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In the office, the scent of blood and meat was so strong my stomach knotted. Contrary to books and movies, humans can’t smell fresh blood, only old and decomposing blood, but Beast can. She gathered herself and growled, low in my throat. Troll sprawled on the leather love seat, blood clotted on his throat and T-shirt, his outer shirt ripped open. His skin was grayish blue, his eyes rolled back in his bald head. His chest rose with a shallow breath. Beast settled to her haunches in my mind, waiting to see what I’d do.
“I hurt him,” Katie said, her voice astonished. “I . . . I took too much. ” She looked at me with empty eyes, the eyes of a child who had made a grave mistake and didn’t know how to fix it. I relaxed my fingers, which had formed into fighting claws, and crossed the room, keeping Katie in sight. Kneeling, I checked Troll’s pulse. Thready and weak, way too fast. His skin was cold and ashen, shocky. I inspected his neck. The punctures were neatly constricted closed. At least he wasn’t losing any more blood. I adjusted his head slightly to open his airway, hoping Katie hadn’t broken his neck while feeding, hoping I hadn’t just paralyzed him.
Among the courses I had taken since I graduated from high school had been an emergency medical technician class, but I didn’t have supplies to help him. I traveled too light. “He needs a transfusion,” I said, “and fluids. Call 911. ”
“No. ” Still moving on the edge of vamp speed, she knelt, the motion graceful and wilting, and lay the back of her hand on Troll’s cheek. The gesture looked tender and caring, in stark contrast to her refusing her employee medical attention.
“Why not?” I said, keeping my tone steady.
“They will arrest me. ” She looked at me across Troll’s body, distressed and helpless. Yeah. Right. “I have supplies,” she said. “I know you are capable of inserting an intravenous needle. You studied medicine. Rachael and he share a blood type. She can donate. ”
Katie had clearly studied my Web site well, and had discovered that I was a certified emergency medical technician. I sat back on my heels, though Beast sent me an image of vulnerability, a cat with belly exposed. When I could speak without a challenge, which could stimulate a vamp on edge, I said, “Are you out of your freaking mind?” Okay. Not challenge-less, but better than what I wanted to say. “I’m not gonna start an IV and give somebody blood. If I gave the wrong type I could kill him. Not gonna happen. ” I stood and looked down at Katie, at the desperation in her eyes.
“Do you know what happens to vampires in jail?” she asked. “We are chained in a dark room, without blood, and left to rot. ”
“That’s just an Internet myth. ” At least I hoped it was. Laws for equal rights and legal protection of supernats was not something Congress was eager to push through. Most of their constituents hadn’t exactly laid out the welcome mat to the vamps and witches when they’d been revealed a few decades back. Troll moaned, ashy, his breathing shallow. His carotid pulse fluttered like a dying bird. “Call your doctor,” I bargained, beginning to feel desperate.
“He is too far away. If you will not help with the transfusion,” Katie said, “then at least start intravenous fluids. ” She stood and went to the bar.
I swiveled so my back was never turned to her, and watched as she opened a door on the bar to reveal a well-stocked medical supply cabinet. Well, looky there. How handy, I thought, feeling sarcasm ripple through me. This wasn’t the first time Katie had needed to treat a wound. Who woulda thunk it. I wondered how close to the killing edge Katie was. Lore claimed that vamps who started making blood mistakes late in life sometimes went feral, like the rogue I was hunting. Interesting. In a maybe-deadly kinda way. Beast didn’t like this. And neither did I.
Still keeping Katie away from my back, I checked the expiration dates on the saline and the sterile needles and went to work. I tied on a tourniquet and found a vein, inserted an eighteen-gauge needle. It was a large-bore needle, suitable for giving blood, and had to hurt, but Troll didn’t even flinch. I attached the line of fluids to the Jelco valve and turned on the saline, open all the way. Katie watched as I squeezed the bag to force fluid into Troll’s system faster. “He needs a doctor,” I said, hearing the near snarl in my voice.
“Will you make the call?” she asked, plaintive.
“Why don’t you?”
“I don’t know how,” she said. I looked up in surprise. Katie handed me a cell phone. “I know the correct number is in the phone book inside that but I do not know how to use it. And I do not wish to leave him, to go . . . back and find the number. ”
Back. To her lair, I thought, deciding it must be too far away to make the trip easily. Yet she was here, on site, before the sun set. That gave me pause, though I didn’t let her see me react. I punched a few buttons on the phone and found the address book.
“Ishmael Goldstein,” she said.
I scrolled down, found the name, and punched SEND. The number rang on the other end and I relayed the message to the man who answered. When he questioned who I was, I gave Katie the phone and then had to show her how to hold it to her ear. She confirmed what I had said and I hung up. “You don’t know how to use a cell phone?” I asked.
Katie shrugged elegantly, her eyes on Troll. “Things change so quickly. There was a time when only fashions changed, not how one lived. Now, to live requires constant adaptation. I do not like it. ” She looked at me, and some of the helplessness fell away. Her voice strengthened and her shoulders went back. “I have a telephone. But not like Tom’s. He handles all matters of an electronic nature for me. It is his job. A matter of employment. ”
“So I see. ” I kept my voice neutral. If she heard a trace of snideness in my tone, she chose not to react. “You want to tell me why you went feral on me?”
Katie placed a long-fingered hand on her throat. “When I woke I knew something was wrong, but I couldn’t place it. And then Leo contacted me. ” From my research, I knew Leo was Leonard Pellissier, the head of the vamp council in New Orleans. “He told me that Ming never woke. Her human servant entered her lair. . . . ” Katie stopped to breathe, but vamps didn’t need much air except to talk. That alone would have told me she was upset, even without seeing Troll near death. “She was missing. There was much blood in her crypt. Hers, by the scent. ” She looked at me. “Leo is on the way here. ”
On the heels of her statement, the doorbell rang. I figured with Troll a little under the weather, it fell to me to open the door and provide security. I gave Katie the saline and showed her how to squeeze the bag. With her occupied, I went through Troll’s pockets looking for weapons. I found a specially designed, steel, twelve-inch-long, single-bladed, silver-edged vamp-killer. With a rogue on the loose it made sense for Katie’s bodyguard to carry one. I had a few myself.
Troll had it strapped to his thigh with an opening in his pocket that allowed him to slide a hand in and withdraw the knife. Without getting too friendly, I unstrapped the sheath and strapped it on my own leg. His . 45 I carried, safety off, finger on the trigger, from the office into the foyer. On the way, I opened the closet door where I had previously deposited my weapons and retrieved the stake I had left in the corner. It was always smart to have a stake handy when meeting a vamp on unfamiliar territory. I tucked the stake in my waistband and hoped I didn’t hurt myself with it. It was wicked sharp.
There was no peephole in the door—no weak spot for someone to shoot through—but I spotted a modified high-boy; its hinged top opened to reveal a series of monitor screens, part of the house’s security system. There were a half dozen camera screens—most of them showing unoccupied bedrooms—and one was a small screen displaying the front stoop. Early night had fallen and the door lights had come on, revealing two men, a well-groomed guy wearing a dark suit, and a larger, broad-shouldered bruiser. Leo Pellissier and his right-hand man, blood-servant, and muscle. I held the gun out of sight, pulled the small silver cross from around my neck, took a deep breath, centered my footing,
and opened the door. The muscle, seeing an unfamiliar face and the suddenly glowing cross, drew a knife and attacked.
I sidestepped fast and stuck out a foot. He tripped. Oldest trick in the book.
I was on him before he hit the floor. Riding him down. Troll’s . 45 rammed against his spine at the base of his skull. We hit. Bounced. My heart pounded. Beast growled.
Faster than thought, the vamp’s weight fell on me. His hands encircled my throat. Tangled in my braids. He hissed. Fangs extended with a soft snap. They brushed the side of my neck, a predator’s killing bite.
I rammed back my head. Connected, skull to something softer. Heard an oof of expelled breath. The pressure on my throat lessened. I slapped the cross on the back of the vamp’s hand.
He howled. Fell away. I rolled, pulling the guard with me, until we lay on the floor, the gun at his neck, his body on top of, and protecting, mine. The reek of human sweat and vamp pheromones bathed the air. This one smelled of anise and old paper, maybe papyrus, and ink made of leaves and berries.
“I’ll shoot your blood-servant if you move again,” I said, my voice pitched low and cold. Leo paused, that inhuman, vampy shift from combat to utter stillness that was so startling. “If you listen, I’ll let him live,” I bargained. The stillness went deeper. I felt the servant gather himself and I clawed my hand around his throat, fingernails digging into his windpipe. I shoved the muzzle hard under his ear. “If you resist, I’ll rip out your throat, then behead your master. Pick and choose. ” A shocked silence filled the foyer. Slowly, he went limp. “Wise move.
“Leonard Pellissier. ” I focused on the dark form, silhouetted by the streetlight flooding the open doorway. “I’m Katie’s out-of-town talent,” I said, using the Joe’s phrase. “The tracker and hired gun the council contracted to take out the rogue. I don’t want to kill either of you, but I will if I have to. The blood you smell was not spilled by me. I am not your enemy. ” Well, not right now, but nobody was taking notes. “Back. Off. ”