The wolf growled and Richard echoed her. “Can you bite that which you cannot find?” Her voice echoed from everywhere and nowhere. “My mistake was trying to be too human for you. I do not repeat mistakes.”
The wolf crouched, but Marmee Noir was right, there was no body to bite here now. I had to find a way to visualize a target for my wolf. I struggled to believe that my wolf could bite the night itself.
Richard grabbed my shoulders, turned me to him. His eyes were still amber and inhuman. He kissed me. He drew back enough to say, “I can taste her power in your mouth.”
I nodded.
He kissed me again, and this time he stayed with our mouths pressed together. He poured that warm, rising energy that was shapeshifter into me. He pushed it into me through our mouths, his hands, our bodies. I kept my grip on my wolf, but the rest of me I gave to Richard, and gradually I could taste pine, and leaf mold, rich and thick and foresty. I smelled the musk of wolf fur. I smelled pack. I smelled home, and the last taste of jasmine vanished under the taste of Richard’s power, Richard’s wolf, and finally, at the end, simply the taste of Richard. The sweet, thick taste of his kiss. The dream ended with a kiss.
13
I WOKE ON the floor of Jean-Claude’s bedroom with Nathaniel staring down at me. I glanced to my right and found Richard on the floor with Micah beside him. There were guards in the room, and the smell of burning.
Richard’s first words were, “You all right?”
I nodded.
His second words were, “What’s burning?”
“The bed,” Micah said.
“What?” I asked.
“The cross in its bag that you have underneath your pillow got hot enough that it set the pillow on fire,” Micah said.
“Shit,” I said.
Claudia appeared above me with a fire extinguisher in her hands. “What the hell happened, Anita?”
I stared up at her, and there was a lot of her to stare up at. She was one of the tallest people I’d ever met, and lifted weights in a serious fashion. Her black hair was in its usual tight ponytail, her face free of makeup, and still strikingly beautiful.
“That bitch queen vampire came again, didn’t she?” Remus said.
I tried to sit up, but if Nathaniel hadn’t caught me, I’d have fallen back to the floor. The last time I’d fought off the darkness, I’d been damn near killed by my own beasts trying to tear their way out of my human body. Apparently today I’d just be weak. I could live with that.
Remus was standing scowling at the foot of the bed. He was tall, muscled, and blond, but his face was a crisscross of scars, as if he’d been badly broken and put back together again. When he was angry enough, his face mottled, and you could see the pale lines against the flushed skin of his face. He almost never made eye contact with anyone. I think because he didn’t want to see in others’ faces what they thought of his own. But when he got upset enough he’d meet your eyes, then you could see how lovely the eyes were, all green and gray with long lashes. Tonight I got a good dose of the eyes.
I leaned into the warm curve of Nathaniel’s body and said, “Yeah, it was the Mother of All Darkness.”
“At least your beasts aren’t trying to tear you apart this time,” Claudia said.
“Yeah,” I said, “at least.”
Then I felt something stirring inside me, as if something big and furred had brushed the inside of my body. “Oh, shit,” I whispered.
Nathaniel leaned in and sniffed just above my face. “I smell something. Cat, but it’s not leopard.” He closed his eyes and breathed in deep. “It’s not lion.”
I shook my head.
Richard said, “She said it was a parting gift.”
I looked inside myself, in that place where the beasts waited. There was a gleam of eyes, then a face came out of the shadows. A face the color of night and flame: tiger.
“Oh, shit,” I said louder, “tiger.”
“Crap,” Claudia said.
To my knowledge there was only one weretiger in the entire St. Louis area. Christine worked as an insurance agent and was miles away. She’d never get here in time for me to share my beast with her and keep it from tearing me apart. Either Marmee Noir had decided it was time for me to finally be a shapeshifter for real, and she’d chosen tiger, or she meant to kill me. If she couldn’t have me, no one could. Possessive bitch.
But I was better at controlling the beast than I had been the last time she tried this. I called the other animals. We could play metaphysical tag for a while, at least. The black panther looked frail compared to the great striped beast. The wolf growled and flared its ruff of fur. The tiger stared at them, waiting. The lioness came from the darkness last, almost the same size as the tiger. They were animals that should never have met in the wild, never have tried their great strengths against one another. But the inside of my body was a lot weirder than any zoo. The beasts stared at the newcomer, and we waited. By calling them all at once, I kept myself from trying to turn into any single one of them. But eventually my body would choose, and when that happened there had to be a weretiger in the room.
“Call Christine,” Micah said. He’d helped me learn this control. He knew what I was doing.
“Jean-Claude warned me that Anita might be collecting more kitty-cats,” Remus said, “so we went shopping.” He turned to one of the guards by the door. “Go get Soledad. We need her ASAP.”
The man went out the door at a jog. Remus turned back to me. “She’ll do what needs doing.”
“She’s a wererat?” I managed to say.
“She’s pretending to be one of Rafael’s rats, but she’s a tiger. We had to promise to keep her secret before she’d agree to stay in town.”
“She’s probably running from an arranged marriage. Tigers are weird about keeping it in the family,” Claudia said.
“What?” I said.
“We’ll explain later, promise,” Claudia said.
Remus said, “Most of the solo tigers I’ve met all hide what they are really well. Most of them can even hide their energy enough to pass for human.”
I wanted to look at Richard, but didn’t dare. Even the thought made the wolf stand up straighter and think about coming closer. Once Richard had played human for me, and I’d been fooled. I buried my face against Nathaniel’s arm, smelled his leopard, and the wolf quieted, but the leopard began to pace.
I still didn’t have a werelion to call my own. I wasn’t even sure we had a lion in the place tonight, but I should have known that Remus and Claudia would think of it. “We better send for the lions, too,” she said.
Remus just looked at the door. One of the other guards opened the door, then hesitated. “Which one?”
“Travis.”
The guard went. I would have protested the choice, but of the few lions we had he was probably one of the best. None of the local lions really appealed to me—they were too weak. My lioness didn’t want food, she wanted a mate. I’d worked hard not to give her one. Eventually she’d pick one whether I liked it or not. Or that was the prevailing theory. Since what I was doing metaphysically was pretty much impossible, it was just a theory. None of us truly knew how all this was going to turn out. I sat in Nathaniel’s arms and tried to think evenly about all the beasts. But Nathaniel was too close, and the scent of his skin too real. The leopard turned and began to pace up that corridor that led to pain.
I gripped Nathaniel’s arm. “I can’t hold them.”
Richard crawled to me and put his arm by my face. The musk of wolf was there, to slow the leopard and send it circling around, not trying to come out. But now the wolf paced toward the light. Not good.
Travis got there before Soledad. His blond-brown curls were tousled from sleep, his face still not wholly awake. He was wearing the bottoms of a pair of cotton pajamas, and nothing else. They’d dragged him from bed with no time to do anything. He was a college student and I wondered briefly if his Rex, lion king, had made him stay here with us instead of go
ing to class.
He knelt by my legs and didn’t even react to the fact that I was nude. Either the guard had explained the problem or he could feel it. His sleepy face began to clear, and an intelligence that was both too acute and one of his best features began to fill his gold-brown eyes. He held his wrist out to me, and the lioness began to pace. The three of them played tag with my beasts. As one moved, they traded whose skin I was smelling. But it would not last; eventually my body would pick someone.
The tiger moved up, and there was no tiger to smell. But the others distracted me, calling their beasts, keeping us playing our metaphysical musical chairs, except I was the chair.
I waited for the tiger to try to tear me apart as the other three beasts had done periodically, but the tiger sat there, waiting. Wolf, leopard, lion; the three men played me like a game of tag, putting their bare skin close enough for me to smell it, touch it, and the tiger waited. Then a thing happened that had never happened before with any of the other beasts—the tiger began to fade; like some monstrous version of the Cheshire cat, it began to fade in pieces. I settled back in Nathaniel and Richard’s arms, with Travis kneeling beside us. Travis was close, but not as close as the other two. My mistake. The tiger fading had made me let my guard down. Big mistake. The leopard and wolf paced around each other. The lioness saw her opportunity and charged past them, up that long black tunnel inside me. The leopard and wolf were still circling each other. The lioness didn’t care about them. She just wanted to be real.
Richard put his wrist near my face, but it was too late for simple measures. The lioness hit my body as if it were a wall. It felt like a small car crashed into me from the inside. The impact jerked me off the floor, tore me out of their surprised hands. My body hit the floor and they tried to cradle me, but it was too late. The lioness stretched inside my body, trying to fit all that huge cat inside me. There was no room. I was too small. The lioness was trapped, trapped in a small, dark space. She reacted like any wild animal; she tried to destroy the trap. Tried to claw and bite her way out of it. The trouble was, my body was what she was trying to tear her way out of.
I shrieked, while the muscles in my body tried to tear themselves off my bones. You try to forget how much it hurts, and then it’s happening and you can’t forget. Can’t think, can’t be, can’t do anything but hurt!
Weight, pressing me down, hands holding my wrists on the floor. Something pinning my lower body. I opened my eyes and found Travis above me. The lioness screamed her frustration, because she’d seen him before. She didn’t like him. She didn’t want him. Travis tried to grab my face in his hands, tried to take my beast into him, but the lioness was too close to the surface, and we agreed on one thing. Travis was weak. We didn’t want him.
I bit him, sank teeth into his wrist. The lioness meant it to chase him away, and so did I, but the moment that hot blood spilled into my mouth, all I could taste was lion. I could taste Travis’s beast in his blood and that was enough. I looked up at him with his blood spilling out of my mouth, and I shoved my beast into him. I gave the lioness what she wanted. I gave her a body that could make her real. The lioness spilled out of me in a rush of heat and power that felt like it was taking my skin with it. I screamed, and Travis’s screams echoed mine.
One minute Travis was staring down at me, the next second he exploded, bits of skin and meat and liquid spraying over me. A lion rose above me, shaking its maned head, staggering as it straddled me, as if even in lion form he hurt. He made a sound halfway between a roar and a moan, and fell to his side beside me. I lay there, my body aching from my toes to the roots of my hair. God, I hurt, but it was fading, a bone-grinding ache, but it was fading. As it faded, I was able to pay attention to the fact that I was covered in that clear, warm goo that shapeshifters seem to lose instead of blood when they change. The more violent the change the more of it there seems to be. I’d given my beast to Travis, and even though it wasn’t exactly my beast, it was as if my lioness did go to him, for a while. The pain faded enough so I could think about something else, and the first thought was that when Haven had taken my beast, he hadn’t been weakened by it. Hell, Nathaniel, Micah, even Clay and Graham didn’t collapse like Travis did. He was weak. I needed someone strong.
Then I had other things to worry about, because the wolf decided she wanted a chance. She ran up that tunnel like a pale ghost. I had time to say, “Wolf,” then she hit me, and I was back to writhing on the floor.
I reached out, and Richard was there. He wrapped his arms around me, held me tight while my body tried to tear itself apart. He pinned my face with one strong hand. He called his beast. His power hit mine, and it felt like my blood was boiling. I shrieked, tried to tell him to stop. He leaned in to kiss me, while his power combined with mine to boil me alive. I tried to give him my wolf, but I couldn’t. It couldn’t get past the weight of his power.
His power began to push my beast back like boiling water pushing a forest fire back. It worked, but it felt like my skin was singeing and smoking as he forced my beast back. He drove it back to that place deep inside me. He drove it back, and it went whimpering. I whimpered with it, because it felt as if my body had been burned with power. I tried to look down at my body, and the world swam in streamers of color and nausea. I’d seen Richard force people to swallow their beasts before, but I’d never known that it hurt.
When my vision cleared, Richard was smiling down at me. He looked pleased. “I wasn’t sure it was going to work,” he said, and there was strain in his own voice as if it had cost him something, too.
I whispered in a voice that was broken from screaming, “That hurt.”
His smile faded around the edges, but I didn’t have time to worry about his hurt feelings, because the leopard spilled up into me like poison trying to find a way to drip out of my skin.
Nathaniel’s arms found me, but Micah took me from him. Micah wrapped his arms around me, pinned me to his body. My leopard knew his, knew the smell and taste of it. The energy went into him like a huge hot breath. It washed over his human body, and fur followed the power, like turning a shirt inside out. Micah was one of the smoothest shifts of any wereanimal I’d ever seen. Only Chimera had changed more easily and less messily than he did.
I was left clasped to the front of his furred body. Held by a body that was half man and half leopard. Travis had only two shapes: lion and human. Every other wereanimal in the room had three: animal, human, and half-and-half. Once I’d thought you had to be powerful to do the half-human form. But I’d been spending too much time around really powerful wereanimals. Now, I thought that only the weak couldn’t do it.
I let Micah hold me, but I was too weak to hold him back. He laid me gently on the floor and lay down on his side beside me, propped up on one elbow. I stared up into his black-furred face, a strangely graceful mix of cat and human. His eyes looked just as at home in this face as his other one. They were both Micah to me.
“Did you do that to make a point?” Richard’s voice, angry.
Micah looked up at him and spoke in that gravelly purr that he had in this shape. “What point would that be?”
“That I caused her more pain making her swallow her beast than you did by taking it.”
“I took her beast because I’m not powerful enough to make her swallow it, and because being forced to swallow it can hurt, a lot.”
“So I cause her more pain, and you come off the hero.”
If I hadn’t been exhausted, and aching from head to toe, I’d have told Richard to stop it, not to fight, but I was too tired. He’d slept over. He’d helped me with Marmee Noir. It had all been going so well. I didn’t want it to go badly. Damn it, damn it.
“I called her leopard, instead of letting Nathaniel do it, because I can do this.” He moved away enough so he wasn’t touching me, and then it was like magic. It was as if the black fur were tiny flames that spilled off and blew away in the wind of his power, and everywhere the black blew away there was skin underneath. Ev
eryone else looked as if they were being torn apart and remade, or pulled inside out when they shifted. The best you could hope for was to have the other body melt away and the beast, or the human, pull itself out of the other form. But Micah, Micah just changed. One minute leopardman, the next human again. If I hadn’t seen Chimera shift from one form to the other like water spilling back and forth between hands, I’d have said Micah was the best at shifting I’d ever seen.
Micah looked up at Richard. “Nathaniel would have been trapped in leopard form for hours.”
I couldn’t see Richard’s face because I was turned to Micah, and it seemed like too much effort to turn my head the other way. But I heard the disbelief in his voice. “It’s supposed to cost if you change back before six hours, sometimes longer. Aren’t you exhausted?”
“No,” Micah said.
“Are you disoriented at all?”
“I wouldn’t want to jump to my feet, but give me a few minutes and I’ll be fine.”
“I’ve never seen anyone who can shift back and forth like that.”
“I’ve seen one other who was better,” Micah said.
“Who?”
“Chimera,” and just saying it caused Micah’s face to take on that serious, sorrow-filled expression that I knew too well.
I reached up to touch his arm. I’d have liked to touch his face, but those extra inches seemed too much effort. He smiled down at me, as if he knew what even that small effort had cost.
A woman’s voice said, “If this guy could change shape easier than that, I’d have liked to meet him.”
Soledad came to stand over us. She wasn’t as tall as some of the guards, well under six feet, but from flat on the floor, she looked tall enough. She was slender but curvy, with hair cut boy short and dyed a shade of yellow that didn’t occur in nature. With the hair you’d expect more makeup, but she usually did lipstick and just enough liner to accent her brown eyes. She stared down at me with that look she usually had, like she thought something was funny and would laugh any minute. I’d realized a few days ago that it was her version of a blank face.
[Anita Blake 15] - The Harlequin Page 14
