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Authors: Chris Marie Green
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Not unless he wanted to terminate Dawn in order to bring a semblance of humanity back to his own host’s body.
Dawn started as Breisi flew to the back of the room, where her boyfriend, Frank, was sitting on a high stool. Pink marks slashed over his thick neck, the only healing evidence that he’d been badly wounded last night during the struggle with the schoolgirl vampires.
On their own stools, Kiko and Natalia sat to the left of Dawn’s vampire father. They were both wearing those tired, half-victorious, hyperwary expressions that served as tonight’s post-vamp-fighting costumes.
And then ...
Then came Eva, Dawn’s mom. She’d stayed here at headquarters because, after last night’s escalation in activity, no one wanted her to go even a block away to the flat she rented above a pub here in Southwark, so she was their temporary guest. She looked as put together as ever with her blond hair and daisy beauty, which had gone quickly from an early-twenties vampire glow to a hint of her actual middle-aged wrinkles after she’d been changed back into a human in L.A.
She was still a head turner.
But when she sat a few subtle yet very obvious inches to Frank’s right, her skin seemed paler than ever, just as Dawn’s had become. Their pallidness was because of the blood they donated to Frank and Costin, respectively. That, plus the bags that Costin secretively procured from a contact in a blood bank, kept the vampires on the team fed. As for Dawn and Eva, they were on all kinds of vitamins and supplements so they could offer the taste of blood that satisfied Costin and Frank the most.
Near Eva, Frank had his head down, no doubt struggling with the sight of Costin’s blood, but as Breisi drifted by, he lifted his gaze to her.
Eva looked away.
Kiko slid off of his stool, his short little-person legs cushioning the slight fall. He went for a low steel cabinet where some med kits were kept.
“Good thinking, Kik,” Dawn said. “We’ll need a wipe to get this blood off the boss before the vamps in this room start going nuts.”
Now Frank was breathing as hard as Costin was, his nostrils flaring at the blood, even from across the bevy of experimental weapons and tabled experiments stored in the lab.
Dawn watched her dad with concern, but he waved her off. She rolled her eyes, her gaze ultimately landing on a freezer, which was stocked full of a mysterious, very dead commando who had, using night-vision goggles, tracked the team before falling to his demise about a week ago.
Yeah, a kid who’d been creeping around while the team had investigated the site of a vampire burial.
Just one more thing to worry about.
Kiko made it to Dawn in rocket time; Mr. Efficient had even already opened the med kit so she could yank out a packaged wipe.
She tore at the packet, extracted the wipe, then casually took Costin’s hand again to clean it off.
“Next time,” Dawn said to her patient, “maybe you should think about how much fight that wall has in it before you start whaling on it.”
“I was at my wits’ end,” he said, his tone back to that low Wal lachian accent that had always made her go a little liquid. “Jonah has grown too strong and ...”
He didn’t finish, and Dawn knew it was because a tough guy like him—a soldier who’d fought on fields of blood centuries ago—didn’t allow themselves to break.
Fair enough. She wouldn’t embarrass him by acknowledging any weakness he might be showing, so she just continued cleaning his knuckles.
But, at the same time, she felt the cold calm that kept her sane push even deeper into her bones.
Yet wasn’t that what they needed right now?
Couldn’t they all use a little alert frostiness?
The mangled cuts on Costin’s knuckles were closing up, but Dawn felt as if she were the one still bleeding.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly, disposing of the wipe by going to a drawer, retrieving a bag, and zipping up the refuse in it. She tossed it in a trash bin with a tightly sealed cover. “I wish there was something else I could do to help you with Jonah, Costin.”
“But you made a promise to him.” He held his gnarled hand near his stomach, and it was only now that her mind caught up and processed that he had changed out of the fight clothing Jonah had worn last night in favor of Costin’s usual dark lounging threads.
Fine idea, really. Jonah had gotten blood on the fabric when he’d had the time of his life out there, feeding and running around.
Next to Dawn, Kiko spoke up. “Boss, she’s only trying to work with Jonah.”
“I know.”
Costin closed his eyes, and Dawn didn’t even have to enter his mind—to access their personal master-progeny Awareness-to know he was approaching the end of more than one rope.
How many times had she gotten him to this point since she’d come on the team?
He opened his eyes, then glanced at his hand, his face expressionless, and that scared Dawn more than any of the Underground vampires they needed to hunt in order to save Costin, or even to save...
Well, the world.
Uh-huh, she’d gone and thought it, and the idea wasn’t any less of a hilarious nightmare. Her, the world saver.
Costin raised his chin, as if in defiance, and for a second, Dawn thought that maybe he’d shed something—his rage at Jonah, his fruitless attempts to change what couldn’t be changed now with his host.
“I suppose then,” he said, “that we shall require an adjustment in procedure from this point forward.”
Kiko rubbed his hands together, clearly happy that the old boss seemed to have reappeared. Dawn only wished she could be just as sure.
“We’ve been pretty good about hitting curve balls out of the park so far,” the psychic said. “What’s one more?”
Dawn raised an eyebrow. “This is more like a cannonball, Kik.”
“Things’ll work out.” He grinned, as if mentally adding,
How could they not when I’m clear, near, and on the case?
How could they not when I’m clear, near, and on the case?
In the background, Dawn could hear the other team members getting out of their chairs, and she turned to see Frank and Natalia coming forward to join them.
Eva just waited there, looking more out of place than ever. Funny how she’d never come off that way back when she was a superstar-dusted Hollywood vampire.
“Maybe I should ... ?” She motioned toward the open lab door.
As if on cue, the door creaked wider, and Dawn supposed that Breisi had pushed her essence against it in invitation for Eva to leave them alone. Clearly, the spirit wasn’t stoked about how Frank’s once-presumed-dead wife had come here to nurse her wounded former love last night. It was bad enough that gorgeous, perfect Eva carried a torch for Frank, and this was apparently beginning to wear on the normally accepting Breisi.
Eva smiled wryly at the air, catching the ghosty’s message, too.
As she left—probably heading for the kitchen to make them all some tea—Dawn aimed an encouraging glance at her mother, and Eva’s smile turned warmer.
They’d come a long way, Dawn thought as her mom departed. But as much as she wanted to make sure Eva was comfortable upstairs, the London vampire Underground was a priority.
Actually, it was everything.
Disturbed by this truth, Dawn focused on Costin as the team members formed a half circle around their boss.
She’d attempt anything for him—her Voice, her mentor, her lover. She’d even march through hell to clear all accounts. And she wouldn’t be surprised if, someday, she found herself doing just that.
She owed him.
“So ...” Natalia said, her Romanian accent tamed by a stint living in the States and an education at university. She also had a slight bump on her forehead from tangling with a spirit via a Ouija board, but she’d covered the injury with cosmetics. “What happens now?”
“Exactly,” Kiko added. “We were talking about those Queenshill girls and whether or not they’ll lead us Underground. They’re vamps, all right, but are they the sort we’re looking for?”
Even with his dark hair tousled by all the previous drama, Costin managed to look dignified in Jonah’s body. “I know the lot of you were strategizing before I”—he stiffened and tilted his head as he used a euphemism—“had my altercation with the wall.”
The team relaxed. Maybe their boss really was back.
“What did you come up with?” he continued.
Dawn stepped up before anyone else could get there first. “I’m going back to Queenshill because I’m the only qualified one who has a prayer of passing herself off as a student there. I can blend. See, Greta”—one of the Friends who was even now keeping watch on the schoolgirls’ dorms and the rest of the campus—“reported a few hours ago that she saw a vampire student, Della, disappear into the housematron’s room. Without the benefit of opposable thumbs and all that, Greta wasn’t able to open the door. She couldn’t even slip inside to follow, and the vents in Mrs. Jones’s room are closed, too. But about an hour later, Della and the housematron reappeared. Then they went to each of the girls’ rooms, where all four students stuffed their bags and then zoomed off. The Friends couldn’t keep up with their vampire speed, of course, but at least we know that this housematron, Mrs. Jones, is one of them. And we have another starting point to find a possible Underground lair.”
Kiko butted in. “We don’t know where the Lollipop Guild went, but Friends are combing London, searching.”
Giving Kiko an are-you-done-interrupting look, Dawn continued. “First order of business is to see what’s in that housematron’s room. I’ll just—”
Frank crossed his arms over his wide chest. “You’ll just what? And you’ll do it at the risk of them identifying you and taking you down, Dawn?”
Uh-oh—he wasn’t saying “Dawnie,” that sweet little nickname he’d used since she was knee-high.
He kept inflicting his papa-bear tone on her. “Or don’t you remember that, last night, when we snuck on campus for some reconnaissance, we found out these girls had the scenting power of wolves?”
Dawn thought about how the Queenshill students had even looked like wolves when they’d turned all vampy. Transmogrifying, it was called, and Dawn wasn’t surprised by this talent of theirs at all, because worldwide folklore also cited vamps running around as things like wolves and bats. Actually, the Queenshill vampires were basically a cross between wolves and those weird hairless cats that rich women keep around their mansions—not that Dawn ever hung around with heiresses or anything.
“Dad,” she said. “The vampires have obviously gotten scent and sight profiles of me and Kik. And if they were able to catch any sort of vampire aroma—however unlikely—they could ID you and Jonah, too. They might be able to make any of us if we stepped foot on campus again while they’re around. I’m just volunteering to test that theory while they’ve stepped away from campus.”
“We’ll think of another way,” her dad said.
Natalia—the only team member who’d stayed at headquarters last night—cleared her throat, but Dawn raised a talk-to-the-hand palm to the new girl. No freakin’ way were they going to send someone so damned green in, even if Natalia had proven to be a top-rate psychic so far. In fact, the team had pinpointed Queenshill as a possible Underground location thanks to the newbie and Kiko’s combined visions.
Still, even though Natalia had a kind of vamp-radar-and the ability to hear dead humans—she had no fighting skills to speak of yet. She wasn’t ready to check out a possible lair.
“Here’s the thing,” Dawn said. “If the Friends are patrolling campus and telling us that none of those vamp girls are around right now, I don’t see a reason why I can’t recon the property again. Chances are that all the vamps evacuated and won’t be around to sniff me or gauge my body rhythms—if they even have the ability to do that.” Which they might, Dawn thought. They still knew precious little about how these schoolgirl vampires—and maybe even their Underground—worked. “All I have to do is put on a handy-dandy disguise and get a Friend escort or two to give me immediate backup. Dressed as one of the older students, I can tiptoe into the dorm, then wheedle my way into the housematron’s room to check it out.”
Frank started to talk, but Dawn wouldn’t let him.
“If it doesn’t work,” she cut in, finally lowering her hand, “then we can try something else. But we don’t know where those schoolgirls are right now, so our idea of having Frank ambush them to get a follow-up look inside their minds for information about an Underground just isn’t realistic. My plan is.” She addressed her dad in particular. “The rest of the team can be on alert just off campus, especially if I find something beyond that door.”
Everyone was quiet, but it was Costin’s silence that got to Dawn the most. He had to be thinking about what would happen if they
did
discover more, because back before all the shit had hit in L.A., he would’ve put the team, whose main purpose was to ferret out the Underground location, in lockdown. Then he would’ve gone with the Friends to question the leading blood-brother master, and then annihilated the Underground by emerging from Jonah’s body to exercise his full, hypnotic, warlike powers.
did
discover more, because back before all the shit had hit in L.A., he would’ve put the team, whose main purpose was to ferret out the Underground location, in lockdown. Then he would’ve gone with the Friends to question the leading blood-brother master, and then annihilated the Underground by emerging from Jonah’s body to exercise his full, hypnotic, warlike powers.
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