Black Dawn

by Rachel Caine

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

 

  SHANE

  It hadn't been much of a fight, because it isn't a fight when your enemy just completely ignores you. I'd never seen anything like that . . . . Magnus was hard to see-he kept slipping in and out of shadow, blending into the background-but whenever I caught a glimpse of something, I nailed it with buckshot.

  I might as well have been tossing rose petals at him, for all the good it did.

  I'd tried to cover Claire's retreat, but the fact was, I couldn't stop him from going after her. None of us could. I was still in shock from seeing how fast, how easily he'd killed Miranda; it wasn't as if she was my friend, exactly, but nobody deserved that, and it was a terrible end to what must have been a pretty hellish life.

  I'd tried. I'd jumped onto Michael's chair, swung onto the banister, and then onto the stairs, halfway up. Shotgun ready. I hadn't wanted to die, especially not with the cold, stinging horror of the draug closing over me. But I'd known it would be better than living with knowing I'd let it get Claire.

  I'd fired at Magnus, knowing it wasn't going to do any good, and closed my eyes.

  And then something-not Magnus, not even one of my friends or allies-tossed me like a rag doll off the stairs into a windmilling, uncontrolled fall that ended in a bouncing landing on the sofa.

  Saved my life.

  And that was when I saw her. Miranda. Pale, flickering, translucent. Holding a hushing finger up to her lips, and giving me a sweet, crazy smile.

  The Glass House had a brand-new resident ghost. Too late for me to stop Magnus, who'd already passed us by and gone upstairs; Jason, who'd been about as useful as snowshoes in the whole fight, had run up after him. I rolled off the couch and saw that Michael and Eve were standing together near Myrnin; Michael's arm was around Eve's shoulders, and she was crying a little.

  Myrnin should have looked sick, or horrified, or something, but instead, he just looked . . . smug.

  I wanted to break that grin in pieces, but when I lunged for him, Miranda was in my way again. Granted, she couldn't stop me, but she could chill me to the bone, and she did. No, I heard her say. This has to happen. She didn't sound especially happy about it.

  "Claire will be all right," Myrnin said. He sounded unbearably happy with himself. "We planned this, Oliver and Amelie and I. We needed him here, in her place of strength, and Claire was the only bait tasty enough to lead him to the trap. "

  "Then you don't need her up there!" I said. "She's done her job. I'm going to get her. "

  "No, not yet," he said. He was looking up, as if he could see through the ceiling. We all instinctively looked up. Even Ghost-Miranda's glowing form, which was starting to gradually take on flesh and substance, like a real live girl. Drawing on the power of the house.

  "We have to wait," Miranda said. "It's not done yet. "

  The hell with them. If Jason could go up, I could, too. I headed that way, but Myrnin's room-temperature hand shot out and locked me in place. "Not yet," he said. "You heard the girl. "

  I put my shotgun business end against his chest. "You're going to want to stop touching me now. And I'm getting Claire. You know, the one you're willing to let Magnus eat. "

  "He won't," Miranda said, with that same eerie calm that she'd always had. "Wait. Please. "

  I should have pulled the trigger. Thought about it, real hard. But instead, I looked at Michael, who was always the one with the cooler head, and he said, "She's always right, isn't she?"

  She always was. Damn her.

  When Miranda finally said, "You can go now," Myrnin let go of my wrist, and I took the gun from him and ran for the stairs. I don't even remember pounding up them, just landing at the top, and seeing, in the murky shadows, Claire running toward me.

  Into my arms.

  I dropped the shotgun and hugged her close, but I kept watch down the hall, just in case. There was no sound. I saw a glow of electric light cut off as the hidden door to Amelie's upstairs room slid shut.

  Whatever had just happened, it was over.

  I picked up the gun one-handed, held on to Claire's waist with the other, and walked her downstairs. The others were gone, except for Miranda, who smiled at Claire. Claire, after a shocked second, smiled back. "You're-here. "

  "Yes," Miranda said. "I'm home. Right where I'm supposed to be. Don't be sad. It only hurt a little. " She twirled a little, and vanished in a sparkling haze. I was pretty sure that when Michael had been a ghost, he hadn't been able to vanish at will. Or, for that matter, sparkle.

  She popped back in, just her face hanging in midair. "They're in the parlor. " Poof. Gone.

  "We are really going to have to tell her to stop doing that," I said. "Because it's upsetting. " I turned to Claire. "Are you okay? Really?" I couldn't stop touching her, smoothing my hands over her skin, her hair, her face. She had red marks on her wrists, and a nasty bump on the head. They'd tied her up, and she'd struggled. None of that surprised me, although I was going to take it out of Myrnin's hide.

  "I'm fine," she said, and I sensed that it was half a lie, but considering how much I'd faked it since the water treatment plant, I could cut her some slack for now. "Hannah. She was in the front room . . . "

  I hadn't seen Chief Moses anywhere, but then, I hadn't gone in the parlor. According to Miranda that was where we'd find the others, too, so I led her that way.

  Hannah was the first one I saw. She was lying on the floor with her head in Eve's lap; she was alive, too, but just barely. She'd lost a lot of blood from a gash on her leg, and Michael was twisting a belt tourniquet around her thigh to slow the flow. He looked relieved to see us. "Hold this," he said. "How are you at field sutures?"

  "Lot of practice," I said. Michael handed me a sewing kit-probably Eve's, since it was in black patent leather with a death's head sticker on the back-and went to wash his hands, or lick them clean, whichever. I tried not to think about it. I took his place at Hannah's side. "Is she awake?"

  Hannah's eyes slowly opened, and she gave me a hard-edged smile. "Still here," she said. "Lost more plasma than this in the last blood drive. "

  "I think you've got a sliced vein," I said. "I don't know if I can fix it. Either way, it won't be pretty. "

  "Do your worst, kid. " She shut her eyes again. "Scars are the least of my problems. "

  I gritted my teeth and pulled the wound open, and immediately saw the vein. It wasn't far beneath the surface, and it hadn't been sliced through, just nicked; if it had been an artery, though, she'd have expired already. I handed the sewing kit to Eve. "Fix me a needle," I said, and grabbed the vein. Claire was still next to me, hovering. "Towel. Clean one. I need something to mop up the blood so I can see. " She dashed off.

  Myrnin settled himself in the corner. He'd been to the kitchen, I saw, and come back with a blood pack, which he opened and chugged. I glared at him as Eve handed me back a threaded needle with a thick knot. "Thanks for your help," I said, as sarcastically as I could. Which was pretty damn sarcastic.

  "If I had come near her in my present condition, I wouldn't have been able to swear to her safety," Myrnin said, and took another drink. "It's been a very long, trying day. Proceed. "

  I did. The vein was tough to hold on to and stitch, but I managed-it wasn't pretty, but it held when I let go. I started in on the cut itself, sewing the edges shut. "Hey, Hannah," I said, "Eve gave me yellow thread. Sorry about that. "

  Hannah dredged up a dry laugh. "Festive. I like it. "

  Eve watched me anxiously, bottom lip between her teeth, as I finished off the stitches. Claire came back with a towel and I cleaned up the mess as best I could. It wasn't leaking much now.

  "Amelie and Oliver," Claire said. "They're upstairs. Someone should see-" She was staring at Eve, but looked away when Eve glanced her way. "See about Jason. "

  "What happened to Jason?" Eve asked. She sounded almost resigned, though. As if she already knew.

  "I'll
tell you later," Claire said.

  "They made him a vamp," Eve said, and Claire looked up, fast. "I already knew he wanted it. It's not a good thing. Not for us, anyway. "

  "Definitely not," Michael agreed, from the doorway. "I checked upstairs. Nobody's there except a pile of rotting slime. Amelie doesn't clean up after herself. "

  "She doesn't have to," Claire said. "She's the founder. The queen. " There was something about the way she said it that made me wonder what she'd seen. And what was coming.

  Myrnin finished his blood pack and said, "They've gone to hunt. "

  I closed my mouth on the question of Hunt what, exactly?

  Because I figured I already knew.

  The draug were finished. All of the vampires' enemies, gone.

  The rules of Morganville were changing, and I had the feeling that they wouldn't be in our favor.