Night World - The Chosen Part 17

In that instant, she saw Quinn's face harden implacably against the man wh o'd made him a Red-fern. His eyes went dark as black holes-no light escaped. Rashel suddenly had the feeling of glacial cold. Look into eyes lik e that and what you saw alone might kill you, she thought.

But she had her own fire inside her, her own vengeance. The knife was in h er waistband. If she could just get close enough. . . . She moved toward H unter Redfern again. "You destroyed my life. And you don't even remember, do you?" "I remember," the little shadow beside him said. And then the wor ld flipped and Rashel felt the floor slipping away from her. The child beh ind Hunter was walking into the light-and suddenly she could smell plastic and old socks, and she could feel vinyl under her hands. Memories were fl ooding up so quickly that she was drowning in them.

All she could say was "Oh, Timmy. Oh, G.o.d, Timmy."

He was standing there, just as she'd seen him last, twelve years ago. Shiny dark hair and wide tilted blue eyes. Except that the eyes weren't exactly a child's eyes. They were some strange and terrible combination of child an d adult. There was too much knowledge in them.

"You left me," Timmy said. "You didn't care about me."

Rashel sank her teeth into her lip, but tears spilled anyway. "I'm sorry . . ."

"n.o.body cared about me," Timmy said. He reached up to take Hunter's sle eve. "No humans, anyway. Humans are vermin." He smiled his old sweet sm ile.

Hunter looked down at Timmy, then up at Quinn. "It's amazing how quickly th ey learn. You haven't met Timmy, have you? He's been living in Vegas, but I think he can be useful here." He turned to Rashel and his eyes were pure e vil. "Of course I remember you. It's just that you've changed a little; you 've gotten older. You're different from us, you see."

"You're weak," Lily put in. She had stepped forward, too, to stand beside her father. Now she linked her arm in his. "You're short-lived. You're not very bright, and not very important. In a word, you're . . . dinner."

Hunter smiled. "Well put." Then he dropped the smile and said to Quinn, "S tep away from her, son."

Quinn moved slightly, closer to Rashel. "This is my soulmate," he said, in h is softest and most disturbing voice. "And we're leaving together."

Hunter Redfern stared at him for several long moments. Something like disbe lief flickered in his eyes. Then he recovered and said quietly, "What a sha me."

Behind Rashel there were noises of stirring. It was as if a hot wind from the savanna had blown in, and the lions had caught its scent.

"You know, I was already worried about you, Quinn," Hunter said. "Last summe r you let Ash and his sisters get away with running out on the enclave. Don'

t think I didn't notice that. You're getting lax, getting soft. There's too much of that going around lately."

Stand back to back, Quinn told Rashel. She was already moving into positio n. The vampires were forming a ring, encircling them. She could see smiles on every face.

"And Lily says you've been strange these last few days-moody. She said yo u seemed preoccupied with a human girl."

Rashel drew her knife. The vampires were watching her with the fixed attent ion of big felines watching their prey. Absolute focus.

"But the soulmate idea-that's really the last straw. It's like a disease infect ing our people. You understand why I have to stamp it out." Hunter paused. "For old time's sake, let's finish this quickly."

A voice that wasn't Quinn's added in Rashel's mind, / told you I'd see you lat er.

Rashel stood on the b.a.l.l.s of her feet, letting Hunter's words slide off her and drip away. She couldn't think about him right now. She had to concentrat e on awareness, open her energy, and free her mind. This was going to be the biggest fight of her fife, and she needed zanshin.

But even as she found it, a small voice inside her was whispering the truth . There were simply too many vampires. She and Quinn couldn't hold them all off at once.

CHAPTER 16.

A fighter knows instinctively when there's no chance. But Rashel planned t o fight anyway.

And then she noticed something wrong.

The vampires should have caught it first. Then-senses were sharper. But the ir senses were turned inward, focused on the victims in front of them. Rash el was the only one whose senses were turned outward, alert to everything b ut focused on nothing.

There was a smell that was wrong and a sound. The smell was sharp, stinging , and close by. The sound was soft, distant, but recognizable.

Gasoline. She could smell gasoline. And she could hear a faint dull roar th at sounded like the fireplace in the gathering room-but was coming from som ewhere else in the house.

It didn't make sense. She didn't understand. But she believed it.

"Quinn, get ready to run," she said, a gasp on a soft breath. Something was about to happen.

No, we have to fight- His thought to her broke off. Rashel turned to look at the doorway.

Hunter Redfern had moved into the gathering room-but there was someone in the hall. Then the someone stepped forward and Rashel could see her face .

Nyala was smiling brilliantly. Her small queenly head was high and her dark e yes were flashing. She was holding a red gasoline can in one hand and a liter of grapefruit juice in the other. The bottle was almost full of liquid and h ad a burning rag stuffed in the top.

Gas. Gas from the pump on the wharf, Rashel thought. A Generation-X Molo tov c.o.c.ktail.

"It's all over the house," Nyala said, and her voice was lilting. "Gallons and gallons. All over the rooms and the doors."

But she shouldn't be hanging on to it, Rashel thought. That bottle is going to explode.

"You see, I am a real vampire hunter, Rashel. I figure this way, we get rid of them all at once."

And the house is already burning. . . .

Behind the carved screen on the right side of the room, ruddy light was flickering, growing. The faint roar that had disturbed Rashel was louder now. Cl oser.

And everything's wood, Rashel thought. Wood paneling, wood floors. Frame house. A deathtrap for vampires.

"Get her," Hunter Redfern said. But none of the vampires charged toward Nya la with her about-to-explode bottle of death and her can of fire accelerant . In fact, they were backing away, moving to the perimeter of the room.

Hunter spun to face Nyala directly. You need to put that down, he began in telepathic tones of absolute authority-at the same time Rashel shouted, "Ny ala, no-"

The sound of telepathy seemed to set something off in Nyala. Flashing a dazz ling savage smile, she smashed the grapefruit juice bottle at his feet.

With almost the same motion, she threw the gasoline can, too. It was flying i n a graceful arc toward the fireplace, spinning, spilling liquid, and vampire s were scattering to try to get out of the way.

And then everything was exploding-or maybe erupting was a better word. It w as as if a dragon had breathed suddenly into the room, sending a roaring ga le of fire through it.

But Rashel didn't have time to watch-she and Quinn were both diving. Quinn was diving for the floor past Nyala, trying to drag Rashel with him. Rash el was diving for Timmy.

She didn't know why. She didn't think about it consciously. She simply had t o do it.

She hit Timmy with the entire force of her body and knocked him to the floo r. She covered him as the fire erupted behind her. Then she scrambled to he r knees, her arm locked around his chest.

Everything was noise and heat and confusion. Vampires were yelling at each o ther, running, shoving each other. The ones who'd been splattered with gas w ere on fire, trying to put it out, getting in one another's way.

"Come on!" Quinn said, pulling Rashel up. "I know a way outside."

Rashel looked for Nyala. She didn't see her. As Quinn dragged her into the hall, she saw dark smoke come billowing from the dining-room area. The hall was bathed in reddish light.

"Come on!"

Quinn was pulling her across the hall, through the smoke. Into a room that w as full of orange flames.

"Quinn-"

Timmy was kicking and struggling in Rashel's arms. Yelling at her. She kept her grip on him.

And she went with Quinn. She had to trust him. He knew the house.

She hadn't realized how frightening fire was, though. It was like a beast wit h hot shriveling breath. It seemed alive and it seemed to want to get her, roaring out at her from unexpected places.

And it spread so fast. Rashel would never have believed it could move so q uickly through a house, even a house soaked with gasoline. In a matter of minutes the building had become an inferno. Every- where she looked, there was fire, smoke, and a horrifying reflection of flame s.

They were on the other side of the room now, and Quinn was kicking at a door . His sleeve was on fire. Rashel twisted her hand out of his and beat at it to put it out. She almost lost hold of Timmy.

Then the door was swinging outward and cool air was rushing in and the fire was roaring like a crazy thing to meet it. She was simply running, in pani c, her only thought to hold on to Timmy and to stay with Quinn.

They were out. But she smelled burning. And now Quinn was grabbing her, ro lling her over and over on the sandy unpaved road. Rashel realized, dimly, that her clothes were on fire in back.

Quinn stopped rolling her. Rashel sat up, tried to glance at her own back, t hen looked for Timmy.

He was crouched on the road, staring at the house. Rashel could see flame s coming out of the windows. Smoke was pouring upward and everything seem ed as bright as daylight beneath it.

"Are you all right?" Quinn said urgently. He was looking her over.

Rashel's whole body was washed with adrenaline and her heart was pounding insanely. But she couldn't take her eyes off the house.

She stumbled to her feet. "Nyala's in there! I have to get her."

Quinn looked at her as if she were raving. Rashel just shook her head and st arted helplessly toward the house. She didn't want to go anywhere near it.

She knew the fire wanted her dead. But she couldn't leave Nyala in there to burn.

Then Quinn was shoving her roughly back. "You stay here. I'll get her."

"No! I have to-"

"You have to watch Timmy! Look, he's getting away!"

Rashel whirled. She didn't have any clear idea of where Timmy might be g etting away to-but he was on his feet and moving. Toward the house, then away from it. She grabbed for him again. When she turned back toward Qu inn, Quinn was gone.

No-there he was, darting into the house. Timmy was screaming again, kickin g in her arms.

"I hate you!" he shouted. "Let go of me! Why did you take me out?"

Rashel stared at the house. Quinn was inside now. In that holocaust of flame . And he'd gone because of her, to save her from going herself.

Please, she thought suddenly and distinctly. Please don't let him die.

The flames were roaring higher. The night was brilliant with them. Fire was raining in little burning bits from the sky, and Rashel's nose and eyes stun g. She knew she should get farther back, but she couldn't. She had to watch for Quinn.

"Why? I hate you! Why did you take me out?"

Rashel looked at the strange little creature in her arms, the one that was bit ing and kicking as if it wanted to go back into the burning house. She didn't know what Timmy had become-some weird combination of child, adult , and animal, apparently. And she didn't know what kind of future he cou ld possibly have. But she did know, now, why she'd brought him out.

She looked at the childish face, the angry eyes full of hate. "Because my m om told me to take care of you," she whispered.

And then she was crying. She was holding him and sobbing. Timmy didn't try to hold her back, but he didn't bite her anymore either.

Still sobbing, Rashel looked over his head toward the house. Everything was burning. And Quinn was still inside. . . .

Then she saw a figure silhouetted against the flames. Two figures. One holdin g the other, half carrying it.

"Quinn!"

He was running toward her, supporting Nyala. They were both covered with soot. Nyala was swaying, laughing, her eyes huge and distant.

Rashel threw her arms around both of them. The relief that washed over her w as almost more painful than the fear. Her legs literally felt as if they had no bones-she was going to collapse at any second. She was tottering.

"You're alive," she whispered into Quinn's charred collar. "And you got her ." She could feel Quinn's arm around her, holding hard. Nothing else seemed to matter.

But now Quinn was taking his arm away, pushing her along the road. "Come on! We've got to get to the wharf before they do."

In a flash, Rashel understood. She got a new grip on Timmy and turned to run toward the hiking path. Her knees were shaking, but she found she cou ld make them move.

They lurched down the path in the wild gra.s.s, Quinn supporting Nyala, she carrying Timmy. Rashel didn't know how many vampires had made it out of the burning house-she hadn't seen any- but she knew that any who did woul d head for the dock.

Where she and Annelise had disabled the boats.

But as the wharf came into view, Rashel saw something that hadn't been ther e when she left it. There was a yacht in the harbor, swinging at anchor.

"It's Hunter's," Quinn said. "Hurry!"

They were flying down the hill, staggering onto the wharf. Rashel saw no sig n of the werewolf she'd tied up earlier, but she saw something else new. An inflatable red dinghy was tied to the pier."Quick! You get in first."

Rashel put Timmy down and got in. Quinn lifted Timmy into her arms, then p ut Nyala in. Nyala was staring around her now, laughing in spurts, then st opping to breathe hard. Rashel put her free arm around her as Quinn climbe d in the dinghy.

Every second, Rashel was expecting to see Hunter Redfern appear, blackene d and smoldering, with his arms outstretched like some vengeful demon.

And then the tiny motor was purring and they were moving away from the wh arf. They were leaving it behind. They were on the ocean, the cool dark o cean, freeing themselves from land and danger.