The Tome of Bill (Book 6): Half A Prayer (31 page)

“Or don’t want to die horribly,” I added.

“That too. Bottom line, we have no insight into how things work with them.”

“Other than Alex is the big dog,” I corrected, then almost had to laugh. I’d been in their nerve center. Hell, they held me prisoner there for nearly a quarter of a year.

I was also afforded, by way of my status as Freewill, a small glimpse into how Alex thought and how some of the others saw him. “They present themselves as a coven of equals, and that may have once been true, but I get the feeling that’s not the case anymore. I spoke to two of them, Theodora and Yehoshua, and they were definitely not happy with...”

“Weird name,” Tom commented.

“Says you,” Sally replied. “I doubt there were too many Dipshit McAsshats walking around in ancient times either.”

“My name isn’t...”

I opened my mouth to shush their bickering, but then clammed up. Like Sally said, this place was probably bugged, and even now, prying ears could be listening. I had been about to spill the secret that members of the Draculas, two of the top three, judging by their seating arrangements, were basically traitors to the cause - or at least Alex’s cause.

What a fucking idiot I was. While they’d done little more to foil Alex’s plans than help me escape, they were both still potential thorns in his side. Alex may have presented the Draculas as a team, but what few people realize about teams is there might not be an “I” in it, but there is most certainly an “M” and an “E” in the word.

Even if it all went to hell for us right now, resulting in our painful executions - a scenario I preferred to avoid - they might continue to work from the shadows, manipulating events so the world didn’t end up crowning Alexander of Macedon emperor for the second time in its history.

That concept was a mind-blower right there. I’m pretty self-involved. In my day-to-day life, I preferred to watch out for number one. That means no stupidly heroic self-sacrifices if I can help it. I’ve never had any intention of being a martyr - still don’t. Regardless, for perhaps the first time, I thought of the big picture. Even if I wasn’t around to see it, Alex failing in his mad quest for world domination remained our top goal.

Talk about humbling.

Was this how it started for history’s crazed revolutionaries? One moment of clarity that led to a lifetime - usually fairly short - of resistance against the powers that be?

Goddamnit, how the hell did I end up here? I mean, the Freewill was supposed to be the harbinger of doom, the so-called Night Spawn, as the Templar put it. Wasn’t I supposed to be out razing the countryside and carrying off wenches for my own nefarious purposes? Hell, I’d played out that scenario dozens of times at the gaming table and I can tell you one thing - it’s kinda fun. Shit, wasn’t it Sheila’s job to do all the heroics?

Yeah, it was. And hadn’t I promised myself I’d do everything in my power to both save her from this mess and try to put the world back together? Ah, the things I do to impress a girl.

Okay, that was bullshit. I’d do the same thing regardless. As awesome as the fantasy of being Dr. Doom or Lex Luthor might be, at the end of the day, I’d probably always choose to be the underdog hero fighting to stop them.

Goddamn, I must be out of my fucking mind.

I burst out laughing at all the irony, all the idiocy, everything that seemed to drive me forward toward what were no doubt impossible goals.

“Something funny, Bill?” Sally asked, dropping Tom - whom she’d been holding aloft by the shirt collar, presumably with the intent to clock him.

Tom coughed for a moment, catching his breath. “Think maybe he’s finally lost his mind?”

Before either of them could answer, the heavy door to our holding cell opened from the outside. A man standing in the doorway blocked the concrete walls beyond. Scratch that - he wasn’t just a
man
. Of average height, but strongly built, his mismatched eyes took us all in as he strode forward.

“The Freewill’s mind has always been far afield, as far as I am concerned, human,” Alexander said. “It is one of the traits about him I most admire.”

I immediately regretted the lack of bathroom facilities because the smell in this place was gonna get
real
funky if I ended up pissing myself out of fear - something I was seriously considering. Back during my
vacation
in Switzerland, Alex had attempted to coax my Dr. Death persona to the surface. That coaxing had resulted in me being beaten and broken with near surgical precision - all while he maintained the coolly detached attitude of someone reading a particularly unengaging book.

I sincerely doubted most sociopaths could have kept as straight of a face.

Now, here I was again in a similar situation, except this time I had my friends around to either watch him do so...or for him to torture while I looked on.

Oh, crap, what if that last part was his plan? Maybe Alex thought he couldn’t break me - which was complete bullshit. I would have confessed to kidnapping the Lindbergh baby with fairly minimal persuasion. The tough-guy routine wasn’t my shtick. I was more of the class clown type.

There was little chance of me stopping him from hurting my friends, but I realized one thing as he stepped forward...

I would die trying.

* * *

Tom, in a fit of apparent insanity, approached Alex and said, “Dude, bringing in that old guy to piss off my girlfriend was
not
cool. Do you know how much shit I’m gonna have to listen to...”

“
SLEEP!!
” Alex barely whispered the compulsion, but my friend dropped like a bag of rocks.

I started forward, but Sally put a hand on my arm. Her meaning was crystal clear: Alex could have done
a lot
worse if he’d wanted to.

“Much better,” he said. “My apologies, but your friend here seems to have a singular talent for inane chatter. I was even told that two of the sentries tasked with his retrieval had to be physically restrained from killing him - against my direct orders. They, of course, have since been relieved of their duties.”

I glanced sideways at Sally. I had a sneaking suspicion their
relieving
was less a reassignment and more of a permanent retirement.

“Regardless, it is for the best,” Alex continued. “Human ears are not fitting audience for any discourse we might share.”

“Then why’d you lock him up with us?” I asked.

A wry smile played across his lips. “I was curious to see if either of you would drain him for nourishment.”

Well, that was ever so slightly sick as all fuck.

“Interesting.” He looked down upon my blissfully snoring roommate. “I can see the hunger in your eyes, Freewill, yet you resist without any obvious temptation. You too,” he said, turning to Sally. “Even more so, since I am well aware of the carnage you caused prior to replacing Marlene.”

I glanced in her direction, but if there was something to what Alex said, she wasn’t in a confessing mood.

“The meatsack grows on you after a while,” she replied, her voice steady and showing no sign of the terror I felt in my gut. “Besides, I’m kind of afraid to bite him. You never know when stupid will become contagious.”

He appeared to consider this and his grin widened. “Indeed. A pleasure to make your acquaintance again, my dear.”

She nodded respectfully.

Alex reached into his pocket and produced something like a remote control. He pressed a button on it and then put it away again. “Alas, human ears might not be a worthy audience, but I prefer our conversation be a private one from all others as well.”

“Let me guess. There’s going to be a section of the videotape that’s mysteriously missing?”

“White noise and static, actually. Regardless, what is said here stays here.”

He didn’t even need to ask if that was clear or not. His word was law and he knew it. Of course, what we did when he wasn’t around to crush our skulls into paste was a whole different story, but I decided against saying as much.

“So are you here to gloat?” I asked.

“Gloat? Quite the contrary. I have come to apologize.”

* * *

A part of me wondered if maybe the Jahabich had knocked a screw or two loose in my head during our little underground misadventure. Hadn’t we just been marched in, accused, and utterly humiliated - all at his bequest?

“Come again?”

“I wished to apologize for all that has transpired and what is yet to come. It was not my intention to inconvenience you with such pointless spectacle.”

“You seemed to be having a pretty damned good time doing it, though,” I pointed out, a small part of me realizing that I was mouthing off to the worst person on the planet to do so against.

“One must play the part one is given. Shakespeare was quite astute when he penned that all the world’s a stage. Alas, when it became public knowledge that the Icon had survived, I had no choice but to take action. Sadly, your involvement in that affair was too well-known to overlook.”

“Public?”

“Yes,” he replied. “I, of course, surmised her survival almost immediately following the incident in question.”

“Wait a second,” I said. “You
knew
she was alive?”

“I was not aware of the details, but yes. Between the inconsistencies of the fiction presented to us as fact and being well aware of the Wanderer’s lack of providing the necessary equipment for his strike team, it was quite obvious.”

“So why didn’t you...” Sally started.

“But how did you know I had feelings for her?” Whatever her question, it was probably more relevant to our plight, but fuck it. I needed to satisfy my curiosity first.

“I did not,” he replied with a smile. “That was merely conjecture on my part, a bit of window dressing to make the proceedings appear more dramatic. Imagine my surprise, though.”

“Once again, good job, Bill,” Sally said, clapping me on the shoulder. “But that still doesn’t answer why you didn’t immediately continue on with the witch hunt.”

“It is simple. The Icon is inconsequential.”

“What?” Sally and I both asked in unison.

“What do you mean ‘inconsequential’? From what I’ve heard, covens up and down the Eastern seaboard were shitting bricks and then using them to seal up their doors.”

“Quite the interesting imagery you paint there, Freewill.”

“Yeah, the world lost a great philosopher when we brought Bill into the fold.”

I shot Sally the stink eye. “Don’t you have some dollars in your g-string you could be counting?”

“You assume I’m wearing underwear.”

Wait, what?

A slight sigh escaped Alex’s lips. “As I was saying, the Shining Ones have been present since the dawn of time. They even fought alongside us in the first great war with the Grendel.”

“Makes sense,” I said. “I imagine every person was one back then, worshipping the moon spirits or whatever the fuck.”

“It does not, nor has it ever worked that way, child. That anyone of strong enough faith can become an Icon is nothing more than myth - used as a way of inspiring soldiers that they, too, could become legendary heroes if they fought hard enough for king and country.”

“No?”

“Of course not,” he replied dismissively. “As you said: otherwise, every priest, zealot, or self-proclaimed prophet in history would have become so empowered. It is no different, I suppose, than with Freewills. One is either born with the gift or one is not.”

“Gift?”

“Magic, genetics, call it what you will. Had current events not played out, in a couple of decades I suppose science would have advanced to the point where we could have foretold from birth who held such a destiny - and taken appropriate measures.”

He shook his head as if to say “What ya gonna do?” before continuing on. “But that is of no consequence. My point is that Icons have existed all throughout history, and yet, we are still here. They are to be feared and respected upon the battlefield, but that is all. One lone Icon will no more destroy our way of life than one lone Freewill.”

“And yet people seem to think otherwise,” I pointed out, pretty certain that Alex wasn’t talking about me.

He clasped his hands behind his back and chuckled. “I suppose I am partially to blame for that.”

“How so?”

“He’s talking about the disappearance of the Freewills,” Sally said.

Alex raised an eyebrow. “I thought you might eventually figure that out. You are a clever girl. Despite your age, together you both make for a surprisingly formidable team.”

“Technically, I’m the one who figured it...”

“So,” Sally interrupted, apparently happy to take credit for my brainstorm, “if I’m reading this correctly, what you’re saying is it’s simply a matter of vampires not being used to them anymore?”

Alex clapped his hands together. “Precisely. That was an unexpected, albeit not entirely unwelcome, result of culling Freewills from the world. Fewer and fewer Icons were born until such time as centuries passed before the world had seen either. Unfortunately, many of our kind suffer from the same weaknesses as mortals...they talk amongst themselves, spreading rumors. These rumors eventually become myth, and myth becomes legend. Barely an eon goes by before what were once merely considered warriors of note become the so-called destroyers of our race.”

“Wait, but what about the prophecies?”

“What of them? Magic exists, and so does the ability to peer through the mists of time. But what of it? One can either sit idly and wait for events to play out, or one can manipulate them so that they come to pass at a time of one’s choosing. Fools drop to their knees in worshipful reverence when lightning flashes in the sky. True visionaries see it for what it is and use it to guide the masses in the direction they so dictate.”

Sally and I once again shared a glance. Holy crap. The only thing scarier than a nutcase was a nutcase with a dangerously high IQ and the charisma to put it to use.

With Alex at the helm, the Earth and everyone on it was headed toward a world of hurt.

“So all of it...”

“Careful planning, a little luck, and the ability to improvise,” Alex proclaimed proudly. “I was originally unsure how you would play your part. Unlike how our official history reads, there have been others of your kind over the past few centuries.”