by Ryk E. Spoor
“The victims of the curse, the vampires, are parodies in all ways. Rather than a purification and extension of the true spirit, they are warped powers, turned against themselves to produce an abomination. They drink blood to represent their ties to destruction—spilling blood rather than accepting it freely. Their strength is the strength of self-hate and destruction, life turned upon itself. They shift in shape to forms of nightmare because terror is their object.” He gave a wintry smile. “I suspect their inability to enter a dwelling unbidden, besides being necessary in an overall parody, was also there for a purely practical reason; why permit your own mad and vicious creations to enter your own home without permission? For they were all mad, at least for a time; just as becoming the Sh’ekatha cleanses the mind and spirit and gives you clarity and peace, at least in the beginning, so this dark mirrored version first turns the mind against itself and tests your will to live.”
Verne went on, detailing the vampiric abilities and weaknesses and their relationship to his own. After that, things got more complicated as we started discussing other “powers” in the world, what they were like, and how they did what they did.
After a while, I glanced at my watch. “Holy sheep! Verne, it’s three o’clock in the morning!”
He smiled. “So you want to make an early night of it, eh?”
I grinned back, probably looking a bit dazed. “I probably should have. I had no idea how big a project this was going to be.”
“Remember, Jason, many of these things either do not exist anymore, in all probability, or at the least, are vanishingly rare. If you wanted to do a comprehensive catalog of the entirety of the paranormal, you would never finish in an ordinary human lifetime; however, the number of such things that can even function on Earth as it is today is so small that I believe we can probably finish your little database in a few months of once- or twice-a-week discussion.”
“Well, that makes me feel some better. I think. But I’ll let you know later. Remind Kafan that tomorrow evening we will be going over what I should do in my meeting with the senator. I’m meeting her the day after tomorrow. And remember that we’ve got that big reception and art show for Sky Hashima next week.”
“I would never forget that, Jason; and I shall certainly remind Kafan of our…council of war on the morrow. Get some sleep, Jason.”
“Preferably after I get home, of course,” I said, glancing at my car.
He chuckled and held the door open as I left.
Chapter 48: Femme Formidable
I shook the senator’s hand. She had a strong grip and looked as dignified in person as in her publicity shots. I was pretty sure that her “stern schoolteacher” image worked in her favor not only at the polls, but on the Senate floor. “Senator, good to meet you.”
“A pleasure, Mr. Wood.” She was unaccompanied—something which showed considerable trust on her part, or at least faith that her intelligence-gathering people hadn’t missed anything dangerous. “Now, I don’t have an unlimited amount of time, so let’s not spend too much of it on formalities; you call me Paula and I’ll call you Jason and we’ll just call things as we see them, all right?”
I nodded. “Fine by me, Paula.”
“I’ll start,” she said. “As you know, I have received the test results for paternity, and they clearly demonstrate that your client is the biological parent of my children. If it comes to court, I won’t bother arguing with that.
“However,” she continued, “investigating your client’s background has turned up some…confusing information. Without wasting each other’s time going into details, my investigators are of the opinion that some, or all, of his background was falsified, although they do inform me that his credentials, if forged, must have been faked by one of the very best intelligence services. My investigators also find Verne Domingo’s background somewhat disquieting. I don’t think I need point out that if this is true, I would be extremely unlikely to agree to allow my children to spend any time—even for short periods—with a man whose real name and background I cannot verify.”
She had good investigators. I’d expected as much, but they were damn good to have ferreted out that stuff. I’d been pretty sure of the general thrust of what they’d find, though, and because of that, I’d made my decisions about how to approach her. Convincing Verne and, especially, Kafan to go along with those had taken hours of sometimes acrimonious debate last night. “You know, I thought you’d be saying something along those lines,” I said finally. “I’ve discussed the situation with my client, and he’s given me permission to tell you certain things, but before I do, I’d like to lead up to it in my own way. The situation is much more complex than it seems, and I’d like to give you the big picture.”
She responded with a formal nod.
I stood up and went over to a small glass case at one end of the room, opening it with a key code. Reaching in, I picked up one of the objects inside and brought it over. “Do you know what this is? Careful—it’s extremely sharp.”
The senator examined the long, slender, sparkling object—slightly curved, razorsharp along the inside edge, coming to a needle-fine point at one end, and about half an inch across at the opposite end. At first she looked puzzled, but then she glanced up suddenly. “Why, this must be a…” she stumbled a bit over the next word, “…a werewolf claw?”
“That’s correct,” I said. “I want you to think about what you’re holding: nine inches of diamond blade. The thing it came from had five of those on each hand, five on each foot, and stood taller than this room’s roof if it straightened up. It could run as fast as a car given a straight distance to accelerate, was strong enough to tip a car over on its own, and had a mouth full of teeth just like those claws—a mouth that could open up wide enough to cut a man in half…and it could look just like you or me, or anyone else on Earth.”
Senator MacLain gave a small shiver. She had a good imagination, I suspected. “I see. I do indeed, Mr. Wood. I assure you, that’s one of the things that most impressed me about you—that you survived being chased by something like that.”
“More luck than anything else, Senator, believe me.”
She gave a refined, Katherine Hepburn–like sniff of doubt. “Jason, to quote a movie that my older son enjoys and with which you are no doubt well-acquainted: ‘In my experience, there is no such thing as luck.’ Rather, I think people who are competent make their own luck through making the right choices in bad moments.”
With a small laugh, I ceded her point. “Okay, yes, I’m pretty good at thinking on my feet. But there are a few other points that some investigators have raised and which are relevant here—and yes, I’ll be connecting it to your children in a few moments.”
She looked thoughtful. “Oh. Quite so. As I recall, one of the unresolved problems, even after the briefing, was exactly who had assisted you. Some of my colleagues were under the impression that it was some special task force of our own—and from reading the transcripts, I think it’s very clear that this was in fact the impression that the testimony was intended to give. I always felt that there was more being hidden than told, however. Are you saying that my impression is correct?”
Boy, she was sharp. Winthrope and her unknown employers had done a bang-up job on giving out the story without revealing anything they didn’t absolutely have to, and the wording they’d used would have fooled almost anyone into thinking they’d been told all they needed to know. Senator Paula MacLain, however, was not just anyone. “Your impression is bang-on, Paula,” I said. “I had help, but it wasn’t anything official.”
She waited.
“The second question that some people have asked—and quite reasonably—is basically ‘well, if werewolves exist, does that mean there’s other things like them out there?’ The answer to that is ‘damn straight.’”
She must have seen where I was going with this, but her expression gave nothing away; she continued to wait to see what I was going to put in front of her next.
Now her gaze was riveted on my face. However, other than its intensity, she still wasn’t giving any sign of what she was really thinking.
I took a deep breath. “Verne Domingo is one of the other types of beings; the best, really quick way I can think of to describe what he is would be to say he’s a vampire, but that’s not accurate. It would give you some idea of his characteristics, though. Verne has…connections throughout the paranatural world. In a sense, he’s one of its most respected citizens. While he certainly doesn’t know everything about all of them, virtually every one of the beings that lives this kind of double life knows about him, even if they don’t know precisely where he is.
“Now, where this hooks up with Tai Lee Xiang is that Verne knew Tai Lee’s family, years ago.” Verne, Kafan, and I had decided that this “take” on history would be close enough to allow us to tell what we had to without bringing up certain contradictions that had led to other facts, which none of us wanted to talk about. “They saw him as an ally and a protector. Verne left for parts unknown and eventually they lost track of him. But the tradition of the protector was passed down through the family line, along with the unique characteristics that separated this protector from the common man.
“So when Tai Lee Xiang found himself in trouble that he didn’t dare bring to the authorities since he was, in fact, being hunted by the authorities for killing a man who had held him and his family prisoner for years, he came to me to find this legendary protector. By that time, he’d reached the end of his resources and was willing to try anything to find his family and stop the people who were after him. With the publicity of the wolf incidents, my name seemed the best possible choice; I knew there were Weird Things out there, and if anyone would be both willing to listen to his story and able to find someone from some pretty strange hints, it would be me.” I grinned. “As it turned out, he was luckier than he thought. I already knew Verne, of course, so once he gave me the list of odd characteristics, I could just turn around and phone his family protector.”
She’d sat quietly throughout the whole story, gazing at me as though I was on trial and she was the judge evaluating my testimony—which, now that I thought about it, was a fair assessment of the situation. Finally, she leaned back. “That is quite an impressive story, Jason. I expect that much of this would be information your friend, Mr. Domingo, prefers to keep secret, since no mention of him has ever been made in connection to prior events in Morgantown. Why was it necessary that you tell me so much?”
“Glad to see you are as quick on the pickup as your reputation makes you, ma’am,” I said. “Because Tai wasn’t held in an ordinary location at all. He and his children were the subjects of genetic experimentation. By being involved in their lives, you put yourself in danger, because the people who did the experimentation want their ‘subjects’ back. Your being a senator has no doubt balked them and caused considerable concern in their ranks, but it will most certainly not have stopped them. Eventually, they’ll come for the kids.
“So you have to know the truth about them—not just because it’s your right to know about anything that might be endangering you and your family, but also because we just don’t know what the ultimate results of the genetic tampering that was done to them will be. You might come home tomorrow to find one of them suffering from some disability or condition which simply isn’t even recognizable by medical science.”
To my surprise, Paula MacLain didn’t burst into a flurry of questions, and she didn’t attempt to argue about what was going on. She looked more pale, and after an inquiring glance at me, she lit a long cigarette and drew a shaky breath. A few moments later, she dropped her gaze and considered the half-smoked cigarette. “Usually I take my time on these.” She looked back up. “Jason, I appreciate your candor.”
I’m sure my startlement showed on my face. “Most people would have said something else, and ‘candor’ wouldn’t be even close to the meaning, either.”
“Oh, it’s a preposterous story, young man,” she said. “Yet I’m old enough to know that sometimes life is preposterous. However, that isn’t why I accept that most, if not all, of your story is true.”
Taking another drag from the cigarette, she continued. “I’ve been on many different committees over the years. I’ve seen a great deal of material marked ‘Top Secret’ and heard all the ‘in the interests of national security’ speeches. So, I’m familiar with the type of reports I get from my own investigators whenever someone has been nosing around my life.
“After I adopted Jackie and Tai, I started getting hints that someone was showing interest. The hints were terribly subtle, though, and whenever I hired someone to poke back, so to speak, they found nothing concrete. Just recently—about the time you first contacted me, in fact—these little hints became more frequent, and my best people came to the conclusion that whoever it was had to be top-level intelligence, and that there might be more than one group of them, all sniffing around my family. I tried using my own connections to find out what was going on, but got nothing.
“At one point, Jackie became aware that I thought someone might be spying on us. That night, he tried to leave, taking his little brother with him. When I got them back, he insisted that he had to, but he simply wouldn’t tell me why. He’s been worried ever since, and I’ve gotten the extremely strong impression from him that he is more worried about my safety than his own.”
I nodded. “That would fit.”
“It certainly would. Now, while I happen to believe you are telling me the truth, or as much of it as you think is safe, I’d appreciate a bit more in the way of solid evidence. I’ve come here without any meddling lawyers or bodyguards so that we could be honest and say what we want, and so I hope we can get this all out of the way.”
I glanced at the clock. “How much time do you have, Paula?”
She smiled. “A bit more than I might have implied at the beginning. Start out with the other side under pressure, that’s always been my motto. If you can manage to feed me, I daresay I can stay for the rest of the evening if necessary.”
Smiling back, I said, “I suppose I could manage that as we get around to dinnertime.” I switched on the air filter—while I don’t particularly mind smoke, some clients and friends do. “Assuming that what I said is true, what would your position be with respect to Tai Lee Xiang? He’s started a quite respectable carpentry and woodcarving business; he’s not a shiftless layabout.”
“My position isn’t markedly changed, Jason,” she answered. “I don’t care what dangers come with them, they’re my children now, and anyone—mad scientists or otherwise—who tries to take them from me will, I assure you, lose their hands. Their true father is another story, naturally. I have noticed genuine sadness in the boys on the few occasions they’ve mentioned their father, so I know that he inspired affection. This, of course, isn’t sufficient to prove that he was, or could currently be, a good father to them, only that he wasn’t such a monster or disciplinarian as to lose the love of his children. If I can be confident that he will be good for the children…” her face worked for a moment, “…well, Jason, we will work something out, I promise you. I lost my family once, you know.”
I nodded.
“Then understand—I know what that feels like. If I know that Tai Lee Xiang is a good man, then I will not cause him the same kind of pain. He will see his children again. To do anything else would make me the
monster, and while the thought of letting the children leave me—perhaps for months at a time—hurts far more than you could imagine, I would rather bear that pain than know I was taking another person’s family away.” She was back under control, at what cost I really didn’t know. “I hope that makes my position clear enough.”
“Perfectly clear. And I thank you, Paula. I’m sure we will be able to work something out.” I glanced at my watch. “I think I can give you some more solid evidence, but not until later today.”
Seeming relieved to have a break from what was obviously a very emotional topic, she accepted a temporary shift away from the business conversation and spent the next little while quizzing me about the Morgantown Incident—getting my version of the story, rather than the trimmed, edited, and perhaps not entirely accurate version that the press releases contained. By the time we finished, it was getting towards evening.
“Well, Senator,” I said, “if your reputation can survive the scandal of being seen out in a restaurant with a younger man, I think it’s time to get you the dinner I promised.”
She laughed. “Mr. Wood, my reputation doesn’t need protecting. And having seen pictures of the young lady you’re currently dating, I suspect no one would believe any scandal about us anyway.”
“I didn’t know my love life was so, um, public.”
“It isn’t, really, but as I said, I had people investigating. With you being one of the principals in this matter, there was a fair amount of digging into your background as well.”
I wasn’t sure I liked that, but on the other hand it wasn’t anything surprising. I shrugged and offered my arm. “In that case, Paula, shall we?”
