Bloodfever
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For the past few years, Ive been on a quest for a good old-fashioned date, the kind where the guy calls, makes the plans, picks you up in a car thats not his dads or his other girlfriends, and takes you somewhere that shows he put thought into what you might like, not what he might get off on like the latest how-many-naked-boobs-can-we-cram-into-this-movie-to-disguise-the-complete-lack-of-plot movie. Im looking for the kind of date that starts with good conversation, has a sweet and satisfying middle, and ends with long, slow kisses and the dreamy feeling that youre walking on clouds.
That is not what I was implying. We will sit, the two of us, and talk of more than threats and fears and the differences between us. We will spend one of your hours as friends.
I didnt like the careful way hed phrased that. One of my hours?
Our hours are much longer, sidhe-seer. See how freely I converse with you? Telling you of our ways. So trust begins.
Something about the Shade drew my attention. It took me a minute to figure out what it was. Its demeanor had changed. It was still predatory, but it was angry now. I could sense it the same way Id felt its mockery earlier. I could also sense that its anger was not directed at me. I lit another match and contemplated it. I had four matches left, and an uneasy suspicion that Vlane might be doing something to rein in the amorphous life-sucker.
Was it possible this unnaturally strong Shade could take me, even in the light, if Vlane werent here right now? Had he been holding it at bay since the beginning?
One hour, I ground out. But Im not taking the cuff. And you wont do that sexing-me-up thing. And I need coffee before we begin.
Not now. At a time of my choosing, MacKayla.
He was calling me by name like we were friends. I didnt like it one bit. I lit my third-last match. Fine. Fix my problem.
I was wondering just what Id agreed to, and how many more demands Vlane would make before getting rid of the ShadeI had no doubt hed draw it out until the last moment to scare and humiliate me as much as possiblewhen he mocked silkily, Let there be light, and suddenly all the lights in the room popped on.
The Shade exploded, shattering into countless dark pieces. They scrabbled toward the night, frantic cockroaches fleeing a bombed room, and I could sense the Unseelie was in unspeakable pain. If light didnt kill them, it was certainly their version of Hell.
After the last quivering fragment scuttled over the sill, I hurried to shut the window. The alley was once again brightly lit. And empty.
Vlane was gone.
I collected my flashlights, tucked them back into my waistband, and walked through the store, hunting for Shades lurking in corners or hiding inclosets. I found none. All the lights were back on, inside and out.
It disturbed me deeply. As effortlessly as Vlane had helped me, he could dump me back into the dark if he felt like it, without ever even having to enter the store.
What else could he do? How powerful was a Royal Fae? Shouldnt the wards keep him from being able to influence physical matter beyond them? Speaking of wards, why hadnt they kept out the Shades? Had Barrons only warded the property against the Lord Master? If he could perform such tricks, why not ward the entire building against everything? Except, of course, store patrons, although it was obvious the bookstore was just a coverBarrons needed more money like Ireland needed more rain.
I needed answers. I was sick of not getting any. I was surrounded by egotistical, unpredictable, moody, pushy jackasses, and my feeling was if you cant beat them, join them. I was confident I, too, could be a pushy jackass. I just needed a little practice.
I wanted to know more about Barrons. I wanted to know if he lived in this building or not. I wanted to know more about his mysterious garage. Hed slipped up not long ago, and mentioned something about a vault three floors beneath it. I wanted to know what a man like him stored in an underground vault.
I began with the store. The front half was just what it seemed, an eclectic and well-stocked bookstore. I dismissed it and moved to the rear half. The first floor was as impersonal as a museum, liberally and exorbitantly fitted with antiquities and artwork, but nothing that betrayed any real glimpse into the mind of the man whod acquired the many artifacts. Even his study, the one room I expected to offer some personal portrayal of the man, presented only the cool, impersonal reflection of a large wood-framed mirror that occupied the wall between cherry bookcases, behind the ornate fifteenth-century desk. There was no bedroom, kitchen, or dining room on the first floor.
Every door on the second and third floors was locked. They were heavy, solid wood doors with complicated locks that I couldnt force or pick. I started out stealthily jiggling the doorknobs because I was afraid Barrons might be in one of the rooms, but by the time I got to the third floor, I was giving them good hard shakes and pissed-off kicks. Id awakened tonight to find myself in the dark. I was tired of being in the dark. I was tired of everyone else having control of the lights.
I stomped back downstairs and outside to the garage. The rain had abated but the sky was still dark with thunderclouds, and dawn was a promise I wouldnt have believed, if Id not lived through twenty-two years of them. Down the alley to my left, Shades restlessly shaped and reshaped the darkness at the edge of the abandoned neighborhood.
I flipped them off. With both hands.
I tested the garage door. Locked, of course.
That is not what I was implying. We will sit, the two of us, and talk of more than threats and fears and the differences between us. We will spend one of your hours as friends.
I didnt like the careful way hed phrased that. One of my hours?
Our hours are much longer, sidhe-seer. See how freely I converse with you? Telling you of our ways. So trust begins.
Something about the Shade drew my attention. It took me a minute to figure out what it was. Its demeanor had changed. It was still predatory, but it was angry now. I could sense it the same way Id felt its mockery earlier. I could also sense that its anger was not directed at me. I lit another match and contemplated it. I had four matches left, and an uneasy suspicion that Vlane might be doing something to rein in the amorphous life-sucker.
Was it possible this unnaturally strong Shade could take me, even in the light, if Vlane werent here right now? Had he been holding it at bay since the beginning?
One hour, I ground out. But Im not taking the cuff. And you wont do that sexing-me-up thing. And I need coffee before we begin.
Not now. At a time of my choosing, MacKayla.
He was calling me by name like we were friends. I didnt like it one bit. I lit my third-last match. Fine. Fix my problem.
I was wondering just what Id agreed to, and how many more demands Vlane would make before getting rid of the ShadeI had no doubt hed draw it out until the last moment to scare and humiliate me as much as possiblewhen he mocked silkily, Let there be light, and suddenly all the lights in the room popped on.
The Shade exploded, shattering into countless dark pieces. They scrabbled toward the night, frantic cockroaches fleeing a bombed room, and I could sense the Unseelie was in unspeakable pain. If light didnt kill them, it was certainly their version of Hell.
After the last quivering fragment scuttled over the sill, I hurried to shut the window. The alley was once again brightly lit. And empty.
Vlane was gone.
I collected my flashlights, tucked them back into my waistband, and walked through the store, hunting for Shades lurking in corners or hiding inclosets. I found none. All the lights were back on, inside and out.
It disturbed me deeply. As effortlessly as Vlane had helped me, he could dump me back into the dark if he felt like it, without ever even having to enter the store.
What else could he do? How powerful was a Royal Fae? Shouldnt the wards keep him from being able to influence physical matter beyond them? Speaking of wards, why hadnt they kept out the Shades? Had Barrons only warded the property against the Lord Master? If he could perform such tricks, why not ward the entire building against everything? Except, of course, store patrons, although it was obvious the bookstore was just a coverBarrons needed more money like Ireland needed more rain.
I needed answers. I was sick of not getting any. I was surrounded by egotistical, unpredictable, moody, pushy jackasses, and my feeling was if you cant beat them, join them. I was confident I, too, could be a pushy jackass. I just needed a little practice.
I wanted to know more about Barrons. I wanted to know if he lived in this building or not. I wanted to know more about his mysterious garage. Hed slipped up not long ago, and mentioned something about a vault three floors beneath it. I wanted to know what a man like him stored in an underground vault.
I began with the store. The front half was just what it seemed, an eclectic and well-stocked bookstore. I dismissed it and moved to the rear half. The first floor was as impersonal as a museum, liberally and exorbitantly fitted with antiquities and artwork, but nothing that betrayed any real glimpse into the mind of the man whod acquired the many artifacts. Even his study, the one room I expected to offer some personal portrayal of the man, presented only the cool, impersonal reflection of a large wood-framed mirror that occupied the wall between cherry bookcases, behind the ornate fifteenth-century desk. There was no bedroom, kitchen, or dining room on the first floor.
Every door on the second and third floors was locked. They were heavy, solid wood doors with complicated locks that I couldnt force or pick. I started out stealthily jiggling the doorknobs because I was afraid Barrons might be in one of the rooms, but by the time I got to the third floor, I was giving them good hard shakes and pissed-off kicks. Id awakened tonight to find myself in the dark. I was tired of being in the dark. I was tired of everyone else having control of the lights.
I stomped back downstairs and outside to the garage. The rain had abated but the sky was still dark with thunderclouds, and dawn was a promise I wouldnt have believed, if Id not lived through twenty-two years of them. Down the alley to my left, Shades restlessly shaped and reshaped the darkness at the edge of the abandoned neighborhood.
I flipped them off. With both hands.
I tested the garage door. Locked, of course.
