Vampire Babylon - Break Of Dawn Part 24

And her horror only grew when she took a better look at him. Only now, with his hair falling free and such a primal expression haunting his features, did she know where she'd seen this being before.

In the seer's dagger vision.

Benedikte was Costin's fierce soldier companion, minus the dirt, facial hair, and leather. He'd been there when Costin was bitten and made a vampire. They'd been friends, these two. They were the same. Very real monsters.

The creature held out his arms to Dawn, as Eva often did when she was pleading. "What do you want? Tell me. I can be whatever you desire."

As Dawn's skin dissolved into shivers, Benedikte's body warped into that of Jesse Shane's.

"This?" he asked.

Dawn choked on air.

"Or," he interjected, "this?"

He changed into Frank.

"Oh, G.o.d," she said, nausea coating her throat. "You sick f.u.c.k!"

"Show me an image of Jonah Limpet then," Benedikte said, crawling closer as he shifted back into Matt's form. "Give me an idea of what he looks like in a picture where he's not covering his face. I haven't found any, and he's such a recluse. . . ."

She couldn't think of how to get out of this- If you need any help, just call my name, her mother had said.

"Eva," Dawn whispered.

But then she recalled the sting of her mother's slap.

d.a.m.n it, what else was there to do? What were her alternatives- Picture, Benedikte had said. Jonah.

The option banged through her, knocking at her head. Picture . . . pictures . . . Friends . . ."Breisi?" Dawn blurted out in a whisper. She would help-Breisi, the woman who'd always meant more to Dawn than Eva. "If the locator showed you where I might be, and you're looking for me nearby, I'm here. You can find me Underground here. Find me."

"Matt" was c.o.c.king his head at her, as if trying to understand what she was saying and why she wouldn't accept him.

Then terror struck just as soon as she realized what kind of danger she'd put Breisi in by summoning her. Panicking, Dawn started to reverse the selfish request.

But then the door to the room flew open, and Dawn was coc.o.o.ned in a warm, forgetful mist-Eva? Eva?-that clogged her mind, her body, until she found herself spat out into the night air, a minute, an eternity, later, landing on the concrete of a place she didn't recognize.

Until she looked up from her huddled position and found the Limpet house coming into focus above her.

Dawn pushed up from the cold ground, other details phasing into view. An empty swimming pool under moonlight, the pit strewn with leaves. Palm trees swaying in a fading night sky and crying in the wind.

"Eva?" she asked, just now realizing what had happened. Her mother had come to her, just as she'd promised.

But why? Why would she change her mind about leaving Dawn to the Master now . . . ?

Dawn turned to find Eva still in Danger Form, bobbing above the pool like a restless fog, her graceful arms reaching out.

An angel, Dawn thought. A guardian. And she'd dropped her daughter off in the same spot where she'd deposited Breisi after retrieving her dead body for proper burial.

"Remember this," her mother said. "Remember how much I love you."

As she lifted away, Dawn reached out, her throat contracting too much for her to get a word out.

All she wanted to finally say was that she'd always loved Eva, too.

NINETEEN.

BELOW, TAKE FOUR.

EVA'S vampire body was a part of the howling wind, a part of whatever made the night a fearful thing. She rode the air, telling herself that she could get back Underground before Benedikte realized what had happened.

But she knew she was living on fool's time.

The Master had seen her barge in and then encapsulate her daughter, as if cuddling Dawn back into the womb. He would have no doubts whatsoever this time that Eva had turned on him.

But she'd been aware of the possible consequences when she'd told Dawn to call her if Benedikte crossed any lines. She'd been prepared ever since slapping Dawn when her daughter had pointed out the harsh truth about why Eva had remained faithful to Benedikte.

Youth, beauty . . .

In the near distance, the Hollywood sign burned bright from the husk of a hillside. It shimmered in Eva's heightened vision as she flew closer. But upon a better look, she could tell it was composed of steel, dirtied and lifeless.

She put off going into the Underground, loitering around the sign and looking into the wavering lights of the city. Think, she needed to think. How was she going to explain everything to the Master this time?How could she explain it to herself? One second, she was opening up the Underground for attack by setting Frank free to go back to Limpet, or showing Dawn an old quarry exit and then delivering her Above anyway. The next she was worried that her actions would end up bringing about her master's demise-and her own forgotten humanity. What was she doing?

Eva skimmed the edges of the sign, wishing it would cut into her, wishing something would jar her into a more certain reality. Was she the type of brave mother who would give up everything for her family? Or was she really the woman who'd sold her soul to stay beautiful?

She didn't know. She just didn't know, and she was going to pay for the indecision. And, no matter what Dawn said about her mother loving to be in control, Eva knew it was a facade.

But . . . Eva paused on top of the sign. She needed to get back. A show of unity with the Master would help, especially if she could persuade him that she was on his side after all. . . .

Go, she thought. Just go.

Before she could hesitate anymore, she shot toward an Underground old quarry entrance, the most remote opening she could think of, though it hadn't been so out of the way earlier when Sorin had caught her there with Dawn. Eva should've expected the second-in-command to be watching her like a gargoyle, but getting caught was nothing next to her need to know that Frank was secure, that he regretted leaving her and wanted to come back.

Had he gone to Limpet? Eva hadn't been lying to Dawn when she'd said that she truly didn't know much about the Underground's foe. She'd really been hoping her husband wouldn't return to the agency, too. Surely he'd have enough sense to just go back to being a vampire version of the Frank she used to be married to and forget about being this new hunter.

Right before the entrance, Eva stopped, building herself up for whatever the Master had in store for her. She would take his punishments; it would be worth her pains because, when the Master had contacted her that second time via Awareness near the quarry entrance, she'd sensed a real desperation in him.

I'll give Dawn what she wants this time, he'd said, nearly giddy with this fresh plan to win her daughter over.

And what's that? Eva had asked, warning bells going off at his tone, even though she couldn't pinpoint the reason yet.

Matt Lonigan. The Master's voice had risen. She'll fall at his . . . my feet now. She'll do anything for me if I'm Matt.

It was here that Eva had known that if this last-ditch effort to be accepted by Dawn wasn't successful, Benedikte would break.

And, seeing as he had some pretty bipolar tendencies, she didn't want her daughter around him when that happened.

She'd seen his monstrous side before.

So she'd impulsively promised Dawn protection. Sure, she knew her daughter could handle a lot-look at what she'd done up until now-but this required more than chutzpah and fighting skills. This required a mother who knew better, a vampire who had retained an echo of humanity, even though it wasn't the real thing at all.

She hovered, her misty shape weaving in and out of itself, as if smoothing down a dress that she would wear in human form.

You're down here because of what you need, Dawn had told her, and that's why you'll always serve your master, first and foremost.

Her baby was right.

Trembling at the reminder-at the truth-Eva ran an outstretched limb along the wall, undoing the hidden lock.

She would earn the t.i.tle of "mother." Taking Dawn away from the Master had been only a start, and she didn't regret it, even though she was probably going to suffer now.But that was part of being a parent. A real one.

Inside, Eva whirled back into human form, then calmly walked the tunnel while opening her senses to Benedikte so she could go to him.

What I purchased with my soul isn't worth losing Dawn and Frank over, she told herself. And when she arrived at the Master's hidden quarters, she fortified herself with the mantra, arming herself with its abstract, rhythmic comfort.

Even though it was something she would never be able to see in a mirror.

ONE of the Master's corked soul vials fell from its box on the shelves and hit the rug as he fumbled amongst his collection, searching out a panacea.

But which of his prizes could take the place of Dawn?

Of Eva?

He sobbed, and his form blackened to almost nothing in its n.o.body-nebulous shape. His outline fizzed with the color of a graying corpse, but inside, he was dark. Closed.

"Master," Sorin said for at least the hundredth time. "You must concentrate on the positives."

Positives?

Ah, yes. An Elite had reported within the last few minutes that they'd caught a curious Limpet spirit Underground and had captivated it in a container much like one of the Master's vials and stowed it in a closet with the others. And, according to Sorin, Eva had played her final hand and exposed herself as a traitor. Positive news all around.

"Be rational," Sorin added.

There was fear in his second's voice, but Benedikte took no interest in that. He continued knocking over vials, partly because he couldn't see well enough to know what he was doing. Instead, his vision was consumed with images of Eva breaking into Dawn's room and stealing his lover away from him. He kept replaying the numbness of watching his one-time favorite zoom Dawn out of the room, out of the Underground, out of his life.

He hadn't even conjured the will to a.s.sume his most dangerous form and go after Eva. She had betrayed him and he'd seen it with his own gaze. Nothing else mattered.

No, wait. The disgust on Dawn's face when he'd revealed his ident.i.ty to her . . . ? That mattered.

Losing his strength, the Master grabbed at the boxes that housed the vials, grabbed at the shelving. The structure collapsed on his way down, spilling his collection, the vials rolling over the rug.

As he lay there staring at the ceiling, he felt just like that night in London, decades and decades ago, when he'd lost his first Underground.

Gone, he told himself. There's nothing left.

"Master." It was Sorin again-the one shining light during that first catastrophe. "Please do not sink into your melancholy. You cannot be in this state when Limpet comes."

Limpet. Coming. So what. The Underground had become a means to an end for Benedikte: a way to hold on to Eva. Dawn.

But now it was irrelevant."Master," Sorin repeated.

The outline around Benedikte's form fizzled, lacking animation.

His son came to stand over him. "I knew we should have reached into Dawn Madison's mind-rape or not-when she first came down here. Now we have no access to her again."

"I . . ." Benedikte sighed. "I wanted her to give willingly, and she would have, if . . ."

"Oh, Master." His son came to his knees beside Benedikte. "Ignoring the truth is not going to aid this situation."

"Don't try to rouse me with anger."

"I would give my soul for that to work. It would mean you have not lost the fire for battle."

He knew Sorin was right, but . . .

Benedikte reached for a vial. Next to him, he sensed his son growing excited, even in spite of his stalwart focus.

"You long for this?" The Master offered it to Sorin.

"No, I-" He cut himself off, rising to his feet and turning his back on his maker.

In the gloom of Benedikte's thoughts, one emerged forcefully. His son was growing into a Soul Taker, just like Benedikte. Could it be that Sorin's new yearning for this sustenance had inflamed the Guards' recent link with humanity, their cries for "hooome"?

When Sorin maintained the sentries with his magic, did that transfer a desire for souls . . . humanity? . . . to the lower vampires who'd been unwillingly separated from it?

Although Sorin wasn't a parent to the Guards-Groupies were the ones who donated their bite-he kept the troops in line with his powers, and he had a connection with them. . . .

Sorin's voice came out strong now, as if he were fighting off the soul thirst. "I will allow you a moment to wallow in your grief, Master, but then we must face reality."

He would allow his maker a moment. Impudence. Benedikte wanted to get angry but couldn't.

"Eva's betrayal could not have been more obvious in the coming," Sorin continued. "Besides all my other suspicions, I found her with her daughter in an old quarry pa.s.sage. She had opened the entrance, revealing it to Dawn. What if she were planning to gift Limpet with secret access for his attack, Master? Did it ever cross your mind that Dawn and Eva might be siding with the enemy?"

Benedikte dropped the vial. If he could become one with the ground, sinking into it and losing himself there, he would do it. Being a part of the soil sounded so natural right now. . . .

"Eva and that daughter of hers are your downfall," Sorin continued, turning around so that his words could prod at Benedikte's side like a spearhead seeking blood.

But then the Master sensed Eva nearby. She called to him through Awareness.

Master, she said, as if bowing before him in shame.