“What can he do about it?” I asked. I didn’t care so much about myself—I knew I’d be okay in the long run. But I wanted to do everything I could to help Malcolm.
“I’ve already started the first step,” Tony said, “and that’s getting him to talk about it.”
“You’ve talked to him today?” I asked.
“For quite a long time, actually. He’s asleep again, though; talking about it pretty much wore him out. It’s going to take him a little while to recover from the physical trauma, too.”
And here I was thinking that Malcolm had been hiding out in his room all day to avoid me. I just hate those moments when I discover that I’ve been completely self-centered.
“So it would be okay if I asked him about it?” I asked Tony.
“Sure. The more he’s willing to talk about it, the better. And if he’s still got any residual reaction to the trauma a few weeks from now, I can prescribe some antidepressants.”
“Do you think it would make him feel better or worse to be involved in our plans to take out Deirdre and her crew?”
“I have no idea. You’ll have to ask him. But wait until tomorrow, okay? I think he’s had enough today.”
I agreed and Tony changed the subject to my own physical wounds.
“How do they feel?” he asked.
“Painful.”
He changed the bandages and let me get back to planning Deirdre’s annihilation, but not before giving me a small package containing several pills.
“Just in case you have any trouble sleeping,” he said.
I took them from him and placed them on my bedside table, but I didn’t plan to use them for the same reason I’d stopped drinking. I wanted to keep my wits about me at all times.
Chapter 19
“Before we begin,” said Tony, “I’d like to ask your permission to give Nick a report of what you tell me. I won’t give him any information that you might prefer to keep private, but anything that tells us more about how vampires work might prove useful.”
Tony and Malcolm and I were sitting in my room, Tony and Malcolm in chairs we’d brought in from other parts of the shop, me cross-legged on my bed. We were getting ready to “de-brief” Malcolm.
“Okay,” said Malcolm, “but I don’t know how what I can say might help anyone else.”
“We’re planning to go back in,” I said. I watched Malcolm’s face for any reaction—fear, excitement, anger, anything—but I couldn’t read what I saw there. He closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them again.
“You’re going to wipe them out?” he asked.
“Every last one.”
“I want to help.” His voice was quiet but fierce.
I looked at Tony—I didn’t want to agree to anything before I knew what the rest of the group might say.
“We can use all the help we can get,” Tony said. “Just as long as you’re up to it physically by the time we go in. As your doctor, I’m reserving the right to ground you from the mission.”
Malcolm nodded.
“Okay, then. Let’s get started.” Tony pulled out a small notepad and a pen. “Where were you when they first picked you up?”
“On my way home,” Malcolm said. “I’d been at the Jolly Tinker—a bar on Webster Avenue—having a few drinks with some friends. It wasn’t very late, about 10:00 or so. A young woman approached me. She looked young, like a student, maybe a freshman or sophomore. At first, I thought that she was going to ask for directions or something. But she was looking at me like she knew me, so then I thought that maybe she’d been in one of my classes. I kept thinking I would figure out who she was when she spoke. But she never said anything.
“Instead, she grabbed my arm and pulled me into the bushes. She caught me off-guard; she was a lot stronger than I would have expected. I lost my balance and stumbled, and I grabbed her shoulder to catch myself. When I did, she looked me in the eye.”
He paused.
“What happened then?” Tony asked quietly.
“It was like I was still falling. Her eyes were completely black, even the parts that should be white. It made me dizzy. I don’t know what happened for a while after that.” He looked up. “Should I be worried about that?” he asked Tony.
“Not necessarily. It’s not uncommon to block traumatic memories. And there’s a good chance that it was something she did to you that made you black out.”
“The next thing I knew, I was chained to that wall.”
I could see sweat beads pop out on Malcolm’s forehead as he got to this part of the story.
Apparently Tony saw them, too, because he switched gears, giving Malcolm a chance to back off the topic for a little bit.
“What night was it that you went out drinking?”
“Friday.”
Two nights after I’d sent him away from my apartment in order to keep him safe. I wondered if Greg had been stalking him that whole time, or if he had found Malcolm right before having him kidnapped.
That meant that the vampires had him chained to that wall for four days before they used him to lure me in. Dear God.
“So what did you see when you woke up?”
“There were three people in the room with me—two women and one man. I figured out later that one of the women was in charge. Deirdre. The other two...”
His voice faltered out.
“What did the other two do, Malcolm?” Tony asked gently.
“They practiced on me. Deirdre would show them how they were supposed to take blood, and then they took turns on me.”
“What was that like?” Tony asked.
“Horrible. Wonderful. Heaven and hell all mixed up.” He paused, looking as if he were casting about for a way to describe the indescribable.
“Deirdre’s bite is sexual, but that’s not all.” I searched for the right words. “It’s like the best sex and the worst pain you’ve ever felt all at the same time.”
“That’s it exactly,” Malcolm said. “But the other two weren’t like that.” He was talking to me now; when I looked at Tony to make sure this was okay, he nodded.
“I know that in my case,” I said, “the second bite, the one from Greg, didn’t have anything like pleasure in it. Was it like that with the other two for you, Malcolm?”
He shook his head. “No. The other two weren’t as good at it. Their bites hurt a lot—a lot more than Deirdre’s—but they weren’t just pain.”
“Did it bother you that one of the vampires was male?” Tony asked.
“I’m not gay. But...” he paused for a long time, then whispered. “But by the last day, I was begging the guy to do me.”
We were all silent for a moment.
“They broke me,” he said.
“Oh, Malcolm,” I said, “you couldn’t help it. Their bites are addictive.”
Malcolm looked at me sorrowfully. “That’s not what I mean,” he said. “It’s not the bites. That’s not the worst of it.” Again, he was silent for a long time. Tony and I just waited for him to speak.
“The worst of it is,” Malcolm finally said, “the worst part of all of it, was that they were trying to get me to tell them where you lived. And I did. I told them. I think I would have done just about anything they asked me to.” With that, he put his head in his hands and began to cry.
I didn’t wait for Tony’s approval; I moved to sit beside Malcolm and put my arms around him.
“It’s not your fault, Malcolm,” I said. “They would have found out somehow. It’s not your fault.”
“She’s right,” Tony said. “This is just like rape, Malcolm, and that’s never the victim’s fault. There is nothing you could have done differently, no way you could have known what might happen to you. And as for telling them where Elle lived, that’s not your fault either. They were torturing you.”
Malcolm set his jaw and wiped his eyes angrily. “I shouldn’t have told them,” he said.
“That’s not true,” I said. “If anyone’s to blame here, it’s me.
I’m the one who knew what they were, and I didn’t tell you.”
Tony closed his notepad and tucked it back into his pocket. “I think that’s enough for today,” he said. “Why don’t you two join us out in the common room in an hour or so?”
Tony closed the door behind him. I reached over and rubbed my hand up and down Malcolm’s arm.
“You aren’t angry with me?” he asked.
“No. No, no, no, and a million times no,” I said. “I meant it; they would have found me eventually, with or without you. This is not your fault,” I said, emphasizing each of the last three words.
Malcolm exhaled heavily as if he’d been holding his breath while he waited for my answer.
“HAVE YOU EVER CLEARED out an entire den of vampires before?” I asked Nick. He and I were standing outside his office.
“We’ve taken out dens before, but never one as big as this one,” Nick said. “If I’m interpreting what you saw correctly, then my guess is that we’ll be taking out most of the major vampires on Long Island.”
“Does that worry you at all?” I asked.
“Only inasmuch as it might piss off the other vamps in the city.”
“What are we going to do if it sets the rest of them against us?”
“I don’t know yet. I need to talk to Alec Pearson about that.”
“Have you told him about Greg yet?” I asked.
“Yes. I don’t know how much he believes me. I think he wants to continue to trust Greg.”
“That’s really stupid,” I said.
“I agree. I’ll give Alec a call right now, in fact. Why don’t you go wait for me in the common room? I’ll be there in a minute.”
He moved into his office and shut the door, but a few moments later I heard his raised voice through the wall. “Then you can damn well clear your appointments. This is your show, Alec, and what happened to that girl is your responsibility.”
His voice fell again to a murmur behind the door. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear any more, anyway, so I left him to his discussions with his former guardian and made my way back into the common room to snuggle into the sofa not far from Malcolm, who was flipping through the latest issue of Time.
When Nick joined us a few minutes later, he said, “I’m calling a brainstorming session in here.”
The other guys showed up a few minutes later and we spent the next hour discussing vampires—fleshing out our addiction theory and sharing everything we knew, or thought we knew, about vampires.
“It makes sense, biologically,” Tony said. “If being bitten by a vampire creates an addiction, then vampires and humans can form a sort of symbiotic relationship. The vampire needs blood, the human needs the vampire to take that blood.”
“Do you think it’s a physical addiction?” Nick asked.
“I don’t know yet. I’m running tests on the blood samples I took from Malcolm and Elle. And I’m watching them both for signs of physical withdrawal. I’ll know more in a few days. But really, it doesn’t matter whether it’s physical or psychological. Either form of addiction would have the same result.”
“So why was Malcolm more affected by it than I am?” I asked. “Is it just because he was there longer?”
“I’m sure that’s part of it. Increased exposure could certainly play a role in the development of the addiction. So could individual body chemistry and psychological makeup. Some people might form an instant addiction, whereas others might be more resistant to whatever it is that causes the addiction.”
“What do you think that might be?” asked John.
“Maybe something in the vampire’s saliva? Some chemical that gets into the bloodstream? At any rate, it’s almost certainly some sort of chemical compound that works on the brain.”
“And,” said Dom, “the whole addiction thing might explain why there are so many stories about vampires being able to control their victims.”
“I’m not sure about that,” I said. “There’s something else going on with the whole mind-control thing. The first time I saw Greg after he’d been turned, he just about hypnotized me, and I didn’t do anything but look him in the eyes.”
“So it could be a combination of addiction and mind-control that draws humans to vampires,” said John.
“Great,” I said. “We’ve got a bunch of mind-controlled vampire junkies to get through before we can even start to think about killing Deirdre and her vampire gang. Kiss. Slither. Whatever.”
“You know,” said Malcolm slowly, “I’m really not okay with the idea of killing people whose worst crime was to get caught by vampires. Especially if there’s any hope of curing them. I mean, I could just as easily have ended up being one of them.” It was the first time he’d said anything since the conversation started. He spoke quietly, but his comment had the effect of a loud bomb in our midst.
We all sat staring at him, stunned.
“Jesus,” said Nick, and put his head in his hands. “He’s right. We can’t go into this with guns blazing.”
We all nodded, except for John, who said, “The problem with that is that you can’t trust a junkie not to go back to his drug of choice. Leaving them alive as witnesses means that there’s a good chance that some, if not all, of them will go running off to find other vampires and end up telling some big bad vamp who it was that destroyed Deirdre and her group.”
He was right, too. So what it came down to was that we had to find a way to get past the humans without them ever seeing us.
“But that will entail finding out what their schedule is like and figuring out a way to incapacitate them while we finish off the vamps,” said Tony.
We tossed ideas around for a while, but no one could think of anything viable. Our best chance of getting past them was to drug them; we agreed on that. But the problem of getting into Deirdre’s house in order to slip a mickey to every single human servant seemed insurmountable.
Finally, Malcolm spoke up again. “I have an idea,” he said. And then he explained it to us.
His idea was brilliant in its simplicity. It also scared the hell out of me.
And out of Nick, too. For that matter, we all tried to talk Malcolm out of it.
“I’m the best choice for this,” Malcolm argued for about the tenth time. “Deirdre will have no trouble believing that I have to come back, that I need to be bitten.” He laughed bitterly. “It’s all but true, anyway,” he said.
“That’s why it scares me, Malcolm,” I said. “You don’t know what might happen to you in there.
And we might not be able to come in and rescue you this time. If you go in, you know she’s going to want some sort of proof of why you’re really there. You’ll get bitten immediately.” He shivered, and I couldn’t tell if it was from horror or desire.
“But at least I’ll be inside and can spike the servant’s drinks. Or food, or whatever.”
“What if you get so deep in that you can’t bring yourself to do that? What if we can’t get you back even if we get you out?”
Nick put his hand on my shoulder. “Malcolm’s right, Elle,” he said. “He’s the only one who can do this. He has to go in.”
“Then we at least have to wait until he’s all healed up,” I said.
“The longer we wait, the less believable it becomes that he’d go back at all,” Dom said.
“As his doctor, I am not allowing him to go anywhere until he’s at least a little more stable,” Tony said. I shot him a grateful look.
“Then how will he explain being gone so long?” Nick asked.
“I’ll tell Deirdre that you guys held me prisoner here and that I got away,” Malcolm said.
“She’ll want to know where the shop is,” I said. “And you’ll have to tell her something.” I couldn’t believe I was actually participating in this conversation. I didn’t think he should go back in at all.
“Tell her the truth. We can be cleared out of here long before she could send anyone to check it out,” Nick said. “And with any luck at all,
we’ll get to her hideout before she gets to ours.”
“It might take a few days for Malcolm to get into a position to knock the servants out. How will we know when to move in?” John asked.
“That’s easy,” said Malcolm. “I’ll just walk out the front door and wave at you. The vampires will all be sleeping during the day, right? No problem.”
“But what if you’re locked in and can’t come out?”
Dom answered me. “I can come up with something that will allow him to communicate with us.
Some sort of bug that he can drop at some point. Something that looks innocuous. We’ve got enough time for me to work something out.”
“Why can’t I go in?” I asked.
All of them turned around and stared at me.
“What? I’ve been bitten, too. I could just as easily as Malcolm have an uncontrollable desire to go back to get chewed on. Besides, I wasn’t exposed to it as long as Malcolm was, so it’ll be safer for me.”
They all spoke at once.
“Absolutely not,” said Nick.
“No,” said Tony.
“No way,” said Dom.
“Uh-uh,” said John.
Malcolm just shook his head.
“I am not some innocent little girl who needs to be protected,” I said angrily. “You were all perfectly willing to let me go in and kill vampires with you in the Bronx. What’s changed now?”
“No one said you needed protecting,” said Nick. “And we’re going to take you in with us to kill these vampires, too. But your own argument is exactly the problem. You weren’t exposed to the vamps for as long as Malcolm was. We don’t know enough about the addiction process to know if you had enough exposure to even cause you to become addicted. What we do know is that Malcolm was there longer and is therefore the more believable candidate for going in undercover.”
“And what if we’re wrong altogether? What if a vampire’s bite isn’t addictive at all? We could end up getting Malcolm killed.” My voice shook as I spoke.
“It’s a risk I’m willing to take, Elle,” Malcolm said. “I need to do this.”
I couldn’t think of anything to say to that. I had lost the fight before it had even begun. Malcolm was determined to go back into that nightmare of a mansion.
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