Vampire Babylon - Midnight Reign Part 35

The Master was having the time of his life with this acting, even if Sorin hadn't liked this charade one bit. But Benedikte had been careful to shield himself 99.9 percent of the time, and his son had to admit that these trips had given his father a reason to exist again. Who could argue with that?

Sorin had grown quiet. He tilted his head as he considered Eva, reflecting in the usual inquisitive vampire pose.

You absolutely trust her, his son said.

Benedikte lavished a gaze over his angel, taking in her long blond hair, her pure beauty, and ignoring how she watched Frank with such delicate longing. In her, he saw everything that used to move him while sitting in a place of worship.

I trust her with everything, Sorin.

Yes, Master. But you know what Elites are capable of. They captivate the world with their acting. Do you not think she could do the same to you?

Benedikte could feel himself heating up to a sizzle.

You're questioning me again. His thoughts were as low as a growl. Haven't I brought us this far?

No answer. Benedikte took that as a yes.

The Master smiled. Maybe you'll only be satisfied when I have Limpet's head on a stick?

Now Sorin glanced over at the one-way mirror, his smile reflecting his maker's. That would satisfy me a great deal.

Then it's time to finally wipe our hands of our enemy...quietly, as usual.

When his son chuckled out loud, a ravaged Eva turned away from her nonresponsive husband to face Sorin, then the mirror.

As she c.o.c.ked her head, the Master pressed closer against the gla.s.s, tilting his head, too, worshipping her from a dangerous distance.

TWENTY-SEVEN.

THE SCARS.

A S Dawn all but stumbled up to the front door of the Limpet house, the UV lights blasted on, stinging her eyes.

She opened then slammed shut the door. "Kiko?"

She sounded like she was about to jump off a cliff, and maybe that was the truth. Nothing made sense, and it seemed like the only way to make things better was to annihilate herself then build from scratch.

But the only response she got was her own thin voice, chopping back at her from the corners of the house.Why didn't she ever get answers?

Anger exploded, pushing Dawn into a run toward Breisi's lab door. She knew it'd be locked, but she needed to try to get in anyway. Pounding with her fists, kicking, she took perverse pleasure at the punishment the door was taking.

But soon, her minor kicks and punches turned into flails, then a fight to keep back more tears.

"d.a.m.n this." Dawn slammed her heel against the door, once, again. She leaned her head against it. "d.a.m.n...every...thing..."

A click caused her to stumble forward, the door giving way. Breathing heavily, she watched as it cracked open.

For a second, she could only stare. Breisi had always kept the door as secure as an armory's, and Dawn had only been able to imagine what was down there.

What kind of science experiments, fantastic inventions?

Holding back the sorrow, Dawn rubbed her hands over her face, preparing herself to find out.

A droning buzz escorted her down a stone staircase. It was illuminated by lifeless blue light, which only grew stronger as Dawn descended farther, hand against the granite wall.

Buzzzzzz...

The sound attacked her, but she didn't dare cover her ears. Ignoring her pained arm, she pulled out her whip chain.

But when she reached the bottom, she dropped her weapon.

The blue light was coming from the ceiling, which had been designed to look like a heaven, complete with painted clouds amidst soft azure neon fixtures. Below, an army of computers, plus the expected lab equipment, stood abandoned: steel tables holding the unfinished structures of projects Breisi would never fool around with again, s.p.a.ce-agey machines Dawn couldn't even begin to explain. But there was also a trundle bed with white railing and fluffy linen bedclothes and pillows. Next to that stood a lace- mantilla-covered end table with a reading lamp and pictures of a very young Breisi and her grandmother hugging.

Dawn walked over to pick up one of those. It felt like her ribs had turned inward, bleeding her.

Breisi, so help me, I couldn't do anything....

She held the picture to her chest, pressing so hard the metal frame cut into her.

When she heard footsteps, she didn't even glance up.

Silence. Then more steps. Then The Voice, his unamplified words making it sound as if he were in the room. But it was him. She knew it.

"I wanted to help her." His tone was like the aftermath of a decimated city: crumbled and haunted. "But we lost contact, and Hatsu, her Friend, disappeared. They're all disappearing, one by one...."

Tautness strung the air together, linked only by the buzzing machine in the corner. Breisi had lived here. She'd made the Limpet house her home, made the team her family. Dawn wanted to cry even more.

"Can you tell me what happened?" The Voice asked.

Dawn tried to talk, couldn't, but then gathered herself and tried again. It was rough but audible. "You really have no idea? You never saw the-" She almost said "video," but Eva had said the transmission hadn't gone public.

Something tapped at her brain. Video. The broadcast. But she couldn't hold on to it.

The Voice abolished the silence. "We only have her..." He stopped, then started again. "We found Breisi's body set out in the backyard, and she's being carefully seen to."

"Thanks to Eva." Dawn wasn't going to give that vamp credit for carrying Breisi away from the cops, for giving her back to the people who cared about her. Eva could apologize in a thousand different ways and it wouldn't make up for anything.

"The Friends have already told me many things about what happened." A footstep echoed. "Can you tell me, Dawn?"

"Do I need to repeat it? You've set us all up."

"What did you say?"

His voice blasted out with such wounded ire that Dawn dropped the picture. It shattered to the floor, jags of gla.s.s killing Breisi a second time. Dawn wouldn't take her gaze off that, somehow knowing she could've stopped this, too.

But it gave her an odd strength, and she felt herself whipping around to face his darkness. "You knew about Eva. Why didn't you warn me? She took me, Jonah. She has Frank, too. It makes me wonder if you knew something that could've saved Breisi, but maybe you weren't telling her, either-"

"Frank is with her?" Relief, pure and simple, weighed his voice. "And Eva took you to be with both of them?"

Now he didn't sound relieved so much as remorseful.

"Yes, I was kidnapped. Did you really think I ditched you and the team, even if Eva pretended she was me on the phone?"

The Voice didn't say anything, which meant he'd had doubts about her, too. How? What had she done to burn him? Just because she wasn't a natural do-gooder like Breisi or Kiko didn't mean she lacked loyalty or more n.o.ble qualities. Did he think that little of her?

His laden sigh filled the room, seeping into her. But she was already too soaked with grief, saturated enough to hit rock bottom and stay there.

She sank down to Breisi's bed.

More footsteps. But he still didn't come out of the shadows.

"Kiko's prophecy, where you're victorious over the vampires..." Pause. "He also predicted that you'd have to make a choice, Dawn, and you'd have to arrive at that decision yourself. Just know that I kept you uninformed because I couldn't afford to turn you against me until you were already invested in our cause. This meant you would eventually come to hate me...." His voice cracked. "But I was prepared. I am always prepared because that's why I exist."

"To serve your crusade?" she bit out. "That's why you..." She primed herself to finally say it. "That's why you used me as bait again-to see if Jac was an Underground vampire?"

"I need you, Dawn."

No voice tricks, no hypnosis. He just sounded terribly human.

She stared straight ahead. "The good of the many outweighs the good of the few, right?"

"This is the most powerful vampire community I've ever met, and the best hidden. I've never needed more than my spirits and a few well-chosen humans to act as my eyes and ears outside. But we'll be the victors, somehow, even if there's always a price. I learned that early."

"How?"

"Through other facades, just like Limpet and a.s.sociates, which exists only to find this Underground."

She took that in. "So all our cases, like Robby's and the Vampire Killer's...We don't take them on unless they'll lead Underground. And when your team finds them, that's when you step in."

"As I always do."

"So there've been other...Undergrounds?"

"Many."

His voice seemed even closer and, only now, did it raise something up inside of her, something that had been slain when Breisi died. Raw feeling, even more than Matt had stirred. But his tone wasn't hitting her in a physical way; it was at the core of her, soothing what needed to be soothed.

She didn't want that. Didn't want him.

"So let me get this straight," she said, an edge to her tone. "About a year ago, you started collecting your lambs for the slaughter here in L.A. for this facade?"

"Every one of my fighters is precious to me." His voice had dragged itself back to a growl. "I had a hunch about all the strange movie-star murders-and I felt the presence of a master-so that's when I began recruiting."

"Why a new team? Do they all die before your next mission?"

"I ask every one of them what they are willing to do for a bigger cause, Dawn. They all have the same answer: anything. You said the same, too, when it came to helping us find Frank. I have to depend upon a literal interpretation of 'anything' or I have nothing."

It was a roundabout answer, goading her to ask, "Just how many times have you done this before?"

When he didn't answer, Dawn asked, "Am I on the right side? Why did you let this happen to Breisi, why?"

"The terrible part is that I did not let anything happen tonight. It was beyond my control. Far beyond my control."

If he hadn't sounded so troubled about that, Dawn would've attacked the dark. But there was something much more frightening at work here: maybe The Voice wasn't all-powerful. Maybe he was in over his head just as much as everyone else.

"Then why do you want to hunt this Underground?" she asked. "Why don't you just back off and stop?"

"Because I cannot."

She knew that was all she was going to get. But then, as if he wanted to make up for it, he offered something else.

"A while ago, I lost an entire team because one of them used knowledge they shouldn't have ever possessed. She knew too much. The team divided because of it, and we lost our quarry, so I learned my lesson and applied it this time to avoid a repeated disaster of that magnitude." He let out a breath. "Whether the world Above knows it or not, we are at war. And war is not merely physical combat-it's built on lying, torture, and mental games. It's the utilization of anything that works, and I will do whatever it takes to win. You would, too." Maybe he thought he'd earned her trust with that nibblet. But he hadn't. It'd take a lot more.

Something on a steel table caught her eye. On weak legs, she managed to rise, to go to it.

When she touched the object, she couldn't hold back anymore.

It was a bladed crossbow, only half-formed like a creature caught in the middle of death and existence.

"She was making it for you," The Voice said. "Breisi knew how much you admired her own weapon."

On a ragged sob, Dawn hunched over the table, depending on it to keep her standing. She pushed at the crossbow but it was attached to the table, immovable. "d.a.m.n you to h.e.l.l, Jonah."

"Well said," he whispered.

She darted a glare toward the location of his voice. Darkness. "Can't you just give me a sign of faith, just one? Can't you make Breisi's death meaningful in the least?"

"Nothing can do that."

Giving up, she rested her head in her arms, rubbing her tears off on her jacket. She was done. No more.

"Dawn?"

She heard a stirring behind her, then another sigh, this one a surrender of sorts.

Then she felt the shocking tingle of someone at her back.

Almost not wanting to, she raised her head, chills digging down her spine, skin more alive than ever. Slowly, she turned her head to find him right behind her.

Jonah.

Words vibrated in her throat but wouldn't come.