. But his hand snaked out and grasped her ankle, tripping her as she slammed
her stake at the female’s chest. The stake drove into the vampire’s shoulder instead of sliding easily into her heart, sending a shock along Victoria’s arm.
Just as she began scrambling to her feet, a soft poof sent the bald vampire into an explosion of ash. She glanced over at Sebastian in surprise—until now, she hadn’t been sure he’d really do it. She’d never actually seen him stake a vampire; when he killed Beauregard, she’d been too far gone to notice anything.
That left the female, and she began to back away, fear in her pale, gaunt face. But Victoria was too quick for her. Upright now, she started after her, following when the undead began to run. She had the extra moment when the creature had to pause to open the stone door leading to the small antechamber, and Victoria used it, leaping toward her.
They tumbled to the dirty floor, the vampire’s long, blonde hair tangling about them like a greasy net. Victoria rolled on top and raised her stake, but the undead grasped her wrist in midstrike and flipped them both over so that she had the upper position. Her fangs were extended, digging into the full flesh of her lower lip as she struggled to force Victoria’s hands to the ground behind her.
The odd rosy haze was beginning to feed into the corners of her vision when a shadow loomed above. The vampire jerked, and then the pressure on her wrists was released. A cloud of ash showered over Victoria, sprinkling her mouth and nose with the dusty, decayed smell.
Victoria jumped to her feet, shooting a glance at Sebastian. “Now that you’ve decided to slay vampires, you’ve really committed to it,” she said, not quite successful in keeping all of the annoyance from her voice. “I didn’t need your assistance. ” She spit out a mouthful of dust as she brushed the rest of it from her face and shoulders.
“Oho, so that’s how it is. Shall I never please you? For months, you disparage my disinclination to slay vampires . . . and now that I’m doing so, you rebuff me. Tsk, tsk, Victoria. I thought that you, of all women, would not be fickle. ” He turned and walked back toward the comfortable room.
Victoria resisted the urge to tell him that it wasn’t that he was staking the vampires; it was that he’d interfered when she hadn’t needed him to. Max would have stood and watched, criticizing her technique all the while, but only stepping in if things got out of hand.
And she wasn’t quite sure, as she stood there looking after Sebastian, which type she preferred.
The temperature at the back of her neck had returned to normal, indicating that there weren’t any other undead in the vicinity, so Victoria decided she ought to examine the parlorlike chamber a bit more closely.
The oldest vampire lair in England, he’d said. Clearly, Beauregard had been busy educating his great-great-great- (some number of greats)-grandson about his demonic heritage.
Victoria pursed her lips as she looked over at Sebastian, who’d opened a small door that had been revealed with the movement of the throne. It would be best if she tried to find out what he was after, even though he was obviously not inclined to tell her.
She started toward him, but her attention was caught by what she had originally thought were bundles of clothing or blankets. But from this angle . . .
“Dear God. ”
She was at the side of the bodies in an instant, Sebastian and his cubbyhole forgotten for the moment.
He looked over. “What is—oh. Damnation. ”
There were three of them in heaps on the floor, tossed near the wall like trash. Blood—dried, congealed, pooled—was on their ravaged faces and hands, on the floor, spattered low on the wall. The stench filled her nose, and her fingers closed into each of her palms as she fought to stay steady, keep her breathing even.
“Victoria. ” Sebastian was there, his face suddenly close to hers.
She grabbed in a deep breath and shook her head. “I’m fine. ”
He knelt beside the bodies, heaped on top of each other haphazardly, and gently moved them so that their faces were revealed—or what was left of them. They were all men, and their clothing was in shreds. The vampires hadn’t merely fed on them, they’d mauled and destroyed them. Even tortured them, if the rawness of the wrists was any sign.
“This is what you allowed to walk free when you turned your back on the Venators,” Victoria said, her voice cold. “How many innocents have suffered like this when they could have been saved?” The fury burned through her, and her fingers were shaking. The haze colored her vision and she felt rage surging through her like a team of horses gone wild.
And then she turned over the last body, and saw the familiar face.