After Daybreak Part 15

"Good." Victor turns his attention back to me. "Speak with confidence. Don't let them intimidate you. You've seen what Sin is capable of. You know his plans better than anyone. You must convince the Council that we are on the brink of being destroyed."

I swallow, lick my lips. "Okay, no pressure there."

"Just remember that we're behind you," Richard says.

"Standing beside me would be better."

Victor smiles. "At this moment, you are our most formidable weapon against Sin."

The great tower in the center of the city seems to be the only impressive thing within New Vampiria. After driving through the streets and seeing the cracked walls on nearly every building and the trash that litters the gutters, I'm pleased that at least something lives up to the image in my head of the vampire capital. The tower was obviously built before anything else. With so much effort placed in its design and structure, it appears nothing was left for the rest of the city. Every stone is meticulously set. The b.u.t.tresses holding it up are decorated with gargoyles and demons and winged creatures of mythology and dream. There are few windows in this great monolith, giving the pillar a dominating presence, something that lacks soul and contains only raw power.

We walk up the steps to the ma.s.sive wooden doors, ten times as tall as they are wide. Two guards stand watch, their dark suits unb.u.t.toned, revealing a bandolier of stakes. With us in his wake, Victor approaches them without hesitation.

"The human is my guest," he says to the guards. "She is not to be touched."

Victor pushes open the doors and we follow him inside.

I can feel the emptiness of this tower. Hallways that are far too long and ceilings that are far too tall create drafts, as though the building has its own weather pattern. Ma.s.sive chandeliers hang above us, the long candles dripping molten wax as the flames flicker. They do their best to light this place but barely illuminate the floor, let alone the walls off in the distance.

Every step we take echoes.

"It's a long climb," Victor says as we reach a staircase at the end of the circular room, a staircase that winds itself up and up and up. Worst of all, it has no railings. One slip and it's a long way down. I suppose vampires don't have to worry about such thingsa"like cats, they always land softly on their feet, no matter the height.

After circling the room three times we arrive on the next floor, an empty s.p.a.ce, large and filled with couches without sitters, a bar without occupants, a pool table without players. It's sad, an unappreciated playroom. We continue the climb to the next floor: something of a library, though so few lamps are lit that it's difficult to tell. This tower seems more and more like a ghost house, one that never wanted to exist in the first place.

Eventually we do find life: a Lesser servant who quickly disappears around a corner, perhaps out of respect for Victor. A few floors later, we arrive at what is clearly the guests' quarters. I remember Victor said that humans aren't allowed in the council chamber itself, so this is where they must wait. Their purpose is to feed their masters. They are all young and gorgeous, carefully dressed and made up like dolls that have the audacity to live and breathe. Boys and girls, no older than myself. All of them wear thick, black collars to hide what I know are the bite marks of their masters. Some, slightly older, wear them on their wrists as well. Vamp bites leave scars if the vampire isn't careful, and I have a feeling that their masters aren't. After all, in a vampire's eyes, a human is easily replaced with another. As long as the heart beats and the blood flows, what's the difference?

I get gla.s.sy-eyed stares from some in the room. I realize they think I'm one of them, merely a plaything and food source. I feel sorry for them, and I'm glad when we continue up the stairs.

We have to be near the top of the tower when the stairs end at a hallway. It's narrow and cramped, an odd choice compared to the rest of the grand, but empty, design of this place.

"Are you ready?" Victor asks me, already halfway toward a door.

"Yes," I say with so much conviction it frightens me. Because I'm not nervous. I have been every step of the way, but these last few are the easiest. The journey, which started back when I was a scared girl trapped in a closet as my brother was taken, will end behind this door that holds the most powerful vampires in the world. And I won't bow to them. They will bow to me. Because this city has shown me everything I need to know. The Old Families aren't powerful, they're feeble.

Victor gives me one final look, both hands on the ma.s.sive doors. I nod and he pushes them open.

Chapter 11.

The Vampire Council. I'm staring at it. The heart that moves the world is right in front of me. Thirteen vampires sit around a large, wooden table, a single chandelier hanging from the ceiling. On the walls, misaligned portraits of their ancestors, painted by some long-forgotten artist in an era left to history books. Thirteen Old Family vampires. Some are elderly, ancient even, with straggly gray hair that hangs on only by some miracle. Others are younger and appear to be Clive's age, even though they may be pus.h.i.+ng five hundred. At least one is the same age as Victor but not nearly as handsome, his plump body giving way to a rotund and almost-teenish face.

And one woman. She must be Lilith. She's intimidating, reflecting an aged beauty that is timeless yet frightening. Her stare is stern and cold, as though she's uninterested in things that don't bleed for her. I'm reminded of a school mistress from cla.s.srooms that could only be found in a child's nightmare. I guess I was hoping for someone a little, I don't know, softer.

None of them stand up or offer us seats. They simply turn as little as possible to get a view of their new guests. It doesn't even seem like we interrupted anything, and I can easily imagine this group gathering dust while waiting for some important news to come their way.

"Forgive my absence," Victor says. "I should have reported immediately once my father was no longer head of the family. But I trust you received word from the messenger I sent."

Victor is speaking more formally, melding into the world in which he's lived for four hundred years. For his efforts, he receives a bored pause, while each of the Old Family look at each other, wondering who will bother speaking first. One of the oldest finally does.

"Yes, we were informed by your messenger that changes were afoot. Not exactly proper, but that isn't unusual for the House of Valentine."

"I beg your pardon, Lord Paxton?" Victor asks, a calm but immensely powerful tone in his voice that demands everyone be held accountable for what they say in front of him.

"Your father chose to abandon his post here and live near that city." He says the last word with disgust, as though it tastes bad on his tongue. "A very, very disrespectful thing to do."

"Perhaps he chose to spend time at a place that he could mold, rather than sitting in a room, waiting for the world to mold him."

"I never expected you to defend your father."

"I'll defend who I choose and it will be no business of yours."

"Watch your tone, young Valentine," a vampire who looks familiar says. "My grandson stands at your side. I would not have him painted with the brush of your impudence."

Now I recognize that he has Richard's eyes, his sharp features. He's the head of the Carrollton family: Montague Carrollton.

"Apologies, my lord," Victor says. "I would do nothing to disrespect your grandson or your esteemed family."

"Apology accepted." Lord Carrollton glances around. "Shall we speed these proceedings along? I wish to have some time with my grandson."

"Very well," Lord Paxton says. "Young Carrollton, you stood as witness to this Valentine's rise?"

"I did, my lord."

"Was it an honorable battle?"

"It was, my lord. No one interfered. It was father and son. I give you my word."

"Lady Faith, were you also in attendance at your father's pa.s.sing?"

"I was."

"Did you find fault with it?"

"I did not, my lord," she says, her confidence matching her beauty. "My father brought on his own demise by challenging my brother. In fact, he taunted him, forced him to take action."

"Then it seems, Victor Valentine, that you have earned the right to take a seat at this table, to be named the head of the Valentine house."

"Do not be so hasty," the chubby-faced Old Family says, "to give such power to such arrogance. Barging in here after a long absence is perhaps forgivable. But to have the audacity to bring a human in here as well, I'm afraid, is intolerable."

"Lord Asher, in this instance, tolerances must be given," Victor says.

"Is that so?" he scoffs.

"It is." Victor stares at Asher, daring him to challenge him, to say anything else. But Asher simply leans back, as if bored with this conversation. I'm surprised he retreated so easily.

"Who is this young woman, then?" Paxton asks.

"Allow me the honor to present Dawn Montgomery."

I hold my breath, waiting for their reaction. There's a slight murmur at the sound of my last name from the oldest council members. They may be wondering: Is she the Montgomery? The fifteenth family of myth? Or does the name mean nothing at all to them, eradicated from their memories just as my ancestors were removed from life?

"She was the delegate for Denver," Victor says, and the whispers die down, my position as nothing more than common human reaffirmed in their eyes. "She, along with Richard, Faith, and myself, has uncovered information of grave importance. A plan that could threaten all of vampire-kind is already unfolding. We need the Council's help to stop it."

Over the next half hour, we tell them everything: Sin, Day Walkers, the Chosen, Los Angeles. Victor speaks with confidence and often pa.s.ses the explanations to me. Whenever I begin, I hear the groans of the Old Family, as if disgusted by my human breath in this room. But then I realize that I once dealt with the b.l.o.o.d.y Valentine, I've faced down Sin, I've spoken to the oldest vampire in the world. And when I remember these things, I'm not worried anymore, and I become a delegate again. Not a delegate for Denver, but for all of humanity.

"Using the V-Process, Sin is creating powerful monsters that he could use to gain control of all the territories."

Lord Carrollton sighs. "I see the boy holds a grudge."

"I should think the humans would welcome a change in leaders.h.i.+p," Lord Paxton says.

I shake my head. "He'll reduce our lives to a despair worse than what we now endure. I've seen the Chosen. Victor fought one, and it nearly killed him before hea"wea"were able to destroy it. Richard has dealt with them as well. Sin's plan is to have five hundred. Humans can't defeat Sin alone. We need you; we need to all be on the same side if we're going to stop him."

"This is nothing but myth and conjecture," Asher says. "If you had come by yourself, Victor, perhaps we would have believed you. But to bring a human with you to bolster your case, I'm afraid that you have lost all credibility with this Council."

"Do not speak so quickly or harshly," Lord Carrollton says. "Human words carry no weight here, but Los Angeles is Carrollton territory. Richard, what do you know of this?"

"The Thirst is rampant outside Los Angeles. The Infected hordes are rampaging through the countryside. I went to see Father. Wea"Faith, Dawn, and Ia"went to see him. I'm sorry to report, Grandfather, that my father was killed long before we arrived. All his Lessers are Infected."

Lord Carrollton closes his eyes for a moment and sighs heavily. "I should have followed Murdoch Valentine's example and overseen the territory of Los Angeles myself."

"With all due respect, Grandfather, I don't think it would have made a difference. It is as Dawn has indicated. The Chosen are formidable foes."

"Let us a.s.sume that this is all true, just for the moment," the eldest-looking vampire says. "What do you propose we do, Victor?"

"Lord Delacroix, in times of great danger, the Old Families will each send one child to fight for the whole. I ask that now. We need to go to Los Angeles and destroy the V-Processing center."

"Wasn't it your duty to get rid of the V-Process?" Asher asks.

Victor wastes no time with his response. "This one was built without my knowledge. Had I known, it would have been destroyed with the others."

"Your lack of knowledge is no concern of ours. This is your fault, not the Council's. Now you ask each of us to send a child to fight for you, a fight that is yours and yours alone?"

"You fail to see the larger picture," Victor says. "Unsurprising coming from the Asher family. Perhaps I should have brought a coloring book so you could busy yourself while I discussed serious matters with the Council."

"How dare you!"

"Enough!"

It's Lilith Ferdinand. Her tone is powerful, slicing through the bickering. Everyone holds silent for her.

"You have made your case, and a very good one at that," she says. "And you are correct: In times of great danger that affect us all, the Old Families will band together in such a way, but we do not go to war lightly. If that is your proposal, then it is time we vote on it."

My heart thumps and I'm sure they can hear it.

"All those in favor of Victor Valentine's proposal that we each send a child to fight with him, to destroy the V-Processing center in Los Angeles, in order to stop this army of Day Walkers and Chosen from growing any furthera"raise your hand."

Some do.

"All opposed?"

The others follow.

"The Council has spoken," Lilith says. "Seven to seven. I'm sorry, Victor, but we cannot help. The Council is divided, so we may take no action."

No. This can't be.

"Perhaps we didn't make our case well enough," Victor says, taking a step forward. "We can't beat him alone. If we lose, all is lost."

"You're a bit dramatic," Lord Asher says.

Am I going to do this?

"You are forcing us to take on this darkness by ourselves."

"We did not create the darkness," Lord Paxton says.

Am I really about to say this?

"You spoke," Lord Paxton continues. "We listened, we voteda""

There's no choice.

"The house of Montgomery didn't vote," I say. "As its representative, I vote yes."

Everyone around the table looks as though they were just blinded by the suna"except Lilith. She is studying me, perhaps seeing me clearly for the first time.

"There is no longer a house of Montgomery," Lord Asher says.

"There is. And I, Dawn Montgomery, descendant of Octavian Montgomery, claim my family's seat on the Council."

Chapter 12.