Once Grulg was down to eye-level, Alex bitch-slapped him for good measure. The sound was like a crack of thunder in the enclosed space. Grulg’s head whipped to the side and he spat out a tooth. Ooh!
With that, Alex turned and walked back to his lounge chair. “Know that each of my brothers and sisters is capable of the same. I say this so you know that escape is impossible. Have I made myself clear?”
Grulg stared at Alex with hateful eyes, but Alex stared right back until Grulg broke contact.
Finally, acknowledging that he’d been beaten, Grulg said, “T’lunta clear.”
“Good. That was not so hard, was it? Remember your station and this need not end badly.” He then addressed Colin. “You said he was with the Freewill, did you not?”
“Yes, my lord.”
Here it comes.
As expected, Alex turned my way, that bemused look reappearing upon his chiseled mug. “Please enlighten us, Freewill. I always look forward to your unique take on circumstances.”
I was sorely tempted to tell him to take a flying fuck off the nearest church steeple at high noon. Instead, I told him the truth ... or at least a heavily edited version. Hey, I was trying to cover my ass. Discussing the unsanctioned peace conference was probably best saved for another day.
I told them of how Sally and I had been captured by the Jahabich during our time in Vegas. How Grulg was a fellow prisoner with whom I’d formed a temporary truce in order to escape.
“Calling upon the provisions of the Humbaba Accord despite it being in abeyance?” Alex asked. “Resourceful.”
“Grulg should have died,” the Sasquatch moaned. “Then at least T’lunta die, too.”
Colin waved a hand and one of his people jabbed Grulg with a cattle prod, shutting him up.
“That will be enough, Prefect,” Alex said well after the fact. Quite the merciful fellow. “If I may be presumptuous for a moment, Freewill, shall I assume you and this creature followed separate routes to freedom?”
“Bingo,” I replied. “We caved in our escape tunnel with explosives, but I’m willing to bet monkey boy here hadn’t thought that far ahead.”
“And why are we just now learning you have seen the lair of the enemy with your own two eyes?” Gaius asked. That guy was starting to annoy me a bit. He’d been mostly silent during our trial, but now seemed to find his voice. Apparently someone shit in his cornflakes this morning and he was here to take it out on the rest of us.
“For starters, at the time, we didn’t realize the significance of it. I mean, the Jahabich incursions up to that point had mostly been localized. Later on, well, we were busy being tried for our lives and then carrying out our sentence. Nobody seemed particularly interested in seeing our vacation photos while that was all going on.”
“I am not Alexander, boy. I do not find you amusing. You would be well advised to mind your tone.”
I mulled that over for a moment. The safe thing to do would be to apologize respectfully. But there was no safe anymore, not really.
The dull anger that had been threatening to take over reared itself in the back of my head. There was no way I was letting it out now. Not with this crowd. Even with Dr. Death’s power, that was a losing strategy. But I let some of it seep in regardless.
“How about you mind my dick and use it to go fuck yourself instead?”
And with that, all eyes in the room were on me. Ah, gotta love the spotlight.
* * *
Stunned silence met my response. Heck, from the look on Gaius’s face, you’d have thought I’d walked up, dropped my pants, and cock-slapped him right there.
Even Sheila’s mouth was agape.
I realized I probably should keep going. If I insulted this asshole and left it at that, I was dead. A cherry needed to be put on top, one that ensured I walked out of here alive – a position I’d just put into considerable peril.
Throwing Sheila a quick wink, I turned to the front of the room before they could sentence me to immediate execution. “Let’s get something straight, guys. You’re the ruling council, I accept that. But right now, I’m under protection of truce and the reason for that is because you need me.”
“Need I remind you, Freewill, the truce you speak of was between the Shining One, the Templar, and a small coven of Magi,” Alex said. That infuriatingly bemused grin was still on his face, so that meant I probably had a few seconds to dig myself out. “You were simply its proctor. However, in light of the recent actions of the Magi, I may need to rethink...”
“My friends aren’t a part of that,” I interrupted. “They want to stop Ib as much as any of us.”
“How can we know this?”
“You can’t,” I replied, steeling myself. “But I can. They’re my friends. They won’t betray us. That is, unless something happens to me. You want to kill me for mouthing off, fine, but if you do, you’re guaranteed they’ll be standing against you.”
“And what of it?” Zyra scoffed. “Are you seriously trying to tell us that Ib the First cannot be vanquished without the help of a handful of children?”
Again, I turned Sheila’s way. She gave me a supportive nod to go on. I wondered if she’d have done so if she knew I was making this shit up as I went.
“I’m not going to pretend we’re going to march in there and win singlehandedly. But I do know one thing. I’m the Freewill. I’m the lone vampire on this planet who is capable of fully resisting her will.”
Yeah, between Gan and Ed, that was bullshit, but the devil was always in the details.
“Standing by my side is the Icon, the only person alive who Ib’s magic can’t touch. Our allies are the Templar, and though you may scoff at them as little more than mere humans, they are warriors devoted to their God. They bring...”
Someone coughed. I turned my head and saw it was Colin. What the fuck? Was he making “Bullshit” sounds into his hand? What a prick.
“Anyway, the Templar bring with them the power of faith, a potent weapon against our foe. Finally, there are the Magi. Though they are small in number compared to those who now fight for Ib, they are wise to the ways of their people, a strategic advantage you’d be foolish to turn away.”
Damn, that went better than I thought it would. Even I was impressed by the bullshit I was able to spew when I got my panties in a bunch.
“Well said, Freewill,” Alex replied after a moment. “You do put forth a compelling argument. But even so, I believe you may be overstating your importance to this mission. Still, I will allow this presumption if the others agree.”
“You would let this lout insult us and pay no price?” Gaius roared. He stood and pointed a finger my way. “Are we not the First? Are we not above reproach?”
“I take it you do not agree?” Alex asked, his tone even.
“I would have this fool’s life. We have survived for over half a millennium without the Freewills. Their time has passed. We no longer need them. Let us send this child to whatever Hell the rest of his kind now rot in.”
“You do that and you’re fucked,” I shot back. Hmm, perhaps not the most eloquent way of putting things, but sometimes you gotta play to your strengths. “I meant, you can kill me if you want. I doubt I could stop you.”
“You doubt...”
“Fine, I highly doubt it. Whatever.” I remembered a passage Dave had once read us when we were about to assault the Ice Troll Fortress at Frozen Corpse Pass. “But the truth remains, you will only be sealing the pact of your own doom if you follow this dark path.”
“You think yourself that important?” Zyra asked.
“Let him finish,” Yehoshua said. “I am intrigued by this show of fortitude.”
“Thanks,” I replied. “It’s simple. I don’t think I’m that important in the grand scheme of things. I’m just a programmer from Brooklyn who got caught up in all of this. Fate, however, seems to think differently. You are all aware of the prophecy, yes?”
The various members of the Draculas mumbled among themse
lves for a moment – all except Alex, who continued to stare at me with his mismatched eyes. I caught some movement in my periphery and saw I even had the blind weirdo’s attention. He’d actually moved forward, his head cocked as if listening. Made sense. After all, he and his asshole buddies had been the ones to make the stupid prophecy in the first place.
“It states,” I continued, “and I paraphrase, that in the very last days of this war, the Icon and Freewill will do battle. Winner takes all. I win, and the world is cloaked in darkness. She wins, and goodness, light, and baby bunny rabbits prevail.” Okay, maybe that was spreading it on a bit thick.
Gan had already pointed out that was complete rubbish. Alex had also once confided in me that he’d manipulated events so as to make them match the prophecy. The rest of this group, however, I was willing to bet weren’t privy to those plans.
Time to see if my bluff skill was up to snuff.
I stepped forward, addressing Gaius ... fucking stupid name anyway. “I can see you know what I’m talking about. Well, genius, kill me now if you want, but if you do, you’re handing victory to the Icon. Vehron is dead. I’m the last Freewill. Without me, it’ll be sunshine and happiness, and the rest of the First Coven can thank you for that. So what’s it gonna be, Baltar? I ain’t got all day to die.”
And there it was. I’d either cemented my rep for any doubters present or given them a nice epitaph to put on whatever urn they swept me into.
THE GATHERING STORM
Gaius was fit to be tied. I don’t think any vamp had ever mouthed off to the assembled Draculas in recorded history and lived to tell the tale.
And you could be sure as shit I was gonna tell people. No way was Sally not getting an earful of this. Even better, I had a witness to back me up.
The rest of the room stared in wide-eyed silence. It kinda made me sad I’d sent Tom away. He might’ve been a doofus, but he appreciated the awesomeness of knocking assholes down a peg. Oh well, spilt milk and all that bullshit.
I continued to stand there unmolested as the seconds drew themselves out, all eyeballs on me – albeit not all of them friendly.
Finally, Alex turned toward the back. “Seer of the Mists, what say you?”
The hooded weirdo stepped slightly forward from the shadows.
“Yeah, about that,” I said. “Why exactly is Sierra Mist here again? I thought he and his buddies were all about sucking fumes in their cave.”
Alex’s frown turned upside down. “It is interesting that you bring up the prophecy in your defense, Freewill, because that is exactly why he is present. It is the seers’ belief as well that the time of prophecy is nigh. Though it goes against the edicts of his order, he has requested to be present so as to record its passing. I allowed such.”
I gave him a thumbs up, then promptly shut it as the blind guy began to speak in his dead language, pausing to cackle with every other breath. There was a dude with a serious case of the crazies.
After a few minutes of this, Alex said, “The seer and I are in agreement that the Freewill makes a convincing argument. Mind you, it is ONE NONE HERE SHALL EVER SPEAK OF!!”
The compulsion hit me in the face like a pile driver. I flew back into a group of Colin’s people, scattering them like dominos. When my vision cleared enough for me to look up again, I saw Alex standing over me.
“While I commend you for your rousing speech and surprisingly impeccable logic, I think we can all agree that word of this spreading would be counterproductive. The First are above reproach, after all.”
I had a feeling another compulsion like that at close range would knock me out cold, so I simply nodded. Fine, let the babies have their bottle.
Alex took his seat as if the last few minutes hadn’t happened. “I believe you were telling us about the Grendel, were you not?”
* * *
Alex wasn’t stupid by any stretch of the imagination. He was able to put two and two together. Obviously, my goal in tracking down Grulg had been to learn how to find Calibra again. I shared this information, thus keeping my end of the bargain. Thankfully, he chose not to question that.
“Prefect Kennelsbeth claims you seemed to be on amicable terms with the Grendel,” Alex said.
I stepped forward, keeping about ten feet between me and Grulg. “It was a necessary ruse to...”
Grulg suddenly snarled and pulled at his restraints. “Enemy of the peace!” he bellowed. “Enemy forever! Die, T’lunta!” There came a groan of metal and, amazingly, he managed to break one of his arms free.
Though his legs were still shackled, he was able to bend his knees enough to launch himself at me before his handlers could get him under control. He cocked his free fist back so as to smash me into pulp.
This was gonna hurt.
I was right, but in a different way.
While everyone else had been transfixed by what was happening, save the Draculas who probably thought they were too good to help me, Sheila dove forward for the save ... sorta.
She stepped in between me and Grulg and ignited her aura.
Grulg screamed in pain as the resulting crackle of power caught us both. It was a glancing blow, but I nevertheless found myself hurtling through the air. Thankfully, my fall was broken by someone unlucky enough to have been in the way.
Before I could breathe a sigh of relief, a clawed hand grabbed hold of my throat and flung me nearly the length of the room. I slammed into a kitchen cabinet hard enough to turn it into kindling and then crashed to the floor, dazed.
“Enough!” a voice roared, rudely rousing me from the dreamland I’d been headed toward. “Remove that beast from this place now. We will extract what we need from him afterwards.”
The cobwebs began to clear and I realized it was Alex speaking. Hope he wasn’t talking about me, because that would just be plain rude.
“Bill! Are you okay?” asked a voice that was definitely not Alex’s. “I’m so sorry.”
Sheila stepped to my side a moment later and helped me extract myself from a pile of Tupperware bowls. “Never a matching lid when you need one.”
“What?”
“Huh?” I asked her, then shook my head. “Never mind. Thanks for the assist.”
“I didn’t mean to blast you.” She lowered her voice. “Or knock you into that Gaius fellow.”
That figured. Asshole had probably considered it a gift from heaven. He’d gotten his pound of flesh. Hopefully that made him happy for the moment. “Grulg?” I asked.
“Angry, but alive.”
I nodded, and got back to my feet just in time to see him being dragged out. He looked pretty singed, and pissed as all hell, but he was definitely still kicking. Once again, I had to remind myself it was either him or Ed.
A few minutes later found me standing in front of the Draculas again, a new chair having been procured for Gaius, who continued to stare venomously at me. Guess he wanted two pounds of flesh.
“You alone defeated the Grendel?” Yehoshua asked as I finished telling Alex how I lured Grulg here under false pretenses.
“My friend Sally helped.”
Alex leaned forward. “Where is she?”
“Not here.”
He and I locked eyes. It was a losing proposition for me and I knew it. I never could hold someone’s gaze without laughing, even as a child. Still, I tried.
“Tell me...”
“This Grendel,” Zyra said, interrupting Alex. “He is one of their war chiefs, is he not?”
“I ... guess so.”
“His name?”
“Grulg.”
“Interesting. Prior to our arrival here, I received some inquiries on him through our diplomatic channels.”
“Diplomatic channels?” Alex replied. “I thought they had been severed.”
“They had been. They were re-opened without warning, questioning why he had been taken hostage.”
Uh oh.
“Questioning?” Alex asked. “They do realize we are in a state of war, do they not?�
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“I did not have a chance to request clarification,” Zyra replied. “Our mission here took priority.”
“Just as well,” Alex replied dismissively.
“They know,” I said, sensing a potential opportunity.
“Know what, Freewill?”
“Grulg’s a loyal soldier,” I explained. “I learned that much up in the Woods of Mourning. He’s all into their dogma.”
“And we should care why?” Kathryn asked.
“We shouldn’t,” I replied, “except that whatever he knew, he no doubt told his superiors. Think about it. They just signed the Magi to their side, a big win if ever there was one. Well, the mages didn’t join up because of any hippie shit involving nature.”
Alex nodded. “Our intelligence suggests Ib revealed her presence to Magi covens a few days ago.”
I hesitated for a moment, not really wanting to divulge more than I should, but then remembered the minions here had all been compelled to forget everything. As for the Dracs, hopefully Alex had brought them up to speed. If not, they were about to get a crash course.
“Calibra, Ib, the White Mother ... all the same person. We know this, but I’m willing to bet she omitted the Ib part when she revealed herself to all those mages. She had to know doing that would make it less the second coming and more a remake of Fright Night.”
“Yes, Freewill. As I said, we had surmised as much.”
“That’s why the Feet are asking about Grulg. He knows how to find Ib. The Feet know we have him. What he knows jeopardizes their new alliance. So of course they’re going to be desperate to get him back.” I almost had to smile. Such a nice web of bullshit I’d weaved. Now for the coup de grace. “And if they can’t get him back, they’re going to make sure he can’t talk.”
I stood there enjoying the silence for a moment. Sparing a glance toward Colin, I grinned, putting every ounce of smugness I could into it.
Goddamn, some days being petty felt so good.
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