Skin Trade (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter 17)

Chapter 68

THE RAIN STOPPED abruptly, like someone had turned a switch. The jasmine retreated from my throat. I drew a huge gasping breath. The world didn't smell like rain anymore. There was still the scent of flowers, but the rain had gone. The air was dry, and a wind came off the desert that the palm trees hid from view. The desert that I'd always known was there in this vision.

A whirlwind blew in from the sand. The Mother of All Darkness whispered in my ear, "No, it cannot be."

The whirlwind stopped a few feet way; as the wind died, Vittorio was revealed. But it was not the Vittorio that I'd seen in Vegas. This one pointed a handsome, unmarked face to the moonlight. His clothes were embroidered and rich, but matched the thin dress and sandals I wore. His short hair was long again, and he walked out of the wind, like some fairy-tale magician appearing in the nick of time. He had helped me; why? I didn't even care how, but why?

"I know you are still here, Dark Mother. I can feel you, hovering in the night, like some evil dream."

The voice came. "Father of the Day, you look unchanged. I see your little pets are back with you."

He made a motion and something appeared beside him. It was almost as if I couldn't see it, but from the corner of my eye, there was a huge man standing behind him. It wavered, and moved like a bad image on a screen that you needed to adjust, but it was there, in the dream, at least.

"Can you only call the people of the wind in dream?" she asked.

"No, the powers that you stripped from me return more every day. As you grow weak, you lose control of that which you stole from me. It returns to me."

"I should have killed you."

"Yes, you should have. I would have killed you."

"I was too sentimental," the voice said.

"It wasn't sentiment that saved me, Dark Mother. I remember your words, very well. You said, 'If I were certain there was a hell, then I would kill you, so you could be tormented for eternity, but since I am not certain, I will leave you alive, to walk this earth, in your own private, powerless hell.' "

"It is too long ago; I do not remember my words exactly," she sighed.

"You were always careful what you remembered of your own deeds."

I wanted to say something, but was afraid to draw their attention to me. I wondered if I could break the dream and simply wake up?

"Do not go, Anita," Vittorio said, as if he'd read my mind. "Don't you want to see what happens?"

I swallowed and said, trying not to sound nearly as afraid as I was, "It sounds like you two have a lot of things to catch up on. I'll just leave you to it."

They spoke together. "No, necromancer, you will not go." "No, Anita, I can't let you go."

Shit.

"Does daylight not hold you prisoner?"

"You always did envy me that. You could never do it."

"As you could not raise the true dead."

"As you could not call the wind to your hand."

"We both had our armies of slaves, Day Father."

"You had your shambling hordes, and I had my army of jinn. I will have my army again, but you will not." His voice had gone low, and evil, somehow.

I wanted to ask if jinn meant genie, but I didn't want the answer enough to have him turn on me.

Her voice held that first thread of fear. "You would keep me from saving myself."

"Oh, yes, my love, I would."

"We both loved power more than anything else. It was not sentiment that kept you from striking the first blow, my love," and she made the endearment sound like an insult.

He raised his hands and spoke words that I did not understand, but the hairs on my arms rose anyway, as if a part of my brain that I couldn't understand anymore knew exactly what the words meant.

He touched a ring on his finger.

"You speak the words, but the ring is what makes it happen. You are not strong enough yet to command them without it," she said.

"Not yet, but thanks to your plans, I will be soon." He spoke the strange words again, and my body shivered with it.

"They are almost here."

For a minute I thought she meant the jinn, and then I felt her look backward, as if there were a window I could not see behind where her voice was coming from. I had a moment to glimpse a slender, dark girl, and then the wind hit her. The wind held blades like a silver whirlwind; it surrounded her and cut her to pieces.

She shrieked, "Necromancer, do not trust him!" Then she was gone, but it wasn't the blades here. I felt an explosion rock in the pit of me, as if my body were the room where it had gone off. I fell to my knees with the sharp, burning pain of it.

"They've used modern explosives. She is dead," and he was triumphant. The wind of blades died down, as if it had never been, but I had another image of a second large figure behind him. There were two of them. Were they genies? If so, it was nothing like the cartoons except that the ring on his finger helped him control them. That was straight out of the old children's stories.

He turned to me, smiling, but it wasn't a good smile. It was the kind of smile that snakes would give if they could, just before they eat the mouse.

I decided I had nothing to lose by asking questions. "The jinn killed the policemen, didn't they?"

"Yes; my daytime servant shares some of my ability through the vampire marks."

"He just takes the ring," I said.

"No, the ring never leaves me."

"If you didn't have the ring, would they turn on you?"

"They are slaves. Slaves always resent the chains."

"I'm going to break the dream now, and wake up," I said, and tried for my voice to sound as sure as I felt.

He laughed, and it was a good laugh, but compared to Jean-Claude's it wasn't ordinary. Again it was as if he read my mind, because he said, "Belle Morte's line has powers that neither she, nor I, possessed. Belle was something new. All the others descend from us, but her and the Dragon. She was never human to begin with, so she was always different from us."

"So you don't share Belle's line of power," I said.

"I am oversharing, but it has been so long since I've had anyone to tell the truth to."

"It gets lonely," I said.

"It can, but I have my servants returning to me, and my magic."

"Bully for you. Now can I go, please?" I hated to add the please, but if it would get me the hell out of here, I'd say worse.

"The Dark Mother was always a good strategist. It's why she defeated me. It's a good plan."

"What plan?" I asked.

"Your feeding on all the colors of the tigers, and a vampire siphoning off the energy. It would have been enough power to save her, and it will still be enough to return me to my former glory."

"You're short two colors of tigers in Max's clan. You need yellow and red," I said.

"You saw the signs, Anita; there is a red tiger performing in Vegas. He was loaned to Max's clan for this year."

"But Max doesn't own him."

"I'm not calling only the tigers that belong to Max, Anita. I had many names, but one was Father of Tigers. I will call them to your room, and you, and they, will do what I want."

"You're still short a yellow one," I said, past the pulse that was trying to crawl up my throat.

"Don't you understand, Anita? You are the yellow tiger. It was a yellow tiger that struck you."

"But that makes me just a survivor, not pureblood. I'd shapeshift to a normal tiger."

"No, Anita, you wouldn't. How do you think the clans began? Do you actually believe the stories of tigers mating with humans and having offspring? No, fairy tales. They were all survivors of different strains of tiger. They have convinced themselves they are better because they breed true, but they have forgotten their own truth. They were once as you are, nothing more. They smell the gold tiger on you, Anita. The gold clan ruled them all, once, and they still respond to the power. If you were not true golden tiger, then they would not react to you, as they do."

"No," I said.

"I don't need you with child; in fact, that would complicate things, so we will make it quicker. I just need you to feed on them and to bring all the lines into their powers. For that we need a full feeding of Belle Morte's powers."

"Aren't you going to give me a chance to cooperate with you?" I asked.

"Why would I do that? I see my death in your mind, Anita. Lucky for you, I need you alive. Now, feed me the power that was once mine before the Darkness stripped me bare."

I screamed at him, "No!" Then there was nothing but the dark, and this time there was no voice in the blackness; there was nothing.