Blood Stones: An Uncanny Kingdom Urban Fantasy (The Dark Lakes Series Book 2)

by M. V. Stott

  ‘Hm?’ replied Eva, eyes closed and arms across her chest on the back seat, like the scruffiest vampire you ever did see.

  ‘I said, I’ve been thinking about Chloe. There’s been some stuff in the last day or two.’

  ‘Who’s this bint Chloe?’

  ‘Are you…? Are you being entirely serious right now?’

  Eva opened her eyes. ‘That’s a very deep question, love, but I like to think the answer is “never”.’

  ‘Chloe! Chloe Palmer! My sort of girlfriend who was about to unleash a load of those octopus-limbed soul suckers!’

  ‘Oh, I got you. I like to file that shit away once we’re done with it. Don’t need a lot of clutter in my conscious mind, know what I mean, idiot?’

  I gripped the wheel and drove on, sulking, for a moment or two.

  ‘Well?’ said Eva. ‘Is there a reason for bringing up that very dead, very crazy tit?’

  ‘Just, an annoyance, that’s all. Someone left me a message on one of my websites claiming to be her.’

  ‘Oh yeah?’

  ‘Yeah.’

  ‘Well, guess what.’

  ‘What?’

  ‘This is gonna blow your mind.’

  ‘What, tell me!’

  ‘It wasn’t her.’

  ‘I see.’

  ‘She’s dead. You made her go splat-bye-bye.’

  ‘I know.’

  Well, I sort of knew. I knew that’s what Eva and Maya said I did, but I had no actual memory of Chloe’s final moments, or of any of the monsters’ for that matter. All I recalled was a giant build-up of power in me being unleashed, and then I woke up in my car.

  Maybe they were hiding something from me. It was possible. I mean, it’s not as though Eva had been overly forthcoming with information. She had still yet to tell me everything about myself, for example. Instead, I had to rely on a talking fox and a scary red head who wanted me to become some sort of almighty doomsday monster.

  Almighty Doomsday Monster will also be the name of the heavy metal band I plan to form one day.

  ‘It’s not just the message,’ I said, ‘I know that’s nothing. Probably. I also, sort of, maybe, possibly not, but perhaps… saw her.’

  Eva sat up. ‘Come again?’

  ‘I saw her. Maybe. Just for a second, less than a second probably, in a bathroom mirror at work.’

  ‘Were you on any sort of hallucinogenic drugs at the time?’

  ‘What? No!’

  ‘Okay. Do you have any hallucinogenic drugs on you right now? A nice baggie of ‘shrooms, perhaps?’

  ‘No!’

  ‘Pity. They would really liven up this tragic afternoon.’

  Yes, Eva was a very frustrating sort of a person.

  ‘I know it’s probably just kids messing around on my site, and my mind playing tricks on me. I mean, I killed her,’ and oh boy oh boy, did I not I enjoy saying that out loud, ‘but there’s a lot of strange stuff that seems to happen these days. What if some part of her, you know, clung on? Somehow. In some fashion. To be determined.’

  ‘It hasn’t. You burnt the bitch to ash.’

  ‘But what if…?’

  Eva sighed and leaned forward. ‘Listen, idiot; she’s dead. She’s gone. I know that stings at your dumb, black heart, but you killed the bitch. She isn’t coming back, and that’s a good thing, because she was off her rocker.’

  ‘I remember.’

  ‘I mean, just a complete fruit loop.’

  ‘Right.’

  ‘But, and this “but” is larger than the one the receptionist at your hospital sits on all day, if she somehow has clung on, if her soul has managed to duck out of judgement and hang around, then that’s a very bad thing. So if you see or hear from this thing that definitely doesn’t exist, you tell me.’

  ‘And then we help in some way?’

  ‘Yes.’

  ‘Okay.’

  ‘We help by shredding that fucker’s soul to make sure she never comes back. Not ever. You don’t give people like that a second chance. Well, not usually.’ Eva seemed to darken as she looked at me, then shook whatever bleak thought had gripped her free, and sat back to begin the ritual of rolling up a fresh cigarette with her carrot-coloured fingers.

  And that was that.

  And it was all daft anyway. Chloe was gone. She was gone and I was seeing things that weren’t there. Guilt, sleep deprivation, hell of a creative mind, that’s all. But still, as I drove and stole glances at Eva in the rear view mirror, I realised two things. One, I hoped that I wasn’t seeing things. I hoped Chloe was still, somehow, alive. Even if she was a ghost and so, I suppose, not technically “alive”. And two, if that was true, and she came to see me again, there was no way in hell I was going tell Eva about it.

  I’d killed Chloe once, I really didn’t want to be responsible for a second time. Everyone is redeemable, in the end, right?

  ‘How much further to the next circle?’ I asked, trying to snap myself out of a rather worrying, sneaky train of thought.

  ‘Couple of miles.’

  It was at this point that a strange feeling washed over me, as though someone had thrown a bucket of ice water over my head. Which, no, wasn’t at all pleasant.

  I let out a little cry of pained surprise and stomped on the brakes. Eva threw out her own cry at the force of the sudden stop, and her refusal to wear a seatbelt sent her flying off the seat and onto the floor.

  ‘Oi!’ she said, amongst several swear words, ‘you just destroyed my ciggie!’

  ‘Sorry, sorry, it’s just… I had a feeling.’

  ‘Tingle in your pants? You dirty bastard.’

  ‘Not that sort of feeling.’

  ‘Can’t get it up, eh? It happens,’ said Eva, before letting loose a flinty cackle and starting the process of rolling a fresh smoke.

  ‘No, my penis is fine thank you very... this isn’t about my penis!’

  ‘Well, thank the Lord for small mercies. Very small.’

  ‘I think I just had a magic thing happen.’

  ‘What sort of magic thing?’ she replied, popping her cigarette between her lips and lighting it with a flame that appeared from the tip of her finger.

  Bloody show-off.

  ‘I don’t know. I was just driving along, and a sudden, overwhelming urge to stop gripped me. Like something inside was saying, We’re here, this is the place, you found it!’

  ‘What place?’

  ‘I think this is where the stone circle is.’

  Eva looked out the window to her left. Then to her right. Then turned around to look out of the rear window, before flopping back down. ‘I don’t see any stones, idiot.’

  Which was, unfortunately, true. All I saw were fields and hills and a distinct lack of large standing stones, in a circle or otherwise.

  ‘Drive on,’ said Eva, ‘we’ve got another six circles to check out yet.’

  I turned the engine over, but my foot stubbornly refused to hit the accelerator as the weird feeling continued insisting that we were already where we were supposed to be.

  I killed the engine.

  ‘We’re here. I’m sure of it.’

  Eva half-grumbled, half-growled, then shoved the door open. ‘Okay, we’ll look, but unless these are invisible stones, you’re just wasting our time.’

  ‘I’m supposed to be a warlock, right? This is my hidden magic self telling me something, I’m sure of it.’

  And I was. Every nerve end was tingling, letting me know that the things I’d seen, the killer stones, were close at hand.

  It didn’t take long before Eva was calling me a variety of colourful names and making her way back to the Uncanny Wagon. We’d walked in an ever-widening circle around the car, but there was nothing to be seen. Barely a rock, never mind a person-sized standing stone or ten.

  I gave the area one last curious glance, then got back behind the wheel and drove us to the next stop.

  9

  I dropped a decidedly grumpy Eva back to the coven, the
n headed to my flat as the sun dropped and a chill began to nip at the air.

  The circle hunt had been a bust. Circle after circle, and not one had a single stone that looked anything like the rocks I’d seen, the ones I had done my best to render in pencil. Which meant we were in the delightful position of having an extraordinarily bizarre set of killers on the loose, and no leads to go on.

  The stones belonged to a circle, Eva was sure of it, but this is a world where creatures with octopus limbs eat souls for supper, so who’s to say these mobile stones stayed in one place when they weren’t busy killing? Or whether the circle they belonged to wasn’t somewhere out of sight and inaccessible, like the middle of a mountain, or the bottom of one of Cumbria’s great lakes.

  Ooh!

  That made sense. Maybe. Perhaps the death stones skulked at the bottom of a lake, out of sight, hidden from view.

  As I parked outside my home, I was so deep in my musings that I didn’t notice the woman sat on my doorstep until I was two feet from my door and preparing to slot my key home.

  ‘Mr Lake?’ asked the woman, rising to her feet.

  Yes, I did yell out in surprise and do three to four bunny hops backwards, hands to my aghast face like an over-emoting actor in a silent film.

  ‘Sorry, did I startle you?’

  ‘A little bit.’

  The woman looked to be around thirty or so, and wore her hair in a blonde bob.

  ‘Sorry.’

  ‘That’s okay,’ I replied, straightening out the lines of my long coat as I gathered myself, ‘it takes more than an unexpected woman to scare me.’

  ‘Oh. What was the screaming and jumping about then?’

  I made to speak, paused, then brushed it aside. ‘Can I help you?’

  ‘I hope so. My name is Annie. Are you Mr Lake? Mr Joseph Lake?’

  ‘Yeah, for the last few years. It’s a long story. Well, not that long a story. I woke up next to a lake with no memory and decided to use “Joseph Lake” as my name.’

  ‘I see.’

  ‘You’re probably not here for my stunted life story though.’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Right.’

  ‘Mr Lake, I emailed you about a job, but you didn’t reply.’

  ‘You what now?’ And then I remembered the email I’d recently deleted. ‘Sorry, I don’t recall any email. At all. I definitely didn’t delete it.’

  Smooth.

  ‘No worries; I didn’t get a response, and I’m in a bit of a rush, so here I am! Initiative, you see?’

  ‘Yes. Well done. Look, I don’t mean to be rude, but I’m not really looking for any additional work right now.’

  ‘Oh.’

  ‘There’s a very large, big case I’m on at the moment.’

  ‘Oh?’

  ‘Yep, several murders. I’m assisting the police, all very hush-hush. And then there are the hospital toilets on the third floor that need a good seeing too tomorrow, so, as you can no doubt appreciate, my hands are pretty full right now. Sorry.’

  I slid my key into the door and pushed it open as I gave Annie an apologetic shrug/sorry face combo, and placed one foot inside my flat.

  ‘Please, Mr Lake, I don’t know who else to turn to.’

  I stopped and turned back to her. It figured that a woman who took it upon herself to track me down at my door after one unanswered email wasn’t going to be brushed off so easily.

  ‘Okay, what about if you send your information to me in another email, and this time I don’t delete it.’

  ‘I thought you said you didn’t delete the first one?’

  ‘Yes. Good. And I also won’t delete this next one. Put all the stuff into it, and if I get a moment, I’ll give it a look. Deal?’

  Annie bit her lip and shook her head.

  ‘Really, Annie, I don’t want to sound rude, but I am rather tired and would like to go inside. Alone.’

  ‘I’m in danger, Mr Lake.’

  Damn.

  ‘Oh. Have you gone to the police?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘Then maybe go to the police? They should really be your first port of call, not a man who mops floors six hours a day.’

  ‘I can’t! I can’t go to the police!’

  She was starting to become more animated, emotional. She’d been all cool, calm and collected up to that point, now the strain of whatever was bothering her was starting to crack her perfect surface.

  ‘Why can’t you go to the police?’

  ‘Because they won’t believe me, just like you don’t!’ she bawled. ‘Coming to you was a mistake. You’re just some crank cheating people out of their money by pretending to investigate ghosts and what have you.’

  ‘Whoa there, take it easy.’

  Something was definitely tearing her up inside. I won’t deny to feeling a little bit guilty about brushing her aside. And the whole email deletion thing.

  ‘Why won’t they believe you, Annie? Tell me what’s wrong.’

  Annie’s eyes filled with tears, and her shoulders trembled as she tried to hold back the sobs.

  ‘Annie, you can tell me, why do you need my help?’

  ‘I need your help, Mr Lake,’ she replied, ‘because I sold my soul to the Devil.’

  Now, that was quite the revelation to chew on. Unfortunately, I didn’t have much time to sit with it, as it was only three or so seconds later that a large, vicious eagle swooped out of the sky and began to attack her.

  10

  Annie’s cries of pain were masked by the Uncanny Wagon’s screeching tyres—not to mention the tribal anxiety drums beating out a frantic rhythm in my head—as we hurtled at unsafe speeds toward Carlisle.

  ‘Annie, are you okay?’ I asked, like everyone’s favourite celebrity paedophile.

  I glanced in the rear view mirror at her. She was sprawled across the back seats, smearing blood onto them from the wounds she’d received at the claws of the eagle.

  Right. The eagle.

  Now, eagle attacks are not exactly a common event around these parts. Or, to be honest, any parts. Maybe if you’re a vole, but not a fully grown human lady.

  ‘Annie?’

  ‘I’m okay. My head hurts.’

  Yeah, she’d cracked her skull pretty viciously after falling as the eagle dive bombed her a second time. I’d tried to shoo the thing away, but it turned out that a man timidly saying, “Go away! Shoo! Go away, please!’ wasn’t all that off-putting to a huge bird of prey with dinner on its brain.

  The thing had had four good goes at Annie, leaving deep gashes and torn clothing behind each time, before I managed to grab her and bundle her into the back of my car. I’d had the choice to duck into the house or the car, and in the moment, I’d chosen the motor. Which had definitely been the wrong choice. Annie was losing blood, and I’d decided the best thing I could do was get her away and to help, which is why we were currently breaking the speed limit on our way to the hospital.

  ‘Told you,’ said Annie, her voice groggy, ‘I told you. Wants to… I’m gonna die.’

  ‘No negative nellies in here, Annie. Come on! It’s just a few wounds and a bash on the bonce. You’ll be right as rain in no time.’

  ‘Kill me. They want me dead. All of them. They want me dead.’

  ‘Who wants you dead? Annie?’

  I twisted in my seat and looked back to see that she’d passed out, blood pooling under her head.

  ‘Shit. Balls. Annie? Annie!’ I gave her a shove to try and rouse her. She managed to bat my hand away, but didn’t come round.

  I stomped on the accelerator and my poor little car lurched forward, the engine sounding not in the least bit happy about the thrashing I was giving it. ‘Sorry old thing, but this is an emergency! Woman in peril!’

  As if responding to my cry, the car sped up, the needle passing the hundred miles an hour mark. I won’t deny feeling slightly proud of the battered thing, I had no idea it could even go at such speeds. My admiration was cut short however as a shadow fell over me
and I looked up to see the eagle, beak wide, giant wings spread, swooping directly at the windscreen.

  ‘Shitting shit!’

  I yanked the wheel to the left and the car went into a screaming spin, the eagle’s wing brushing the side as it rushed past, letting out a squawk of frustration as its target dodged out of the way.

  ‘You crazy, kamikaze death bird!’ I yelled. Which is not something you say every day.

  I twisted the wheel and reversed back onto the road from the grass verge, where our spin had deposited us. Annie was on the floor now, still unconscious.

  ‘Don’t worry, we’re not far from… oh fuckity fuck-fuck!’

  The eagle’s head crashed through the rear window, its vicious beak screeching and snapping at Annie. If she hadn’t tumbled from the seat as we span, the thing would be up to its eyeballs in her already.

  I grabbed the metal steering wheel lock and leaned back, striking at the crazed bird’s head as it struggled and thrashed, trying to force its way through the window.

  ‘Get out, you rotten, feathery bastard!’

  Each hit I landed only seemed to make the thing madder, more determined to get inside. Now, I’m no expert on birds, but I’m pretty sure if one rushed head-first at a car window, its skull would come off second best. Despite that, this thing showed no sign of injury, just a devilish determination to get at its quarry.

  The steering wheel lock proving to be less than useful, I tossed it aside, shifted position, and began to strike out at the thing’s head with the bottom of my boot.

  ‘Go away! Please! Thank you!’

  My boot mashed against the eagle’s skull six or seven times before I got a lucky strike and dislodged the thing. The bird fell from the back of the car, wings going like the clappers.

  ‘Don’t worry, Annie,’ I said to the unconscious body lying prone on the floor of my car. ‘I sorted the bastard out. Everything’s going to be okay.’

  That is, of course, exactly the sort of thing a stupid person would say right before things got many times worse.

  I contorted my body back until I flopped back the right way in the driver’s seat. As I reached for the key though, it suddenly turned darker outside.

  ‘That can’t be good,’ I said, leaning to look out of the window, to see what had just cast its huge shadow over us. The sight that greeted me elicited a slight squeak of terror. Okay, a big one.