Bloodfever
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Dani scowled and propped her bike against the wall. She thinks Im too fecking young. Ive killed more Fae than all her other little kiss-ass acolytes she sends out combined, and still she treats me like a child! She stomped over to the counter, and looked me up and down. I bet you cant kill the Grug. I bet Rowenas wrong about you. What kind of special powers do you have? I dont see anything special about you.
Without another word I skirted the cashier counter, pushed through the connecting doors, and headed for the rear of the store.
What was eating Unseelie outside my bedroom window? I didnt like it one bit. It was bad enough that I had to worry about Shades and whatever was beneath the garage but now I had to worry about a monster-muncher, too. Nor did I like that such a thing had happened twice now, with me in the immediate vicinity. Were such macabre feasts taking place across the city and I just didnt know it because I wasnt getting out much? Or was it happening specifically around me? Was it coincidence, or something more?
I pushed open the back door and scanned the alley, left and right.
It took me a few moments to spot it. Nearly two-thirds of it was gone and what remainedthe head, shoulders, and stump of a torsohad been tossed into an overflowing Dumpster. Like the mangled Fae in the graveyard, it was in obvious agony.
I hurried down the stairs, scrambled up the small mountain of trash, and crouched over it. What did this to you? I demanded. No mercy killing this time. I wanted information in exchange.
It opened its mouth, made a wordless, whimpering sound, and I turned away. In addition to having no hands or arms left, it had no tongue. Whatever had stopped short of devouring it meant for it to suffer, and had left it unable to speak or communicate in any way.
I removed the spear from the holster Id rigged beneath my jacket this morning, and stabbed it. It died with a rank gust of icy breath.
When I clambered back down the pile of refuse, Dani was waiting for me, wide-eyed. You have the spear, she said reverently. And what an awesome holster! Its so compact I could carry it around all the time, everywhere. I could kill them twenty-four/seven! Are you superfast? she demanded. If not, I should probably have that spear. She reached for it.
I put it behind my back. Kid, you try to touch my spear, Ill do worse things to you than youve ever seen done. I had no idea what I was talking about, but I suspected if anyone tried to take the spear from me, that savage Mac inside, the one that hated pink and hadnt particularly minded watching the Rhino-boy flail in eternal pain, might do something wed both regret. Well, at least one of us would regret. I was becoming too complicated for my own peace of mind. Would Dani try to take it with her superspeed? Would I find something in that hot, alien place in my skull to fight herwith?
Im not a kid. When are you fecking grown-ups going to see that? Dani snapped, turning away.
When you stop acting like one. Why did you come here?
Youre in trouble, she tossed over her shoulder. Rowena wants to see you.
Turned out PHI was not the twenty-third letter in the Greek alphabet but Post Haste, Inc. Courier Services, and Dani a delivery girl, explaining the uniform and bike.
It was two in the afternoon on Thursday, when I hung my Closed Early placard on the bookstore door and locked up. Shouldnt you be in school, Dani?
Im home-schooled. Most of us are.
What does your mom think about you running around killing Fae? I couldnt imagine the mother of any young child being okay with it. But I guess when theres a war on and youre born a soldier, theres not much choice.
Shes dead, she said nonchalantly. Died six years ago.
I didnt say I was sorry. I didnt mouth any of the platitudes people resort to in times of grief. They dont help. In fact, they chafe. I commiserated on her level. It fecking sucks, doesnt it? I said vehemently.
She flashed me a look of surprise and the nonchalance melted. Yeah, it does. I hate it.
What happened?
Her rosebud mouth twisted. One of them got her. One day Ill find out which one, and kill the fecker.
Sisters in vengeance. I touched her shoulder and smiled. She looked startled, unaccustomed to sympathy. Six years ago, Dani would have been seven or eight. I didnt know theyd been around that long, I said, meaning the Unseelie. I thought theyd only recently been freed.
She shook her head. It wasnt an Un that got her.
But I thought theother onesI spoke vaguely, mindful of the winddidnt kill us because of theyou know.
Compact? Thats a bloody crock. They never stopped killing us. Well, maybe some of them did, but most of them didnt.
We walked the rest of the way in silence, with Dani pushing her bike. She wasnt comfortable talking on the streets. We skirted Temple Bar and crossed the River Liffey.
PHI Courier Services occupied a three-story building painted the same light green of Danis pants, trimmed in cherry, adorned by tall, arched windows. The sign above the entry sported the same emblem emblazoned on her shirt, but the shamrock looked misshapen, out of proportion. Something about the sign perplexed me. If Id happened down this street on my own and seen it, Id have walked straight into the building without hesitation, gripped by an irresistible compulsion.