Crimson Death
Page 26“Sorry. Raised Catholic, so it’s a sore point with me.”
“Sometimes I forget that about you.”
“What?”
“That once you were a good little Catholic schoolgirl.”
“I actually didn’t go to Catholic school.”
“Really, so no little plaid skirt outfit?”
“No. Sorry to disappoint you.”
“Schoolgirl really isn’t my thing.”
“Somehow I didn’t think it would be.”
I could almost hear the smile on the other end of the phone as he said, “I don’t think either of us spends a lot of time wondering what each other’s kinks are.”
“Nope,” I said.
“So why is She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named suddenly going apeshit with her vampires?”
“Damian doesn’t think it’s her.”
“Could it be some of her vampires without her knowledge?”
“He only left five years ago, Edward, and he says she’d kill any of her vamps that were this careless.”
“Vampires are legal in more countries than ever before, Anita. Why is she still in hiding if she’s not doing this?”
“Then Damian’s old group isn’t the only vampires in Ireland anymore.”
“She was powerful enough to keep out other vampires for centuries. If she can’t stop this new wave, then Damian thinks she’s lost power.”
“What would cause her to go from scary enough that you don’t even want to speak her name to letting a bunch of new vampires run riot in Dublin?”
“Damian didn’t have a guess on that.”
“Do you?”
I thought about it as I drove through the night-dark neighborhoods, wending my way toward the old warehouse district that, thanks to the Circus of the Damned, had gotten gentrified into a tourist attraction area.
“Anita, you still there?”
“I’m here, Edward, just thinking. I don’t know. Vampires either grow in power or fade. The force I felt a few years back wasn’t going to fade away.”
“If She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named isn’t causing this, but she can’t stop it either, then what is going on?”
“It would almost have to be something more powerful than her that’s just arrived in Ireland.”
“What could be more powerful than a night hag that can throw fear halfway across the world?”
“I’d say the Mother of All Darkness, but she’s dead.”
“We killed her,” he said.
“Yes, we did.” I could have quibbled that the actual killing part was mostly me, but if Edward hadn’t fought his way to me with reinforcements I’d have been dead instead of her, so “we” killed her. Striking the death blow without acknowledging all the people who helped you get in place to deliver it is just poor sportsmanship.
“Then what else, or who else, is tough enough to make She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named back off?”
“Yeah, but saying it the other way is more fun.”
“I didn’t know you were a Harry Potter fan.”
“We took turns reading them to Becca when she was little. By the end of the series, she helped read it aloud to all of us.”
“I can see why you like the books,” I said.
“So, what’s scary enough to make She-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named scared?”
“I didn’t say she was scared, Edward.”
“Scary people only back off for one reason, Anita.”
“And that is?”
“That they meet someone scarier,” he said.
“Or you reach an understanding like you and I did when we just worked together but weren’t friends yet.”
“True, but I don’t think ancient vampires really have work friends.”
“Not really,” I said.
“How do I contact Damian’s old master?”
“You don’t.”
“She has to know something about this, Anita.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“I know that, but unless you’re going to kill her, leave her alone.”
“She really did scare you.”
“Yes, Edward, she really did.”
“I still need information from her, or one of her group.”
“I’ll talk to Jean-Claude and Damian, and the others. I’ll see if I can find you someone to talk to without dealing directly with her.”
“The last vampire you were this scared of was the Mother of All Darkness.”
“Which should give you a clue why I don’t want you messing with her while I’m half a world away.”
“You think I need the backup?”
“I think anyone going up against her would need backup.”
“I’ll bear it in mind,” he said, and I didn’t like the way he said it.
“Promise me that you will wait until I get back to you to try to find her.”
“People are dying here, Anita.”
“But they’re strangers to me. You aren’t.”