by Rachel Caine
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There was nothing Claire could do. Nothing but watch, con- cealed by Myrnin’s body, as Michael was hauled away. But she had only one thought, one burning and utterly clear thought: We’re going to take you down. Not just because what he was doing was wrong, but because he’d just made it personal. She might be wrong in helping the vampires over the humans; she might be wrong in thinking that Fallon had no right to shove his cure down their throats. But that didn’t matter now.
This was about her friends.
Fallon was talking to the cop standing next to him. With a shock, Claire recognized the straight carriage, the blond hair. Of- ficer Halling. “Valerie, pick twenty of them for the cure, please, and make sure Michael is among them. Have them shipped di- rectly to the hospital and tell Dr. Anderson to start the treatment immediately. ”
“Yes, sir. ”
“One more thing,” Fallon said. “We’ll have to move up our timetable, since Amelie’s evaded us. I can’t take the risk that she’ll be able to form some kind of resistance. Find the hungriest, most amoral sons of bitches in this building, pick ten, and let them loose tonight. ”
Even Halling seemed disturbed by that order. “Let them . . .
loose? You mean free? We’re not supposed to shock them, or—”
“I want you to disable their collars before you let them out to hunt. ”
“Sir, I don’t mean disrespect, but why—”
“Morganville’s forgotten its fear of the dark,” he said. “They need a reminder just why vampires need to be cured, or put down.
Too many in town have started questioning me, complaining about the imprisonment of the vampires. We need to demonstrate there’s only one proper way to handle such wretched creatures: our way. ”
Halling didn’t look happy, but she nodded and stepped back.
She made sure Michael was securely bound and had him dragged out, and then she began counting off, pointing at bodies until she’d reached twenty. “Right, take those to the hospital,” she said.
“These lucky bastards are getting the cure. They might be moving into their own homes in Morganville tomorrow, safe and sound. ”
But Claire knew— maybe they all knew— that the odds of that were pretty slim. Four to one.
The chosen twenty— including Michael— were dragged still twitching from the room. Claire held her breath and stayed very still as one of them walked near her; Myrnin’s weight felt like bricks on top of her, and the pain in her arm was growing sharper and sharper with every second. She shut her eyes, concentrating on not reacting or moving, and the guard nudged Myrnin with his foot. His body rolled off of Claire and thumped limply to the tile floor.
“What the hell is up with this one?” the guard asked. “He’s wearing some kind of women’s bathrobe. ”
Fallon glanced over, and then focused in on Myrnin. He took several steps toward them. “I’d been wondering where the old spi- der had been hiding. Careful— he’s dangerous even when he’s sane, and from the looks of him, this isn’t his best period of mental health. ” The cop backed away, and Fallon closed in and leaned down. He smoothed dark hair away from Myrnin’s face. “Can you hear me, Spider?”
“Yes,” Myrnin whispered. “I hear you. ”
“I’m not doing this for you,” Fallon said. “Despite what you did to me, killing me, dragging me through hell to make me a blood- drinking demon. I’m not doing this to hurt you, Myrnin.
I’m doing it to help. ” Maybe he believed it, but Claire could see his face through the gap, and what she saw in him was cruel. It was angry. And it was personal. “I’m saving you for last, dear blood- father.
I’m going to make you the last living vampire in all the world, be- fore I unmake you. ”
“I saved you,” Myrnin said. “You know I did. You were dying. ”
“I was in God’s arms, and you ripped me out of heaven. Did you think I’d ever forget? Or forgive?” Fallon pushed Myrnin, and next to him, Jesse tried to stir. He grabbed her red braid and forced her head up at a painful angle. “Who’s this? A friend of yours?”
“Leave her,” Myrnin said, and clumsily slapped toward Fallon.
He fell short. “Please—”
“This one,” Fallon said, and dragged Jesse out onto the tile.
“Take her for the cure. ”
“No!” It was just a whisper from Myrnin, but it was full of an- guish and horror, and Claire tried to think what she could do to stop it. Maybe she’ll make it, Claire thought. Maybe Jesse could be— What?
Saved? Jesse liked who she was. She was a good person. She used her strength to help others.
She didn’t need saving.
I have to do something.
She didn’t get the chance, because Oliver lurched to his feet and said raggedly, “Take me. ”
Fallon turned slowly to look at him. “Excuse me?”
“I. Volunteer. To take. Your cure. ” Oliver said it with preci- sion, biting the words off in clean, sharp, cutting edges. “You need a volunteer. A symbol. Who better than me?”
“It’s not like you, Oliver, all this self- sacrifice,” Fallon said, but he shrugged. “You’d be useful, if you survive. You likely won’t, you know. ”
“Then you’ll have your way, and I won’t have to look upon you again. We both win. ”
Fallon gestured, and the cops handcuffed him and took him away. Claire found herself wondering how they deactivated the collars. They must have, since they didn’t remove it before remov- ing him . . . but she also knew that problem was just a way for her brain to throw up an emotional shield to keep her panic at bay.
They were taking Michael, and Eve, and Oliver, and she couldn’t do anything to stop it. The enormity of it crashed in on her then, and panic pressed down. Her lungs were burning, and she risked taking in a single, quick, trembling breath.
Fallon saw the movement.
His eyes widened, and he gestured at one of his black- jacketed Daylighter guards, who crossed the atrium, bent, and grabbed her by the arm.
Claire was ready.
She came straight up, launching herself at him with all the fury that had been building up inside her since she saw how Fallon treated Eve and Michael, and the top of her skull collided so hard with his nose that she saw stars. He let go of her and reeled back, and she charged forward, suddenly and icily calm, sliding into that empty space Shane had taught her to occupy when her life was on the line. She went low, dodging the man’s wild one- fisted swing as he held his gushing nose with the other hand, and whirled like a dancer to come up inside his defense and smash another elbow right into the damage she’d already done. He screamed— a high- pitched scream that sounded as much surprised as pained— and went down hard on his back. He writhed to get to what looked like some kind of Taser, but Claire got to it first, yanked it free, and found the switch to turn it on. She shocked him, and left him bleeding and shaking on the floor as she went after Fallon.
He was holding a gun. Claire skidded to a halt, eyes widening, and took her finger off the trigger for the Taser. The menacing, comforting crackling sound stopped.
“Put that down,” Fallon said. He sounded calm, and gently amused. “You Glass House children are vicious when roused, aren’t you? And for what, defense of vampires? Little girl, you re- ally don’t have the slightest idea what you’re protecting, do you? What they are? What they do?”
“I know what you are,” she said. “I’ve seen what you do. That’s enough. ”
“When you fight your enemies, you must become them, or be- come worse. It’s how wars are won, little girl, though I wouldn’t expect you to understand that at your age. ” He’d seemed so careful and correct before, but now all she could see was the arrogance un- derneath all that— the pure, nauseating fanaticism. “You can’t fight evil with peace and love. ”
“I thought you were a religious man,” she shot back. “I’m prett
y sure that’s exactly what Jesus said to do. ”
“Jesus was crucified, and I don’t intend to suffer the same. ” He gestured with the gun. “I won’t warn you again. Drop that toy. ”
“Or what? You’ll shoot me? I thought you were all about pro- tecting humans. ”
“You’re only technically human if you collaborate with the enemy. ”
She found she was smiling. No idea why, really; it wasn’t a mo- ment for smiling, but then again, it wasn’t happiness driving the expression on her face. It probably wasn’t a very nice look for her.
“And thus begins the war,” she said softly. She understood now what Jesse had meant by that. “You’re willing to kill innocent peo- ple to save them. Sounds like a real crusade now, doesn’t it?”
“Quiet,” he said. He sounded gratifyingly angry. “Down on your knees. Do it. Hands behind your head. ”
She did it, because she didn’t see how getting herself killed would make anything better, but she kept smiling because it seemed to upset him.
She kept smiling even as they grabbed her wrists and hand- cuffed her— for the second time in a day— and dragged her to her feet.
“You’re going to lose,” she told him.
“Take her out of here,” he said, and this time he forced a smile, too. It didn’t look convincing. “For her own protection, of course. ”
“Take her where?” She could barely understand the guard’s voice; he sounded angry and muffled and bloody, and his nose was probably hurting him badly. She almost felt a bolt of guilt for it.
Almost.
“The same place you took her friend,” Fallon said. “Tell Dr.
Anderson this one needs reeducation, too. And Claire? I’m going to raze your Founder House to the ground. You’ll have no place to go back to. Call it a brand- new start. ”
He was going to do it anyway, Claire told herself, just to keep herself from lunging right at him. It doesn’t mat er. We’ll find a way to stop him.
