Anita Blake 22 - Affliction (31 page)

‘True,’ he said. He kept his AR snugged against his shoulder, his face settled against the stock. He looked very natural, as if he could aim at her all night.

The police were up to us in a whirl of flashlights and noise. Some of them joined Nicky in aiming at the vampire. Others came to check on me.

Bush asked, ‘You hurt, Marshal?’

‘No,’ I said.

‘Then why are you sitting on the ground?’ It was Becker.

‘Too much running like hell in this altitude,’ I said.

‘You have altitude sickness?’ she asked.

‘Yeah.’

She gave a small laugh. ‘Too funny, that the big, bad Anita Blake has altitude sickness.’

My vision had finally cleared. Yay for that. I got slowly to my feet, still feeling a little shaky. Bush started to reach out to steady my elbow, but then dropped his hand back. He was treating me like he’d treat any of his fellow officers, and I took that as the compliment it was.

I walked over to join everyone gathered around the vampire. They hadn’t moved in and tried to cuff her. I realized that they were waiting for me to tell them it was safe. Then I realized that most of the officers in the night-dark woods had been part of the group that I had dragged out from under the killer zombies, or who had joined us when they fought free themselves, and saw that we seemed to have a plan. I had helped them, and now they were willing to chase vampires in the dark with me. Cool.

I stopped at Nathaniel’s leopard and Ares’ hyena so that I was framed between the two big animals. I trusted Nicky to keep his gun on the vampire. I let the AR hang free on its tactical strap and started to pet Nathaniel’s dark fur and laid a hand on the hyena’s back. He was taller than the leopard, big enough that I could have leaned my elbow on him like a light pole; he was a big damn beast.

The vampire looked at the two beasts with wide eyes. Someone had put a flashlight on her face like a spotlight so that we could see that one of her eyes was clear and brown and very alive, but the other had that white film that happens after death. Nathaniel’s claws had sliced open her face from the edge of the dead eye to the jawline. The wound wasn’t bleeding much, as if the flesh had really been dead so long there was no blood to find, but the wounds on her chest had bled a lot. Blood had soaked into the pink A-line dress so she looked like a macabre Valentine. One shoulder had rotted so you could see tendons and bone, but the other one was smooth and perfect. Why hadn’t she used her vampire powers to make all of her body whole? Rotting vampires had two forms, human and rotting. Most of them spent the lion’s share of their time looking as human and perfect as they could, though most seemed to enjoy the effect their other form had on their victims. This vampire wasn’t enjoying it.

‘Please, don’t hurt me, again,’ she said.

‘You hurt Henry senior,’ I said.

‘Who?’ she asked.

‘The other man that you left up in the aspen grove.’

She looked away from me. ‘I didn’t want to hurt him. I’d finally gotten strong enough to cloud their minds and make them see me as beautiful. I wasn’t done with the first man, but he made us hurt him. He made us hurt him in front of the other man.’

‘You killed the father and made the son watch,’ I said.

She looked back at me and the fear was naked in her face. ‘I didn’t want to.’

‘No one held a gun to your head,’ Becker said.

‘Worse,’ she whispered, ‘so much worse.’

I could feel the other vampire. It was close. ‘What’s worse?’ I asked.

‘He is,’ she whispered.

‘Who is he?’ I asked.

She shook her head and a piece of her hair fell down the side of her face. She grabbed at it and started to cry. ‘God, maybe I should make you kill me. It’s got to be better than being like this.’

‘You should be able to make yourself human looking, at least at night,’ I said.

She looked at me, the lock of her hair still in her hand. ‘What did you say?’

I repeated it.

‘If I were able to do that he would have told me. He would have rewarded me. I’ve done everything he asked.’

‘Who would have rewarded you?’ I asked again.

She looked up at something I couldn’t see and said, ‘No, please don’t.’ She looked at me and said, ‘It’s not me, don’t kill me. He controls me and I can’t refuse him.’

‘What can’t you refuse him?’ I asked.

‘Anything.’ Her voice had gone distant, as if she were listening to something we couldn’t hear. I felt the energy flare through her like a cold wind. Her face turned to us, and it was a different person in there looking out of her face. I knew only one vampire that could possess other vampires this completely.

‘Traveller,’ I whispered.

‘No, guess again,’ and it was the same voice, her voice, but the tone was so alien that I wanted to say
male
, though I wasn’t sure why.

‘Who are you?’ I asked.

‘Guess,’ he said, and managed to make that one word hiss, and then my cross flared to life again, and so did every other holy object around us.

‘Don’t do it, we’ll kill her!’

‘I’ll make more,’ the voice said.

‘More vampires?’ I asked.

‘More everything,’ and it was an evil whine that didn’t match the ruin of the woman he was using.

‘Do not look her in the eyes!’ I yelled.

‘Someone always looks,’ said the voice.

I held my cross out in front of me on the end of its chain. ‘Leave her.’

‘Are you trying to save her?’ The voice sounded amused.

‘She’s got rights, and you possessing her counts as kidnapping and physical invasion.’

‘She’s mine, mine!’

‘No, she’s not,’ I said, and started forward with the light of my cross held in front of me. Nicky was at my side, gun at the ready, just in case. The beasts growled and chattered at our sides.

‘She’s mine!’ The voice screamed it at us.

‘No, she is not!’ I yelled back at him.

‘Whose then? Who does she belong to, if not I who made her?’

‘She belongs to herself,’ I said.

The vampire had closed its eyes against the holy light. ‘All vampires belong to someone, Anita Blake. If she’s not mine, then whose?’

‘Mine,’ I said, and shoved the cross into her arm.

The vampire screamed, and then I saw it look at me through the white-hot glow, such hatred on its face, and then it was gone. I felt it go, felt it leave her, as she screamed high and hopeless.

I drew the cross back and she collapsed against the tree and slumped to the ground. No one tried to catch her, not even me. She blinked up at us as the holy objects faded like dying stars. She started to cry. ‘I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.’

‘I know,’ I said.

‘You chased him away. You chased him away, thank you, thank you, thank you.’

Did she think he was gone forever? That one holy-item burn had chased the monster out of her for good? The relief on her face said that was exactly what she believed. I didn’t tell her different, because we needed to interrogate her and if she thought I’d rescued her she’d probably tell me anything I wanted to know. Besides, you shouldn’t crush someone’s hope if you haven’t got anything to put in its place.

One of the other police had a set of the new cuffs, too. She let me put the cuffs on her with no protests. She just kept saying, ‘Thank you, and I’m sorry, so sorry.’

Ares collapsed to the ground, still in hyena form, but his legs had gone out from under him. I shoved the vampire at the cop with the cuffs and said, ‘Do not look her in the eyes.’

Nicky and Nathaniel, still in leopard form, were crouching by Ares. I went to them. ‘What’s wrong with him?’

Nicky raised his hand up to the flashlights. His hand was covered in blood that had strands of yellow in it. The smell hit me next. I’d smelled it at the hospital. Shit. I dropped to my knees beside the hyena. ‘No,’ I said, ‘damn it, no!’

The hyena shivered, convulsed, and then the fur melted away, as if his human body were something trapped in ice, revealed by the energy that spilled off him as his body shifted back. He should have been trapped in hyena form for at least four hours, maybe ten. You only changed back early if you were powerful enough to will it, or too hurt to hold form, or dead.

I searched his neck for a pulse, holding my own breath, as I waited to feel it against my fingers. There, there it was, he was alive. I yelled, ‘Man down! Medic!’

Nicky had put pressure on the wound with his bare hands while we waited for Bush to bring the officer paramedic who was still back at the clearing. I’d shoved plastic gloves at Nicky.

‘I can’t catch anything from him, Anita.’

‘Ares caught it,’ I said.

He’d frowned at me, but he hadn’t argued after that, just taken the gloves and held his now-gloved hands to the wound.

Nathaniel, still in leopard form, sniffed at the wound and hissed. I started taking off my vest.

Becker asked, ‘What are you doing, Marshal?’

‘I’m going to give him my shirt to use at the wound, but first I have to get the vest off.’

She was one of only a handful of officers who had stayed here in the woods to guard us in case something else bad showed up. Though I’d heard one cop say, ‘We’re safer with them.’

I think they meant the three of us.

I got the vest off and spilled it to the ground in a clank of weapons. I peeled off my T-shirt, folded it into quarters, and handed it to Nicky. He reached for it, the gloves dark with blood and streaked with the infection, though I wasn’t sure that was what it was, not exactly. Had everyone bitten tonight caught this? The other bites had not looked like vampire bites. They’d been zombie, or human looking. Was this infection something that vampires and shapeshifters could catch? If it was, then it was something new.

I slid the vest back on my shoulders. It was rough with just the bra on, but it was better than not having the vest in case of stray bullets. Besides, it helped me carry my weapons. I used to hate the vests when the government first started making us wear them, but now it was just part of how I carried my stuff.

‘Pretty bra,’ someone said.

I looked up at the knot of officers around us. I didn’t know who had said it, just one of the men, so not Becker. I debated on whether to get angry, but it was a nice bra, all lacy and black. ‘Thanks,’ I said, and fastened the vest back into place so I could put my jacket back on.

‘Do the panties match?’

Crap, the fact that I hadn’t been hostile to the first comment had encouraged him. I looked up and said, ‘Who said that?’

They shifted uncomfortably, and then the other men stepped back to leave one younger officer standing by himself. He’d been stupid and they weren’t going to protect him, not out here, not with people bleeding and dying.

The leopard leaned against me like a big dog. I think Nathaniel was trying to remind me not to kill our friends. I put an arm around him and petted the warmth and comfort of his fur. It did help lower my blood pressure. ‘And you are Officer what?’

‘Connors, Officer Connors.’ He said it clear, no mumbling, and met my gaze steady.

‘Okay, Officer Connors, the man bleeding and hurt from fighting beside you against flesh-eating zombies and vampires is my friend. You must have friends back at the clearing who are hurt, or worse, right?’

He nodded.

‘Sorry, I didn’t hear that, can you use your outside voice?’ I said. It was almost a relief to be able to upset about something this small.

‘Yes,’ he said, and there was the tiniest edge of anger now.

‘Then is speculating out loud about a female officer’s underwear appropriate under these circumstances?’

‘No,’ he said, nice and clear this time.

‘Good to know we agree on that,’ I said.

Bush came jogging back with another officer in tow. He introduced him as Officer Perkins. ‘I heard you yell
medic
, but … there’s a lot of wounded.’

He went down on his knees beside Ares and looked down the nude length of his body. ‘This was the hyena?’ he’d asked.

‘Yes.’

He’d triple-gloved before he signaled Nicky to move back. He shone the light on the side of Ares’ neck and just shook his head. ‘Travers has a wound like this in his chest. It’s the same infection that got Sheriff Callahan.’

‘Yes,’ I said.

‘The wound doesn’t seem to be closing. I thought lycanthropes healed better than this.’

‘Wounds made by other preternaturals heal slower,’ I said.

‘So, because it’s a vampire bite it’s not healing?’ he asked.

‘Yeah.’

The big leopard rubbed at me. I ran my hands through his fur. ‘It’s okay, Nathaniel.’

He pushed at me again, and I turned to look into his leopard eyes, but the look in the eyes wasn’t animal. He was trying to tell me something. I dropped shields a little more, trying to ‘see’ what he wanted to share. I was suddenly overwhelmed with grayish images, the scent of the night, and the feel of my body against his, but … not the way a person thought of it, more like a … I shoved my shields back in place, holding on to his leopard form to keep from swaying. I’d caught glimpses of things, but it was like looking at a jigsaw puzzle that had been swirled around on the floor. You knew there was a picture, but it was just bright bits of color and shapes.

His energy poured over my skin, marching down my nerve endings like electric kisses. His fur flowed under my hands, and for the first time I held him as his human form pulled its way out of the fur and muscles of his leopard. The power of it shivered through my body so that I shuddered as his skin flowed smooth and fever-hot against me.

Becker exclaimed behind us, ‘Oh, my God!’

I wondered if she said it from watching him shift form or because he was now crouched naked, hidden only by the fall of his unbound hair. She hadn’t said anything when Ares changed form, so it was probably the whole nude-and-beautiful-man-who-wasn’t-wounded-and-unconscious thing. It’s just bad form to lust after the wounded, but Nathaniel wasn’t wounded. He fit into the curve of my arm and body like he always did, as if he’d been meant to be there all along. As nice as it had been to cuddle his leopard, this was better, more comforting to me.

‘I’ve never seen you change back to human this soon,’ Nicky said from the other side of Ares and Officer Perkins.