by Rose, Imogen
It was clear that Katerina was behind the killings. Annoying demon witch. She wasn’t alone, however. This was a well-thought out plan of attack; I had to give her that. First, she got rid of Dad and created a need for a new regent in London. Then, she tried to get rid of me by creating enough havoc so that the council members would have no other option than to lose confidence in me. If I still managed to retain control, she had a backup plan to blackmail me with my friends so that I would abdicate, anyway.
The use of a demon to possess a vampire to do her bidding was genius. I had to give her that. The question was, which demon? Was he or she local to London, and therefore under my jurisdiction, or was it a New Yorker? I seriously doubted that Katerina would have enough influence here to be able to get someone under my domain to do her bidding. It was more likely someone she knew from home, someone under Alexandra’s domain.
Could I trust Alexandra enough to involve her in my investigation? I sort of had to since going over her head would be a total no-no. Alexandra had taken over New York very recently. What had happened to the old New York demon king? She had seemed to evade the question when I had asked, saying that it wasn’t her business to dwell on old sovereigns. Weird attitude. If anything, that sort of information was important for her own safety, because whoever had done away with the old one could do the same to her. Unless... Alexandra herself had gotten rid of the old king.
Was there any way Alexandra was in cohorts with Katerina? I doubted it. After all, she’d sent her own daughter to rescue Kismet. Why would she do that if she was working with Katerina? One thing was for sure. I’d have to be careful when dealing with her. Trust no one–Rule Two, Bonfire Academy.
It was Rule Three that needed to be taken care of at the moment; I could hear my stomach growling. I was overdue a feeding. I heard a soft tap on the door before Mom came walking in with a snack for me. Perfect timing.
“Mom, what was the name of the former demon king of New York?” I asked between chews. Mom had made herself comfortable on the couch in the study and was flipping through a Hello! magazine while I ate. She put it aside and looked at me.
“Oscar. Sebastian and he were very close. Do you know what happened to him?”
“No. Do you? Did Alexandra say anything to you?”
“No, but then I didn’t expect her to. We aren’t that kind of friends, even though I have known her for a long time. She likes to shop, and that’s basically the only thing we do together.”
“So you don’t talk about families or anything while shopping?” I asked surprised.
“I know it sounds strange to you, but that’s right. Having been involved with your father for this long, I made a conscious decision to stay out of paranormal affairs. I like being an ordinary human,” she smiled. “The staying out bit has changed now that you’re involved. I won’t exclude myself from your life.”
“Mom, I have a really serious situation here that I need to deal with. I have a feeling it involves Katerina, and perhaps even Alexandra. I think it’s very weird that Alexandra isn’t more concerned about the fact that Dad and Oscar disappeared at about the same time. I am wondering if Katerina has Oscar as well.”
Mom stood up and paced the room. “Why would she take Oscar?” she finally asked. “How does that benefit her?”
“In order to seek favor with Alexandra? So Alexandra would then help her take London?” I suggested. “Which all makes sense to me apart from the fact that Alexandra helped me get Luke and Kismet back,” I shrugged.
“Did she, though?” Mom asked.
“What do you mean? She sent Taylor to help me track them....”
“So, where are they?” Mom persisted.
“I told you. Katerina is holding them at Pauline’s.”
“How did Katerina know where to find Luke and Kismet? How did she know they were there? Someone must have told her.”
I put my face in the palms of my hands and rubbed my forehead with my thumbs. My head was going to explode. “Mom, why would Alexandra go through such a charade?”
“To gain your trust, perhaps. Or maybe she didn’t feel she could refuse you the help once you asked, to keep up her relationship with me. I really don’t know. What I do know, however, is that we can’t trust her.”
“Mom, does the New York faction work the same as the London faction?”
“Hon, I have no idea how either of the factions work. Dorian would have a better idea. Shall I see if I can find him?”
“Yes. Please. Let’s try and talk to him before dinner. Alfred has arranged a small reception for us. Mom, did you know that Dad has a house nearby?”
She shook her head.
“We could go and stay there if you want....”
“I’m fine here, Faustine. I trust we’re safe here?”
“Yeah, even Katerina wouldn’t try anything here. I know Alfred gave you your own suite, but stay here with me instead.”
Mom nodded. “I’ll go and find Dorian. Finish your snack.”
I sat and enjoyed my steak, emptying my mind of all thoughts, trying to relax. The five minutes of peace helped me de-stress somewhat.
“Princess?” Dorian asked, as he walked into the study with Mom.
I decided to update him, starting with Luke’s disappearance. As I expected, he turned into a sobbing mess. Mom looked startled as she watched Dorian’s despair manifest. He threw his hands up in the air and wailed. Yep. Not that I blamed him for being upset. His reaction was quite a spectacle, though.
Once he had calmed down–I decided not to mention Kismet for now, sheesh–I repeated what had happened in the conference room once he had left.
“Katerina. I never liked her,” was his comment when I finished. “What do you want me to do next? I’d like your permission to fly to New York to rescue Luke. We have the coronation to prepare for; I still have a lot of work to do, but I can hand it over to someone else.” He shrugged, looking defeated.
“First of all, tell me how the New York faction works,” I said. “And keep it brief, we need to go to dinner in a moment.”
“Much the same as the London one, Princess. They have the same heads and a president for the council, which happened to be Oscar before he disappeared. I guess a new one will be voted in–or already has–soon. I haven’t been able to keep up with everything going on there.”
“What have you done about what’s going on here so far, and why didn’t you tell me?”
“I assumed I could handle it. I was wrong, and for that, I apologize. I have placed you in an awkward position. We have a task force working on tracking down the rogue demon.”
“Are you working from inside the police and FBI?”
“Scotland Yard, in this case, Princess. Yes, we have demons positioned where we need them, both in intelligence and out on the streets as regular police.”
“So, what have you been able to find out so far?”
“Nothing.”
Fantastic-Not. “Right, I better come up with a plan. Gather the task force for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning.”
“Yes, anything else? What are we doing about Luke?” he asked, looking teary-eyed again.
“I’ll take care of that,” I said firmly. “Now, let’s go down to dinner.”
“One more thing, Princess...” Dorian mumbled.
“Yes?”
“Fitch is here to see you.”
The images flashing from the television were disturbing. Dorian had turned on the screen when he returned with Fitch, who was now as glued to the BBC broadcast as we were.
The BBC reporter’s teeth were clattering as she struggled to speak into her microphone, the strong breeze sweeping her hair over her face. She was standing in front of one of the most prominent landmarks in London–the London Eye Ferris Wheel by the river Thames; its capsules swayed in the breeze. Three bodies had been discovered in one of those capsules. The capsule in question was easy to identify–it was the one the camera kept focusing on, the one with the words Eat That, D
emon Princess written on the outside in big red letters. A massacre had occurred inside. The occupants had not been identified, and, from the sketchy information the press was reporting, it would be some time before any such information would be available, if ever. The bodies had apparently been savaged to a point where it was hard to tell for sure even how many bodies there were. For now, it was presumed to be three.
Dorian muted the volume, but kept the television on, as he turned to me. All eyes were on me.
“Well, it’s a bit different this time, isn’t it?” I mused.
“How so?” Dorian asked.
“The savaged bit. Aren’t the bodies usually bled dry, but pretty much untouched otherwise?”
“Usually,” Dorian conceded. “Though there have been at least four incidences where the bodies were torn up, but not to the point these seem to have been. However, we don’t have any of the details; the report was vague. I’m sure the police are keeping the details to themselves for now.”
“Really!” Mom muttered. “My daughter should not be subjected to such violent images, even less expected to deal with it. She’s only fifteen. This is unacceptable! Faustine, let’s go.”
“Lady Annabel,” Dorian protested.
“Mom, it’s okay...” I started.
“Okay?” she repeated. “How on earth is this okay? This is indescribably terrible. There is a spate of violent murders happening in London. I want you as far away as possible from them. Now let’s go.”
“Mom. No. This is my responsibility....”
“No, it’s not. This is your father’s responsibility. I will not have you involved in this. I absolutely forbid it,” she announced firmly.
She was right. I shook my head. I was at a loss. What was I supposed to do about this? All I wanted was to be back at school and worrying about my next math test. It was totally unfair of Dad to have left me in this position. I was done with this! “Mom, yes, let’s go home and forget about this. Let Katerina have her way. Why should I care? This is all way too much madness.”
“No,” Fitch said, quietly.
“Fitch?”
“I said, no. You have to deal with this.”
“Why? What the heck are you doing here anyway?”
“Taylor sent me.”
“Oh, how is she?”
“Recovering. Still exhausted from her ordeal, or she would have come herself.”
“Why?”
“To tell you that you have to prevent Katerina from gaining power.”
“Why would she care?” I asked perplexed.
Fitch shrugged. “She’s merely passing on a message from Kismet. Kismet asked Taylor during the rescue to make sure that Katerina does not gain power, and she wanted Taylor to convey that to you.”
“And we all must do what Kismet asks,” I said slightly annoyed.
“Actually, no,” Mom replied. “No one–apart from me–can tell you what to do. And I say we go home. Now.”
“What’s the worst that can happen if Katerina takes over?” I asked no one in particular. “She wants my position. Chances are that if I just abdicate quietly, she’ll get on with the job that needs to be done. Everyone wins.”
“Katerina is evil,” Dorian muttered. “Can’t you see that? Look at what she’s doing!” he said, throwing the photos of the murdered bodies on the floor. “You can’t let her take control. She doesn’t just want your position. There’s more to it.”
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. But I know it’s all bad.”
“What about his other children?” Mom asked.
“Sebastian named Faustine as his heir...” Dorian sighed.
“True,” Mom said. “But I’m sure he wasn’t expecting her to take over quite so young, or to be placed in this untenable situation.”
“If he thought she couldn’t handle it, he would have named an interim sovereign. We had one for years when Faustine was too young.”
“Who was that?” I asked, feeling hopeful again.
“Oscar was going to step in until you were ready.”
Sheesh. And he was missing now as well, so I couldn’t even ask for support from him.
“You have no choice, Princess. If you abandon us, we are, as you teens say, screwed.”
“Why should I care?”
“It would result in complete mayhem in London with paranormals fighting each other, blaming each other for the killings. The council members are already starting to mistrust each other. If paranormals are revealed to the humans, complete chaos will occur and civilization as we know it will come to an end. This is why you need to care.”
“Why would Katerina want that? To create chaos?” I asked “Surely it’s in her best interest to stick to the status quo.”
“I fear that she has greater ambitions,” he said sadly. “The fact that she has already started creating mistrust amongst the vampires and demons is a sure sign of that. If she merely wanted your position, she could have waited for you to abdicate in return for the safe release Luke. She knows that’s all it would have taken for you to give up the throne.”
Dorian was right. This killing spree was utterly unnecessary. Still, like Mom said, what the heck was a fifteen-year-old Upper East Side high school student supposed to do about it? Nothing. I took a deep breath. It was the Demon Princess of London who was going to do something about it. I had to. I looked down at my ring, which shimmered back at me.
“Faustine?” Mom asked, her voice breaking.
“Mom, it’s my duty.”
Duty, yes. But I was lost. I needed to surround myself with people and demons that I could trust. “Dorian, you said that you had a task force in place? Get them to find out what’s going on with the latest killing and report back to me immediately.”
Dorian nodded. There was a knock on the door. It was Finna with a message from Alfred. He wanted to see me right away. Sigh.
“Are you all right?” Mom asked, walking over and putting her arms around me.
I nodded, then stood and followed Finna down the hallway and back into the conference room. I was relieved to see that it was just Alfred, not the whole cavalry.
“Did you watch the latest report?” he queried as I sat down.
I nodded.
“This is as much my problem as it is yours. Nowhere in the media are demons mentioned, even though the notes are clearly addressed to the demon princess. It’s as if demon is a synonym for evil rather than a being as far as the media is concerned. All attention is on a vampire-like serial killer. Until now, that is. With these new killings the police are stumped again. They are hypothesizing that it’s a copycat killer.”
“Copycat killer?”
“A killer who is pretending–by using the same note–to be the one who killed the others.”
“Why would someone do that?” I asked incredulously.
“It’s fairly common, within the demon population especially. A lot of your subjects seem to find it amusing to mess with the police in this way. It’s one of the issues that kept Sebastian busy.”
“Did you ask me here to talk me into abdicating to Katerina?” I asked him.
I was a little surprised when he shook his head. “Just the opposite. I wanted to make sure that you had no such intentions.”
“But I thought you wanted me to? You seemed to earlier.”
“That was an act. I had to pretend to put the option out there after Katerina’s offer. I don’t know who we can and cannot trust.”
“Well, to be honest, I’m fed up with this whole thing. I’m only fifteen. I’d like to head back to school and forget about all of this.”
Alfred’s eyes narrowed. I hoped he’d keep his fangs in control, as every time his fangs appeared, I felt my fingers fuse.
“I’m disappointed. This is your legacy. Are you telling me that your father was wrong to leave you in charge?”
“No, of course not,” I said, hastily. “I said I’d like to. No, I’m taking my role very seriously. So you don’t
want Katerina in charge?” I asked, redirecting the conversation.
“No. Her decision to use vampires in her scheme does not sit well with me. That’s if Katerina is the one behind this. We can’t be sure of that.”
True. “I assumed she was because of the notes,” I confirmed.
“Yes, and you’re probably right. She’s running a very effective campaign to undermine you and force you to abdicate. By using vampires as her tool, she’s not only undermining you, she’s also undermining me. Why would she do that?”
