Tim Marquitz - Resurrection

“Uh, hey.” Smooth, huh?

She stepped in real close, wisps of her black hair tickling my neck and cheek, her breasts a naughty whisper against my fluttering stomach. One of her warm hands settled on the small of my back, the skin prickling at her touch.

“I have something for you.”

And I for you. I only hoped I wouldn’t have to clean it out of my underwear before our conversation was over. “What’s that?” My voice squeaked like a schoolgirl’s.

“I know where Baalth’s pets are being held.” She brushed her lips against my chin. Tiny electric shocks reverberated downward from the touch, curling my toes and straightening everything else in between.

Two thoughts struck me right then. The first was a mental treatise in the moral and ethical dilemma of banging my uncle’s woman and ex-wife’s mother, my once mother-in-law, in the middle of the street, in broad daylight.

The second was a detailed summation of all the groovy things I could do after Baalth granted me a heaping chunk of his magic for rescuing his men.

Surprisingly, the latter won out.

Common sense and self-preservation: 1

Penis: 0

At least for today.

I took a small step back, putting some space between me and Lilith. It was hard.

Moving away was too.

She looked at me like I’d just bought American. “Are you not interested?”

Double entendre aside, I did my best to act cool; ice cubes and arctic wastelands. Given the fact my pants looked like a pup tent, it was pretty clear she had my full attention. “Of course I am.”

She inched forward again, clearly not willing to let me off the hook. “My spies witnessed the necromancer’s attack.”

My thoughts went back to the body I’d found. It was awful convenient, but it could explain why the gaunt was there. “Go on.”

She licked her red lips before she continued, making sure my eyes followed her slow-moving tongue. “Reven’s creatures fled before Baalth arrived, stealing his men away into Limbo.”

While I was grateful to know where Baalth’s goons had been taken, Lilith was far too eager to pass the information on. I played stupid.

It wasn’t that difficult.

“Limbo is a big place.”

“That’s why I prepared a transport crystal for you.” She reached into her shirt, her hand squirming its way between her breasts. I held my breath as her wife beater was pushed down to within a millimeter of baring everything, then she yanked her hand out with an exaggerated twist. She flashed me a small blue gem, her fingers gently rolling it around her palm. I’d been hoping for a different kind of flash.

Disappointed, I peeled my eyes away from her show of manual dexterity. I had to think. Here Lilith was, providing me with the location of Baalth’s captured men and the means to go straight there, all while asking for nothing in return. There had to be a catch.

I had to ask-she’d expect it. “What’s in all this for you?”

Her eyes sparkled. “The hope of good will, mostly.” A serene calmness passed over her face. “Baalth and I have been on opposite sides of the aisle for too long. Were I to take this to him, at best, he’d refuse to see me, ignoring anything I had to say. At worst, the most likely of conditions, he’d…well, let’s just leave that to your imagination.” A tinge of sadness touched her lips. “However, were you to bring his men home, putting in a good word for my part in the rescue, he might open the door to me once more.”

I weighed what she told me. It made sense, especially now that Baalth was the biggest demon on the block, but something still bothered me. I couldn’t figure out how rescuing Baalth’s guys would help to stop Longinus from being resurrected. Why would she sidetrack me“I’m assuming Reven isn’t with them?”

She shook her head. “He knows his undead minions are flawed, that they can be compromised. He keeps a line of separation when it comes to remaining secure.”

Following her line of logic, it was a trap. My only question was, for who? Did Reven know Lilith was involved and had trailed his zombies, or did he realize she was feeding me info? My brain spun in circles. There were too many possibilities.

I suck with choices.

“So, if Reven isn’t there, how does this benefit us regarding Longinus?”

She looked at me as though I were stupid. She might have been right. “He did not kidnap Baalth’s men without cause. They have become an integral part of his plan to raise my dear, Maximus.” Moisture glistened in her eyes on cue.

I wished I had a golden statue to give her. “And their part is?”

She made a show of wiping her tears. “As circumstances have robbed Reven of the means to procure blood in mass quantities, he must find an alternate way to achieve his goal. In necromancy, empowered blood is far more potent than common, human blood.” She gestured toward Old Town. “The wizard and mentalist are to be sacrificed.”

From an entirely selfish point of view, that would blow. “Are you sure they’re still alive?”

She nodded. “Unlike common blood, empowered claret must be culled fresh for it to retain its potency. He will save them until the very last moment, claiming them from Limbo to be about his task before he can be stopped. That gives you time, however little.”

I didn’t bother to ask how she knew all that. After spending years with her daughter, I’d figured out pretty quick that all succubi were fonts of obscure knowledge. They didn’t just suck away the lives of the men they fed on, they delved inside their heads. Under a succubus’s control, their lovers were pumped for information and gave it up willingly. The succubi then used that knowledge to find their next quality mark, the process repeated ad nauseam. The side effect was an insight into most anything you could think of, necromancer’s minds not withstanding, apparently.

All that still didn’t answer who the trap was being set for, but it really didn’t matter when it came down to the brass tacks of it. Lilith had no intention of going after Baalth’s men. She was setting me up to deal with whatever popped up, staying clear of the conflict no matter how it turned out. It wasn’t the best of tactical situations, but it stopped the floundering I’d been doing since being jumped by the revenants.

Speaking of the ghost-toasties, I thought about telling Lilith they’d made an appearance, but decided against it. She was already playing loose and fast with the facts, so I didn’t see the point in cluing her in. If she already knew Daartan was involved, it wouldn’t change what she was planning. If she didn’t, it sure didn’t hurt to have a surprise readily available, should it be needed.

“We have a deal,” I told her, but her eyes were locked on something behind me. I turned and followed her stare, careful not to let her out of my sight.

There in the shadows between the ruined buildings, lurking as though to avoid being be seen, was a zombie. Lilith’s eyes went wide when we heard a scuffling noise to our left. We spun in tandem to see another zombie leering at us from around the corner.

Perhaps realizing it had been seen, the zombie let loose a wailing moan before shambling forward, which was echoed by others out of sight. Lilith rammed the blue gem into my hand and darted toward the open street.

“3000 east, 200 north, from there,” she called out as she ran, pointing to where I stood.

I stuffed the gem in my pocket and drew my gun as I spied a horde of ambling undead, spilling out of the darkness and maneuvering to cut off Lilith’s retreat. Within seconds, hundreds of corpses flooded the streets, their moans filling the air with a raspy dirge.

They also filled it with funk.

With a pop, I put a bullet into the closest zombie’s head and trailed out after Lilith. Despite the tightness of her jeans, she moved like a sprinter. She was glory in motion. Her long, lithe legs stretched and coiled, her-