She’d insisted upon a double protection circle – an inner one for Gan, and an outer one for the rest of us just in case the munchkin was little more than a distraction for an impending attack. While her sisters weaved their spells, Christy handed Gan two blades: a regular kitchen knife she’d purloined from my utensil drawer and a silvered dagger.
Gan, either understanding our precautions or playing along, objected to none of it.
I stood back near the edge holding Tom while all this went on. Sheila stood nearby, just past the outer circle, her powers being incompatible with the witches’. Though she assured me her aura was more than sufficient protection should anything go wrong, I still kept close. If something was going to happen, it would almost certainly be to the odd man – or woman – out in the group.
Finally, the prep work was finished. A bright column of purplish energy flared up around Gan, presumably trapping her where she was. A similar, if less brilliant, flash of light rose up around the perimeter of the outer circle, enclosing the rest of us in what I hoped was the real-life equivalent of a Protection from Evil spell.
Just for kicks, I tapped my finger against it, feeling a slight crackle of energy as if what was there was solid.
“Can you not do that?” Christy asked.
“Sorry.”
“Dumbass,” Sally said under her breath.
Christy turned back to Gan and indicated the two knives.
Gan, seeming to know what she meant, rolled up both of her sleeves. She took the first and cut a deep furrow in one wrist, then followed it up by several more slashes further up her arm. The cuts bled for a moment or two, then closed up. Definitely not a Jahabich.
“Now the other,” Christy said.
Gan repeated the act with the silvered blade.
I waited for the fireworks. Silver possessed some weird incompatibility to vampire blood, the mix causing our insides to ignite like magnesium in water. In addition to hurting like fuck all, it also had the added effect of retarding our healing for a time.
However, the cuts on her arm bled normally, same as before, closing up just as quickly.
“Interesting,” Gan said. “I had not expected that. One more benefit of the change.”
The change?
“You sure that’s not some cheap silver-plated knockoff?” Sally asked Christy.
“It’s a solid silver athame,” she replied while still facing Gan. “Please hand them over, hilt first.”
Gan expertly spun the knives around so she was holding the blades. She held them out and their handles passed through the magical barrier. Christy stepped forward and took them. She then turned toward me. “If you will.”
“If I will what?”
“It’s time to take the Pepsi Challenge, genius,” Sally said, causing Kelly and Meg to snort laughter.
Oh that. Yeah, I guess that would be the ultimate test of whether Gan was a rocky abomination. I was also the only one in the room, maybe the world, who could ingest vamp blood without hurling chunks.
I reached out and took the non-silver knife from Christy. No point in risking cutting my tongue and ending up with the equivalent of high-caliber Pop Rocks going off in my mouth.
“I would urge caution, my love,” Gan said, drawing more snickers from the witches. They were still new to this circus. “I do not know if any incompatibilities were created in the process.”
Well, that was disturbingly vague.
I glanced around and noticed all eyes were on me. Of course. “Um, the fire extinguisher is under the sink just in case anyone needs to know.” I touched the tip of my tongue to the blood-streaked blade. I waited a moment for something bad to happen. When it became apparent my face wasn’t going to blow off, I took a longer lick, then – before I could think of any of the thousand reasons why this was fucking stupid – swallowed.
Hmm, there was something ... different about it. I’d tasted my fair share of both vamp and human blood in the past year and this wasn’t either. It wasn’t far off, though. It almost tasted, it was hard to say, fizzy. Like vamp blood, but carbonated. It left a tingle on the tongue, which was to say much better than a fireball.
Then it hit my gut and there came the familiar bloom of heat, the feeling of my body supercharging itself. My strength increased, more than tripling, and with it my senses. Also, if everything else about Gan’s blood held true...
Multiple voices asked if I was okay. In response, I crossed to the other side of the room faster than most of them could blink.
“Over here,” I said as heads all whipped around to my new location. Well, except for Sally’s. She’d seen that parlor trick before and didn’t seem nearly as impressed as the others. “She’s still a vampire.”
“In that, my love,” Gan replied, “I must respectfully disagree.”
RISE OF THE DAY SPAWN
“Huh? What does that mean?” I asked. “What happened to you? How did you escape? How are you not dust? Is Ed okay? Is...”
“If you will please allow me, beloved,” Gan interrupted, “I will answer what I can.”
Okay, maybe I’d gotten a bit carried away there. “Fine, let’s start with that last one. My roommate, my friend Ed. We still need to save him, stop them from doing whatever they had planned. Please tell me there’s still time.”
“I am sorry to say that you are far too late.”
“What?!”
“His fate has already been met out.”
Her words hit me like a chair to the face. “That can’t be right. I mean, there has to be some sort of ritual or something. There’s always a ritual. The moon has to be full, the stars aligned ... something, so that we can swoop in at the last moment. That’s how things are supposed to work.”
Silence met my rant for a moment and I looked around the room to see sadness and pity on everyone’s faces. Everyone’s, that is, except Gan’s.
“I am not aware that things work in any such manner. Ib completed the ritual, as you call it, mere hours after collapsing the Boston prefecture. Wisely so, in my opinion. She is no fool.”
“So Ed is...”
“Fully realized.”
“Wait, does that mean dead?”
“No.”
“But you said...”
“Exactly what I said. She forced him to drink human blood, just as Vehron had been about to when I disrupted his plans.”
I opened my mouth, but Sally spoke up first. “Let those of us who speak human take a turn.” Then to Gan, she asked, “So what happened after they gave him the blood?”
Gan, for her part, seemed nonplussed. She clasped her hands behind her back and appeared quite relaxed for someone in a magical prison. “He became as us, except not so. Ib referred to him as a purified strain.”
“A purified strain.” Sally rolled the words over her tongue for a moment. “Of vampire?”
“And what were you doing while all of this was happening?” Christy asked.
“Obeying as I had been compelled to, witch. Ib’s mind is like no other I have ever encountered. My father used to compel me often so that I might learn to resist the wishes of my elders. I dare say, even the Wanderer might find himself hard pressed to command me. Not that he would dare.”
“Focus, Gan.”
“I am quite focused, my love, I can assure you. Ib’s power, however, is immense. I could not even begin to fight her control. I suspect the same was true of any she had abducted. We were slaves to her will. But, slave or not, I was never compelled to forget and so have full recollection of all the events that transpired.”
“Okay,” Sheila said, her voice somewhat muffled from her place outside of the magical barrier. “Let’s focus on the important part. Ed is still alive, in a manner of speaking. No offense.”
“None taken,” I replied. “I assume he’s one of Ib’s slaves now, too?”
“You assume incorrect, Dr. Death,” Gan said. “Your friend may not be the most impressive specimen of our kind I have ever seen, but he remains quite immune
to Ib’s compulsions.”
“He’s still immune?” I asked, amazed. Following his miraculous, and somewhat confusing, resurrection at Sheila’s hands, Ed had changed. On the outside, he was still the same disaffected guy he’d always been, but there’d been two little tidbits that stood out. His blood had somehow been infused with faith magic, making it deadly to vampires. Secondly, he seemed not only unaffected by vampiric compulsions, but pretty oblivious to them. Wish I could have said the same. Though I couldn’t be controlled, they were like a sonic boom going off in my head.
“It was as if he did not even hear her commands,” Gan confirmed.
“Sweet. So if she couldn’t control him, then why didn’t he...?”
“I did not say she could not control him. Though unique, once the change was complete, your friend appeared to have no more power than any other of the freshly turned. Surrounded by enemies, in the presence of our progenitor and trapped far below ground, where was he to go? No, Ib was not so easily thwarted. The best your friend seemed able to do was utilize his somewhat colorful knowledge of metaphor. Tell me, my love, what is a twat-waffle?”
“Um, it’s an American breakfast specialty.”
Exasperated sighs from around the room met my lame answer.
“Though I need no sustenance other than blood, if you enjoy these twat-waffles, then I would be pleased to sample them, beloved.”
“Uh, sure. After we’re done, I’ll grill some right up.”
“Much as I’d love to continue discussing the breakfast habits of the sad and pathetic, can we please keep some focus here?” Sally asked. “I didn’t get nearly enough beauty sleep today for tangents.”
“On that I would agree, whore,” Gan casually remarked.
One of my kitchen chairs sailed across the room to shatter harmlessly against the magical barrier surrounding Gan. The little freak, for her part, didn’t even blink.
“Hey!” I cried. “Can we not do that to my furniture? Do you know how hard it is to find matching replacements?”
“Have you tried the bargain bin at IKEA?” Sally asked contemptuously.
“Where do you think we got it to begin with?” Tom answered.
We so needed to find a different gathering place than my apartment. It was surely easier than investing in cast iron furniture.
“Okay, so Ed was turned into some sort of vampire that can’t be controlled, but this Ib chick had her goons to keep him in line anyway,” Meg said, ignoring all of the inane chatter and, thankfully, steering us back on course. “How does this explain you? I haven’t been dealing with vamps for too long, but one thing I do know for certain is that sunlight seriously fucks with their day.”
Gan’s eyes barely twitched in her direction. “Up until recently, I might have considered agreeing with you, witch. I am quite learned in our history, and for as long as our kind have existed, we have been a species consigned to the darkness. So far as I am aware, The Destroyer was the only one of our kind with any sort of natural tolerance and he, being a Freewill, was obviously a unique specimen. Those he sired did not inherit this ability.”
“Sucks to be them,” I commented.
“Once, long ago, it was considered the highest honor to be turned by a Freewill, my love.”
“And then Bill arrived,” Sally added.
I casually flipped a middle finger her way, then turned my focus back to Gan. “So, Ed; can he...?”
“I do not know. As I believe I have already mentioned, we were deep underground in the Jahabich lair. Though she appeared interested in the limits of your friend’s power, at no point that I am aware of did she bring him up to the surface. I have little doubt she realized the risk in doing so.”
I glanced around the room and saw the same knowing look being returned. Much as I hated to admit it, Gan was right. Taking Ed out of her personal Fortress of Solitude would have been just the move we needed to locate and confront her, a move she’d denied us. Calibra was old beyond imagining, and one didn’t get that old by being stupid. “So where do you come into all of this?”
“Ib wasted no time in testing your friend’s new abilities, including his viability as a sire. She had no shortage of human thralls to pick from, but she also wished to test against one who was already of our kind.”
“But why you?” Sheila asked.
“I am not privy to her thoughts on the matter, but if I were in her position, I would have chosen a vampire of advanced, but not extreme age. Such a test subject would potentially yield a more powerful convert, but if the experiment failed, it would not have wasted her most potent troops.”
“Makes sense.”
“Additionally,” Gan continued, turning toward me, “her position within the Boston Prefecture no doubt gave her access to all of their considerable intelligence. She would most likely know of our mutual fondness for one another, beloved.”
“Uh, yeah. About the definition of mutual...”
“She would know that an emotion as strong as love is a potential factor in overcoming a compulsion.” I was starting to fidget uncomfortably now. “In addition, you have proven yourself a thorn in her side. Those factors combined, I could see how she might think I would be more expendable than some of the others under her control. If her experiment failed, then you would be injured. If it succeeded, she could command me to infiltrate your forces.”
“And yet here you are,” Christy said, an edge working its way into her voice.
“Indeed,” Gan replied with an increasingly creepy smile. “And Ib would have certainly foreseen the use of these precautions, as you might call them, thus rendering them impotent to one sent to act as spy ... or assassin.”
She lifted her hands and began to press against the purple energy around her, causing sparks to fly. “Of course, she would have chosen the latter, for there is no need to have eyes and ears amongst your foes when they are already dead.”
PINT-SIZED PROBLEMS
“Fortunately, that did not come to pass,” Gan finished, lowering her now charred hands back to her side.
There was a momentary beat of stunned silence in the room. If that was Gan’s idea of a joke, then her sense of humor needed serious work. I could very well imagine Christy and her friends deciding to incinerate her on her poor sense of drama alone.
“What happened?” I quickly asked.
“Ib chose me and a human thrall. Your roommate was forced to feed upon us both. I remember there being pain, much worse than I am accustomed to, almost as if fire had been injected into my veins. As this was occurring, Ib commanded me to return to her once I awakened.”
“Then what?”
“Then, beloved, I died for the second time in my long life.”
“Wait. What do you mean?”
“Shh,” Sally hissed. “Shut up. This is the good part. Go on, Gan. Tell us about you being dead. Gives us all something to strive for.”
Gan raised an eyebrow toward her but simply said, “For a time, I knew nothing. It was disconcerting, not at all pleasant.” She then looked my way again, her eyes gleaming. “But I held on to my memory of you. So long as you walk this earth, I knew I would find my way back to you.”
“Awww, that’s sweet,” Veronica replied.
“Yeah, if this were a Harlequin Romance, maybe,” I groused, “and I was someone else.”
“I awoke to a strange warmth,” Gan continued, ignoring us. “At first, I thought a fire must have been set nearby, but as I gradually came to, I saw the light beyond my closed eyelids. I realized it was the sun shining down upon me, such a long forgotten memory.”
“Bet that freaked you the fuck out,” Tom said.
“Should the time of my death arrive, I shall face it with the dignity of one of my lineage. I accepted my fate and calmly waited to be consumed. But, as I believe is testament to my being here, that did not happen.”
“So what did?” Sally asked, a note of impatience in her voice. It seemed the good part was over for her.
“I sat up
to find myself and the human thrall on a hillside clearing just beyond a cave entrance. It was apparent that while we slumbered, we’d been carried up to the surface and left there.”
“Harsh,” Tom said.
“And ultimately foolish,” Gan replied. “Perhaps Ib’s first real mistake. Not only were we still alive under the glare of the sun, but her voice was gone from my mind. Her compulsion was erased. My will was my own again. I have no doubt it was a side effect she did not anticipate.”
“So you and the thrall decided to hightail it outta there?”
“I am uncertain what ‘hightail’ means, beloved, but I alone sought to make contact with those loyal to me so as to find you. As for the thrall, I dispatched him.”
“Wait, why?”
“Though free of Ib’s compulsion, he’d no doubt been conditioned by her much longer. There was a fair chance his will was still subservient to hers. Rather than test that resolve, I thought it best to eliminate the potential loose end. Fortunately, I still retained the power of one my age, whereas he possessed strength commensurate to his own. It was over within seconds.”
Somehow, I didn’t find that surprising. I was more of a live and let live type of guy. She leaned more toward dusting anyone who didn’t have immediate use to her. In this case, though, perhaps it was the smarter choice. “So Calibra doesn’t know what happened?”
“At the time, mayhap. However, I would consider it a near certainty for her to try the experiment again, perhaps with greater precautions.”
Sally leaned forward, seemingly interested again. “So you can’t be compelled?”
Before Gan could answer, though, I jumped ahead of the queue. “Alex and the Draculas – do they know?”
Gan laughed, the sound high and musical as if she found my question genuinely amusing. “Do you think for even a moment that he would tolerate my existence – a vampire he cannot control? Even if he did, I would still be tainted in his eyes from my time with Ib. He would no doubt think I was still under her control and thus incapable of being trusted.”
“Oh, so you came straight here from...”
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