Incubus Dreams (Vampire Hunter 12)

There was a vase in the middle of the table. Jean-Claude had sent me a dozen white roses a week after we started dating. Once we had sex, he'd added one red rose, so it was actually thirteen. One red rose like a spot of blood in a sea of white roses and white baby's breath. It certainly made a statement.

I smelled the roses, and the red one had the strongest scent. Hard to find white roses that smelled good. All I had to do was call Jean-Claude. He was fast enough to fly here before dawn. I'd fed off of him before, I could do it again. Of course, that would simply be putting off the decision. No, it would be hiding. I hated cowardice almost more than anything else, and calling on my vampire lover in this instance was cowardice.

The phone rang. I jumped back so hard that the roses rocked in their vase. You'd think I was nervous, or guilty of something. I got the phone on the second ring. The voice on the other end was cultured, a professor's voice, but it wasn't a professor. Teddy was over six feet, and a serious weight lifter. That he also had a very fine mind and was articulate had surprised me the first time I'd met him. He looks like dumb muscle and talks like a philosopher. He was also a werewolf. Richard had allowed the wolves that wanted to help to join the coalition. "Anita, this is Teddy."

"Hey, Teddy, what's up?"

"I am fine, but Gil is not. He will be, but right this moment we are in the emergency room of Saint Anthony's."

Gil was the only werefox in town. So he depended a great deal on the "Furry Coalition," as the local shapeshifters and even the local police had started calling it. The coalition had originally been designed to promote better understanding and cooperation among the various animal groups, but we'd branched out to dealing with the human world, to try and promote better understanding with them, too. One great big love fest.

"What happened?" I asked.

"Car accident. A man ran a red light. We've got other victims in the emergency room that are still ranting at the man. If Gil had been human, he'd have been killed."

"Okay, so he called the answering service and got your cell phone number, and..."

"A policeman at the accident site noticed that Gil was healing much faster than he should have been."

"Okay, why do I think this is going somewhere bad?"

"Gil was unconscious, so someone called the number in his wallet marked in case of emergencies. He has no family, so it was the answering service number. By the time I got to the hospital, Gil was handcuffed to a bed rail."

"Why?"

"The policeman, who is still by his side, says he's afraid Gil will be dangerous when he wakes up."

"Shit. That is illegal," I said.

"Technically, yes, but the officer can, at his discretion, prevent harm from coming to the citizenry."

"That's not what the cop said."

"Actually, he said, 'until I know what the f**k he is, I'm just playing it safe.'"

I nodded, even though he couldn't see me. "That sounds more like it. So you're there to make sure he doesn't put Gil in a safe house." Safe houses were really prisons for lycanthropes. They'd been designed originally for new lycanthropes, so you had someplace safe to go during your first few full moons. It was a good idea, since the first few moons could turn into a killing spree, unless you had other shapeshifters to watch over you. The newly furry spent a few full moons with no memory of what they'd done, and very little human in them while they were in animal form. The safe houses were a good idea in theory, but in practice, once you went in, they never let you out. You never had enough control to pass their tests and get out. You were dangerous and would always be dangerous. The ACLU had begun the legal battles on grounds of illegal imprisonment without due process, but so far they were still bad places to be sent.

"The hospital seems worried that Gil is dangerous and have mentioned that."

"Do you need a lawyer down there?"

"I have taken the liberty of calling the law firm that the coalition has on retainer."

"I'm surprised it's gone this bad, this soon. Usually, you need an attack to get them handcuffing people and talking safe house. Is there something you're not telling me?"

He hesitated.

"Teddy?" I said his name the way my father used to say mine when he suspected I was doing something I shouldn't have been.

"The emergency room staff are wearing full hazardous material gear."

"You're joking," I said.

"I wish I were."

"Is everyone just panicking?"

"I believe so."

"Is Gil still unconscious?"

"In and out."

"Well, stay with him, wait for the lawyer. I can't come down tonight, Teddy. I'm sorry."

"That is not why I called."

I had one of those uh-oh moments. "Okay, then why did you call?"

"There is another emergency that needs someone right now."

"Shit, what?"

"One of the pack called. He is at a bar. He has had far too much to drink, and he is fairly new."

"Are you saying he's going to lose control in the bar?"

"I fear so."

"Shit."

"You keep saying that," he said.

"I know, I know, profanity doesn't solve anything."

Teddy had started commenting on how much cussing I did. Him and my stepmother.

"I can't come down, Teddy."

"Someone must. The lawyer is not here, and you know there is that little law on the books that they can sign an unconscious shapeshifter into a safe house if they deem him a danger. I do not understand why everyone is panicking this badly, but if I leave Gil alone, I think we will be trying to get him out of a place that has no bail."

"I know, I know." I was really happy that Richard had allowed the wolves to join the coalition. They were the largest shifter population in town, so the wolves came in handy to help man the phones and the emergencies. The downside was that Richard felt that if the pack were going to help, then the pack could take advantage of the emergency service. It sounded fair, but since there were nearly six hundred werewolves in the area, it had quadrupled our emergencies. The wolves gave us enough person power to meet the demands. It was a blessing and a problem all in one.

"Did the wolf call his brother?" Brother was slang for the older more experienced werewolf that all the new wolves got. They carried their number for emergencies.

"He says he did and got no answer. He sounded very fragile, Anita. I fear that if he changes in the bar, they'll call the police..."

"And they'll shoot him," I finished it for him.

"Yes."

I sighed into the phone.

"I take it you can't make this one, either," Teddy said.

"I can't, but Micah can."

Micah came into the kitchen about that time. He looked a question at me. He'd already changed out of the suit, and knowing him, hung it up. He was wearing a pair of sweat pants and nothing else. Just the sight of him shirtless and padding barefoot across the floor made my heart go pit-a-pat. He'd tied his hair back in a loose ponytail, but I could forgive that, when I could see the fine muscle of his chest and stomach. His arms and shoulders looked like some weight lifting had gone into them, but truthfully, most of it was natural. Not all, but most. He was just shaped nicely.

"Anita, are you still there?" I realized that Teddy had been saying something and I hadn't heard him.

"Sorry, Teddy, can you repeat that?"

"Do you want me to give you the address of the bar, or wait to talk to Micah?"

"Micah is right here." I handed him the phone, and he took it with raised eyebrows.

I explained as briefly as I could.

Micah put his hand over the phone. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

I shook my head. "Almost sure it's not, but I can't take the run. Not with the ardeur about to surface sometime in the next minute or the next two hours. I'm stuck here until it's fed."

"I know, but maybe Nathaniel could go?"

"What? Go down to a bar in maybe a bad section of town and arm wrestle a werewolf so new he can't drink safely?" I shook my head. "Nathaniel has many fine skills, but this isn't one of them."

"You're not really good at it either," he said, with a smile to soften the harsh truth.

I smiled back, because he was sooo right. "No, I could have done the hospital run and kept Gil out of a safe house, but I couldn't talk down the werewolf. I could shoot him, but not talk him down. Not if I don't know him."