Betrayed

by P. C. Cast

Chapter Twenty-Seven

 

  We resettled in our little group after they left, and didn't say much as the room got back to normal. I noticed no one changed the local station. The Star Wars DVD was forgotten, at least for tonight. "Are you okay?" Erik finally asked softly. He put his arm back around me and I snuggled against him. "Yeah, I think so. "

  "Did the cops have any news about Heath?" Damien asked. "Nothing more than what we already heard," I said. "Or if they do, they weren't telling me. "

  "Is there anything we can do?" Shaunee asked. I shook my head. "Let's just watch local TV and see what the ten o'clock news says. " They mumbled okays and everyone settled in to watch the Will and Grace rerun marathon while we waited for the news. I stared at the TV, and thought about Heath. Did I have a bad feeling about him? Definitely. But was it the same bad feeling I'd had about Chris Ford and Brad Higeons? No, I didn't think so. I didn't know how to explain it. My gut said Heath was in danger, but it wasn't saying that he was dead. Yet. The more I thought about Heath, the more restless I became. By the time the late news came on I could hardly sit through the stories on the unexpected blizzard that had caused a white-out in Tulsa and the surrounding area. I fidgeted while we watched the shots of downtown and the expressways, eerily empty and look ing post-meteor-hit-or-nuclear-war-like. There was nothing new on Heath except a grim report about how the weather was hampering search efforts.

  "I have to go. " The words were out of my mouth and I was standing before my mind could remind me that I didn't have a clue where I was going or how I was going to get there. "Go where, Z?" Erik asked. My mind flailed around and landed on one thing--one little island of contentment in a world that had turned into stress and confusion and madness. "I'm going to the stables. " Erik's look was as blank as everyone else's. "Lenobia said that I could brush Persephone anytime I wanted to. " I moved my shoulders. "Brushing her makes me feel calm, and right now I could use some calm. "

  "Well, okay. I like horses. Let's go groom Persephone," Erik said. "I need to be alone. " The words sounded so much harsher than I'd meant them that I sat back down next to him and slid my hand in his. "I'm sorry. It's just that I need time to think, and that's something I have to do alone. " His blue eyes looked sad, but he gave me a little smile. "How about I walk you to the stable, and then come back here and keep an eye on the news for you till you get through thinking?"

  "I'd like that. " I hated the worried looks on my friends' faces, but I couldn't do much to reassure them. Erik and I didn't bother with coats. The stable wasn't far. The cold wouldn't get a chance to bother us. "This snow is awesome," Erik said after we'd walked a little way down the sidewalk. Someone had attempted to plow it because it was way less deep on the sidewalk than the surrounding grounds, but the snow was coming down so steadily that the plows couldn't keep up with it and it was already up to midcalf on us. "I kinda remember it snowing like this when I was six or seven. It was during Christmas break and it sucked that we didn't miss any school. " Erik grunted a vague, guylike response, and then we walked on in silence. Usually, our silences weren't awkward, but this one felt weird. I didn't know what to say--how to make it better. Erik cleared his throat. "You still care about him, don't you? I mean, as more than just an ex-boyfriend. "

  "Yes. " Erik deserved the truth, and I was totally sick of lies. We'd come to the stable door, and stopped in the halo of a yel low gaslight. The entryway shielded us from the worst of the snow, so it seemed like we were standing in a bubble inside a snow globe. "And what about me?" Erik asked. I looked up at him. "I care about you, too. Erik, I wish I could fix this, make all of the bad stuff go away, but I can't. And I'm not going to lie to you about Heath. I think I've Imprinted him. " I saw the surprise in Erik's eyes. "From just that one time on the wall? Z, I was there, and you hardly tasted any of his blood at all. He just doesn't want to lose you, that's why he's so obsessed. Not that I blame him," he added with a wry smile. "I saw him again. "

  "Huh?"

  "It was just a couple days ago. I couldn't sleep, so I went to the Starbucks at Utica Square by myself. He was there putting up posters about Brad. I hadn't meant to see him, and if I'd known he was going to be there I wouldn't have gone. I promise you that, Erik. "

  "But you did see him. " I nodded. "And you fed from him?"

  "It--it just kinda happened. I tried not to, but he cut himself. On purpose. And I couldn't stop myself. " I kept my gaze squarely on his, asking him with my eyes to understand. Now that I was actually confronted with the very likely possibility that Erik and I were going to break up, I realized how much I didn't want that to happen, which definitely didn't help my confusion or my stress level because I did still care about Heath. "I'm sorry, Erik. I didn't ask for it to happen, but it did, and now there's this thing between Heath and me, and I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it. " He sighed deeply and brushed some snow off my hair. "Okay, well, there's a thing between you and me, too. And someday, if we make it through this damn Change, we'll be alike. I won't turn into a wrinkled old man and die decades before you will. Being with me won't be something other vampyres will whisper about, and humans will hate you for. It'll be normal. It'll be right. " Then his hand was behind my neck and he was pulling me to him. He kissed me hard. He tasted cold and sweet. My arms went up around his shoulders and I kissed him back. At first I just wanted to make the hurt I was causing him go away. Then our kiss deep ened, and we pressed our bodies together. I wasn't overwhelmed with blinding bloodlust for him, like what happened when I was with Heath, but I liked the way kissing Erik made me feel, all kinda warm and light-headed. Hell, the bottom line was that I liked him. A lot. Plus, he had a point. He and I would be right to gether. Heath and I would not. The kiss ended with both of us breathing hard. I cupped Erik's cheek in my hand. "I really am sorry. " Erik turned his head and kissed my palm. "We'll figure this out. "

  "I hope so," I whispered, more to myself than him. Then I stepped away from him and put my hand on the old iron doorknob. "Thanks for walking me here. I don't know when I'll be back. You shouldn't wait for me. " I started to open the door. "Z, if you really did Imprint with Heath you might be able to find him," Erik said. I paused and turned back to Erik. He looked strained and unhappy, but he didn't hesitate to explain. "While you're brushing the mare, think about Heath. Call to him. If he's able to, he'll come to you. If he's not and your Imprint is strong enough, you may be able to get an idea of where he is. "

  "Thank you, Erik. " He smiled, but he didn't look happy. "Later, Z. " He walked away and the snow swallowed him. The warm hay smell mixed with clean, dry horse contrasted dramatically with the cold, snowy outside. The stables were dimly lit by only a couple of soft gaslights. The horses were making sleepy, chewing noises. Some of them were blowing through their noses, which sounded a little like snoring. I looked around for Lenobia while I brushed the snow from my shirt and hair and started toward the tack room, but it was pretty obvious that except for the horses I was alone. Good. I needed to think, and not explain what I was doing here in the middle of a snowstorm in the middle of the night. Okay, I'd told Erik the truth about Heath and he hadn't broken up with me. Of course, depending on what happened with Heath, he might still dump me. How did those ho-ish girls go out with a dozen or so guys at the same time? Two was exhausting. Memory of Loren's sexy smile and incredible voice flashed through my guilt-filled mind. I chewed my lip as I grabbed a curry brush and a mane comb. Actually, I'd been kinda sorta seeing three guys, which was utterly insane. I decided then and there that I had enough problems without adding the weird flirting that may or may not be going on between Loren and me into the mix. Just thinking about Erik finding out that I'd shown all that skin to Loren . . . I shuddered. It made me want to dump myself. From now on I'd avoid Loren, and if I couldn't avoid him I'd treat him like any other teacher, which meant no flirting. Now if I could just figure out what to do with Erik and Heath. I opened Persephone's stall and told her what a pretty, sweet girl she was as she gave
me a sleepily surprised snort and lipped my face after I kissed her soft nose. She sighed and rested on three feet when I started brushing her. Okay, no way I could figure out anything about dating Erik and Heath until Heath was safe.

  (I refused to consider that he might never be safe--might never be found alive. ) I began to quiet the babble and clutter and confusion that was my mind. Truthfully, I hadn't needed Erik to tell me that I might be able to find Heath. That possibility was one of the many things that had been making me so restless all night. The cowardly truth was that I was afraid--afraid of what I might find and what I might not find, and afraid I wouldn't be strong enough to deal with either. Stevie Rae's death had left me broken, and I wasn't sure I was up to saving anybody. But it wasn't like I had any choice. So . . . thinking of Heath . . . I started by remembering what a cute kid he'd been in grade school. In third grade his hair had been lots blonder than it was now, and he'd had like a zillion cowlicks. It used to stand up all over his head like duck fluff. Third grade was when he'd first told me that he loved me and was gonna someday marry me. I'd been in second grade, and I so didn't take him seriously. I mean, even though I was almost two years younger I'd been a foot taller. He was cute, but he was also a boy, which meant he was annoying. Okay, so he could still be annoying, but he'd grown up and filled out. Somewhere between third and eleventh grade I'd started taking him seriously. I remembered back to the first time he'd really kissed me, and the fluttery, excited way it made me feel. I remembered how sweet he was, and how he could make me feel beautiful, even when I had a terrible cold and my nose was bright red. And how he was an old-fashioned gentleman. Heath had been opening doors and carrying books for me since he was nine. Then I thought about the last time I'd seen him. He'd been so sure that we belonged together and so unafraid of me that he'd cut himself and offered his blood to me. I closed my eyes and leaned against Persephone's soft flank, thinking of Heath and let ting the memories of him drift past my closed lids like a movie screen. Then the images of our past changed and I got a vague sense of darkness and dampness and cold--and fear slammed into my gut.

  I gasped, keeping my eyes tightly closed. I wanted to focus in on him, like I had that one other time when somehow I'd seen him in his bedroom, but this connection between us was different. It was less clear, more filled with dark emotions than playful desire. I concentrated harder, and did what Erik had said to do. I called Heath. Aloud, as well as with everything inside of me, I said, "Heath, come to me. I'm calling you, Heath. I want you to come to me now. Wherever you are, get out of there and come to me!" Nothing. There was no answer. No response. No sense of any thing more than damp, cold fear. I called again. "Heath! Come to me!" This time I felt a surge of frustration, followed by despair. But I didn't get an image of him. I knew he couldn't come to me, but I didn't know where he was. Why had I been able to see him so much more easily before? How had I done it? I'd been thinking about Heath then, just like I had been now. I'd been thinking about . . . What had I been thinking about? Then I felt my cheeks get hot as I realized what had drawn me to him before. I hadn't been thinking about how cute a kid he'd been or how pretty he made me feel. I'd been thinking about drinking his blood . . . feeding from him . . . and the red-hot bloodlust that caused.

  Okay, well then . . . I drew a deep breath and thought about Heath's blood. It tasted like liquid desire, hot and thick and electric. It made my body burst alive in places that had only begun to rouse before. And those places were starving. I wanted to drink Heath's sweet blood while he satisfied my yearning for his touch, his body, his taste-- The disjointed image I had of darkness cleared with an abrupt ness that was shocking. It was still dark, but that was no problem for my night vision. At first I didn't understand what I was seeing. The room was weird. It was more like a little alcove in a cave or a tunnel than a room. The walls were round and damp. There was some light, but it was coming from a dim, smoky lantern that hung from a rusted hook. Everything else was complete dark ness. What I thought at first was a pile of dirty clothes moved and moaned. This time it wasn't just a threadlike feeler I was looking through. It was actually as if I was floating, and when I recog nized the moan my hovering body drifted over to him. He was curled up on a stained mattress. His hands and ankles were duct taped together and he was bleeding from several slashes on his neck and arms. "Heath!" My voice wasn't audible, but his head snapped up as if I'd just yelled at him. "Zoey? Is that you?" And then his eyes widened and he sat straight up, looking wildly around. "Get out of here, Zoey! They're crazy. They'll kill you like they did Chris and Brad. " And he started to struggle, trying desperately to break the tape, even though all that was happening was he was making his already raw wrists bleed. "Heath, stop! It's okay--I'm okay. I'm not here, not really. " He stopped struggling and squinted around him like he was trying to see me. "But I can hear you. "

  "Inside your head. That's where you hear me, Heath. It's be cause we've Imprinted and now we're linked. " Unexpectedly, Heath grinned. "That's cool, Zo. " I gave a mental eye roll. "Okay, Heath, focus. Where are you?"

  "You won't believe this, Zo, but I'm under Tulsa. "

  "What does that mean, Heath?"

  "Remember in Shaddox's History class? He told us about the tunnels that were dug under Tulsa in the twenties because of the un-alcohol thing. "

  "Prohibition," I said. "Yeah, that. I'm in one of them. " I didn't know what to say for a second. I vaguely remembered learning about the tunnels in History class, and was astounded that Heath--not exactly an excellent student--would remember at all. As if he understood my hesitation he grinned and said, "It was about sneaking booze. I thought it was cool. " After another mental eye roll I said, "Just tell me how to get there, Heath. " He shook his head and a way too familiar stubborn look set tled over his face. "No way. They'll kill you. Go tell the cops and have them send a SWAT team or something. " That was exactly what I wanted to do. I wanted to get Detec tive Marx's card out of my pocket, call him, and have him save the day.

  Unfortunately, I was afraid I couldn't. "Who is the `they'?" I asked. "Huh?"

  "The people who took you? Who are they?"

  "They're not people, and they're not vampyres even though they drink blood, but they're not like you, Zo. They're--" he broke off, shuddering. "They're something else. Something wrong. "

  "Have they been drinking your blood?" The thought made me furious with such an intensity that I was having a hard time con trolling my emotions. I wanted to rage at someone and shriek, He belongs to me! I forced myself to take several deep breaths while he answered me. "Yeah, they have. " Heath grimaced. "But they complain a lot about it. They say my blood doesn't taste right. I think that's the main reason I'm still alive. " Then he swallowed hard and his face got a shade paler. "It's not like when you drink my blood, Zo. That feels good. What they do is--is disgusting. They're disgusting. "

  "How many of them are there?" I said through gritted teeth. "I'm not really sure. It's so dark down here and they always come in weird groups, all smushed together like they're scared of being alone. Well, except for three of them. One's named Elliott, one's called Venus--how weird is that--and the other one is called Stevie Rae. " My stomach knotted. "Does Stevie Rae have short, curly blond hair?"

  "Yeah. She's the one that's in charge. " Heath had just substantiated my fears. I couldn't call in the police. "Okay, Heath. I'm going to get you out of there. Tell me how to find your tunnel. "

  "Are you going to get the cops?"

  "Yes," I lied. "Nope. You're lying. "

  "I am not!"

  "Zo, I can tell you're lying. I can feel it. It's that link thing. " He grinned. "Heath. I can't get the police. "

  "Then I'm not telling you where I am. " Echoing from down one end of the tunnel came a skittering that reminded me of the sound the science experiment rats made as they scurried through the mazes we made in AP Bio. Heath's grin was gone, as was the color that had returned to his cheeks while we talked. "Heath, we don't have time for
this. " He started to shake his head no. "Listen to me! I have special powers. Those--" I hesi tated, not sure what to call the group of creatures that somehow included my dead best friend. "Those things aren't going to be able to hurt me. " Heath didn't say anything, but he didn't look convinced and the ratlike sounds were getting louder. "You said you can tell I'm lying because of our link. It has to go both ways.

  You've got to be able to tell when what I say is the truth. " He looked like he was waffling, so I added, "Think hard. You said you remembered some of that night you found me at Philbrook. I saved you that night, Heath. Not the cops. Not an adult vamp. I saved you, and I can do it again. " I was glad I sounded a lot more certain than I felt. "Tell me where you are. " He thought for a while, and I was getting ready to yell at him (again) when he finally said, "You know where the old depot is downtown?"

  "Yeah, you can see it from the Performing Arts Center where we went to see Phantom for my birthday last year, right?"

  "Yeah. They took me to the basement of it. They got in through something that looks like a barred door. It's old and rusted, but it lifts right up. The tunnel starts from the drainage grates down there. "

  "Good, I'll--"

  "Wait, that's not all. There are lots of tunnels. They're more like caves. It's not cool like I thought they'd be from History class. They're dark and wet and disgusting. Pick the one on your right, and then keep turning to your right. I'm at the end of one of those. "

  "Okay. I'll be there as soon as I can. "

  "Be careful, Zo. "

  "I will. You be safe. "

  "I'll try. " Hissing was added to the scurrying noises. "But you should probably hurry up. "