Queen Of Blood Part 21

A man in a black uniform stood in the center of the room, hands upraised, lean body in a stiff pose of surrender. Allyson tightened her grip on the M-16 as they moved deeper into the room. Something about the atmosphere here didn't seem right. It was warm. And yet she felt a bone-deep chill. She shivered slightly as they advanced on the man who looked to be all that was left of the pathetic security force they had just vanquished.

The man was smiling as they neared. There was something unsettling in the man's steady gaze. His dark eyes were the cold, unblinking eyes of a lizard. Allyson, seized by the absurd notion that he would have a forked tongue, suddenly didn't want him to open his mouth. She imagined that tongue flicking out between teeth too sharp and too white, the only sound emerging from his mouth a low, sibilant hiss.

The image was so vivid she drew in a startled intake of breath when he opened his mouth to say, "Welcome, honored representatives of the Order of the Dragon."

He bowed slightly at the waist as he said this.

Bai bowed in return and said, "I am Bai, designated by the Order to retrieve Giselle Burkhardt from your custody. And are you Schreck?"

The man in black straightened and nodded. "I am."

Bai sheathed her sword. "At ease, then."

The man called Schreck lowered his hands with deliberate slowness, as if he did not yet trust that he was safe in their presence. He looked at Allyson, then, a glance so quick she almost missed it, and her sense of unease deepened. It wasn't just that oily, insincere smile that bothered her. She thought she'd detected something in that glance, something inscrutable directed at her. But that was crazy. And paranoid. She'd never met this man before, had no knowledge of him prior to walking into this room.

Then he spoke again, a comment directed at Bai.

"Shall we finish our business now?"

Allyson frowned.

There was something familiar in the timbre of his voice, a faintly insinuating and mocking quality. She had heard this voice before, she was sure of it, but the connection eluded her as, for some unfathomable reason, Schreck and Bai approached a drab and blank expanse of wall opposite the big bed. Schreck leaned close to Bai and said something she couldn' t make out, a mumbled whisper. Then Bai nodded and extended a hand to the wall. Her forefinger described a vague shape on the wall. It might have been a door. She spoke in a whisper and Allyson moved a step closer, straining to hear. The words became slightly more distinct, but Bai was speaking an Asiatic language, so the meaning remained elusive.

She turned and looked at Chad, who was staring past her at the far end of the room. She followed his gaze to an open set of French doors. Beyond the doors was a balcony. And on the balcony, their backs turned to the people in the room as they leaned against the railing, were two people, a man and a woman. The man wore only black slacks. He had long, sandy brown hair and a sculpted physique. The woman wore a small robe that barely reached the middle of her shapely thighs. She had long, slender legs and a tapered waist. She had short, jet-black hair.

No...wait.

She blinked hard and rubbed at her eyes. Then she looked at the couple on the balcony again. The woman's jet-black hair was gone. She now had long, flowing blonde locks. Allyson decided her eyes were playing tricks on her. It had been a long day. A combination of fatigue and a trick of the light had conspired to make her initially think the woman's hair was shorter and black.

A nice theory. Except it was pure bulls.h.i.t and she knew it. The woman's hair had grown and changed color in the blink of an eye. She was seized by a sudden conviction--she didn't want the people on the balcony to turn around. Didn't want to see their faces. That nagging sense of familiarity she'd felt while listening to Schreck had returned. She thought she knew who that woman was. It made no sense that she was here. Or maybe it made as much sense as anything.

She looked at Chad again and the look on his face pierced his heart. It was a combination of disbelief and longing.

He took an unconscious step toward the balcony.

Allyson hated herself for the tears that came then. She had no right to feel this sense of betrayal, not after the things she'd done. Maybe this was what she deserved in return for all those months she'd deceived Chad. Maybe this was karma.

Then Jim clamped a hand on Chad's shoulder, stopped him in his tracks. He turned Chad toward him and locked eyes with him, spoke a single w ord:"No."

Chad blinked rapidly. "But...I think that's--"

Jim shook his head, his expression stern. "Doesn't matter. You have to leave the past behind." He looked at Allyson now. "You both do."

Allyson shuddered, feeling again that bone-deep chill that belied the room's temperature. She opened her mouth to reply, but whatever it was she'd been about to say went unspoken as her attention was drawn to the wall where Schreck and Bai had been standing moments ago.

She frowned again. "What the f.u.c.k?"

The men followed her gaze and saw the vertical, black rectangle in the wall, a door to some dark place. It hadn't been there before. And Bai and Schreck had vanished, presumbably into that darkness. Looking at the darkness beyond the opening triggered a sensation of creeping dread. Allyson felt it crawling through her intestines like a tapeworm. She didn't know what that dark place was, but she did know she would sooner die than set even one foot inside it.

Then there was movement within the darkness and a moment later Bai and Schreck reemerged into the room. Between them was a young woman, maybe seventeen or eighteen. Allyson's heart leaped at the sight of her charred wrist stumps. Some monster had mutilated her. She was nude, except for a very small pair of black panties. She was pale and her long black hair was tangled. The girl was pretty, but there was obvious madness in her jittering eyes. She shivered and leaned close to Bai.

"What the h.e.l.l? This is the person you came for?" Spittle flew from Allyson's lips, each word a jab, imbued with an implied sneer. "Look what's been done to her. She's pathetic. I don't care what she's done. Now you're going to torture her? You f.u.c.king animals."

Bai's smile was thin and strained. "It is no concern of yours." She placed a hand on the hilt of her sword. "Unless you would like me to r escind the Order's deal with your lover. Then I suppose we could--" Her smile broadened. "--discuss it."

Allyson watched the woman's hands curl around the sword's hilt. There was something almost sensual about the gesture. A vaguely s.e.xual eagerness. Allyson recognized the futility of her indignation on the girl's behalf and bit back any further expressions of rage. She sighed. "That won't be necessary. Could we please just get out of here now? No offense, but I'd like to never see any of you f.u.c.kers ever again."

Schreck laughed softly.

Allyson glared at him. "Something to say, a.s.shole?"

Chad reached for her, brushed a hand across her arm. "Allyson, stop this. There's no need--"

Allyson shrugged his hand away and approached Schreck, halving the distance between them. "Do I know you?"

Schreck's dark eyes glittered. "Certainly, Ms. Vanover."

Then she had it. The wheels in her mind stopped spinning as the connection clicked. Hearing him say her name did the trick. It was him. The voice on the phone. Her contact during the months she'd spent spying on Chad. How that voice had haunted her during her months at Camp Whiskey. She heard it in her dreams and like a whispered promise of pain in idle waking moments.

She managed one word, pushed through gritted teeth: "You."

Schreck grinned, baring rows of horrible, too-white teeth. He looked like a shark. "Have you told your boyfriend about--"

Allyson looked at Bai as she jabbed a finger in Schreck's direction. "What about this son of a b.i.t.c.h? Has the Order made any deals with him?"

Bai kept her expression neutral as she said, "None that have not already been fulfilled."

And now it was Allyson's turn to grin like a crazy person. The sight of it must have unnerved Schreck. He frowned and glanced at Bai. "What's the--"

Allyson moved with explosive speed, reversing her grip on the M-16 and raising it above her shoulders. Schreck cringed and shuffled backward. But the black door was gone, the blank wall restored. His back met the wall and he could move no further. He raised his hands to cover his face, but he was too late--the stock of the M-16 crashed into his mouth, pulping his lips and shattering teeth.

Allyson moved out of his way as he tumbled to the floor and rolled onto his back. She tossed the M-16 aside and pulled the 9mm from her waistband. She set the safety and moved to where Schreck was sprawled. She avoided Chad's gaze, not wanting to look too long at his expression of horrified astonishment. Jim remained stoic, his hand on Chad's shoulder again.

Schreck opened his bleary eyes and saw her standing over him. He let out a wail and tried to scoot away. Allyson seized a handful of his black shirt and lifted him a few inches off the floor. Then she adjusted her grip on the pistol, raised her hand, and brought it around, smashing the nickel-plated b.u.t.t against the side of his head. Shreck shrieked and bucked on the floor, but Allyson held on to him with ease, galvanized now by the most righteous sense of rage that had ever possessed her. She raised her hand again and whipped the pistol across Schreck's face another time. Then another and another. Again and again. Mashing flesh and pulverizing bone. The man barely looked human by the time she stopped swinging the pistol back and forth. He sagged in her grip, unable to resist, barely alive.

She let him go and stood up straight. Schreck's blood-filled eyes looked up at her. Whether he could see her or not she didn't know. She hoped so. She hoped he saw an avenging angel about to hand down judgment.

She hoped he was afraid. Of her and his impending rendezvous with the denizens of h.e.l.l. She switched the 9mm's safety off and aimed the barrel at the center of Schreck's ruined face. His lips twitched, seemed to curl upward. A last, mocking smile of the d.a.m.ned.

Allyson pulled the trigger and Schreck died.

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE.

Back outside, now.

It wasn't yet noon, which didn't seem possible. Allyson felt as if a lifetime had pa.s.sed since they'd gone charging into the strange house. So much had happened. So many people had died. It didn't seem right that a s.p.a.ce of little more than an hour could encompa.s.s the extinguishing of all those lives. But it had. The sun was obscured by clouds and the air was tinged with winter's chill. But Allyson didn't mind that. It was a clean chill. Natural. She remembered her glimpse of that black room and shuddered.

The girl called Giselle had been loaded into the minivan parked behind the package truck. She was in the rear, her wrist stumps bound with a thick layering of silver duct tape. The girl looked numb, her eyes staring at something beyond this place. The young Asian man was sitting beside her. He sensed Allyson's scrutiny and his head swiveled slowly in her direction. A very small smile darkened the edges of his cruel mouth. Allyson turned away and moved to the Jeep.

Chad and Jim were there, arguing in low voices. Chad was doing most of the arguing, though. Jim kept his head down and stared at the ground as he listened to his friend rant.

"Jim, you just can't do this. You can't go with them. It's insane."

Jim sighed--an immensely tired sound--and at last lifted his head to look Chad in the eye. "Perhaps. Regardless, I am going." He looked at Allyson and managed a tired smile. "h.e.l.lo, Allyson. I want you to know how proud I am of you."

Allyson flushed with embarra.s.sment. She smiled and abruptly threw her arms around the old singer. He laughed and after a moment returned the embrace. Then she broke the embrace and stepped back, saw that he was smiling, too. It transformed his haggard features, making him look decades younger. For a flickering moment, she glimpsed the rock G.o.d of old, the impossibly good-looking and intelligent young lion who had taken the world by storm.

She swiped tears from her eyes with the base of a palm. "Chad's right, you know. You should go with us. There's nothing you can do for that girl."

Jim's smile slipped some, but didn't fade entirely. "I wouldn't be too sure of that." He glanced at the minivan and the last of his smile evaporated as he looked at the frail form of the girl huddled against the door. "Giselle has made mistakes. She's done bad things. Unforgivable things. But there was a time when she did amazing things. A time when we worked toward a common goal. She was incredibly brave then, and her actions ultimately saved the lives of thousands. Including--" He indicated Chad with a tilt of his chin. "--your man here. For that alone, I owe her my company for what's left of her journey. I owe her whatever comfort I can give her, meager though that may be."

Chad made an exasperated sound and shook his head. "Look, I get what you're saying, okay? I understand it. But you're putting your life on the line here."

Jim's smile this time was smaller, sadder. "It won't be the first time."

Chad opened his mouth to respond to this, but hesitated at the sound of the minivan's front pa.s.senger door slamming shut. The old Asian man was ensconced in the shotgun seat now. Bai was standing outside the open side door, watching them expectantly.

"Leaving now!" she called to them.

Jim shuffled a few steps in that direction. Then he turned toward Chad and Allyson, addressing them one last time as he walked backward. "I wish you both the best of luck with whatever the future holds. You can be happy, but you should stay underground."

He reached the minivan and turned away from them.

He slipped into the rear compartment and settled into the s.p.a.ce between the younger Asian man and Giselle. Bai threw the door shut and moved to the other side of the van. She slipped behind the wheel and pulled the driver's-side door shut. She didn't so much as glance Chad's way. There was something dismissive about this. He was already a part of the past for her. A toy she'd amused herself with for a time and was now discarding. The lack of even token acknowledgment made Allyson hate the b.i.t.c.h more than ever.

The minivan's brake lights came on and the engine purred to life. It was a well-maintained car, easily the best-running vehicle in their meager fleet, so of course Bai had commandeered it for the drive up here. But Allyson's resentment on that count faded as she watched Bai quickly execute a three-point turn and start down the hill. The sooner the Order people were gone from her sight the better.

Chad sighed and slumped against the side of the Jeep, watching with numb resignation as the minivan quickly made its way down the winding dirt path. "I can't believe he's going with them. How could--"

The explosion made Allyson stagger backward. Chad dropped to his knees and screamed. The minivan's interior was on fire. The roof had been blown out, its mangled remains a soot-gray mess. A column of black smoke rose into the air. Allyson's mind reeled. She couldn't begin to process what had happened. And then the fire ignited the gas tank and a second explosion demolished much of what was left of the minivan. Allyson's knees went weak and she clutched the Jeep's side mirror to remain upright.

Chad got to his feet and rushed down the hill. He was screaming something. Useless words of denial. Allyson watched him stumble and fall, banging his knees on the hard ground. And then he was on his feet again, charging full-out toward the smoldering wreck of the minivan. Allyson regained her composure and shoved herself away from the Jeep, hurrying down the hill after him.

Chad stopped a dozen yards from the burning van. The heat was too intense to get any closer. He was on his knees again and sobbing by the time Allyson reached him. She dropped to her knees and wrapped her arms around him, forcing his head away from the awful sight. He buried his face against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and wailed. Allyson stroked his back and cooed to him. Nonsensical things. The things a mother might whisper in a baby's ear. She felt useless and stupid. She looked over his shoulder and was able to make out smoking remains in the minivan's seats. A scent of burning meat permeated the air. Allyson's stomach did a slow roll.

She gripped Chad by the hand and stood up, pulling him upright against his will. He looked at the minivan again, a stricken look contorting his features. Allyson turned him away from it and they began a grim march back up the hill. They reached the Jeep and Allyson helped Chad into the pa.s.senger seat. He was pliant, now, acquiescing to her every instruction without resisting.

Allyson climbed behind the wheel, dug the Jeep's keys out of her pocket, and twisted them in the ignition. The engine sputtered a few times, then came to reluctant life. She goosed the gas pedal a few times, and when the Jeep was running more smoothly, she put it in gear and started down the hill.

They gave the ruin of the minivan a wide berth.

They drove in silence for miles, leaving the house on the hill far behind.

Chad spoke up when they at last left the rural road behind and started down a much busier state route. "Jim planned that, didn't he?"

Allyson hesitated a moment before replying. She'd been working toward the same conclusion, but it was nonetheless a hard thing to admit. "Yeah," she said at last, "I think he did."

Chad slumped in his seat and stared blankly at the road ahead. "h.e.l.l. It makes sense, in a really f.u.c.ked up way. He couldn't take out the Order people in a direct confrontation. So he waited until he had them where he wanted. He sacrificed himself to avenge the deaths of his friends and to save Giselle from whatever sick thing they had planned for her." He laughed, a short, sharp, bitter sound. "I've got to hand it to him, I guess. I'll bet those arrogant a.s.sholes never saw it coming."

Allyson frowned. "Okay. But how did he do it?"

Chad looked at her. "You saw that big jacket he had on, right? There was a lot of ordnance in that truck. I bet he helped himself to some grenades before we went into the house. Hid them deep in that jacket. It must have been so easy to just reach in his jacket and slip the pin out of one of those grenades. All he had to do then was wait a few seconds."

Allyson's eyes misted. "That...s.h.i.t, that really took some guts."

Chad nodded and said, "Yeah."

They drove in silence for several more miles. Traffic thickened as they neared the exit that would carry them back to the interstate. Allyson thought of something as she hit the turn signal. "He said we should stay underground. "Why do you think he said that?"

Chad shook his head. "Jim spent most of his life underground. Probably he just thinks...thought it would be the smart thing to do."

"Or maybe he thought we might still be in danger somehow. Either from the Order or...whoever's in charge now at that house we just shot up."

Chad shrugged. "Could be."

Allyson steered the Jeep along the curving interstate ramp. "So what do you think we should do?"

"Right now?" Chad grunted. "Let's just keep driving and figure it out later. All I want at the moment is to get to a hotel somewhere, preferably one at least a hundred miles from here, then shower, have s.e.x with you, and sleep for a day."

Allyson smiled. "Sounds good."

The Jeep hit the interstate and Allyson put the pedal down.

EPILOGUE.

Six months later.

Dream sat on a high throne made of gold in the pyramid's main pavilion. Seated to her left in an identical throne was the Master. He looked resplendent in his long, tousled hair and fine clothes. He sensed her looking at him and smiled.

Dream shifted her attention to the ma.s.s of people gathered below. They sat in rows with their heads bowed. Perfectly still. Afraid to move until instructed to do so. They were right to be afraid. These were the denizens of Razor City, the now-thriving slave community founded by the late Giselle Burkhardt. Theirs was a brutal existence. They lived day-to-day, never knowing when they might be summoned to sacrifice or be killed by some other cutthroat member of their own community.

They were gathered to pay official tribute to their new Queen and Master. A few of them would soon be called to the altar situated between the crowd and the high thrones. They would give their blood to honor the death G.o.ds and exalt the reign of their new rulers. The perimeter of the pavilion was ringed with armed men clad in black. Formerly called the Black Brigade, Dream had redubbed them the Palace Guard. She liked the sound of that better. It was like something out of a fairy tale. And therefore more fitting for a Queen.

It was far from the only change made in the months since she was reunited with the Master. She had more control over her powers than ever, could conjure things and mold the fabric of reality with astonishing precision. She had reshaped herself into a replica of her younger self. Her hair was golden blonde again, long and flowing. Her skin was a sun-kissed tan again, and the age lines at the edges of her eyes and mouth were gone. Some of her improved control was a result of the Master's guidance. More of it was her exponentially increasing natural skill level. A shining example of what she could do was standing in front of the altar.