SCROLLS OF THE DEAD-3 Complete Vampire Novels-A Trilogy (31 page)

"Oh, God," she said quietly.

After a tentative knock at her bedroom door, Aunt Celia stuck her head into the room. "Dell? Can I come in?"

Dell turned onto her side away from the door, keeping silent. She felt the weight of her aunt when she sat down on the bed's edge. She waited for her touch, and when it didn't come, she turned over. "Why did they call you?"

"They know something's happened. This isn't like you. Can't we talk about it?"

"I don't really want to talk."

"It's that boy, isn't it?"

"They told you about Ryan?"

Celia nodded and now she did place her hand on Dell's shoulder. "Carolyn's nearly your age," she said. "And though you might not believe it, once I was young too."

Dell had to smile. "I know. It's just . . . I can't talk about this."

"All right, I won't press you. I'm having dinner here tonight, and Carolyn will be over later. When you feel better, maybe you can come out and be with your family."

"I'll try," Dell said, sighing deeply.

Celia rose and left her alone. The door snicked closed, and Dell lay on her back, feeling sleepy. She'd try to get up later and let her family know she was going to be all right. She hated to make them worry.

She must have fallen asleep because everything went hazy and she felt the hairs at the back of her neck stand up. She knew herself under scrutiny, and when she lifted her gaze to look around she saw she was not in her bed, but lying on forest debris in a dark wood with a blood-red moon overhead. It was the dream of her death—and she was back again.

~*~

Ryan stood on the steps at Dell's house, hesitating, his fist raised to knock at the door. It frightened him to be here. Yet he'd felt compelled to come. He had seen for himself that Dell had been telling the truth. Not only did she make herself disappear and reappear, but just before and after he had seen her teeth, the sharp incisors, the look of hunger in her eyes. They were no fake dental appliances she'd slipped into place. The disappearance was no magic trick. The strange look that came over her was unearthly. And it was real.

She was a vampire. That was a fact. He knew it for certain, absolutely. Although it was against all logic. It was truly insane. But it didn't detract from the fact that he knew what he knew. He'd seen what he'd seen. He'd experienced a vampire, a real one.

And he was here at her door because . . . because he loved her. That was another verifiable fact of life. There were vampires. And there was love. Neither could be disputed. They were universal truths that nothing he could do would ever change. He guessed he'd loved her the first day he'd entered school and sat behind her in English class. He didn't even know that love at first sight existed, but then there were a lot of things he didn't know.

Suddenly the door opened and Dell's little brother, Eddie, stood there, glaring at him. "What do you want?"

Ryan stepped back a step, but then he straightened his shoulders and looked the boy in the eyes and said, "I've come to see Dell."

"She doesn't want to see anybody."

"I know. But I have to talk to her."

"That's impossible." Eddie began to shut the door.

Ryan stepped forward and put his hand up, holding it open. "Please, Eddie. I know all about you, about your family. She told me."

He never got the chance to say more. Eddie's eyes widened, then he grabbed Ryan by the collar, and though he was smaller than Ryan, he dragged him easily from the front step into the house. "Wait here," he said, "God damn it."

Shaken but determined, Ryan stood in the hall, waiting. This was a vampire house. They walked in the day, they didn't die from the sun, they looked just like other people. He shook his head in consternation.

In other rooms he heard people talking and wondered if they knew he was there.

While he waited, he wondered what he was going to say to Dell to convince her he had to be in her life. He just had to make her understand something had happened between them. He couldn't give her up this way. He couldn't go on with his life as if it were still normal. He was irrevocably changed by her, his life intertwined with hers. He couldn't stop thinking of her. He couldn't live without her, that was the thing.

"Ryan, what are you doing here?"

She stood a few feet away, her hair in disarray, clothes awry. Behind her in the shadows stood her little brother.

"Can I talk to you, Dell? Alone?"

"Why did you tell him?" Eddie asked.

"Leave us alone, Eddie," she said.

"You shouldn't have told him. You know you must never do that."

"Go away, I said!"

"Oh, all right, have it your way. But Mentor's not going to like this."

When they were alone, Ryan reached out his hand for her to take it. "Come outside?"

She took his hand and they went out the door, closing it behind them. Ryan turned to her. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked into her eyes. "I don't care what you are. You're here and I'm here and we belong together. I had to come and tell you that. Ever since you told me, I've been confused and afraid, but I'm not afraid anymore."

"You weren't listening, Ryan. I'm not like you. It's a disease, a mutated disease that affects our whole line, affects us generation after generation. So few of us escape it. I have aunts and uncles, cousins, grandparents, and almost all of them are vampires. It's as if I had some kind of deadly disease, don't you see? Only this doesn't kill me. I wish it would. It makes me live. When I shouldn't be living." She grabbed his hand off her shoulder and pressed it between her breasts. She held his palm hard against her. "I told you my heart doesn't beat. Why can't you understand? I'm an abomination. My whole family's infected. I used to be human; I'm not anymore.”

Ryan felt her chest through her shirt, felt the bones, the flesh so cool to his touch. And she was right, there was no movement there, no heartbeat. Something, deep in his mind shuddered, but he didn't pull his hand away.

He had to say something. If she'd bared her fangs and gone for his throat, he thought he would have leaned to the side so she could reach the flesh easier. If he couldn't have her, he didn't want anyone.

"I love you, Dell." He was surprised he'd said it, but it was what he'd wanted to say all day.

She slumped against him, her head against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her. "I can't help it, Dell. I love you. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I've had girlfriends and that's all they were. As soon as I transferred here and saw you in class, as soon as I kissed you . . . I knew. There's nothing you can tell me that will change what I feel for you.”

"This will never work out, Ryan. It causes trouble. It causes all kinds of problems. You need to think about that. I've seen a woman imprisoned on the other side of the world because she loved a man. A mortal. She lost her mind over him. You're mortal, Ryan, I'm not."

"We'll deal with the problems as they come along. That's all we can do, that's all everyone does. You care for me, too, I know it." When she didn't speak, he raised her face from his chest and looked at her closely. "You care for me, too, don't you, Dell?"

"Yes," she whispered.

He leaned down and kissed her, holding her tight to him. He buried his face in her tangled, fragrant hair at the side of her neck. "I don't care about anything," he said, "but loving you."

Dell held onto him for a moment before pulling away. She glowered into the twilight at the street.

"What's wrong?" Ryan asked. He'd never seen that look on her face before.

"Someone's watching us."

He looked across the street at the houses there, but didn't see anyone. "Who?"

"I don't know, but someone. I feel it." She pushed at his chest a little with her fingertips. "You should go."

"All right, but remember what I said. I won't give up on you, Dell."

Her gaze softened and she quickly kissed his lips once more. "We're both crazy," she said.

"You more than me." He smiled.

She pushed him again, more playfully, and he stumbled off the steps. "Okay, okay, I'm going."

As he left, he saw her scanning the street and the houses in the neighborhood, the scowl back on her face.

~*~

"I want you to get him for me," Upton said to George.

They sat in the limo down the street from Dell's house. They had seen the young couple embrace. He and George had followed the girl from one side of town to the other. They had followed her to school and home again. While waiting, making plans, they had seen the boy drive up and park. When the girl came outside with him, Upton knew it was his opportunity. "You have to get him," he repeated. "I don't know if the boy is vampire, but if he isn't, he'll be easier to handle. The girl will do what you say if you get her boyfriend."

"How do I get him, sir?"

"Get out of the car, you idiot, and get over there. When the boy starts to leave, call to him. Ask him for directions or something, I don't care what you do, but get close and get him. Bring him to the car. We're taking him with us."

"Yes, sir."

Upton sat back and watched. He saw George start for the house, saw the boy turn and walk toward his car. George reached the girl's front yard by that time. He saw him gesturing to the boy, luring him down the steps and to the edge of the sidewalk.

It would all be in Upton's control soon. He'd have the power. He'd make the girl turn him into a vampire. He'd threaten her with fire, with decapitation, with harm to her boyfriend, her family, whatever it took. He would have his way or she would die, he meant it. He hadn't come this far and invested this much time and energy in order to fail. He had so little time left. He could feel his disease ravaging him daily. He was nearly to the point of needing a wheelchair. He never slept, aching all through the night. He had more sores that would not heal; they were breaking out now on his back and spreading around his rib cage to his chest. He'd soon get some horrible infection that would kill him long before his disease ever got a chance to.

He needed that girl. He needed the life she could give him.

He'd do whatever it took.

He pressed against the limo window, watching closely. The boy seemed confused. George stepped in close and suddenly took him by the arm, bending it behind his back. He pushed him toward the side walk, over the curb, and into the street. As Upton had predicted, the girl followed. She ran from the steps and caught up with them close to the car. Upton had the back door open just before George pushed the boy inside.

George turned swiftly to the girl.

"What are you doing?" she said. "Let him go."

Upton had a small caliber silver pistol aimed at the boy. When the girl opened the door, he waved it at her, making sure it was the first thing she saw.

"Join us," he said, "or your friend is going to have a hole in him."

She didn't say anything, but the look in her eyes made Upton think for one second that he'd made a terrible mistake. "Get in!" he shouted, his sudden fear causing him to raise his voice. "I'm not very good with this gun and it might go off."

The girl slid in beside the boy and took his hand. "Who are you?" the boy asked. "What's this about?"

"If she's vampire, she can read my mind. Can't you, girl?"

"He wants to be like me," Dell said. "He's using you to get what he wants. He's been looking for me for a long time. He's dying."

George had started the car and pulled from the curb. Full dark had fallen on the neighborhood now and lights came on inside the houses as they passed them.

"I don't understand," Ryan said.

"It doesn't matter what you understand," Upton said. "Just do what I say and you'll be all right.” He glanced at the back of George's head. "Take us out of this city. Take us somewhere private, far away from here.'

"You better not do this," the girl warned. "You're sick and feeble. I can hurt you.”

Upton pushed the gun into the boy's ribs until he grunted. "I'm not playing a game with you," he said, speaking to Dell. "You'll give me what I want, or you'll lose this mortal. He'll die a lot sooner than I will—and that's a promise."

All of Upton's fear vanished as he spoke. He saw the girl's resolve waver. She sank into the leather seat, gazing ahead of her, and holding tightly to the boy's hand. She might still be reading his mind. If she were, he wanted her to know just how serious he was.

I wouldn't mind killing everyone in this car, he thought, hoping she could hear him. You know I'll do it if provoked. Don't try it.

He relaxed, but kept the gun firmly against the boy's ribs as George drove them from the neighborhood onto a freeway entrance ramp.

For once Upton's frozen smile was genuine. He thought he would smile forever now. Life was only beginning.

Chapter 24

Mentor and Ross were involved in a deep struggle when they both heard the cry for help from the girl. It was like a screech on the wavelength they both unconsciously monitored every moment of their lives. The wail startled them into rigidity.

Ross, taking advantage of the interruption, threw Mentor off easily. Mentor landed against the wall of Ross' home, striking it so hard his body dented the sheetrock and caused a painting to crash to the floor.

"Stop it," Mentor said, shaking himself off. "We can finish this later."

Ross stood immobile, listening intently to the pleas coming to him from the girl who called herself Dell. "Who is this new one?" he asked. "What makes her interrupt us this way?"

Mentor said, "Dell Cambian. You know the Cambians?"

"Of course I do. I supply them, don't I?”

“Listen," Mentor said, cocking his head, holding one finger aloft to silence Ross.

She was telling them where she was. She was caught, a prisoner of an old crippled man and his chauffeur. They were going to kill her boyfriend if she did not make the old man a vampire. Help, she cried. Mentor! Help!

"She doesn't want to kill them," Ross said, sneering. "You see how your namby-pamby Naturals handle a crisis? They buckle. They call for help when all they have to do is strike back."