The Killing Dance abvh-6

by Laurell Hamilton

  That stopped him for a second. He frowned, fishing his shoes out from under the bed. "They won't kill me."

  "Why not?" I asked.

  "Because if Marcus kills me outside the challenge circle, he doesn't retain leadership of the pack. It's like cheating. The pack would turn on him."

  "What if you accidentally died in a fight with someone else?"

  He was suddenly very interested in tying his shoes. "I can handle myself."

  "Meaning if someone else kills you in a legitimate fight, Marcus is off the hook, right?"

  He stood up. "I guess."

  "Raina is Marcus's mate, Richard. She's afraid you're going to kill him. This is a trap."

  He shook his head stubbornly. "If I call in the wolves on my side and we go over there in a mass, they'll be slaughtered. If I go over there alone, I may be able to talk my way through it."

  I leaned against the doorjamb and wanted to yell at him, but bit it back. "I'm going with you, Richard."

  "You have enough problems of your own."

  "Stephen risked his life to save mine once. I owe him. If you want to play politician, fine, but I want Stephen safe."

  "Going out where the assassin can find you isn't a smart idea, Anita."

  "We've been dating for months, Richard. If a professional assassin hits town, it won't take him long to find me here."

  He glared at me, jaw tight enough that I could see the small muscle on the side. "You'll kill someone if I take you."

  "Only if they need killing."

  He shook his head. "No killing."

  "Even to save my own life? Even to save Stephen's?"

  He looked away from me, then back, anger turning his dark eyes almost black. "Of course you can defend yourself."

  "Then I'm coming."

  "All right, for Stephen's sake." He didn't like saying it.

  "I'll get my jacket." I got the mini-Uzi out of the suitcase. It was amazingly small. I could have shot it with one hand, but for accuracy, I needed two. Though accuracy and machine guns were sort of mutually exclusive. You pointed it a little lower than you meant to hit and held on. Silver ammo, of course. I slid the strap over my right shoulder. It had a little clip that attached to my belt at the small of my back. The clip kept the Uzi from sliding all over the place, but left enough play for me to slide the gun out and fire it. The gun rode at the small of my back, which was irritating, but no matter what I told Richard, I was scared, and I wanted at least two guns with me. The police had the Browning. I didn't have a holster big enough for the sawed-off, not to mention it was illegal. Come to think of it, wasn't the machine gun? I had a permit to own it, but they didn't hand out carry permits for fully automatic weapons, not to civilians, anyway. If I got caught with it, I might be going to court after all.

  I put the jacket on and whirled around. The jacket was bulky enough that it didn't show. Amazing. The Firestar was more noticeable in its front-draw holster.

  My pulse was beating hard enough that I could feel it thrumming against my skin. I was scared. Richard was going to play politics with a bunch of werewolves. Shapeshifters didn't play politics much, they just killed you. But I owed Stephen, and I didn't trust Richard to save him. I'd do whatever it took to see him safe; Richard wouldn't. Richard would hesitate. It would almost surely get him killed one day. Tonight, for the first time, I realized it might get me killed.

  No way should we walk into one of Raina's little shows without more people. No way. Jean-Claude would never have tolerated Raina and Marcus's games. They'd be dead by now, and we'd all be safe. I would have trusted Jean-Claude at my back tonight. He wouldn't flinch. Of course, he'd have brought his own little army of vampires and made it a true battle. The shit could hit the fan tonight and be over before morning. Richard's way, we'd rescue Stephen, survive, escape, and Raina would still be alive. Nothing would be settled. It may have been civilized, but it was a bad way to stay alive.

  Richard was waiting by the front door, keys in hand, impatient. Couldn't blame him.

  "Stephen didn't say where he was. Do you know where they make the films?"

  "Yeah."

  I looked a question at him. "Raina took me to watch the filming a few times. She thought I'd overcome my shyness and join in."

  "You didn't." It wasn't a question.

  "Of course not. Let's go get Stephen." He held the door for me, and just this once I didn't tell him not to.

  7

  I expected Richard to drive into the city, to some disreputable warehouse in a seedy section of town. Instead, he drove further into Jefferson County. We drove down Old Highway 21 between soft, rolling hills, silvered in the moonlight. It was early May, and the trees were already thick with leaves.

  Woods hugged the sides of the road. An occasional house would break out of the trees, but for the most part, we were alone in the dark, as if the road stretched out forever and no other human had ever set foot on it.

  "What's the plan?" I asked.

  Richard glanced at me, then back to the road. "Plan?"

  "Yeah, a plan. If Raina's there, she won't be alone, and she won't like you taking Stephen."

  "Raina's the alpha female, the lupa. I'm not allowed to fight her."

  "Why not?"

  "An alpha male becomes Ulfric, wolf king, by killing the old leader, but the winner chooses the lupa."

  "So Raina didn't have to fight for her place?"

  "She didn't have to fight to be lupa, but she did have to fight to be the most dominant female in the pack."

  "You once told me that the pack considers me a dominant. What's the difference between being a dominant and being an alpha female? I mean, can I be an alpha?"

  "Alpha is the equivalent to being a master vampire, sort of," he said.

  "So what is a dominant?"

  "Anyone not pack, not lukoi, that's earned our respect. Jean-Claude is a dominant. He can't be more unless he becomes pack."

  "So you're alpha, but you're not pack leader."

  "We have about half a dozen alphas, male and female. I was Marcus's second in command, his Freki."

  "Freki is the name of one of Odin's wolves. Why would second wolf be named after something out of mythology?"

  "The pack is very old, Anita. Among ourselves, we are the lukoi. There can be two seconds, Freki and Geri."

  "Why the history lesson and the new vocabulary?"

  "To outsiders, we keep it simple. But I want you to know who and what we are."

  "Lukoi is Greek, right?"

  He smiled. "But do you know where it's from?"

  "No."

  "King Lykaon of Arcadia was a werewolf. He didn't try and hide it. We call ourselves the lukoi in his memory."

  "If you're not Freki anymore, what are you?"

  "Fenrir, challenger."

  "The giant wolf that kills Odin at Ragnarok."

  "I'm impressed, not many people would know that."

  "Two semesters of comparative religion," I said. "Can a woman be Ulfric?"

  "Yes, but it's rare."

  "Why?"

  "They'd have to win a knock-down drag-out physical battle. All the power in the world won't stop someone from pounding your face into the ground."

  I would have liked to argue, but I didn't. He was right. Not because I was female. Small men get their asses kicked, too. Size matters if both people are equally well trained.

  "Why don't the female alphas have to duke it out to win the top spot?"

  "Because the Ulfric and his lupa are a mating pair, Anita. He doesn't want to get stuck with a woman he can't stand."

  I looked at him. "Wait a minute. You're next in line to lead the pack. If you succeed Marcus, do you have to sleep with your lupa?"

  "Technically, yes."

  "Technically?" I said.

  "I won't choose one. I won't sleep with someone just so the pack can feel secure."

  "Glad to hear it," I said, "but does that jeopardize your standing in the pack?"

  He took a deep breath, and
I heard it sigh outward. "I have a lot of support among the pack, but some of them are bothered by my morals. They think I should pick a mate."

  "And you won't, because . . . of me?"

  He glanced at me. "That's a big part of it. It wouldn't be only one time, Anita. An alpha couple binds for life. It's like a marriage. They usually marry each other in real life, not just in the pack."

  "I can see why the pack leader gets to pick his mate."

  "I've picked my mate," Richard said.

  "But I'm not a werewolf."

  "No, but the pack considers you a dominant."

  "Only because I killed a few of them," I said.

  "Well, that does tend to impress them." He slowed down. There was a line of pine trees along the left-hand side of the road, too regular and too thick to be natural. He turned down a gravel driveway in the middle of them.

  The driveway curved downhill, and at the bottom of a shallow valley was a farmhouse. Hills thick with trees poured out around the house. If there had ever been fields, the forest had reclaimed them.

  The driveway opened into a small gravel lot that was crowded with cars, at least a dozen of them. Richard jerked the car into park and was out the door before I could unbuckle my seat belt. I had to run to catch up and was at his back just as he flung open the barn door. There was a thick wall of cloth hanging inside the door, not a curtain but more a barrier. Richard pulled it aside, and light flooded out around us. He stalked into that light, and I trailed after him.

  There were lights everywhere, hanging from the rafters like large, ugly fruit. About twenty people stood around the open interior of the barn. Two cameras were trained on a set, made up of two walls and a king-size bed. Two cameramen were sort of draped on the cameras, waiting. A long table thick with take-out bags and cold pizza was set near the entrance. Over a dozen people were clustered around the food. They glanced at us as we entered. A handful of humans looked hurriedly away and began inching back. The lycanthropes stared, their eyes almost motionless, intent. I suddenly knew what it must feel like to be a gazelle near a lion pack.

  At least two-thirds of the people in the barn were shape-shifters. Probably, they weren't all werewolves. I couldn't tell what animal they might be by looking, but I knew they were all shapeshifters. Their energy burned through the air like a hint of lightning. Even with the Uzi, if things went wrong, I was in trouble. I was suddenly angry with Richard. We shouldn't have come alone like this. It was too careless for words.

  A woman stepped out of the group. She had what looked like an industrial-strength makeup kit on her shoulder. Her dark hair was shaved close to her head, leaving a very pretty face open and clean, without a drop of makeup on it.

  She moved uncertainly towards us as if afraid she'd get bitten. The air vibrated around her, a tiny shimmer, as though reality was just a little less firm than it should be around her. Lycanthrope. I wasn't sure what flavor, but that really didn't matter. Whatever the flavor, they were dangerous.

  "Richard," she said. She stepped away from the watching crowd, small hands running up and down the strap of her bag. "What are you doing here?"

  "You know why I'm here, Heidi," he said. "Where's Stephen?"

  "They aren't going to hurt him," she said. "I mean, his brother's here. His own brother wouldn't let him get hurt, would he?"

  "Sounds like you're trying to convince yourself, not us," I said.

  Her eyes flicked to me. "You must be Anita Blake." She glanced behind at the watchers at her back. "Please, Richard, just go." The aura of energy around her was vibrating harder, almost a visible shimmer in the air. It prickled along my skin like ants.

  Richard reached out towards her.

  Heidi flinched but stood her ground.

  Richard smoothed his hand just above her face, not quite touching her skin. As he moved his hand, the energy around her quieted, like water calming. "It's all right, Heidi. I know the situation Marcus has put you in. You want to join another pack, but he has to give permission. To get his permission, you do what he says, or you're trapped. Whatever happens, I won't hold it against you."

  The anxiety seeped away. Her otherworldly energy quieted until it was barely there at all. She might have passed for human.

  "Very impressive." A man stepped forward. He was at least six foot four, maybe an inch taller, his head bald as an egg, only his eyebrows showing dark above pale eyes. His black T-shirt strained over the muscles in his arms and chest, as if the shirt was the skin of an insect about to split and let loose the monster. Energy boiled off him like summer heat. He moved with the confident strut of a bully, and the power crawling over my skin said he might be able to back it up.

  "He's new," I said.

  "This is Sebastian," Richard said. "He joined us after Alfred died."

  "He's Marcus's new enforcer," Heidi whispered. She stepped back, halfway between the two men, her back to the curtain we'd entered through.

  "I challenge you, Richard. I want to be Freki."

  Just like that, the trap was sprung.

  "We are both alpha, Sebastian. We don't have to do anything to prove that."

  "I want to be Freki, and I need to beat you to do it."

  "I'm Fenrir now, Sebastian. You can be Marcus's Freki without fighting me."

  "Marcus says no, says I have to go through you."

  Richard took a step forward.

  "Don't fight him," I said.

  "I have to answer challenge."

  I stared at Sebastian. Richard is not a small man, but he looked small beside Sebastian. Richard wouldn't back down to save himself. But for someone else . . . "And if you get killed, where does that leave me?" I asked.

  He looked at me then, really looked at me. He turned back to Sebastian. "I want safe passage for Anita."

  Sebastian grinned and shook his head. "She's dominant. No safe passage. She takes her chances like the rest of us."

  "She can't accept challenge, she's human."

  "When you're dead, we'll make her one of us," Sebastian said.

  "Raina has forbidden us to make Anita lukoi," Heidi said.

  The glare that Sebastian gave her made her cringe against the curtain door. Her eyes were round with fear.

  "Is that true?" Richard asked.

  "It's true," Sebastian growled. "We can kill her, but we can't make her pack." He grinned, a brief flash of teeth. "So we'll just kill her."

  I drew the Firestar, using Richard's body to shield the movement from the lycanthropes. We were in trouble. Even with the Uzi, I couldn't kill them all. If Richard would kill Sebastian, we might salvage the situation, but he'd try not to kill him. The other shapeshifters watched us with patient, eager eyes. This had been the plan all along. There had to be a way out.

  I had an idea. "Are all Marcus's enforcers assholes?"

  Sebastian turned to me. "Was that an insult?"

  "If you have to ask, then indeedy-do, it was."

  "Anita," Richard said, low and careful, "what are you doing?"

  "Defending myself," I said.

  His eyes widened, but he didn't take his glance from the big werewolf. Richard understood. There was no time to argue about it. Sebastian took a step forward, big hands balled into fists. He tried to step around Richard to get to me. Richard moved in front of him. He put out his hand, palm outward like he had with Heidi, and that roiling energy damped down, spilling out like water from a broken cup. I'd never seen anything like it. Calming Heidi was one thing. Forcing a lycanthrope to swallow such power was something else.

  Sebastian took a step back, almost a stagger. "You bastard."

  "You are not strong enough to challenge me, Sebastian. Don't ever forget that," Richard said. His voice was still calm, with the barest hint of anger underneath. It was a reasonable voice, a voice for negotiating.

  I stood behind Richard with the Firestar held at my side, as unobtrusive as I could make it. The fight was off, and my little show of bravado hadn't been needed. I'd underestimated Richard's power. I'd a
pologize later.

  "Now, where is Stephen?" Richard asked.

  A slender black man stalked towards us, moving like a dancer in a shimmering wash of his own energy. His hair was braided in shoulder-length cornrows with colored beads worked into them. His features were small and neat, his skin a rich solid brown. "You may be able to control us one at a time, Richard, but not all at once."

  "You were kicked out of your last pack for being a troublemaker, Jamil," Richard said. "Don't make the same mistake twice."

  "I won't. Marcus will win this fight because you are a fucking bleeding heart. You still don't get it, Richard. We aren't the Young Republicans." Jamil stopped about eight feet back. "We are a pack of werewolves, and we aren't human. Unless you accept that, you are going to die."

  Sebastian stepped back to stand beside Jamil. The rest of the lycanthropes moved up behind the two men. Their combined energy flowed outward, filling the room like warm water with piranha in it. The power bit along my skin like tiny electric shocks. It rose in my throat until it was hard to breathe, and the hair on my head stood at attention.

  "Will you be pissed if I kill some of them?" I asked. My voice sounded squeezed and harsh. I moved closer to Richard, but had to step back. His power poured over me like something alive. It was impressive, but there were twenty lycanthropes on the other side, and it wasn't that impressive.

  A scream shattered the silence, and I jumped.

  "Anita," Richard said.

  "Yeah."

  "Go get Stephen."

  "That was him screaming?" I asked.

  "Go get him."

  I looked at the mass of lycanthropes and said, "You can handle this?"

  "I can hold them."

  "You can't hold us all," Jamil said.

  "Yes," Richard said, "I can."

  The scream sounded again, higher, more urgent. The sound came from deeper in the barn where it had been divided into rooms. There was a makeshift hallway. I started towards it, then hesitated. "Will you be pissed if I kill people?"

  "Do what you have to do," he said. His voice had grown low, with an edge of growl to it.

  "If she kills Raina with a gun, she still won't be your lupa," Jamil said.