Cal and Niko - Moonshine Part 12
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"Aupheling." The voice was still thick with blood, but now it was heavy with gloating as well. "Now we both pa.s.s this world, as it should be. Old rivals cannot exist without one another." The chuckle was fat with superior satisfaction. "And why would we want to?"
He had fallen close enough to me that I was covered in a blanket of tentacles, cool and heavy. They rippled over me, petting... soothing. Almost hypnotic. "Almost" being the key word. I tore at them with hands and blade, fighting my way free. It could be I was going to die, but if that was the case, it was going to be at the opposite end of this death trap from Abbagor. My bones weren't spending eternity intermingled with his. That was no kind of heaven and every kind of h.e.l.l.
"There's no place to run, little Auphe. No place at all." The eyeless face watched me with an indulgent bare-bone smile.
I gave it a shot anyway. I ran, and Abbagor let me. Because, in his mind, where would I go? All the tunnels had vanished in an avalanche of earth. Okay, fine. I'd dig my way out. I had a few seconds, right? How hard could it be? A chunk of stone hit my shoulder and knocked me sprawling. Good answer. Yeah, good answer. More of the ceiling fell with a rumble that grew until it was the deafening scream of a jet engine. I pushed up and ran again. This time I didn't make it three feet before I fell again. It was a knot of metal rebar and it hurt like h.e.l.l. Lying on my stomach, I could see what Abbagor saw. The dirt had been like rain. Now it was a thundering waterfall. I couldn't even see the walls, much less where the tunnels had been. My legs were already half-buried and I was beginning to choke trying to breathe through the falling debris.
Abbagor was right. It was over.
Try telling that to my spasming heart, my fingers digging into the ground beneath me. The fight-or-flight response didn't know anything about an inescapable fate. It didn't know resignation. And it didn't know s.h.i.+t about giving up. Move, it screamed. Move. But there wasn't anyplace to move to. No place to go. None. f.u.c.k.
And then it happened.
I felt something twist inside as if two hands were clawing their way through my internal organs. My seizing heart turned over, then did its d.a.m.nedest to burst. A blazing heat rolled through my body, frying every nerve ending. It was like being electrocuted; it was like dying. Dying before dying.
That's when the gateway opened.
It opened before me, ripping a hole of h.e.l.lish light into s.p.a.ce itself. It was a talent peculiar to the Auphe. It was how they traveled-within this world, out of this world, in worlds that couldn't be imagined. I should know. I'd been dragged kicking and screaming through a few myself. But this one... this one I had made. I'd felt its birth, felt it form in and of me. This door, ugly and raw, was mine. If I'd had the time or anything left in my stomach I might have been tempted to throw up again. Didn't I have enough monster in me already? Did I need more evidence that I wasn't human? There'd been a time I'd been sure that was all behind me. When the Auphe had all died... but that hadn't happened, had it? They were still here... I was still here, and more like them than I'd ever wanted to admit.
I all but felt the hard swat to the back of my head and heard an invisible Niko order at my ear, Whine later. Escape now. Even in my imagination, he was right. I had no idea where that unholy rip led to, but it didn't matter. Midair, underwater, New Jersey-it couldn't be worse than here. Taking a deep breath, I dived through headfirst. As I hit the light, I heard Abbagor scream. Maybe he sensed the gate or maybe he just smelled my sudden sliver of hope. Whichever it was, his incoherent fury and rage might be the last thing I ever heard.
"Swing Low, Sweet Chariot," it was not.
Chapter 15.
I destroyed our coffee table.
I came out the other side of the gate four feet in the air and landed in a cla.s.sic belly flop on top of a wood and faux-marble table, heavy emphasis on the "faux." The piece of furniture folded like cheap cardboard and I wound up with carpet burn on my chin. Disoriented, I rolled over hastily and tried to scramble to my feet. I failed dismally, listing dramatically sideways until I grabbed a handful of couch cus.h.i.+on to hold myself up in a sitting position. That's when it struck me that everything looked familiar, more than familiar. Home. I'd opened a pa.s.sage home.
It made sense. Desperately striving for survival, instinct kicked in and did what I had no idea I could do. Darkling had done it while in my body; I knew the potential was there. But alone I'd never been able... had never wanted to do it. And I wouldn't have had the first idea as to how to do it. We had been one, Darkling and I, but I had a serious block on even attempting to initiate that churning twist in your brain and gut that opened a door. But what I wouldn't attempt, my subconscious had. It was logical that whatever tangled bit of blackened genes was responsible would fas.h.i.+on a destination of the most familiar place I knew. I didn't like it. In fact I hated it, but I understood it. And right now that was the best I could hope for. I didn't have time for anything else.
Shaking off the dizziness, I pulled myself up onto the couch and grabbed hurriedly for the phone. I punched in the number as quickly as I could get my fingers to move. No answer, just voice mail. I tried again, then cursed myself through gritted teeth. Of course Niko had turned off his phone before we'd gone underground. Having "Kung Fu Fighting" ring in funky cheer while we were approaching Abbagor wasn't the best of game plans. I dialed again, this time trying Robin's number. It rang twice and then Robin was breathing fast into the phone, "I'm busy. Go away." Click.
s.h.i.+ts.h.i.+ts.h.i.+t.
I tried again. This time the answer was in Greek, but I had a pretty good guess at what four-letter suggestion it translated into. I didn't get out a word, h.e.l.l, not even a consonant. Son of a b.i.t.c.h. Look at the number, Loman. Look at the G.o.dd.a.m.n number. What the h.e.l.l was he doing anyway? Breathing fast... unless he'd picked up a pa.s.sing fancy, sunbathing wasn't exactly that strenuous. Unless... c.r.a.p. He was running... as best he could with an injured leg. He must have felt the cave-in rumbling under his feet and gone down to help us. Of course, Niko was the only one left to help at the moment, but Robin didn't know that. Niko didn't know it, which was precisely why I felt like beating the phone against the wall.
Third time was the charm. Goodfellow's voice came through, suspiciously questioning. "Who is this? Promise?"
It was a good guess, if wrong. Who was left to be calling from our apartment? George was gone, and s...o...b..ll was out for the count. "Put Nik on," I snapped. I didn't bother to identify myself. Goodfellow knew my voice. As he'd once said, it was a unique combination of peat whiskey and sullen snarkiness. The whiskey was courtesy of my ever lovin' mother who had a voice made for lullabies although she had never sang a single one. The snarkiness, to give credit where credit was due, was all my own.
"What? Cal? How in the name of Nero's syphilitic d.i.c.k did you-"
"Nik. Now," I overrode ruthlessly.
There was a confused and aggrieved snort and then a relenting, "I don't see him y... oh." The soft exhalation was all I needed to hear to know Robin had finally spotted my brother. "All right," came the grim follow-up. "Hold on."
He was still running. I could hear the accelerated rasp of his breath and then he rapped out my brother's name. "Niko. Niko." There were more mumbled incomprehensible curses, this time more empathetic than sincere. "Niko, stop. Stop. I have Caliban on the phone. He's all right. He's home. Safe. Here, talk to him."
My hearing was good old human, ordinary and not especially keen, so I couldn't hear what Niko was doing, but I didn't need to. He was trying to dig me out. Niko, who was practical to the nth degree, showed logic the door when it came to his only family. Surrounded by dirt and concrete that could collapse at any time, and he wouldn't give up. Wouldn't abandon me. He could only claw at the dirt and ignore the grim truth staring him in the face.
I heard the fumbling of the phone pa.s.sed from one hand to another and then, "Cal?" There was a rigid self-control and an inescapable disbelief. I didn't blame him. He'd seen me buried before his eyes. Unseeing that would be difficult to do. Believing I was alive under tons of earth was difficult to pull off. Believing I was alive, whole, and in air-conditioned comfort miles away was an absolute b.i.t.c.h of mental acrobatics.
"It's me, Cyrano," I a.s.sured quietly. "I'm okay. I'm back in the apartment."
He didn't say anything for the next few seconds. His breathing, as uneven from exertion as Robin's had been, slowly smoothed. When he spoke again, the control was still there but the skepticism was gone. "How?"
To the point as always. "Like father, like son," I said with weary bite.
"Ah. Unexpected." There was the sound of his hand running over his face. "Stay there. We'll be back as soon as possible." There was an uncharacteristic hesitation. "You're not hurt?"
"Not a scratch," I said immediately. It wasn't entirely true, but it was what he needed to hear. And in reality, the coffee table had done more actual damage to me than Abbagor. It wasn't much of an epitaph for a near-eternal evil. Served the son of a b.i.t.c.h right.
"Good." There was a long exhalation and then a brisk echo. "Good. Then you can have lunch ready for our return. We'll discuss what we've learned then." Click.
I snorted and leaned back. s.n.a.t.c.hed from the jaws of death cut you exactly five seconds of slack around here, and repression was the only name brand my brother wore. I dropped the phone on the end table and realized something. The glossy black plastic was coated with pale brown, and so was I. I was still covered in rancid mud... as was the couch, the remains of the coffee table, and part of the floor. Luckily, my sense of smell had finally cut out, packed its bags, and headed for the hills. I hoped it stayed there. It was definitely more trouble than it was worth. Giving an internal groan, I rose stiffly to my feet and headed for the shower.
"It didn't go well, then?"
Promise stood still as a statue by the hall. I imagine she'd been there the entire time. Her hands were clasped formally before her. So calm. On the surface. Hard to believe my stealthy furniture destroying and loud cursing had caught her attention at Flay's side.
I rubbed a sleeve across my face and gave her the best rea.s.suring smile I could dredge up. "Nik is fine. He's on his way back with Goodfellow."
The set of her shoulders relaxed, but all she said was, "How did you get here, Caliban?"
I had the feeling that she already knew. And truthfully I was in no mood to talk about it. "I have to grab a shower," I said evasively. "Mind ordering some takeout? Pizza maybe?" I moved past her and disappeared into the bathroom before she could comment.
The pizza arrived twenty minutes later, followed shortly by Niko and Goodfellow. I gave them a throw-away salute when the latter walked through the door, and kept working on my piece of pepperoni and mushroom. I couldn't taste much of it with my blunted ability to smell, but I ate it anyway. Robin gave the ruined couch and table a fastidious sniff. "Fragrant and fas.h.i.+onable. What more could one want?"
Niko took it in, gave a minute shake of his head, and let it go. As far as he was concerned I spent too much time lounging there anyway. Moving over to me, he gave my wet ponytail a tug. The yank was hard enough to let him know I was real... alive, but not enough to hurt. Much. "Hey," I protested with a wince. "How is this my fault?"
"I haven't quite figured that out yet." He frowned. "When I do, trust me, you'll be the very first to know."
Yep, repression, thy name is Niko. Or maybe it was Ninja-with-Panties-in-Twist. Whichever it was, I didn't take it personally. My temper tantrums tended to be much louder and more destructive. I could suffer through the Niko version with ease. "Your veggie special is warming in the oven." I swatted his hand away from my hair. "And Promise is waiting for you in the bedroom."
His eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
My eyebrows rose. "I saw you hit, Nik. Abby tossed you like a Frisbee. If you're not bruised from neck to tailbone, then you're not human." I pulled a piece of pepperoni off the top of my slice and toyed with it. "And that's my gig, not yours. I've laid out the ice packs, the muscle ointment, the whole nine yards. Promise said she'd like to help, but if you'd rather get half-naked in front of someone else"-my lips quirked-"that's your prerogative." The eyes narrowed further, but he disappeared silently into the back. He knew as well as I did that Robin might have a limp, but he was still a predator, through and through. And if the Puck had a weakness, it was for half-naked anything.
"You don't play fair, do you, Cal?" Goodfellow sat at the kitchen table and eyed the pizza without enthusiasm. "A man after my own shriveled little heart."
"I play to win." I popped the pepperoni into my mouth and chewed without much enthusiasm of my own. "It doesn't get more fair than that. You've taught me well, Obi-Wan."
"That can't be taught, kid." He helped himself to a piece with a mournful sigh at my poor choice of cuisine. "You're either born with it or you're born with a conscience." The brilliant grin flashed on and off as quickly as a neon sign. "You can't have both."
That didn't explain his flight into the depths to try to save us, but that was Goodfellow, a contradiction in terms and not half as heartless as he imagined himself to be. Changing the subject, he reached for a napkin and said lightly, "Niko said you were able to get some information from Abbagor. That's excellent news. We're that much closer to getting George back."
"Yeah, excellent," I parroted colorlessly, losing what little appet.i.te I had. "If we knew which tribe had it. How many could there be in the world anyway?"
"O ye of little faith." He gave a superior smirk. "I might not know everything, but I do know everyone. Give me time and I'll find out which tribe it is and where they are. Things will come together, Caliban. We'll have George home soon. Safe and well. Try to believe it." He fixed me with eyes as green and fathomless as the primeval forest "You were the one who once told me that life is a fairy tale and everyone lives happily ever after."
Yeah, but it had been a lie then and it was a lie now. "You were s.h.i.+t-faced then, Loman." I gave up on the pizza. "I'm surprised you remember anything I said. Besides you were too busy sniffing Nik's hair." I tilted my head back and offered innocently over my shoulder, "Oh, hey, big brother, fixed up already?"
The utterly blank face was better than any scowl. "Amazing how well you hear when you want to." Niko retrieved his pizza from the oven, sat in the seat next to mine, and pushed my discarded plate back toward me. "Eat. I'm not dragging about your malnourished form from here to there. I've better things to do with my time."
I turned to Promise. "An ice pack is okay for a sore back, but it isn't much help with the cranky SOB part, is it?"
She brushed a hand over my hair and gave me an absent smile, but there was a sliver of unease behind her eyes. I think that she'd forgotten Niko was human... vulnerable. Well, relatively vulnerable. This was Niko we were talking about after all. "You two." She touched a cool fingertip to the bruise forming on my jaw. It was courtesy of the coffee table, not the troll, but that was between me and the furniture. "Always falling in with a naughty crowd."
"Abby's nothing if not a bad influence." I slumped down in the chair, a combination of aches and exhaustion making an upright position not too desirable. "Pretty much a s.h.i.+thead too, if you were wondering."
Niko gave a reproving snort, then commented, "I believe all that he is has become all that he was. He was ill to begin with. He couldn't have survived the cave-in."
I wouldn't have thought he could've survived an entire clip to the brain either, but he'd proved me wrong. This time, however, the troll had wanted to die. When he'd thought the Auphe's time had pa.s.sed, he was ready to follow. They must've been lying extremely low for him to have believed they were truly gone. Either that, or the sickness had affected his mind. "Here's hoping," I muttered, resting my chin on my chest and rubbing the back of my neck. The movement felt clumsy, as if my hand were moving through a thick fluid instead of air. "Loman says he can find the Gypsies." I closed my eyes against the eye-searing brightness of the kitchen light.
"How long will it take to locate them?" That was Nik... who suddenly sounded far, far away. I didn't hear Robin's reply. 1 didn't hear anything at all. When I woke up, the light was off, and I was covered with that comforter from my bed. There was also the taste of fermented garlic in my mouth and a G.o.d-awful crick in my neck. I straightened my head and was rewarded with the howling protest of abused muscles. Hissing at the discomfort, I checked my watch. Five hours. I'd slept five hours. G.o.dd.a.m.n it. I threw the blanket off, put my hands against the table, and pushed up. I staggered for a moment, as stiff as a ninety-year-old man. It'd been a long day. Long week.
Long, Georgie. So d.a.m.n long.
I made my way through the darkened apartment back to my room to ask Niko what had happened after I'd fallen asleep. Pus.h.i.+ng open the door, I took in the spill of sable and silver on the pillows and the curve of a naked shoulder. I smiled to myself. About d.a.m.n time.
"You feel better?" I turned at my brother's low voice at my ear.
"The question is," I countered with a knowing grin, pulling the door shut between Promise and us, "do you?"
He'd come out of the bathroom and now motioned me back toward the living room. "You nearly died once today. Are you so anxious for a repeat showing?"
I didn't bother with the overhead light, instead relying on the light coming through the window from the street. Sitting on the couch, I took in the blanket and pillow piled with hospital neatness at one end. The cus.h.i.+ons had been scrubbed with ruthless efficiency and smelled of nothing but soap and water. No mud, no Abbagor... nothing of that remained. Nik. He couldn't fix George, couldn't fix me, so he concentrated on the little things. Until he could get his hands on Caleb, he'd impose order on the chaos available to him. "I'll pa.s.s on the beatdown, thanks." I watched as he leaned against the wall, still as a statue, but something was different. He wasn't completely happy. He couldn't be, not under the circ.u.mstances, but he was relaxed. And my brother was never relaxed. He might appear at ease on the surface, but underneath he was always taut, always ready. Always walking the edge of constant vigilance. But now... who would've thought?
"That's probably wise."
When I'd woken up I'd been panicked at the time lost. Five hours sleeping was five hours waiting for Caleb to find out what had happened. It was five hours that I wasn't trying to find George. Worse yet, it was five hours that I wasn't thinking of her, wasn't imagining what she might be going through. It felt like a betrayal, but... I exhaled and fell backward onto the couch. There was more involved here than just George and me. Above, the ceiling was striped gray and milky white. It was never dark in the city. Never. You think that'd be a comfort to someone who knows the things that giggle insanely in the dark. It's not. At least, not always. Sometimes a blanket of swaddling black velvet would be... nice. Sometimes not seeing is better than seeing. Then again, sometimes seeing isn't so bad. I turned my head toward Niko and smiled at the recollection of striped hair and long lashes resting on pale cheeks. "She's beautiful."
"Inside and out." He bowed his head, a strand of hair falling across his eyes. Rumpled and disheveled, completely unnatural for my brother.
I grinned again. "It took a vampire to make you human, Cyrano. What are the odds?" Then the grin melted and I went back to watching shadows crawl sluggishly across the ceiling. So, George, who's going to make me human?
The cus.h.i.+on dipped under Niko's weight as he settled on the edge. He sat quietly for a few moments before asking, "Can you do it again?"
I had no trouble following the change of subject. "I don't know. I don't know how I did it to begin with." Didn't know... didn't want to know. All I did know was that being able to rip a hole in reality was no kind of inheritance. Where was the gold watch? The hefty life insurance payout? Monsters, they never thought ahead. "Could be that the next time the world falls in on my head, it might kick in again."
"And then again it may not."
"Mystery." I s.h.i.+fted my shoulders. "That's what life is all about, right?"
"I know you'd rather not hear it." The dim light gleamed on his bare back and was in turn swallowed by the inky blackness of his sweatpants. "But I wouldn't mind you having the equivalent of a parachute."
"A get-out-of-jail-free card?" I snorted and rolled over onto my side. "I'd rather do without."
"Stubborn." The cuff on the back of my head that I'd imagined in Abbagor's cavern materialized. "Get some more sleep, Cal. There's nothing we can do until Goodfellow gets back to us, and we need you rested and sharp. Georgina would tell you the same."
Ever read those books? See those movies? Someone will be missing or presumed dead, yet their loved one will "feel" them. They'll know, without a doubt, that they're out there... alive. Sense the unbreakable glowing bond between them. Feel the touch of their invisible hand. How nice for them. As for me... I didn't feel s.h.i.+t. Okay, the big black hole where George had once been, that I felt. Emptiness and the ground falling away beneath my feet. Yeah, that was pretty G.o.dd.a.m.n palpable. But George? A honey-colored hand on my shoulder? The softness of her hair against my face? Those were nowhere to be found. Nowhere.
The present came the next day.
Wrapped in expensive paper of muted blues and greens and tied with a thin silver cord, it waited in the hall outside the door. I'd been on my way outside to grab some breakfast for Niko and Promise, who were still warming the sheets at six a.m. That was serious sleeping in for my brother, but, d.a.m.n, who could blame him?
Nudging the package with my toe, I eyed it suspiciously. It was about the size of a shoe box, and I knew instantly who had sent it. Pricey wrapping paper, innocent exterior-it had to be Goodfellow. I couldn't begin to guess how he'd known this night had been the night for Niko and Promise. Maybe he'd picked up on some subtle verbal cue between them that I'd missed when I'd dozed off. h.e.l.l, maybe he'd smelled it on them.
If Robin had a sixth sense, it was focused solely on s.e.x... a radar for arousal so powerful that it could pick up a h.o.r.n.y Martian across the vast emptiness of s.p.a.ce itself.
However he knew, it would be just like him to send them a little "gift." Probably one picked up in the type of store that used to grace Times Square. Or could be it came from his own personal collection. Gah. I picked it up gingerly with the tips of my fingers and carried it back to the kitchen table. I didn't have much choice. The coffee table had gone to an early grave. It didn't change the fact I was having serious doubts about ever eating in the kitchen again. The box wasn't addressed to anyone, so, braver than any hero of legend, I threw myself on the grenade. Oils, things that buzzed and vibrated, tiny sc.r.a.ps of leopard-spotted cloth-I was expecting pretty much anything.
Except George.
When Niko found me it was not quite an hour later. I'd left the apartment without my phone. It was just me and my present. And it was mine, no one else's. I had left a note, though. With the Auphe out there, I couldn't just walk out. I hadn't said where I was going or why, but I should've known Niko would track me down sooner rather than later.
I didn't look up when the bell tinkled rustily as the front door opened. I didn't have to; I knew who it was. The soda shop was empty except for the two of us. Mr. Geever had closed it up while George was gone. People kept coming in to see her, leaving flowers and colored paper stars, creating a memorial for a girl who wasn't even dead yet. Geever couldn't handle it. The street outside smelled overwhelmingly of roses and lilies, funeral flowers. I'd swum through them to use the key I still had from opening the place for him two weeks ago. Only two weeks. Jesus.
"So." Niko slid into the booth opposite me. "When did the overwhelming craving for ice cream hit you?" When I didn't answer, he asked quietly, "What's in the box, Cal?"
It sat in front of me, stripped of paper and ribbon... just a plain white box now. No cheerful paper, no s.h.i.+ny silver ribbon. Nothing left to distract from what lay inside. "George," I said tonelessly, looking up at him. "It's George."
He reached over and pulled the box out from beneath my hand. Lifting the lid, he stared down at the contents. The fury behind his eyes was swiftly squelched, but his lips remained a knife's edge as he dipped a careful hand in to lift out a ma.s.s of copper curls. It could've been worse. I knew that. It didn't change the fact that when I'd opened the box for the first time and saw George's hair I felt something break inside.
"Encouragement from our friend Caleb. He knows, then, about the crown." He rubbed a thumb along a length of red silk and gently returned the tumbled coils to the box. "We're almost there, little brother. A few days at best and we'll have another one to put in his d.a.m.ned hand and your George will be free."
Not mine. If I ever had doubts about that before, I didn't now. George wasn't for me, not if she wanted to live to see the ripe old age of twenty. Caleb had admired our work. He had wanted something from us and chose the most vulnerable person in our circle to use as leverage. Why he'd gone to such lengths we still didn't know, but did that matter? The result spoke for itself.
"Flay wake up yet?" I asked, reaching over to put the lid back on the box. I couldn't look at it anymore.
"Actually, yes." He stood. "Why don't we go discuss things with him? It'll be much more entertaining to hurt him while he's awake."
"You're trying to cheer me up, aren't you?" I said suspiciously.
"Perhaps. Is it working?"
"A little," I admitted. Picking up the box carefully, I slid out of the booth. "Let's go chat with the furry p.r.i.c.k."
Promise had been relieved of guard duty and was gone. Goodfellow had taken over-if you could call watching p.o.r.n on cable guarding. He was also on our phone, speaking some Slavic-sounding language. A h.e.l.luva long-distance call, but if it found George, he could run it into the millions for all I cared. Niko took the box from my hand and placed it carefully on Robin's lap. It was a combination of incentive and a simple right to know. Goodfellow had a great deal of affection for George too.
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