“What? No! I want to come with you!” Rayne protested.
He shook his head. “I need you to keep Hannah safe,” he said. “If anything happens to her—a mortal—it could raise the attention of Slayer, Inc. for real this time. And I do not need to deal with them, on top of everything else.”
Rayne sighed. “Fine,” she said. She flashed me an apologetic look. “Guess it’s back to the Blood Coven for us.” She rose to her feet, giving Jareth a quick kiss on the cheek. “Go save the world, baby,” she teased. “We ladies will just sit back and clutch our pearls.”
Jareth sighed loudly, but kissed the top of her head. Then he headed out of the room, closing the door behind him. Rayne watched him go for a moment, then turned to me, a mischievous grin on her face. I cocked my head in question.
“What?” I started to ask. Then I stopped. “We’re not going to the Blood Coven, are we?” I realized aloud.
“Yeah, not so much,” she said.
“So…then…?”
She slapped me on the back. “Come on,” she said. “Let’s go save your boyfriend.”
22
We left Club Fang. I drove since Rayne had come with Jareth and had no car of her own. Which wouldn’t have been a big deal except that her directions were terrible and she kept flipping through my satellite radio, searching for a particular station that I wasn’t sure, by the end of the trip, even existed. She talked a lot, too. Mostly about her feelings for the characters and storylines in my book. That said, she didn’t expect much of a response from my end. Which was good, seeing as I was so distraught I could barely drive, never mind argue plot points with an obsessive fan.
All I could think of was Logan. Where he was. What he had bargained. If he was okay. If he was still even alive. Well, vampire alive anyway. Would I ever see him again? Would he ever hold me in his arms, stroking my hair? Whispering in my ear. Telling me everything would be okay.
It was funny; I had been alone for so long. And I had never minded the solitude. But now, thinking of a lifetime without Logan seemed interminable torture.
We had to find him. We just had to.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, we pulled up outside a dark, spooky looking mansion in a desolate part of town. I tried not to shiver as I took in the creeping ivy, the dark windowpanes, the crumbling brick. It screamed horror movie waiting to happen and I couldn’t imagine what we’d find inside.
“Is this where the bad vampires live?” I asked. It definitely seemed appropriate.
But Rayne shook her head. “Nope!” she replied with a laugh. “This is Slayer, Inc.’s HQ. I wanted to grab some supplies before we bust into the vampire’s den. Also,” she added, giving my dress a pointed look. “You need to change. That dress may be amazeballs, but it’s not exactly ‘save the day’ attire.”
“Right,” I said, feeling a little disappointed. Not that I minded changing—she was totally right about the outfit being impractical. But I wanted to get this show on the road. After all, who knew what they were doing to Logan in the meantime. He could be suffering. His life could be in danger. While I was distracted by a costume change.
If only I had the ability to do the Superman in a phone booth trick. Though, of course, I wasn’t sure there were any phone booths left in the world these days to do it in.
And so I followed Rayne out of the car and into the creepy mansion. Which didn’t get any less creepy once we were inside. The place was dark and there didn’t seem to be anyone there. Rayne explained it wasn’t really the kind of place people lived—more of an office—and at the moment everyone was either off for the night or out on assignment.
We headed for a small office at the far end of the hall. When we got to the door, Rayne reached into her purse and pulled out what appeared to be a lock pick rather than a key. I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you worked here,” I said.
She shrugged. “I do. Well, I mean, I did. I guess I’m sort of a consultant nowadays. Since I’m so busy helping Jareth run the Blood Coven and all.”
“A consultant without a key?” I queried.
“Dude, do you want to save your boyfriend or not?” she demanded, straightening back up. I sighed.
“He’s not really my boyfriend,” I started. She gave me a glare. I held up my hands. “Yes, I want to save him,” I corrected.
She nodded and went back to her work. A moment later the door sprang open, revealing a small, nondescript office. Well, except for the far wall—which was basically an armory of fancy weapons I’d previously only seen on TV. From shining axes to weird polearms to crazy crossbows straight out of The Walking Dead. There were even a few guns—some of them semi-automatic.
I gave a low whistle. “And here I thought you guys just used wooden stakes,” I remarked, walking over to the wall.
“Yeah, well, that’s sort of the old school way,” Rayne admitted. “And honestly, it’s still the best. These toys are fun to use, but they complicate things. And they don’t fit well in handbags.” She walked over to the wall and pulled down a wooden stake I hadn’t noticed at first glance. She held it out to me.
I stared down at it, nerves creeping through me. “Oh,” I said. “I don’t know if I could stake someone…”
“No? Well, we could always go back to the Blood Coven and wait for the boys to save the day,” Rayne said in a syrupy sweet voice. “If that’s what you prefer?”
I sighed and took the stake. “Fine.”
“Actually, I think thank you was the word you were looking for,” she grumbled as she grabbed a few weapons for herself, including that crossbow and another stake. Then she walked over to a wardrobe on the right side wall and pulled it open, rummaging through the rack of clothes inside until she found a long-sleeve black t-shirt and jeans that looked around my size. I took them from her, feeling relived she wasn’t going to make me go full-on goth for this mission.
I had just finished changing when we heard the noise. Rayne froze, giving me a worried look.
“Shit,” I heard her mutter under her breath. “Busted.”
“Busted?” I repeated. “But I thought--”
She put her hand over my mouth. Then, in one fluid motion, she shoved me into the wardrobe. I tried to protest, but she gave me a warning look, then shut the door behind me. A moment later I heard someone step into the room.
“Rayne!” the man’s voice said, sounding disapproving. “What the hell are you doing here this late?” He paused, then added, “And in Spider’s office, I might add.”
“Aww, T-Dogg! It’s so good to see you again, too!”
“I told you. Do not call me T-Dogg. Also, I just saw you last night. Why are you here again?”
“Sorry Mr. Teifert. And yeah, it’s so strange right? I just can’t seem to get enough of this place. In fact, I’ve been thinking of going back to slaying full time.”
“You know the board would never allow you back. Not after last time.”
“Oh my God, it was one little house fire! And so not even my fault!”
“House fire? You nearly burned down half the town!”
“Hey! It’s not my fault you didn’t train me on that cool fire stick thing. I mean Spider got one her first day on the job! And I was stuck with a stupid stake.”
“Rayne, you’re changing the subject. Why are you here?”
I bit my lower lip, praying she had an answer. One that would satisfy this Teifert guy—whoever he was. The closet was cramped and it didn’t have very good airflow. I wasn’t sure how long I’d last in here. Not to mention we were wasting precious time. Logan was out there, somewhere. Probably being tortured. We had to get a move on and soon.
My heart thudded in my chest as I thought of Logan. Would we reach him in time? Would he be okay? Would he be angry that I had come to rescue him when clearly he had done everything in his power to keep me out of this? To keep me safe?
I shook my head. No. He didn’t get to make that decision. After all, Jonathan tried to pull that shit with Maisie al
l the time. That big, bad hero stuff where the guy went all sacrificy on himself to save the girl. But in my books, that never worked out. The girl always saved herself. And, often the guy, too. That was one of the things my fans loved about the books. What I loved about Maisie.
And tonight, I was Maisie. Maybe no longer in her fancy dress, but I was her. And I was going to save Logan. No matter what risk I had to take for myself.
I turned back to the conversation happening outside the wardrobe. Rayne didn’t sound like she was doing too well talking her way out of this. And the guy was getting angrier and angrier by the moment.
And, to make matters worse, I was about to sneeze.
I tried to hold it in. I breathed hard through my mouth, pinched my nose with two fingers. But the fibers of one of the coats had entered my nasal passages and the tickling was too severe. A moment later I sneezed. Hard, loud.
“What was that?” Teifert demanded. “You have someone in the closet?”
“Oh for God’s sake!” Rayne swore.
The wardrobe door jerked open. An older man stood on the other side, with wild salt and pepper hair and dark eyes. He stared at me, confused for a moment. Then his eyes widened in recognition.
He turned to Rayne. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” he said. “I knew you were a fan! But this--”
“It’s not what it looks like!” Rayne blurted out.
“You didn’t lock your favorite author in a closet?”
“Well, yeah. I mean, that part. But she came willingly. I swear. She was just…changing clothes when you walked in. And she didn’t want you to see her naked.”
Teifert glanced at me. I gave him a helpless shrug. “Nice to meet you?” I tried.
He grunted. Rayne gave him a big smile. He raked a hand through his already messed up hair.
“I am too old for this shit,” he muttered. Then he turned to Rayne. “The next time I catch you in here, I will bring it up with the board. This is not your office anymore. It belongs to Spider. You have to start respecting that.”
Rayne sighed. “Yes, Mr. Teifert,” she said. “I was just excited to show my new friend all the cool slayer toys. She’s researching, you know? For her next book?”
“Sure,” Teifert said. Then he turned to me. “Well, enjoy the rest of your tour.” He paused, then added. “And, hey, if you ever need inspiration for a dashing vampire slayer character, well…” He winked. “I’d be happy to--”
“Yeah, yeah. You’ll totally be in her next book. And she won’t even kill you off. But we’ve got to go.” Rayne grabbed me by the arm and started yanking me toward the door. “By Teif. See you soon!”
And with that, we dashed out of the Slayer Inc. mansion, back to my car. When we got inside, Rayne leaned back in the passenger seat in relief.
“I thought we were totally busted!” she cried.
“Me too.” I glanced back at the manor. “Though I left my dress in there.”
“I’ll get it later,” she assured me. “You won’t need it where we’re going.”
“And where are we going?” I questioned, realizing I still had no idea where these big, bad vampires made their home.
Rayne grinned. “Get the motor running and you’ll see.”
23
I had expected the evil vampires we were tracking down to have an evil mansion somewhere. Maybe even a spooky one like Slayer, Inc. had. Or perhaps, I had thought, they lived underground in some kind of creepy crypt or catacombs like the French vampires had in that Interview with a Vampire book.
So imagine my surprise when, as the sun rose over the horizon, Rayne directed me to the gates of a swanky golf course resort instead.
“This is where the evil vampires live?” I asked skeptically.
“I know right?” Rayne rolled her eyes. “They go on and on about wanting to go back to the “old ways” and yet, when it comes right down to it, they don’t want to give up all their newfound luxuries. I mean, a true old school vampire would live in a dark, dank, leaky hole somewhere. But not these guys. They want to take over the world—without missing their tee time.” She snorted. “Pathetic, if you ask me.”
I nodded slowly, not sure what to say. I mean, it did seem a tad inauthentic, but at the same time, I was kind of relieved. After all, I wasn’t sure my nerves could take one of those dark, dank holes.
“So how are we going to break in?”
“Well, that’s the best part. It’s morning. See the sun is rising? So they’re all about to go down underground and sleep. And the golf course will open up to mortals.”
“It will?” Now that was shocking.
“Yup! Crazy, right. But vamps need money, too. And without the Consortium’s backing, these guys are strapped for cash. So they’re forced to find ways to make an income while they try to take over the world.”
“By letting humans in.”
“Only the richest ones. It’s all very exclusive. And everything shuts down promptly at six pm. So the workers can clean it before the vampires wake up.”
“Wait a second,” I said, something suddenly occurring to me. “You’re a vampire, right?”
“Uh, yeah.”
“So how are you out in the sun?”
“Oh. Right. Well, I’m sort of a mutant. It’s a long story. Jareth, too. We can both go out in the sun. Which is a pretty amazing vampire superpower if you ask me.”
I silently agreed. Maybe I wouldn’t mind being a vampire so much if it wasn’t for the sleep all day, party all night thing. I had always been more of a morning person.
“Anyway,” Rayne said, back on topic. “I figured we could pose as caterers. No way are they going to believe we are members. We can slip in through the back door and grab aprons in the kitchen.”
“And then we search for Logan?”
She nodded. “My guess is he’s in some kind of underground area. A basement of some sort. Probably all the vampires are. Look for a door with a big lock. Or maybe an armed guard or two.”
I raised an eyebrow. “How are we going to get past an armed guard?”
“Don’t worry. I have my methods,” Rayne replied. “Now come on. Let’s go!”
We walked around the back of the golf club, sure enough finding a service door by the dumpster. We walked in and made our way to the kitchen, grabbing aprons off a hook by the door. A few employees gave us curious looks, but said nothing. I was guessing this place had high turnover with the staff; they probably just assumed we were new.
Finding the secret door, however, proved a lot trickier. The place was huge, with long hallways and a gazillion rooms. And let’s just say they didn’t exactly advertise their vampire subbasement as one of the amenities.
After about a half hour of searching, Rayne turned to me. “I think we need to split up,” she said. “Text me if you find the door and I’ll do the same.”
I nodded, trying to ignore the creepy feeling in my stomach as I watched her walk away. After all, she had all the weapons, all the experience. What would I do if they caught me?
I shook my head, trying to clear it. There was no use thinking of worst case scenarios. And if Logan was here, well, he needed our help. He had sacrificed himself to save me. I wasn’t going to let that be in vain no matter how freaked out I was.
I walked into the next room. A beautiful library with mahogany furniture and built-in bookshelves rising to the ceiling, stuffed with leather-bound tomes. It was the kind of library I always wanted in my home—complete with the little ladder to reach the high shelves. Of course the room was larger than my entire apartment. So that might not work.
Forgetting my mission for a moment, I walked over to the shelves. I pulled out a book at random, pulling it to my nose and breathing in its warm scent. There was just something about the rich smell of old pages that made me calm.
“Hannah? Hannah Miller?”
I whirled around, horrified at the sound of my name. My heart leapt to my throat as a woman rose from one of the armchairs. I hadn’t realized
anyone was here. And I certainly hadn’t realized the president of RAINN, Malory Murphy, was.
For a split second I wondered if I could run out of the room. Maybe she’d think she made a mistake. But no, she was standing between me and the door, a puzzled look on her face. There was no getting out of this.
“Hey!” I cried. “It’s so good to see you!”
“It’s great to see you, too,” she said. Then her brow wrinkled. “Are you…working here?”
“Oh!” I glanced down at my apron, barking out an uneasy laugh. She had to know I made millions with my books. Why would I be here, moonlighting as a caterer? “It’s…well, it’s a long story.”
“I always love your stories,” she replied with a smile, relaxing a bit. “How’s the new book going anyway?”
I bit my lower lip, my mind racing. “Well, that’s an interesting question,” I said, suddenly getting an idea. “And exactly why I’m here.”
“That sounds mysterious!”
“You ever hear of method acting?” I asked. When she nodded, I went on. “I’m, like, method writing. The plot of my new book involves an exclusive golf club that’s actually a front for an evil vampire coven.”
She burst out laughing. “I love it!” she cried. Then she leaned forward conspiratorially. “Most of these guys are quite the bloodsuckers anyway,” she said. “Might as well make it literally.”
“Actually the true vampires live under the golf club,” I explained. “They just rent it out to rich people during the day.” I beamed, getting into the swing of things. After all, writers are good liars. That’s basically what we do for a living.
Though in this case I was pretty much telling the truth.
She shook her head in amazement. “You are so creative,” she said. “I wish I had a mind like yours.” She paused, then added, “And it’s great to see you getting out, too. I worry about you, you know.” She paused, giving me a meaningful look.
I nodded slowly; Malory was one of the only people still in my life who knew what had happened to me that night with Jake. When everyone at school had turned their backs on me, I’d called the RAINN hotline feeling like I had nowhere else to turn. I’d talked to one of their counselors. They’d hooked me up with a local sexual assault survivors group, where Malory worked part-time. Without her I might have never moved forward with my life. My books.