Vampire Babylon - Midnight Reign Part 28

She sounded like Dawn. Holy c.r.a.p. She'd pretended to be Dawn to Breisi, or Kiko, or...G.o.d, she hoped The Voice had answered. Maybe he'd be able to read what was going on or do whatever he did.

Looking oddly discomfited with her own sly games, Eva turned to go, hesitated, then said one last thing. "When it comes to who the good guys are, think of who just offered the information you wanted and who's been withholding from you."

The rest of it was implicit: would you trust a boss who used your dad as bait or the mom who was taking such a chance to get her family back?

"We're not the villains, Dawnie," she said.

Dawn flinched at the nickname. Then, automatically her inner smart-a.s.s kicked in, and she held up her hands, showcasing the chains to remind Eva of who was playing jailhouse warden here.

With a touche glance, Eva nodded sadly, as if admitting that the ends justified the means. Then she turned to Frank, lavishing a look of such profound affection on him that Dawn blushed. It got even worse when he turned away, a man caught between two impossible forces.

"Breisi," Dawn whispered to him, encouraging her dad to take a side.

Abruptly, Eva flew at Dawn, catching her T-shirt in her fists. "Don't-"

But when she realized what she was doing, she c.o.c.ked her head, gently let Dawn go, and backed away. "Don't say that name in my house again."

Then she let out a long breath, as if destroyed that Frank had found someone else. As if deflated that her daughter actually liked the woman who'd replaced her. Then she turned around and went through the door, closing it behind her.

No doubt taking great care to slip quietly back to her real family Underground, as all Elites did.

TWENTY-ONE.

SUPERSTARRING.

S OMEONE had made the deal of all deals last night.

This time, while waiting in a rental car that Someone always took great care to clean, the Vampire Killer wouldn't even have to go through the trouble of choosing a victim from the ValuShoppe parking lot. No, everything would be different with this next murder because...

Well, last night, "Servants," as they'd called themselves once they were belowground, had caught Someone leaving Annie Foxworth's apartment. Thank heavens it'd all turned out for the best though, because after they'd brought Someone to "the Master," he'd made an astounding offer.

Someone still couldn't believe it. A vampire. A real vampire!

"Fame," the compelling man had said, his eyes a swirling, visual promise of that one elusive word. "We've heard about your killing talents, and we want to put them to good use. Would you believe that we have the power to make you a fixture on every TV set in America? Yes, it's true. Everyone is going to forget about Lee if you pull off what we have planned." He'd smiled then-so G.o.dlike, so loving. "You'll last in everyone's minds forever. Lee was just a flash in the night, but you'll be a star."

Someone had given in to the seduction: the glory, the spotlight, the lure of being just as special as a creature like the Master. He'd offered all of it, and Someone knew it would kill the Lee.

The only catch was that the Master had selected tonight's quarry, calling this murder a "favor" that would benefit all of them, including Someone. Right now, the hunt wasn't as gut-level satisfying as the real thing, but after it was over, the Master would welcome Someone into the Underground, and the satisfaction would go way beyond a thrill kill.

This was the ultimate way to best the Lee.

While Someone watched the next victim walk out of a now-closed hardware store and to a parked vehicle, juices ran hot again.

The grip of a weapon was clammy against a palm sliding with sweat. Tonight, the vampires had given Someone a Taser, because they wanted their victim alive.

At least for now.

This performance would take place in front of a crowd. A ratings monster, Someone thought. A swan song before retiring Underground to drink blood with real fangs.

Blood had started to taste so good.

Through the windshield, Someone could see that the victim already had car keys in hand, the other hand hidden.

Someone slipped in the set of fake fangs purchased from a Goth store on the Internet with a borrowed credit card, then made sure they were secured tightly.

Open the car door. Quietly, so quiet. Eyes always on the prize, wig off and head scrubbed so as not to leave fibers; clothing black and common enough to deflect any attention.

Tonight, even the Lee Tomlinson would be a fan because he'd never reached these heights. The Master had told Someone that the Lee had wanted to be a vampire so badly he'd killed for it.

Feeling superior, Someone crept toward the victim on stealthy feet, masked in the dark. Around the empty parking lot, Servants watched to make sure everything went smoothly. This kill was that important.

The Lee would never talk down to Someone again because he'd have no right to. f.u.c.k him. f.u.c.k him for f.u.c.king- Brutal images slashed through Someone: Lee wrenching Someone's arm up between shoulder blades, whispering, "I'm stronger and smarter than you'll ever be. I'm the Lee Tomlinson, and you're n.o.body." Someone had bit their pillow the whole time, mouth full of linen, spit, and bleach, belly sc.r.a.ping the mattress during each thrust- Someone shook their head to dislodge the flashes, then got closer to Victim Number Three.

It was only at the scent of jasmine that the killer lost step, recalling the Master's warnings about other forces at work. But the hesitation didn't last long, because an "Elite" who'd been summoned just in case of this scenario ripped the ghost away, captivating it.

Then Someone struck quickly.

But the victim whirled around first, whisking a gun out from under a jacket.

Someone was ready, ducking, firing the Taser.

As the victim flopped to the ground, convulsing, Someone stopped being a no one.

And started to feel like the true, glamorous vampire star the Lee Tomlinson would never be.

TWENTY-TWO.

BELOW, ACT FOUR.

T HE seductive music video on the Master's television screen was not only bothering Sorin, it was clearly not adding to Eva Claremont's mood, as well.

"I'm going to kill Paul Aspen," she said, standing up from the divan. "Sorin-I'm going to kill you!"

"Eva," the Master said, wearing his inhuman form-dark, nebulous, and outlined with the energetic red neon that spoke of good cheer. "Let's hear him out."

The head vampire guided his favorite Elite back to the pillows, unable to take his gaze from her. He stroked her hair, clearly in awe of the blond waves.

Sorin stood his ground in front of them, hands folded behind his back. They were in the Master's private quarters, where he was preparing to gift the actress with her first monthly infusion since her release. Though they received only enough blood to possess a fraction of the Master's own powers, it was enough. Without it, they would become what they feared worst: ugly, old, average.

Not that Eva Claremont was entirely focused on that matter. Unlike many Elites, who priced human attachments below fame, she had family concerns. And the Master had preyed upon those fears, utilizing Underground recruiters-Servant agents and managers-to win over the mortal actress he worshipped from afar.

Sorin somewhat respected her love for family. He had always retained an inkling of memory for his own, as well.

Eva was still glaring at him, her Allure getting away from her and causing her gaze to break apart into multihued shards. "You asked Paul Aspen to wipe my daughter's memory! And he bit her. Bit her, Sorin! He had no right-" "I regret that." Sorin's tone remained even. "I did not antic.i.p.ate his foolishness."

She turned to the Master. "You promised I could ease her into this life, Benedikte. If I'd known what would happen when I left Dawn alone at the party, I wouldn't have brought her. I thought it was safe."

"You're upset. I understand." The Master kept smoothing back her hair. "Don't be angry."

Sorin's posture stiffened as he witnessed the Elite slowly wrapping the older vampire around her tiny finger once again. She was the Master's weakness.

Thank the day Sorin had carried his streak of human logic with him into this world. From years of observance, he believed many other vampires clung to a semblance of mortal emotion, unable to desert it. Sorin was admittedly guilty of that, but it had faded with time, embedding itself deeply, where it was not simply accessed.

Eva had not calmed down. She was kneeling next to the Master, holding one of his darkly hazy hands. "I know Paul facilitated my return to Hollywood by getting me this big new role. He's a mentor, but I didn't realize he'd take Dawn in exchange for his efforts."

"Eva, I'll handle this."

Although Sorin could not clearly see the Master's face, he knew how the old vampire would be longing for her. It was an eternal heartbreak that Sorin did not comprehend.

The Master turned to Sorin. "Didn't you think of how this would affect Eva?"

From the sharpness of tone, Sorin knew that his maker was sickened by what had happened to Dawn, as well.

Sorin antic.i.p.ated this. "I gambled and failed. Yet I still believe the risk would have been worth the reward, had I succeeded.

Dawn Madison is an untapped resource, and we have waited too long to fully mine her." He paused. "And it is not as if Eva would ever extract the information we need from-"

"She's my daughter!" There was fire in Eva's eyes now. "You've both gone far enough in using her as a toy of war."

"At this point, we are all toys."

"Enough." The Master's aura throbbed. "Sorin, you know extracting information from Dawn has not been Eva's job."

"Yes, Master, I am sorry." His maker was clearly upset by Sorin's a.n.a.lysis. Yet what choice was there but to press onward? The spirit who had accompanied Dawn to Paul's party had yielded no information under strenuous examination, and Sorin doubted that more captivity would provoke her into revealing anything about why she was with Dawn or who her boss really was. Most unfortunately, Sorin was not even so certain that this most recent plan of the Master's-the so-called Vampire Killer scheme- would produce results tonight, even if their murderer was already carrying out the plan.

The Master a.s.suaged Eva by petting her throat, laying her back on the pillows, and beginning the infusion process. She was trembling, most likely from residual anger and the craving for blood that built up in Elites over the course of a month.

"Maybe you're not thinking straight when it comes to Dawn," the Master said softly. "Even you admit that you revealed yourself too early."

"I had to." Eva rubbed a hand over her brow.

"Taking her captive is going to set off some fireworks. If we weren't making a move to bring Limpet out of the shadows tonight, I'd be very upset with you."

"We could've fooled everyone Above for at least a few days. Dawn's ident.i.ty could've been a.s.sumed by y-" "It wasn't your choice to force any vampire's hand, Eva."

She absently ran her other hand over the divan, no doubt knowing the Master followed her every move.

Wrapping the Master around her finger, Sorin thought again.

"Dawn was much too close to the truth," she added.

Sorin raised his chin, wishing he had Awareness with his sibling, just as maker and higher children-or even the original blood brothers-did. Alas, he was not so fortunate.

He had come to suspect that perhaps Dawn had somehow stumbled upon a secret that had forced Eva's hand. Perhaps Frank, her husband? Had Eva been lying to them all along about his whereabouts? Sorin did not want to believe she would do such a dangerous, selfish thing. She had sacrificed so much to be in the Underground so...why?

The Master's Awareness intruded. Stop dwelling on it. She didn't take Frank. Her mind would show it, and Julia would tell us.

Sorin shut off his own Awareness as he thought, If Eva allowed you fully into her mind, you might know. And perhaps Julia worships Eva more than the Underground. You would understand such a thing.

But Sorin did not share his feelings about how his father tended to fool himself when it came to matters he did not wish to face.

Sorin turned their communication back on. I only wish to know why she would endanger our home.

My guess is love. The elder vampire slipped a vaporlike arm under the small of Eva's back, arching her up as he nuzzled her neck.

She tightened her hand over her brow.

Love, Sorin thought to himself. A concept, really. He applied it to his missing vampire daughters, turned it this way and that. Then he realized that his affection for them was now more memory than feeling.

As the Master used what looked to be a nail to slice open a wound on his chest, he scooped Eva's head into a palm and tenderly led her mouth to him.

Not yet dismissed, Sorin watched, thinking how Eva sucked more than just blood out of his father.

"Everything is going to be beautiful soon," said the head vampire. "We'll be together, you, me, and Dawn."

Intent on feeding, Eva splayed her hands against the Master's chest, sucking languidly, greedily. He leaned back his head, his other hand stroking her back, urging her against him.

"After tonight," he continued, "everything will be easier."

As she drew harder from him, Sorin fisted his hands. She had drunk enough; she needed to cease.

Yet the Master did not seem to care.

"I'm going to...take away your troubles tonight...Eva-"

He convulsed, and she rose up, pressing herself to him, stronger than usual. She laved in even more blood, moaning.

Just as Sorin stepped forward to drag her away, the Master glowed anew, then forcefully pulled her off himself. He was breathing heavily, erratically, his outline beating.

For a moment, Eva and he merely stared at each other, her skin flushed. Then, gently, he reached out and wiped a streak of blood off her lips, inserting a dark thumb between them.

Clearly embarra.s.sed at the intimacy, Eva disengaged, squirming out from under the Master.

"What do you mean, Benedikte?" She smoothed the skirt of her dress. "What's happening tonight?"

With great pride in his strategic planning, the Master told her of the Vampire Killer scheme as well as her own part in it. When he finished, Eva's hand was at her throat, as if startled.