Burnt Offerings (Vampire Hunter 7)
Page 84I released his heart, because if I hadn't, the munin would have killed him. I shoved the power deeper into him. I shoved it hard and fast until he screamed. Gideon and Thomas echoed the scream.
Padma collapsed backwards onto the floor with me riding his body.
I rose up, hands flat over his chest, legs straddling his body. "We are the Thronos Rokke, the Throne Rock people, and we are no one's pawns."
Fernando knelt just outside the circle. "Father," he said.
"His life or yours, Padma. His life or yours."
Padma closed his eyes and whispered, "His."
"Father! You can't give me to her. To them!"
"Your word of honor that he is ours to punish as we see fit, even unto death," I said.
Padma nodded. "My word."
Damian, Jason, and Rafael just suddenly appeared around Fernando. He reached out to his father. "I am your son."
Padma would not look at him. Even when I crawled off him, he curled on his side away from Fernando.
I wiped blood off my chin with the back of my hand. The munin was leaving, draining away. I could taste blood all the way down. I rolled onto my side and threw up. Blood does not improve the second time around.
Jean-Claude reached out to me and I went to him. The moment his cool hand touched mine I felt better. Not a lot, but some. Richard's hand touched my face gently. I let them draw me into the circle of their arms. Jean-Claude seemed to gain strength just from my touch. He sat up a little straighter.
I glanced over to find Gideon and Thomas doing much the same with Padma. Blood poured from all of them, but only Padma's eyes were still haunted by fear. I'd pushed him to the edge of the abyss. Pushed us both. I'd been raised Catholic and I wasn't sure there were enough Hail Marys in the world to cover what was happening to me lately.
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Fernando tried to make a break for it but he was outmanned. Or would that be out-monstered? They bound him with silver chains and gagged him. The last was to stop his constant begging. He just couldn't believe his father had betrayed him.
Liv didn't fight. She seemed to take it almost resignedly. What seemed to surprise her most was the fact that I didn't kill them both where they stood. But I had other plans for them. They'd insulted the pack. It would be pack justice. That was sort of a group activity. Maybe we'd invite the wererats and have a cross species jamboree.
"Jean-Claude must still answer for his traitorous ways," she said.
"What are you babbling about?" the Traveler said.
"My master, Morte d' Amour, has accused him of trying to start another council in this country. A council that will steal our power and make us but laughable puppets."
The Traveler waved it away. "Jean-Claude is guilty of many things but that is not one of them."
Yvette smiled, and the smile was enough. She was going to say something bad. "What say you, Padma? If he is a traitor, then we can execute him for it. He can be an example to all others who would dare usurp the council's power."
Padma was still on the ground, cradled in the arms of his two servants. He still wasn't feeling too good. He stared at our little group. We were still huddled on the floor, too. The six of us were not going to be dancing tonight. The look in Padma's eyes said it all. I'd humiliated him, scared the hell out of him, and forced him to give up his only son to sure death. He smiled, and it wasn't pretty. "If they are traitors, then they must be punished."
"Padma," the Traveler said, "you know this is false."
"I did not say they were traitors, Traveler. I said ifthey were traitors. If they are traitors, then they must be punished. Even you must agree to that."
"But they are not traitors," the Traveler said.
"I use my master's proxy to call a vote," Yvette said. "I think I know what three of the votes will be."
Asher came to stand near Jean-Claude and us. "They are not traitors, Yvette. To say so is a lie."
"Lies are very interesting things. Don't you think... Harry?" She held out her hand as if it were a signal and Harry the bartender joined her. I didn't think I could be surprised anymore tonight. I was wrong.
"I see that you know Harry," Yvette said.
"The police are looking for you, Harry," I said.
"I know," he said. At least he had trouble meeting my eyes. Didn't make me feel much better, but a little.
"I knew Harry was one of your line," Jean-Claude said, "but he is truly one of yours."
"What is the meaning of this, Yvette?" the Traveler said.
"Harry leaked the information to those awful fanatics so they would kill monsters."
"Why?" the Traveler asked.
"My question exactly," I said.
"My master is frightened of change, like many of the old ones. Making us legal is the most sweeping change we've ever been threatened with. He fears it. He wants it stopped."
"Like Oliver," I said.
"Exactement."
"But the vampire killings didn't stop it," I said. "If anything, it's given the pro-vamp lobby a boost."
"But now," she said, "we shall have our revenge, a revenge so bloody and awful that it will turn everyone against us."
"You cannot do this," the Traveler said.
"Padma has given me the key. The Master of the City is weak, his link to his servants weaker still. He would be easily killed now if someone would challenge him."
"You," the Traveler said, "you could challenge Jean-Claude, but you could never be Master of the City, Yvette. You will never have enough power on your own to be a master vampire. Your master's power has made you try to rise above your station."
"It is true that I will never be a master, but there is a master here who hates Jean-Claude and his servant. Asher." She said his name like it was planned.
He looked at her, but he seemed startled. Whatever she planned, he didn't know about it. He stared down at Jean-Claude. "You want me to kill him while he is too weak to fight?"
"Yes," she said.
"No," Asher said, "I do not want Jean-Claude's place, not like this. Beating him in a far duel is one thing, but this is... treachery."
"I do, but honor means something to me."
"Implying I suppose that it doesn't to me?" She shrugged. "You're right. If I could be master of this city, I would do it. But I could live another thousand years and I will never be a master. But it is not honor that stops you. It's her." She pointed at me. "There must be some alchemy in you that I do not see, Anita. You bewitch every vampire that comes near you and every shapeshifter."
"You've had a big taste and don't seem too taken with me," I said.
"My tastes run to things even more exotic than you, animator."
"If Asher will not take the city as Master, then you cannot control the city's vampires. You cannot make them do some terrible deed to the humans," the Traveler said.
"I did not trust Asher's hatred to make our plan work. It would have been useful to have control of the city's vampires but it is not necessary. The carnage has already begun," Yvette said.
We were all silent, staring at her, all of us thinking one thing. I said it out loud. "What do you mean, it's already begun?"
"Tell them, Warrick," she said.
He shook his head.
She sighed. "Fine, I will tell them. Warrick was a holy warrior before I found him. He could call the fire of God to his hands, couldn't you?"
He wouldn't look at any of us. He stood there, this huge figure in shining white, head down like a little boy who's been caught playing hooky.
"You set the fires in New Orleans and San Francisco, and here. Why no fires in Boston?" I asked.
"I told you I began to feel stronger the longer I was away from our shared master. In Boston I was still weak. It wasn't until New Orleans that I felt God's grace return to me for the first time in nearly a thousand years. I was drunk on it at first. I was deeply ashamed that I burned down a building. I did not mean to, but it felt so wonderful, so pure."
"I caught him at it," Yvette said. "I told him to do it other places, everywhere we went. I told him to kill people, but even torture wouldn't make him do that."