Blood Hunt (13 page)

Tori started at this, and Charles continued, “Yes, we know all about that. We know about the drinking, the smoking, the men. We thought at first that it would pass. We believed that you were merely readjusting to human life, but it’s only getting worse for you, isn’t it, Tori? You lust for the thrill you once had: the pleasure of the kill, the taste of blood.”

“It’s … not like that,” Tori said. She closed her eyes and put a hand against her forehead, trying to get her bearings. Was what Charles had said true? Had some council of vampires ordered the murder of her parents? Her innocent, harmless parents?

“It
is
like that, I think. You don’t want to admit to such bestial thoughts and desires, but they are within you. That was vampirism’s gift to you, the gift given by the creatures who made you, the same creatures who held your father down and
tore his throat
from his body!”

“Stop it!” Tori shouted. “I’m not like that! Not anymore!”

“You are repulsed by your own desires, I understand, but do not deny their existence. Do not lie to me. You will not escape this nightmare without our help.”

“I don’t need any help,” Tori said, knowing it was a lie, her voice low and broken. What was there for her now? What was there but an unending procession of empty, hopeless days?

As quickly as his mood had changed, Charles now snapped back into his calm, smooth, polite tone.

“Of course you need help. Tori, it begins now, with this simple choice. You are beset upon by evil, and as strong as you may be, you are not strong enough to face it alone. Our enemies have, through their reprehensible actions, delivered you to us and given you this choice.

“You can choose to send me away now, send me from your home and wait huddled in the dark for the inevitable end. They
will
catch you. They
will
kill you, and before they do, they will hurt you. They will make you give up the names of those you care about. When death has come to look like bliss compared to the pain they will put you through, you’ll tell them anything they want to know, and they’ll use that knowledge to go and hurt others. This is what they do.”

Tori stared at him. Charles contemplated his manicured fingernails for a moment, looked up, met her gaze.

“You can make that choice, and I won’t stop you. Under ordinary circumstances, I might even admire your bravery, but these circumstances are nothing of the sort. These things are not a shadow in a child’s closet, or the imagined monster under the bed. They are very real, and they will come for you. Is this what you want, to stay here alone until they come for you?”

Tori shook her head.

“Then come with me. Let us together bring a scourge down upon these creatures, these terrible things so willing to destroy lives and shatter families. Come with me to meet the other Children – come and learn, if nothing else. You have been travelling this path alone. I cannot offer some other, easier journey, but I can promise that with the Children, there will always be a hand there when you need it.”

Tori closed her eyes and thought of Two. What would Two choose, if given this chance? What would she do?

A cold voice, this one belonging to no one but herself, spoke up in her mind.
Two would leave you here. She would go back to New York and leave you here to go insane, leave you to watch your parents die and your life crumble. Isn’t that the choice she already made? Isn’t that what Two would do?

“It is time, Tori,” Charles said. “I must depart, with you at my side or not. There will be no second offer. Will you come now, and meet with the Children, or will you stay here and meet your death?”

Tori took a deep breath, wiped her arm across her eyes, opened them and looked at Charles.

“I’ll go with you,” she said. “I’ll go and meet the Children.”

Charles breathed in a deep breath, smiled, nodded as if the conclusion had been forgone. He set his cup of coffee down and stood. Tori stood with him. Together, they left her parents’ house behind.

Part II

Chapter 7
Broken Door, Broken Window

Rhes Thompson couldn’t feel his legs. It wasn’t that they weren’t there; he could see them, crossed beneath him on the plush carpet lining the hallway outside of Two’s apartment. Any feeling they’d once had was now long gone, and it was this sensation that had pulled him up out of sleep.

“Sarah,” he said. “Baby, you gotta get up. I can’t feel my legs.”

“Whuzzah?” Sarah mumbled, stirring. She took her head from his shoulder and yawned. “Where are we? Rhes, this isn’t our room …”

“No. We’re in Two’s hall, remember? We’re waiting for her to come home.”

It had been six hours since they had read the news report on Tori’s parents and five hours since they had reached Two’s condo in SoHo, followed another resident inside, and set up camp in the hallway. In that time, they’d seen no sign of their friend, and had eventually fallen asleep leaning against the wall.

“Oh, yeah, that’s right. Sorry.”

“S’OK. Do you think you could move for a sec? I fell asleep and lost all the feeling in my legs. I like them too much to let them get gangrene.”

Sarah laughed and shifted, taking her weight off of Rhes. She drew her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. Rhes had to use his hands to uncross his legs.

“Gonna suck when they wake up,” Sarah commented.

“I’m trying not to think about it.”

“Did Two ever come back?”

“I don’t think so. At this point, I think we have to give up for the night. We called, we came over here, we sat in front of her front door … I don’t know what else to do. It’s almost three in the morning.”

“It’s OK, Rhes. I’m sure she’s fine. We’ll get in touch with her eventually.”

“How do we know she’s not lying in there right now, hurt or dead?”

Sarah shrugged. “We don’t. But we just talked to her this afternoon … police won’t do anything about it yet. You going to break down the door?”

Rhes considered the possibility for a moment before answering. “No, I guess not. If we don’t hear from her for another few days, though …”

“If that’s the case, we’ll come back and try to get in. I’m with you. Can you walk yet?”

“No way. They’re just waking up. You’ve got at least ten minutes of listening to me … agh … bitch and moan.”

Sarah grinned, slid up next to him, and kissed him on the cheek. “Poor baby. You
were
the one who said he’d stay awake, though.”

“Yeah, I know. Ow! Why does the human body … ow, ow, ow … do this?”

“Think vampire legs fall asleep?”

“I can’t even keep track of it all. Half the things Two told us about Theroen don’t jive with the Dracula creature-features I used to watch as a kid.”

“More than half,” Sarah agreed. “But she did also say that there was more than one type of vampire, and that Theroen was unusual.”

Rhes massaged his legs, biting his tongue and making faces. “Right, Theroen. It’s hard to think of him as a person and not some creepy monster, no matter what Two says about him, you know?”

“I know. He seems to have been good, though. Better than good, really. I’m angry about what’s happening to Two now, but it’s not his fault. If he hadn’t saved her, she’d have probably OD’d by now or something.”

“Probably true.”

Rhes grimaced and pulled himself to his feet. The prickling feeling in his legs was finally beginning to recede.

“You ready to go?” Sarah asked, standing as well.

“Almost. I’ll call Two tomorrow before I go to work, I guess. Worst case, I just get the stupid voicemail again and leave another message.”

Sarah nodded, then arched an eyebrow. “Can you walk yet? I need to work out some of this frustration, and Molly’s away for the night. Maybe we can … make some noise.”

“Walk? Put it like that, and I think I can run.”

Sarah grinned, turned, and started toward the elevator, tracing her fingers along the wall to keep her bearings. Rhes took a moment to admire the view and then, still wincing at the prickles in his legs, followed behind her.

* * *

Had Rhes and Sarah stayed for another forty minutes, they would have encountered their friend, still alive and healthy, excited for the first time in months after her first brief encounter with a vampire. They had no way of knowing this, of course, and so returned by cab to their home in Brooklyn. After the sex, which had been as loud as Sarah could make it and very good, Rhes lay awake, thinking about his life and his friend. Was she simply gone without a trace, like it had been when Theroen had first taken her? Even if they eventually found Two, was there really anything he could do for her?

It didn’t matter. He had to try, if not for Two’s sake then for Tori’s. Somewhere, Tori was dealing with her own hardships, and Rhes knew that she had been through things that he simply couldn’t comprehend. He and Sarah wouldn’t be able to help her the way Two would.

Now what?
Rhes’s brain asked him, over and over again, as he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling.
Now what?

He didn’t know, and that was the primary source of his frustration. He could have handled an undesirable answer, if such an answer had been obvious. It wasn’t. Should he forget her? Some days he wanted to, thought it would be for the best. She would not have been the first friend to fade from his life. He didn’t want to forget her, however. He wanted to save her.

Rhes loved Two – not in the way he loved Sarah, but in the fierce and protective way that he would have loved a younger sister. The idea that she was suffering some sort of hurt he couldn’t help her with bothered him a great deal. That she might be in danger, real physical danger, was ever on his mind. Sarah understood this and shared most of his concerns, and Rhes was thankful for that. It would have been easy for her to let Rhes’s relationship with Two drive a wedge between them.

He glanced over at his sleeping girlfriend, tousled and sweaty and beautiful, her arms wrapped around one of his. She always fell asleep like that, gripping his arm, holding him to her. The feeling was so comfortable now that Rhes had difficulty sleeping without it.

Two was not driving them apart as he had once feared she might. Rhes and Sarah had been together for three years, and he loved her more now than he ever had. He tried not to think about losing her because it made him feel confused and frightened, emotions with which he was not generally familiar. Sarah, for her part, found ways to make him understand that she felt the same. Sometimes it was words, but more often it was gestures, like wrapping his arm up in hers before falling asleep.
You’re mine
, this told him,
and you’re not going anywhere.

It was when he thought about losing these things that he believed he could understand some of what Two must be going through. Her relationship with Theroen had been short, but they had bonded at a mental level unavailable to normal human beings, and his death had clearly scarred her deeply. Rhes supposed a psychiatrist might be able to lend some insight into how she could heal, but he believed that dragging Two in that direction would make irrevocable cuts to the ties of their friendship. At the same time, she was shoving them away anyway, so maybe …

Rhes sighed, stared, thought.

“Gonna go nuts, if you don’t stop,” Sarah murmured, her voice fuzzy from sleep, hoarse from her earlier cries. There was concern there, and a kind of loving exasperation, but also understanding. She pressed up against him, still holding his arm, and kissed his neck.

“I know,” he said. “You’re right.”

“Love you, Rhes. Worried.” Sarah was still as much asleep as awake. She was mumbling into his neck, muffling her words.

“I know. Don’t.”

“Can’t help it.”

“I know. I love you, too, Sarah.” Rhes knew he didn’t say this often enough, and hoped he made it clear in other ways. He felt Sarah’s smile against his skin.

“I know.”

* * *

The next night took him to Manhattan. Several blocks north and west of where Rhes now stood, Two was lingering outside of
L’Obscurité
for the second time in as many days, nervous anticipation tightening her guts, making her heart race. Just a few dozen feet above her, from an apartment window, the vampire Naomi watched her with curiosity. Six hundred miles away, Tori Perrault sat drinking and weeping, leafing through old photographs in the living room of the house she had shared with her parents, who had now been deceased for nearly sixty hours.

 Rhes, aware of none of this, knew only that it had come down to what now seemed inevitable. He was concerned enough about his friend’s well-being that he was preparing to kick in the door to her apartment.

“Do you know what you’re doing?” Sarah asked, sounding nervous.

“Sure. Well, no … but I’ve seen it on TV a couple times.”

“Oh. Fantastic, Rhes.”

“Look out. I’m going to get a running start.”

Sarah took a few steps backward. She opened her mouth and Rhes knew she was going to ask him to reconsider. He didn’t want to do that; he knew that if he did, the fear of what might be waiting for him inside the apartment would never let him go through with it.

“I’m going,” he said, and charged forward, leading with his right shoulder and aiming low so that the maximum impact would happen near the door-knob. The wooden door gave way with a splintering crack and Rhes, off-balance, fell forward into the condo’s dark entranceway with a thud and a grunt. He lay there on the floor for a moment, breathing.

“Should I laugh or call an ambulance?” Sarah asked. She knelt down beside him and put her hand on his back.

Rhes rolled his eyes and pushed himself up off the floor. “Let’s hold the laughter until we’re sure Two’s not here.”

“OK.”

Rhes glanced at the alarm system. If it had been activated by his entrance, there was no outward sign of it, and he guessed that Two had never turned it on in the first place. He glanced around the hallway, trying to see.

“Where are the fucking lights? I can’t see anything.”