Well, thats a moot point anyway, cause I dont think I could kill someone. Except maybe in self-defense. Or Emma-defense.
Sabine shrugged. I could. I glanced at her in disbelief, but she only rolled her eyes. What? Hes a bad guy.
By whose definition of bad? Alec asked, and Sabine and I shot him twin looks of disbelief. Alec sighed and sat up straighter. Look, Im not saying hes a saint, but Ive seen plenty of real bad guys in the last quarter century, ladies. Monsters who would do much worse than what Becks done, just to watch some poor girl suffer. But so far, it sounds like your math teachers just trying to feed himself and propagate his own species, both of which are rights the two of you take for granted.
Nuh-uh. Sabine shook her head vehemently. Im a parasite, too. If I can control myself during a meal at seventeen years old, then he can damn well do it athowever old he is.
Alec nodded, conceding the point, but his gaze held Sabines firmly. And you have no evidence that he hasnt. All you have is a teenagers miscarriage. Im not saying thats not horrible, because it is. But he didnt mean for that to happen. Your incubus wants that baby even worse than its mother probably did, yet youre willing to kill a man because his lover had a miscarriage?
Sabine leaned forward in her chair, and the lights in the room seemed to dim as her eyes grew darker. Youre twisting it all around to make it sound innocent, but its not, she insisted. This is a very old man taking advantage of teenage girls, using some kind of supernatural charisma as a weapon. Thats messed up, no matter how you look at it.
I frowned at Alec, turning on the couch to face him more directly. You cant seriously think what hes doing is justified?
No. And I never said I did. Im just saying that the punishment ought to fit the crime. Youre talking about killing this man, and you have no evidence hes actually taken a life.
Crap. Hes right, I said, and Sabine turned on me in surprise. I shrugged. Im not saying we should drop the issue. Im not even saying you cant kill him. If he lay one hand on Emma, Id be right there behind Sabine when she threw the first punchor whatever. But before we condemn a man to death, we need to know that hes actually taken a life. Otherwisewere going to have to find some other way to get rid of him. Some way that wouldnt just push him into the next school unlucky enough to have a midsemester job opening.
Okay, so we find his victims, Sabine conceded, obviously confident that there actually were victims. How do we do that? Look for other pregnant girls?
Well, unlesshes a moronand hes isnt, or someone would have caught up to him by nowhes not going to feed from anyone carrying his child, cause that would drain the baby, too. Right? I asked, and Alec nodded. So, basically, were looking for dead un-pregnant women.
Cant think of any of those, recently, Sabine said.
Me, neither. So we stick with what we know, which is that Danica probably isnt the first girl hes knocked up during this fertility cycle. Maybe if we find the others, and search the obituaries in their towns, well be able to put together a pattern.
Sabine nodded, brows raised. Not bad, bean sidhe!
Not bad at all, Alec agreed. And maybe I can narrow your search a bit Incubiand succubi, too, if memory servestend to return to the same breeding ground cycle after cycle. If hes breeding here now, then this is his territory, and youre probably going to find most of his other conquests in this general area.
Same breeding ground, cycle after cycle I said, thinking aloud. And if hes teaching now to get to teenage girls, maybe he taught somewhere else before Eastlake.
So, what are you gonna do? Alec asked. Go question every principal in the metroplex about former teachers?
Poor Alec, youve missed so much in the last quarter of a century. Grinning from ear to ear, I set Styx down and bent to pull my laptop from my bag on the floor. Most schools dont put students yearbook photos online, but lots of them have pictures of the faculty I set the laptop on the coffee table and turned it on, then sipped from my can while the system booted up.
With any luck, the face that had probably brought girls flocking to him for centuries would now lead us to his previous victims, along with the evidence wed need to get rid of Beck for good.
10
Sabine didnt have a laptop, and mine was a one computer household, so going through the local school districts took a while. And a lot of them didnt post pictures of their teachers. But finally, after an hour and a half of searching and two bags of microwave popcornId sworn off everything but junk for what remained of my lifewe found him.
During the fall semester, our Mr. Beck had taught advanced math at Crestwood High. Only the Crestwood students had called him Mr. David Allan.
Thats him! Sabine said, and I nodded while Alec leaned over my shoulder for a better look. Does it say why he left?
I doubt theyd put that on the website. But Crestwoods student newspaper was online, so I did a quick search for his alias, looking for some mention of why he leftor was fired.
Sabine shrugged. I could. I glanced at her in disbelief, but she only rolled her eyes. What? Hes a bad guy.
By whose definition of bad? Alec asked, and Sabine and I shot him twin looks of disbelief. Alec sighed and sat up straighter. Look, Im not saying hes a saint, but Ive seen plenty of real bad guys in the last quarter century, ladies. Monsters who would do much worse than what Becks done, just to watch some poor girl suffer. But so far, it sounds like your math teachers just trying to feed himself and propagate his own species, both of which are rights the two of you take for granted.
Nuh-uh. Sabine shook her head vehemently. Im a parasite, too. If I can control myself during a meal at seventeen years old, then he can damn well do it athowever old he is.
Alec nodded, conceding the point, but his gaze held Sabines firmly. And you have no evidence that he hasnt. All you have is a teenagers miscarriage. Im not saying thats not horrible, because it is. But he didnt mean for that to happen. Your incubus wants that baby even worse than its mother probably did, yet youre willing to kill a man because his lover had a miscarriage?
Sabine leaned forward in her chair, and the lights in the room seemed to dim as her eyes grew darker. Youre twisting it all around to make it sound innocent, but its not, she insisted. This is a very old man taking advantage of teenage girls, using some kind of supernatural charisma as a weapon. Thats messed up, no matter how you look at it.
I frowned at Alec, turning on the couch to face him more directly. You cant seriously think what hes doing is justified?
No. And I never said I did. Im just saying that the punishment ought to fit the crime. Youre talking about killing this man, and you have no evidence hes actually taken a life.
Crap. Hes right, I said, and Sabine turned on me in surprise. I shrugged. Im not saying we should drop the issue. Im not even saying you cant kill him. If he lay one hand on Emma, Id be right there behind Sabine when she threw the first punchor whatever. But before we condemn a man to death, we need to know that hes actually taken a life. Otherwisewere going to have to find some other way to get rid of him. Some way that wouldnt just push him into the next school unlucky enough to have a midsemester job opening.
Okay, so we find his victims, Sabine conceded, obviously confident that there actually were victims. How do we do that? Look for other pregnant girls?
Well, unlesshes a moronand hes isnt, or someone would have caught up to him by nowhes not going to feed from anyone carrying his child, cause that would drain the baby, too. Right? I asked, and Alec nodded. So, basically, were looking for dead un-pregnant women.
Cant think of any of those, recently, Sabine said.
Me, neither. So we stick with what we know, which is that Danica probably isnt the first girl hes knocked up during this fertility cycle. Maybe if we find the others, and search the obituaries in their towns, well be able to put together a pattern.
Sabine nodded, brows raised. Not bad, bean sidhe!
Not bad at all, Alec agreed. And maybe I can narrow your search a bit Incubiand succubi, too, if memory servestend to return to the same breeding ground cycle after cycle. If hes breeding here now, then this is his territory, and youre probably going to find most of his other conquests in this general area.
Same breeding ground, cycle after cycle I said, thinking aloud. And if hes teaching now to get to teenage girls, maybe he taught somewhere else before Eastlake.
So, what are you gonna do? Alec asked. Go question every principal in the metroplex about former teachers?
Poor Alec, youve missed so much in the last quarter of a century. Grinning from ear to ear, I set Styx down and bent to pull my laptop from my bag on the floor. Most schools dont put students yearbook photos online, but lots of them have pictures of the faculty I set the laptop on the coffee table and turned it on, then sipped from my can while the system booted up.
With any luck, the face that had probably brought girls flocking to him for centuries would now lead us to his previous victims, along with the evidence wed need to get rid of Beck for good.
10
Sabine didnt have a laptop, and mine was a one computer household, so going through the local school districts took a while. And a lot of them didnt post pictures of their teachers. But finally, after an hour and a half of searching and two bags of microwave popcornId sworn off everything but junk for what remained of my lifewe found him.
During the fall semester, our Mr. Beck had taught advanced math at Crestwood High. Only the Crestwood students had called him Mr. David Allan.
Thats him! Sabine said, and I nodded while Alec leaned over my shoulder for a better look. Does it say why he left?
I doubt theyd put that on the website. But Crestwoods student newspaper was online, so I did a quick search for his alias, looking for some mention of why he leftor was fired.
