Laurell K. Hamilton's Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter

  "He's a monster, Richard. You've seen him. I can't love a monster."

  "If he was human?"

  "He's an egotistical, controlling bastard."

  "But if he was human?"

  I sighed. "If he was human, we might work something out, but even alive, Jean-Claude can be such an SOB. I don't think it would work."

  "But you're not even going to try because he's a monster."

  "He's dead, Richard, a walking corpse. It doesn't matter how pretty he is, or how compelling, he's still dead. I don't date corpses. A girl's got to have some standards."

  "So no corpses," he said.

  "No corpses."

  "What about lycanthropes?"

  "Why? You thinking of fixing me up with your friend?"

  "Just curious about where you draw the line."

  "Lycanthropy is a disease. The person's already survived a vicious attack. It'd be like blaming the rape victim."

  "You ever date a shapeshifter?"

  "It's never come up."

  "What else wouldn't you date?"

  "Things that were never human to begin with, I guess. I really haven't thought about it. Why the interest?"

  He shook his head. "Just curious."

  "Why aren't I still pissed at you?"

  "Maybe because you're glad to be alive, no matter what the cost."

  He pulled into the parking lot of my apartment building. Larry's car was idling in my parking space. "Maybe I am glad to be alive, but I'll let you know about the cost when I find out what it really is."

  "You don't believe Jean-Claude?"

  "I wouldn't believe Jean-Claude if he told me moonlight was silver."

  Richard smiled. "Sorry about the date."

  "Maybe we can try again sometime."

  "I'd like that," he said.

  I opened the door and stood shivering in the cool air. "Whatever happens, Richard, thanks for watching out for me." I hesitated, then said, "And whatever hold Jean-Claude's got on you, break it. Get away from him. He'll get you killed."

  He just nodded. "Good advice."

  "Which you're not going to take," I said.

  "I would if I could, Anita. Please believe that."

  "What does he have on you, Richard?"

  He shook his head. "He ordered me not to tell you."

  "He ordered you not to date me, too."

  He shrugged. "You better get going. You're going to be late for work."

  I smiled. "Besides, I'm freezing my butt off."

  He smiled. "You do have a way with words."

  "I spend too much time hanging around with cops."

  He put the car in gear. "Have a safe night at work."

  "I'll do my best."

  He nodded. I closed the door. Richard didn't seem to want to talk about what Jean-Claude had on him. Well, no rule said we had to play honesty on the first date. Besides, he was right. I was going to be late for work.

  I tapped on Larry's window. "I've got to change, then I'll be right back down."

  "Who was that dropping you off?"

  "A date." I left it at that. It was a much easier explanation than the truth. Besides, it was almost true.

  44

  This is the only night of the year that Bert allows us to wear black to work. He thinks the color is too harsh for normal business hours. I had black jeans and a Halloween sweater with huge grinning jack o' lanterns in a stomach-high line. I topped it off with a black zipper sweatshirt and black Nikes. Even my shoulder holster and the Browning matched. I had my backup gun in an inner pants holster. I also had two extra clips in my sport bag. I had replaced the knife I'd had to leave in the cave. There was a derringer in my jacket pocket and two extra knives, one down the spine, the other in an ankle holster. Don't laugh. I left the shotgun home.

  If Jean-Claude found out I'd betrayed him, he'd kill me. Would I know when he died? Would I feel it? Something told me that I would.

  I took the card that Karl Inger had given me and called the number. If it had to be done, it best be done quickly.

  "Hello?"

  "Is this Karl Inger?"

  "Yes, it is. Who is this?"

  "It's Anita Blake. I need to speak with Oliver."

  "Have you decided to give us the Master of the City?"

  "Yes."

  "If you'll hold for a moment, I'll fetch Mr. Oliver." He laid the receiver down. I heard him walking away until there was nothing but silence on the phone. Better than Muzak.

  Footsteps coming back, then: "Hello, Ms. Blake, so good of you to call."

  I swallowed, and it hurt. "The Master of the City is Jean-Claude."

  "I had discounted him. He isn't very powerful."

  "He hides his powers. Trust me, he's a lot more than he seems."

  "Why the change of heart, Ms. Blake?"

  "He gave me the third mark. I want free of him."

  "Ms. Blake, to be bound thrice to a vampire, and then have that vampire die, can be quite a shock to the system. It could kill you."

  "I want free of him, Mr. Oliver."

  "Even if you die?" he said.

  "Even if I die."

  "I would have liked to have met you under different circumstances, Anita Blake. You are a remarkable person."

  "No, I've just seen too much. I won't let him have me."

  "I will not fail you, Ms. Blake. I will see him dead."

  "If I didn't believe that, I wouldn't have told you."

  "I appreciate your confidence."

  "One other thing you should know. The lamia tried to betray you today. She's in league with another master named Alejandro."

  "Really?" His voice sounded amused. "What did he offer her?"

  "Her freedom."

  "Yes, that would tempt Melanie. I keep her on such a short rein."

  "She's been trying to breed. Did you know that?"

  "What do you mean?" I told him about the men, especially the last one that had been nearly changed. He was quiet for a moment. "I have been most inattentive. I will deal with Melanie and Alejandro."

  "Fine. I'd appreciate a call tomorrow to let me know how things went."

  "To be sure he's dead," Oliver said.

  "Yes," I said.

  "You'll get a call from Karl or myself. But first, where can we find Jean-Claude?"

  "The Circus of the Damned."

  "How appropriate."

  "That's all I can tell you."

  "Thank you, Ms. Blake, and Happy Halloween."

  I had to laugh. "It's going to be a hell of a night."

  He chuckled softly. "Indeed. Good-bye, Ms. Blake."

  The phone went dead in my hand. I stared at the phone. I'd had to do it. Had to. So why did my stomach feel tight? Why did I have the urge to call Jean-Claude and warn him? Was it the marks, or was Richard right? Did I love Jean-Claude in some strange, twisted way? God help me, I hoped not.

  45

  It was full dark on All Hallows Eve. Larry and I had made two appointments. He'd raised one, and I'd raised the other. He had one more to go, and I had three. A nice normal night.

  What Larry was wearing was not normal. Bert had encouraged us to wear something fitting for the holiday. I'd chosen the sweater. Larry had chosen a costume. He was wearing blue denim overalls, a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a straw hat, and work boots. When asked, he'd said, "I'm Huck Finn. Don't I fit the part?"

  With his red hair and freckles, he did fit the part. There was blood on the shirt now, but it was Halloween. There were a lot of people out with fake blood on them. We fitted right in tonight.

  My beeper went off. I checked the number, and it was Dolph. Damn.

  "Who is it?" Larry asked.

  "The police. We've got to find a phone."

  He glanced at the dashboard clock. "We're ahead of schedule. How about the McDonald's just off the highway?"

  "Great." I prayed that it wasn't another murder. I needed a nice normal night. At the back of my head like a bit of remembered song, two sentences kept pl
aying: "Jean-Claude is going to die tonight. You set him up."

  It seemed wrong to kill him from a safe distance. To not look him in the eyes and pull the trigger myself, to not give him a chance to kill me first. Fair play and all that. Fuck fair play; it was him or me. Wasn't it?

  Larry parked in the McDonald's lot. "I'm gonna get a Coke while you call in. You want something?"

  I shook my head.

  "You all right?"

  "Sure. I'm just hoping it's not another murder."

  "Jesus, I hadn't thought of that."

  We got out of the car. Larry went into the dining room. I stayed in the little entrance area with the pay phone.

  Dolph picked up on the third ring. "Sergeant Storr."

  "It's Anita. What's up?"

  "We finally broke the paralegal that was feeding information to the vampires."

  "Great; I thought it might be another murder."

  "Not tonight; the vamp's got more important business."

  "What's that supposed to mean?"

  "He's planning on getting every vampire in the city to slaughter humans for Halloween."

  "He can't. Only the Master of the City could do that, and then only if he was incredibly powerful."

  "That's what I thought. Could be the vampire's crazy."

  I had a thought, an awful thought. "You got a description of the vampire?"

  "Vampires," he said.

  "Read it to me."

  I heard paper rustling, then: "Short, dark, very polite. Saw one other vampire twice with the boss vamp. He was medium height, Indian or Mexican, longish black hair."

  I clutched the phone so tight my hand trembled. "Did the vampire say why he was going to slaughter humans?"

  "Wanted to discredit legalized vampirism. Now isn't that a weird motive for a vampire?"

  "Yeah," I said. "Dolph, this could happen."

  "What are you saying?"

  "If this master vampire could kill the Master of the City and take over before dawn, he might pull it off."

  "What can we do?"

  I hesitated, almost telling him to protect Jean-Claude, but it wasn't a matter for the police. They had to worry about laws and police brutality. There was no way to take something like Oliver alive. Whatever was going to happen tonight had to be permanent.

  "Talk to me, Anita."

  "I've gotta go, Dolph."

  "You know something; tell me."

  I hung up. I also turned off my beeper. I dialed Circus of the Damned. A pleasant-voiced woman answered, "Circus of the Damned, where all your nightmares come true."

  "I need to speak to Jean-Claude. It's an emergency."

  "He's busy right now. May I take a message?"

  I swallowed hard, tried not to yell. "This is Anita Blake, Jean-Claude's human servant. Tell him to get his ass to the phone now."

  "I . . ."

  "People are going to die if I don't talk to him."

  "Okay, okay." She put me on hold with a butchered version of "High Flying" by Tom Petty.

  Larry came out with his Coke. "What's up?"

  I shook my head. I fought the urge to jump up and down, but that wouldn't get Jean-Claude to the phone any sooner. I stood very still, hugging one arm across my stomach. What had I done? Please don't let it be too late.

  "Ma petite?"

  "Thank God."

  "What has happened?"

  "Just listen. There's a master vampire on his way to the Circus. I gave him your name and your resting place. His name is Mr. Oliver and he's older than anything. He's older than Alejandro. In fact, I think he's Alejandro's master. It's all been a plan to get me to betray the city to him, and I fell for it."

  He was quiet so long that I asked, "Did you hear me?"

  "You really meant to kill me."

  "I told you I would."

  "But now you warn me. Why?"

  "Oliver wants control of the city so he can send all the vampires out to slaughter humans. He wants it back to the old days when vampires were hunted. He said legalized vampirism was spreading too fast. I agree, but I didn't know what he meant to do."

  "So to save your precious humans you will betray Oliver now."

  "It isn't like that. Dammit, Jean-Claude, concentrate on the important thing here. They're on their way. They may be there already. You've got to protect yourself."

  "To keep the humans safe."

  "To keep your vampires safe, too. Do you really want them under Oliver's control?"

  "No. I will take steps, ma petite. We will at least give him a fight." He hung up.

  Larry was staring at me with wide eyes. "What the hell is happening, Anita?"

  "Not now, Larry." I fished Edward's card out of my bag. I didn't have another quarter. "Do you have a quarter?"

  "Sure." He handed it to me without any more questions. Good man.

  I dialed the number. "Please, be there. Please, be there."

  He answered on the seventh ring.

  "Edward, it's Anita."

  "What's happened?"

  "How would you like to take on two master vampires older than Nikolaos?"

  I heard him swallow. "I always have so much fun when you're around. Where should we meet?"

  "The Circus of the Damned. You got an extra shotgun?"

  "Not with me."

  "Shit. Meet me out front ASAP. The shit's going to really hit the fan tonight, Edward."

  "Sounds like a great way to spend Halloween."

  "See you there."

  "Bye, and thanks for inviting me." He meant it. Edward had started out as a normal assassin, but humans had been too easy, so he went for vamps and shapeshifters. He hadn't met anything he couldn't kill, and what was life without a little challenge?

  I looked at Larry. "I need to borrow your car."

  "You're not going anywhere without me. I've heard just your side of the conversations, and I'm not getting left out."

  I started to argue, but there wasn't time. "Okay, let's do it."

  He grinned. He was pleased. He didn't know what was going to happen tonight, what we were up against. I did. And I wasn't happy at all.

  46

  I stood just inside the door of the Circus staring at the wave of costumes and glittering humanity. I'd never seen the place so crowded. Edward stood beside me in a long black cloak with a death's-head mask. Death dressed up as death; funny, huh? He also had a flamethrower strapped to his back, an Uzi pistol, and heaven knew how many other weapons secreted about his person. Larry looked pale but determined. He had my derringer in his pocket. He knew nothing about guns. The derringer was an emergency measure only, but he wouldn't stay in the car. Next week, if we were still alive, I'd take him out to the shooting range.

  A woman in a bird costume passed us in a scent of feathers and perfume. I had to look twice to make sure that it was just a costume. Tonight was the night when all shapeshifters could be out and people would just say, "Neat costume."

  It was Halloween night at the Circus of the Damned. Anything was possible.

  A slender black woman stepped up to us wearing nothing but a bikini and an elaborate mask. She had to step close to me to be heard over the murmur of the crowd. "Jean-Claude sent me to bring you."

  "Who are you?"

  "Rashida."

  I shook my head. "Rashida had her arm torn off two days ago." I stared at the perfect flesh of her arm. "You can't be her."

  She raised her mask so I could see her face, then smiled. "We heal fast."

  I had known lycanthropes healed fast, but not that fast, not that much damage. Live and learn.

  We followed her swaying hips into the crowd. I grabbed hold of Larry's hand with my left hand. "Stay right with me tonight."

  He nodded. I threaded through the crowd holding his hand like a child or a lover. I couldn't stand the thought of him getting hurt. No, that wasn't true. I couldn't stand the thought of him getting killed. Death was the big boogeyman tonight.

  Edward followed at our heels. Silent as his namesake, tru
sting that he'd get to kill something soon.

  Rashida led us towards the big, striped circus tent. Back to Jean-Claude's office, I supposed. A man in a straw hat and striped coat said, "Sorry, the show's sold out."

  "It's me, Perry. These are the ones the Master's been waiting for." She hiked her thumb in our direction.

  The man drew aside the tent flap and motioned us through. There was a line of sweat on his upper lip. It was warm, but I had the feeling it wasn't that kind of sweat. What was happening inside the tent? It couldn't be too bad if they were letting the crowd in to watch. Could it?

  The lights were bright and hot. I started to sweat under the sweatshirt, but if I took it off, people would stare at my gun. I hated that.

  Circular curtains had been rigged to the ceiling, creating two curtained-off areas in the large circus ring. Spotlights surrounded the two hidden areas. The curtains were like prisms. With every step we took, the colors changed and flowed over the cloth. I wasn't sure if it was the cloth or some trick of the lights. Whatever, it was a nifty effect.

  Rashida stopped just short of the rail that kept the crowd back. "Jean-Claude wanted everybody to be in costume, but we're out of time." She pulled at my sweater. "Lose the jacket and it'll have to do."

  I pulled my sweater out of her hand. "What are you talking about, costumes?"

  "You're holding up the show. Drop the jacket and come on." She did a long, lazy leap over the railing and strode barefoot and beautiful across the white floor. She looked back at us, motioning for us to follow.

  I stayed where I was. I wasn't going anywhere until somebody explained things. Larry and Edward waited with me. The audience near us was staring intently, waiting for us to do something interesting.

  We stood there.

  Rashida disappeared into one of the curtained circles. "Anita."

  I turned, but Larry was staring at the ring. "Did you say something?"

  He shook his head.

  "Anita?"

  I glanced at Edward, but it hadn't been his voice. I whispered, "Jean-Claude?"

  "Yes, ma petite, it is I."

  "Where are you?"

  "Behind the curtain where Rashida went."

  I shook my head. His voice had resonance, a slight echo, but otherwise it was as normal as his voice ever got. I could probably talk to him without moving my lips, but if so, I didn't want to know. I whispered, "What's going on?"