Лорел Гамильтон: The Harlequin

«I know,» Malcolm said.

«Without a true master, a true blood-oathed, mystically connected master, your congregation are just sheep waiting for the wolves to come get them.»

«Jean-Claude said as much a month ago.»

«Yeah, he did.»

«I thought at first that it was one of the new vampires who has joined Jean-Claude. One of the ones from Europe, but it is not. It is something more powerful than that. Or it is a group of vampires combining their powers through their master's marks. I have felt such power only once before.»

«When?» I asked.

He shook his head. «We are forbidden to speak of it, on penalty of death. Only if they contact us directly can we break this silence.»

«It sounds like you've already been contacted,» I said.

He shook his head again. «They are tampering with me, and my people, because technically I am outside normal vampire law. Did Jean-Claude report to the council that my church had not blood-oathed any of its followers?»

I nodded. «Yes, he did.»

He put his big hands over his face and leaned over his knees, almost as if he felt faint. He whispered, «I feared as much.»

«Okay, Malcolm, you're moving too fast for me here. What does Jean-Claude's reporting to the council have to do with some group of powerful vamps messing with your church?»

He looked at me, but his eyes had gone gray with worry. «Tell him what I have told you. He will understand.»

«But I don't.»

«I have until New Year's Day to give Jean-Claude my answer about the blood-oathing. He has been generous and patient, but there are those among the council that are neither of those things. I had hoped they would be proud of what I had accomplished. I thought it would please them, but I fear now that the council is not ready to see my brave new world of free will.»

«Free will is for humans, Malcolm. The preternatural community is about control.»

He stood again. «You have almost complete discretion on how the warrant is executed, Anita. Will you use some of that discretion to find the truth before you kill my followers?»

I stood up. «I can't guarantee anything.»

«I would not ask that. I ask only that you look for the truth before it is too late for Sally, and my other follower, whose name you will not even give me.» He sighed. «I have not sent Sally running out of town; why would I warn the other?»

«You came through the door knowing Sally was in trouble. I'm not helping you figure the other bad guy out.»

«It is a man, then?»

I just looked at him, glad that I could give full eye contact. It had always been so hard to do the tough stare back when I couldn't look a vamp in the eyes.

He straightened his shoulders as if only now aware that he was slumping. «You won't even give me that, will you? Please tell Jean-Claude what I have told you. I should have come to you immediately. I thought morals kept me from running to the very power structure I despise, but it wasn't morals, it was sin; the sin of pride. I hope that my pride has not cost more of my followers their lives.» He went for the door.

I called after him. «Malcolm.»

He turned.

«How big an emergency is this?»

«Big.»

«Will a couple of hours make a difference?»

He thought about it. «Perhaps; why do you ask?»

«I won't be seeing Jean-Claude tonight. I just wanted to know if I should call him, give him a heads-up.»

«Yes, by all means, give him his heads-up.» He frowned at me. «Why would you not see your master tonight, Anita? Aren't you living with him?»

«Actually, no. I stay over at his place about half the week, but I've got my own place still.»

«Will you be killing more of my kindred tonight?»

I shook my head.

«Then you will raise my other colder brethren. Whose blissful death will you disturb tonight, Anita? Whose zombie will you raise so some human can get their inheritance, or a wife can be consoled?»

«No zombies tonight,» I said. I was too puzzled by his attitude on the zombies to be insulted. I'd never heard a vampire claim any kinship with zombies, or ghouls, or anything but other vamps.

«Then what will keep you from your master's arms?»

«I've got a date, not that it's any of your business.»

«But not a date with Jean-Claude, or Asher?»

I shook my head.

«Your wolf king then, Richard?»

I shook my head, again.

«For whom would you abandon those three, Anita? Ah, your leopard king, Micah.»

«Wrong again.»

«I am amazed that you are answering my questions.»

«So am I, actually. I think it's because you keep calling me a whore, and I think I want to rub your face in it.»

«What, the fact that you are a whore?» His face showed nothing when he said it.

«I knew you couldn't do it,» I said.

«Do what, Ms. Blake?»

«I knew you couldn't play nice long enough to get my help. I knew if I kept at you, you'd get snotty and mean.»

He gave a small bow, just from the neck. «I told you, Ms. Blake, my sin is pride.»

«And what's my sin, Malcolm?»

«Do you want me to insult you, Ms. Blake?»

«I just want to hear you say it.»

«Why?»

«Why not?» I said.

«Very well; your sin is lust, Ms. Blake, as it is the sin of your master and all his vampires.»

I shook my head and felt that unpleasant smile curl my lips. The smile that left my eyes cold, and usually meant I was well and truly pissed. «That's not my sin, Malcolm, not the one nearest and dearest to my heart.»

«And what would your sin be, Ms. Blake?»

«Wrath, Malcolm, it's wrath.»

«Are you saying I've made you angry?»

«I'm always angry, Malcolm; you just gave me a target to focus it on.»

«Do you envy anyone, Ms. Blake?»

I thought about it, then shook my head. «Not really, no.»

«I will not ask about sloth; you work entirely too hard for that to be an issue. You are not greedy, nor a glutton. Are you prideful?»

«Sometimes,» I said.

«Wrath, lust, and pride, then?»

I nodded. «I guess, if we're keeping score.»

«Oh, someone is keeping score, Ms. Blake, never doubt that.»

«I'm Christian, too, Malcolm.»

«Do you worry about getting into heaven, Ms. Blake?»

It was such an odd question that I answered it. «I did, for a while, but my faith still makes my cross glow. My prayers still have the power to chase the evil things away. God hasn't forsaken me; it's just that all the right-wing fundamentalist Christians want to believe he has. I've seen evil, Malcolm, real evil, and you aren't that.»

He smiled, and it was gentle, and almost embarrassed. «Have I come to you for absolution, Ms. Blake?»

«I don't think I'm the one to give you absolution.»

«I would like a priest to hear my sins before I die, Ms. Blake, but none will come near me. They are holy, and the very trappings of their calling will burst into flames in my presence.»

«Not true. The holy items only go off if the true believer panics, or if you try vampire powers on them.»

He blinked at me, and I realized his eyes held unshed tears, shimmering in the overhead lights. «Is this true, Ms. Blake?»

«I promise it is.» His attitude was beginning to make me afraid for him. I didn't want to be afraid for Malcolm. I had enough people in my life that I cared for enough to worry about; I did not need to add the undead Billy Graham to my list.

«Do you know any priests that might be willing to hear a very long confession?»

«I might, though I don't know if they're allowed to give you absolution, since technically in the eyes of the Church you're already dead. You have ties to a lot of the religious community, Malcolm; surely one of the other leaders would be willing.»