Burnt Offerings
Chapter 44~45

44
Thomas answered the phone at the Circus. "They have you doing flunky work?" I asked.
"Excuse me?" he said.
"Sorry, this is Anita Blake."
He was quiet for a second, then, "I'm sorry, we are not open for business until nightfall."
"Is Fernando there?"
"Yes, that's right. Nightfall."
"I need to talk to the Traveler, Thomas. I'm asking this on police business, not as Jean-Claude's human servant. We've got some vampires in trouble, and I think he can help."
"Yes, we do take reservations," he said.
I gave him the number of Dolph's car phone. "We don't have a lot of time, Thomas. If he won't help me, I've got to go in with cops and firemen on my own."
"I look forward to seeing you tonight." He hung up.
Life would be so much easier if Fernando were dead. Besides, I'd promised Sylvie we'd kill him. I always tried to keep my promises.
Dolph was leaning in the door wanting to know what was taking so long, when the phone rang. I looked at him. He nodded and moved away. I picked up.
"Yes."
"I am told you needed to speak with me."
I wondered whose lips he was using, whose body. "Thank you for calling me back, Traveler." A little politeness couldn't hurt.
"Thomas was surprisingly eloquent on your behalf. What do you wish of me?"
I explained as briefly as possible.
"And what do you wish me to do about this problem of yours?"
"You can stop taking energy through them. That would help."
"Then I must feed on live humans. Is there someone you would offer in their place for each of us?"
"No, no offers, no bargains. This is police business, Traveler. I'm speaking with the authority of human law behind me, not Jean-Claude."
"What is human law to me? To us?"
"If we go down there and they attack us, I'll end up killing some of them. They may kill policemen, firemen. That's bad publicity with Brewster's Law to be decided this fall. The council has stopped all vampires in this country from fighting amongst themselves until the law is finalized. Surely slaughtering policemen is forbidden, too?"
"It is," he said. His voice was so careful. He gave me nothing. I couldn't tell if he was angry or amused or gave a damn either way.
"I'm asking you to help me save the lives of your vampires."
"They belong to this Church of yours. They are not mine," he said.
"But the council is the overall leadership of the vampires, right?"
"We are their ultimate law."
I didn't like the phrasing, but I plowed ahead. "You could find out case by case if the vampires were alive or dead in the burned-out buildings. You could keep the vamps from rising early and attacking us here."
"I think you overestimate my powers, Anita."
"I don't think so," I said.
"If Jean-Claude will supply us with... food, I will be more than happy to cease borrowing from the others."
"No, you get nothing for this, Traveler."
"If you give me nothing, I give you nothing," he said.
"Dammit, this isn't a game."
"We are vampires, Anita. Do you not understand what that means? We are apart from your world. What happens to you does not affect us."
"Bullshit. Some fanatics are out here trying to duplicate the Inferno all over again. That affects you. Thomas and Gideon have had to repel invaders while you slept. It does affect you."
"It doesn't matter. We are in your world, but not of it," he said.
"Look, that may have worked in the 1500's or whenever, but the minute vampires became legal citizens, it changed. A vampire got taken to the hospital in an ambulance. They are doing their best to keep him alive, whatever the hell that means for you guys. Firemen are risking their lives to go into burned-out buildings to save vampires. The fanatics are trying to kill you, but the rest of us humans are trying to save you."
"Then you are fools," he said.
"Maybe," I said, "but we poor humans have taken oaths to protect and serve. We honor our promises."
"Are you implying I do not?"
"I'm saying that if you don't help us here, today, then you aren't worthy to be council. You aren't leaders. You're just parasites feeding on the fear of your followers. True leaders don't leave their people to die, not if they can save them."
"Parasites. May I tell the rest of the council your so high opinion of us?" He was angry now. I could hear it like heat across the line.
"Yeah, tell them all. But mark me on this, Traveler, vampires can't just gain privileges with legal citizenship. They also gain responsibilities to the human law that made them legal."
"Is that so?"
"Yeah, that's so. This mysterious 'in your world but not a part of it' may have worked in the past. But welcome to the twentieth century, because that's what legal status means. Once you're citizens who pay taxes, own businesses, marry, inherit, have children, you can't hide in some crypt somewhere and count the decades. You are a part of our world now."
"I will think upon what you have said, Anita Blake."
"When I get off the phone with you, I'm going inside the house. We're going to start bringing out the vamps in body bags to protect them in case the floor caves in. If they rise as revenants while we're doing it, it'll be a bloodbath."
"I am aware of the problems," he said.
"Are you aware that it's the presence of the council that's giving them the energy to possibly rise this early in the day?"
"I cannot change the effect our presence has on the lesser vampires. If this Malcolm wishes to claim the status of master, then it is his duty to keep his people safe. I cannot do it for him."
"Can't or won't?" I asked.
"Can't," he said.
Hmmm. "Maybe I have overestimated your powers. My apologies if I have."
"Accepted, and I understand how rare it is for you to apologize for anything, Anita." The phone went dead.
I hit the button that turned off the buzzing line.
Dolph walked back as I got out of the car. "Well?" Dolph asked.
I shrugged. "Looks like we go in without vampire backup."
"You can't depend on them, Anita, not for backup." He took my hand, something he'd never done, squeezing it. "This is all you can count on. One human to another. The monsters don't give a shit about us. If you think they do, then you are fooling yourself." He dropped my hand and walked away before I could think of a comeback. Just as well. After talking to the Traveler, I wasn't sure I had one.
45
An hour later I was dressed in a Hazardous Materials suit--Haz-Mat for short. It was bulky, to say the least, and turned into a portable sauna in the St. Louis heat. Heavy tape was wrapped around my elbows and wrists, securing the seal between gloves and sleeves. I'd walked out of the boots twice, so they taped my legs, too. I felt like an astronaut who had gone to the wrong tailor. Insult to injury, there was a Self-Contained Breathing Apparatus, SCBA, strapped to my back. Add Underwater and you got SCUBA, but we weren't planning to go underwater. I was grateful for that.
There was a mask that covered the entire face instead of a mouthpiece with regulator, but other than that, it was damn close to SCUBA gear. I had my diving certification. Got it back in college and keep it updated. If you let it slide, you have to take the whole damn training course over again. Updating was less painful. I was delaying putting on the mask as long as possible. Due to a diving accident in Florida, I've got claustrophobia now. Not bad enough for elevators to be a problem, but enclosed in the suit, with a mask about to cover my face and the Haz-Mat helmet going over my entire head--I was panicking and didn't know what to do about it.
"Do you really think all this is necessary?" I asked for the dozenth time. If they'd just give me a regular fire helmet with the SCBA, I could handle it.
"If you go in with us, yes," Corporal Tucker said. Her three inches of extra height didn't help much. We both looked like we were wearing hand-me-downs.
"There's the possibility of disease contamination if there are bodies floating in the basement," Lieutenant Wren said.
"Will there really be that much water in the basement?"
They exchanged glances. "You've never been in a house after a fire, have you?" Tucker asked.
"No."
"You'll understand once we're in," she said.
"Sounds ominous."
"It's not meant to," she said.
Tucker didn't have much of a sense of humor, and Wren had too much. He'd been entirely too solicitous while we were wriggling into the suits. He'd made sure he taped me up and was even now wasting a brilliant smile on me. But it was nothing too overt. Nothing obvious enough for me to say, look I have a boyfriend. For all I knew, he was always like this and I'd look an ass for taking it personally.
"Put the mask on, and I'll help you fit the hood over it," Wren said.
I shook my head. "Just give me a regular helmet and I'll use the SCBA."
"If you fall in the water without the hood sealed, Anita, you might as well not have the suit at all."
"I'll take my chances," I said.
Tucker said, "You had trouble walking from the Haz-Mat truck to here. You'll get better with practice, but in deep water, even we'll have trouble keeping our feet."
I shook my head again. My heart was pounding so hard, I was having trouble breathing. I put the mask on my face. I took a breath, and that horrible sound began. It was like Darth Vader breathing except it was yours. In the water, in the dark, your breath was the only sound. It could become thunderously loud while you waited to die.
"Strap needs tightening," Wren said. He started to adjust the strap as if I were five and being bundled off to play in the snow.
"I can do it." My voice came over the open radio line in the mask.
He raised his gloved hands skyward, still smiling. He was a hard man to insult, because I'd been trying. He had this sort of cheerful goodwill that seemed to deflect everything. Never trust people who smile constantly. They're either selling something or not very bright. Wren didn't strike me as stupid.
Insult to injury, I couldn't get the strap adjusted on the damned mask. I always hated trying to work with anything bulkier than surgical gloves. I pulled the mask off and my first breath of real air was too loud, too long. I was sweating, and it wasn't just the heat.
I had the Browning and the Firestar lying on the side of the fire truck. There were enough pockets on the outside of the suit to hold half a dozen guns. I had a sawed-off shotgun from my vampire kit in a makeshift pack across my back. Yeah, it's illegal, but Dolph had been with me once upon a time when we went after a revenant vampire. They were like PCP users: immune to pain, stronger even than a normal vamp. A force of hell with fangs. I showed him the shotgun before I got it out. He okayed it. We'd ended with two dead security guards and one rookie officer spread all over the hallway the last time. At least Dolph and his men had silver ammo now. He and Zerbrowski nearly getting killed because they didn't have it was what pushed the paperwork through. I gave them a box of ammo for Christmas before they got official silver ammo. I never wanted to watch any of them bleed their lives away for lack of it.
I'd left the knives in their wrist sheaths. Carrying naked blades in the pockets of a suit that was air-and water-tight seemed sort of defeatist. If I lost both handguns and had to scramble for the knives under the suit, then we were probably toast. No need to worry about it. My silver cross hung naked around my neck. It was the best deterrent I had against baby vamps. They couldn't force their way past a bare cross, not when it was backed up by faith. I'd only met one vamp that could force his way past a blazing cross and harm me. And he was dead. Funny how so many of them ended up that way.
Tucker came over to me. "I'll help you adjust the mask."
I shook my head. "Leave me till last. The less time I'm in this get-up the better."
She licked her lips, started to say something, stopped, then said, "Are you all right?"
Normally, I would have said sure, but they were depending on me, maybe for their lives. How scared was I? Scared. "Not exactly," I said.
"You're claustrophobic, aren't you?" she said.
I must have looked surprised, because she said, "A lot of people want to be firemen, but in the middle of a fire with the mask down and smoke so thick you can't see your hand in front of your eyes, you don't want to be claustrophobic."
I nodded. "I can understand that."
"There's a part of training where they cover your eyes completely and make you do the equipment by touch as if the smoke had blacked out the world. You learn who doesn't like it close."
"I could take the suit without the SCBA. It's the combination of the suit and listening to myself breathe. I had a diving accident just after college."
"Can you do this?" No accusations, just honesty.
I nodded. "I won't leave you stranded."
"That's not what I asked," she said.
We stared at each other. "Give me a few minutes. I just didn't understand what Haz-Mat was. I'll be okay."
"You sure?"
I nodded.
She didn't say anything else, just walked away to let me gather my scattered wits.
Wren had finally wandered over to talk to Fulton. Wren and Tucker were going in because they were both paramedics and we might need their medical training. Also, frankly, I didn't want Fulton in the dark with me and a bunch of vamps. He was simply too freaked. I didn't blame him, but I didn't want him at my back either. Of course, if I'd been watching me sweat and struggle to breathe calmly, I might not want me in there. Dammit. I could do this. I had to do this.
Detective Tammy Reynolds came slogging up in her own suit. They didn't have one big enough to fit Dolph, so she was my armed backup. Oh, joy. I couldn't send them in with Tammy as their only backup.
Tammy had managed to get her shoulder rig over the suit. She had one of those that just rode across the shoulders, no belt to put through straps. When I'd been shopping, all the holsters that just crossed the shoulders moved around on me too much. Part of it is having narrow shoulders. I'd have had to have the holster cut down. I don't buy things that have to be fussed with. Not dresses or holsters.
Reynolds smiled at me. "Larry's really disappointed that he can't come along."
"I' m relieved," I said.
She frowned at me. "I thought you'd want him to back you up."
"Yeah, but a gun can't help him if the ceiling caves in on us."
"You think it will?" she asked.
I shrugged. I'd concentrated on getting suited up, on small details, on Wren's quiet teasing. I'd managed not to dwell on the thought that we were about to walk across a floor that might collapse underneath us, then walk under it and wait for it to collapse on top of us, while wading through water full of coffins and vampires. What could be better?
"Let's just say I'm cautious."
"And you don't want to risk Larry."
"That's right. I don't like the idea of Larry getting hurt, by anything." I stared at her while I said it.
She blinked hazel eyes at me, then smiled. "Neither do I, Anita, neither do I."
I nodded and let it go. I'd done my parenting bit. I wasn't even sure why I didn't trust Tammy, but I didn't. Women's intuition, or maybe I just didn't trust much of anybody anymore. Maybe.
Tucker came back to us. "Time to suit up." She looked right at me.
I nodded. I let her help me adjust the mask over my face. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing--in, out, in, out. In diving if you breathed too fast, you could blow your lungs. Now it was just a way to keep from hyperventilating.
She fitted the suit's hood over my head. I watched her do it and knew my eyes were a little too wide.
Wren's cheerful voice came over the radio in the mask. "Breathe normally, Anita."
"I am breathing normally," I said. It sounded odd to be able to talk normally while my own breathing was wheezing, loud and ominous in my ears. With a regulator in, you couldn't talk, though I'd learned you could scream with a regulator clenched between your teeth. Sounds echo like a son of a bitch under water.
With the helmet over the mask, visibility was not the best. I practiced turning my head, seeing just how big the blind spots were. My peripheral vision was almost gone.
Tammy's voice came over the radio. "It's hard to see in this thing."
"You'll get used to it," Tucker said.
"I hope we're not in this get-up long enough to get used to it," I said.
"If we say 'run,' run like hell," Tucker said.
"Because the floor will be caving in, right?" I said.
I think she nodded, but it was hard to tell through the layers. "Right."
"Fine, but when we get to the stairs, I have to take the lead, and if I say 'run like hell,' it means the vampires are going to eat us."
Wren and Tucker exchanged glances. "You tell us to run," Wren said, "we'll ask how fast."
"Agreed," Tucker said.
"Great," I said. Truthfully, it was a damn relief not to have to argue with anyone. No debate. What a relief. If I hadn't been sweating like a pig, listening to my own breathing echoing horrifically like The Tell-Tale Heart, having to relearn how to walk in metal-lined boots, I'd have said working with the fire department was a break. But it wasn't. I'd have rather rappelled down on ropes with Special Forces into a free-fire zone than shuffle along in the mummy suit trying not to lose it. It was just a phobia, dammit. Nothing was wrong. Nothing was hurting me. My body didn't believe the logic. Phobias are like that. Reason doesn't move them.
Wren stepped onto the floor. It made a noise like a giant groaning in its sleep. He froze, then stomped his feet so hard I thought my pulse was going to spill out my mouth.
"Shouldn't we be quieter?" I asked.
Wren's voice came in my ear. "Walk exactly where I walk. Don't deviate, don't spread out."
"Why?" I asked.
"Just because the floor is solid where I'm walking doesn't mean it's solid anywhere else."
"Oh," I said.
I went right behind Wren, so I got a closeup view of his little stomping dance. It was not comforting. Tucker came behind me, then Detective Reynolds bringing up the rear.
I'd given everybody a cross to put in the pockets of their suits. Why wasn't everyone wearing one like I was? Because Tucker and Wren were carrying a pack of opaque body bags apiece. Plan was to put the vamps in the bags and take them back up. Inside an ambulance in the body bags they'd be safe until nightfall. If we pulled this off and the ceiling didn't collapse before darkness, I was going to be pissed. As long as it didn't fall while we were down here. That I could pass on.
I walked where Wren walked, religiously. Though I did have to say, "Even out of this suit my stride isn't as big as yours. In the suit I'm damned near crippled. Can I take smaller steps?"
"Just as long as the steps are directly in line with mine, yes," Wren said.
Relief. The floor was covered with debris. Nails were everywhere in the blackened boards. I understood the metal insoles now. I was grateful for them, but it didn't make them any easier to walk in.
There was a line to one side going down a hole in the floor. It was a hard suction hose attached to a loud pump some distance away. They were draining the water out of the basement. If the place was watertight, it could be full to the ceiling. Comforting thought.
Fulton had called in a Haz-Mat tanker for the water. He seemed to be treating vampirism like a contagious disease. It was contagious but not in the way he seemed to think. But he was Incident Commander. I was learning that that title equated with God at a fire scene. You couldn't argue with God. You could get mad at him, but it didn't change anything.
I concentrated on moving my feet. Watching for debris. Stepping in Wren's footsteps. I let the world slide away except for moving forward. I was aware of the sun beating down, sweat trickling down my spine, but it was all distant. There was nothing but moving forward, no thinking required. My breathing was normal when I bumped into Wren's back.
I froze, afraid to move. Was something wrong?
"What's up?" I asked.
"Stairs," he said.
Oh, I thought. I was supposed to take the lead now. I wasn't ready. Truthfully, I wasn't sure how good I could walk on stairs in the damn suit. I just hadn't appreciated how hard it would be to walk in it.
"Stairs are the most dangerous part of a building like this," Wren said. "If anything is going to collapse it'll be the stairs."
"Are you trying to make us feel better?" Reynolds asked.
"Just prepared," he said. "I'll test the first few steps. If it seems solid, I'll move back and let Blake take it." He wasn't teasing anymore. He was all business, and we were suddenly on a last-name basis.
"Watch the body on the stairs," he said. He moved onto the first step, stomping hard enough that I jumped.
The body on the stairs was black, charcoaled. The mouth gaped open in a soundless scream. You had to look close to see the fangs. Real vamp fangs just aren't that big. Tendons were stretched naked looking like they'd snap if you touched them. The body looked fragile, as if one touch and it would be dust. I remembered Larry and the skull that had turned to powder at his touch. This body looked tougher than that, but not by much. Could it be alive? Was there some spark inside it that with nightfall it would move, live? I didn't know. It should have been ash. It should still have been burning in the sunlight, no matter how much water they poured on it.
Wren's voice startled me. "You can take the lead now, Anita."
I looked down the steps and found Wren several steps below, almost halfway. The darkness down below spilled around his feet like a pool. He was far enough down that a really ambitious vamp might have grabbed a leg and pulled him down. I hadn't been concentrating. My fault.
"Come back up, Wren," I said.
He did, and he was oblivious to the possible danger. Damn. "The stairs are concrete, which makes it safer. You should be okay."
"Do I still have to stomp every step?"
"It'd be safer," he said.
"If I feel it going, I yell?"
"Yes," he said. He brushed past me.
I stared down into the Stygian depths. "I need a hand for the railing in this suit. A hand for the gun. I'm out of hands for a flashlight," I said.
"I can try and shine a light in front of you, but it won't be where you need it."
"Don't worry about it, unless I ask." It took me over a minute, maybe two, to fumble the Browning out of its pocket. The gun was definitely going in one hand. I had to use two hands to click off the safety in the bulky gloves. I slid my hand inside the trigger guard on the trigger. I'd never have carried a gun like this normally. But my gloved finger didn't want to fit inside the trigger guard. I was ready to go now. If I put safety first, I'd never get a shot off in time. I'd practiced with winter gloves on, but I'd never dreamed of having to shoot vamps in a Haz-Mat suit. Hell, I didn't know what a Haz-Mat suit was until today.
"What's the holdup?" Fulton's voice. I'd forgotten he was monitoring everything we said. Like being spied on.
"These damn gloves aren't exactly made for shooting."
"What's that mean?" he asked.
"It means, I'm ready to go down now," I said. I kept the Browning pointed up and a little forward. If I fell in the suit and accidently fired a shot, I was going to try very hard not to shoot anyone behind me. I wondered if Detective Tammy had her gun out. I wondered how good a shot she was. How was she in an emergency? I said a short prayer that we wouldn't be finding out, got a death grip on the banister, and stomped the first step. It didn't fall down. I stared ahead into the thick blackness at the middle of the stairs. The sunlight cut across the darkness like a knife.
"Here we go, boys and girls," I said. And down we went.