First Drop Of Crimson Part 21

"A few months ago," Cat said, those fangs retracting until just her normal teeth showed again. "At first things were too crazy for me to tell you about it, but then*" Denise looked away. Yeah. Then she wasn't taking Cat's calls. "I'm sorry," she mumbled.

"It's all right, I knew you needed time," Cat replied softly. She gave Spade a harder look.

"You'd better be good to her."

"Or you'll shove something silver in me where the sun doesn't s.h.i.+ne?" Spade asked, grinning at Denise.

She looked away in embarra.s.sment at the threat she'd hurled at him just this morning, but Cat nodded.

"You've got it, buddy."

"And same to you with Crispin, Reaper," Spade replied in a mild tone.

Denise stifled her snort. As if Spade's chivalry would allow him to do anything to a woman. The harshest punishment she could imagine him dis.h.i.+ng out to Cat would be refusing to open a door for her.

"Shh," Spade said suddenly. His eyes narrowed. "I hear something." Denise strained her ears, but came up with nothing. Cat c.o.c.ked her head and then threw Spade an incredulous glance.

"Is that singing?"

Spade let out a snort. "Appears so."

Denise still couldn't hear anything, to her frustration. Again she cursed her brands for not giving her any useful abilities. Finally, after a solid five minutes, she caught the sound drifting from outside.

"* I am the very model of a modern Major-General*" Ian's voice, loud and off tune. Denise blinked. "Is that code?" Spade shook his head with disgust. "No. It's Pirates of Penzance." Bones soundlessly came through the door a moment later, startling her. "He's so b.l.o.o.d.y p.i.s.sed, he can hardly walk," he announced.

Denise knew enough English slang by now to know that didn't mean Ian was mad, and there was only one thing that could inebriate a vampire. Had Nathanial been in Web's house? Or had Ian gotten the Red Dragon from a vial, as Black Jack distributed it?

"I'm very good at integral and differential calculus," Ian continued to sing, interrupted by a crash and then, "Where'd that b.l.o.o.d.y statue come from? Er, imitation anyway. I know the scientific names of beings animalculous*" After more stumbling noises, the operetta-singing vampire appeared. Ian's eyes were bloodshot, he had a smear of dirt on his face, and his s.h.i.+rt was b.u.t.toned up wrong.

"Hallo, all!" Ian announced cheerfully. "That was a capital evening."

"Ian, mate, you look a bit worse for wear," Spade gritted out, glaring at him. "Let's get you tucked into bed before you break anything else."

"I know our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's," Ian singsonged.

Cat looked at Bones and let out a grunt. "Useless," she muttered.

Spade grabbed Ian, hissing something in his ear Denise didn't hear. Whatever it was, Ian laughed. "Charles, mate, you fret too much. I'm a grown man, I am, and I can blood my handle."

"Handle your blood?" Bones offered dryly.

Ian grinned. "Exactly."

Denise sighed. It was clear they weren't getting any information out of Ian tonight. She, Bones, and Cat followed as Spade supported Ian, almost carrying him up the stairs to then dump him on the bed in a guest room.

"Before you go, mate, turn on the telly. Something raunchy, too. Think I'll rub one off before I sleep."

"G.o.d, you're disgusting," Cat grumbled. Denise agreed.

To her surprise, Bones went across the bedroom, flipped through the channels, and stopped on something p.o.r.nographic, turning it up. Moans, cries, and groans filled the room.

Ian sat up like a puppet yanked into action. "He's got someone there with Dragon in his blood," he said low, the slur considerably less in his words. "Couldn't tell if he matched your description, poppet, because they had him covered up except for his thighs, a.r.s.e, and c.o.c.k. Too bad you didn't describe one of those, or I'd know straightaway if this was your bloke."

Denise's mouth dropped, both in surprise at Ian's abrupt recovery, and hearing the condition in which Web had the man who might be Nathanial.

Spade didn't look surprised by either. His mouth was set in a grim line. "Package deals," he muttered, throwing a glance in her direction.

Denise's stomach heaved, making her glad she hadn't eaten before. She looked at Ian in horror. He hadn't, had he*?

"I say, look at the melons on that la.s.s," Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. "And hung like a stallion, he is."

"Focus, mate," Spade muttered.

Ian gave Spade a lopsided smile that told Denise he might not be as affected as he'd pretended, but what he'd imbibed had left its mark.

"Didn't b.u.g.g.e.r the bloke against his will, of course, so I took a swallow from his thigh and that was all. Cost a fancy bit of quid for a direct taste, too, versus the bottled, mixed version Web sells."

Denise shuddered. It would have been her exposed in that helpless and humiliating position for any vampire to bite or rape, if Black Jack had taken her to Web as he'd planned.

"How secure is the room he's in?" Bones asked, absorbing everything without a change in expression.

Ian's gaze wandered back to the TV before it snapped to Bones. "Hmm? Ah, very secure.

Practically a bloomin' dungeon, though more posh. Web blindfolded me so I don't know which door we went through, but it's in the bas.e.m.e.nt. Five vampires in the room, one of them a Master. At least seven more Masters in the house, plus Web. And a b.l.o.o.d.y lot of silver weapons."

"He blindfolded you? Must not have trusted you as much as you thought he would," Spade mused.

"Everyone acted like it was normal procedure. Foxed me at first how readily Web admitted to having a source at his home, but he must reckon only his people know how rare sources are. If not for her, none of us would know what caused the bloke to have Red Dragon in his veins, right? Other vampires must reckon it's a chemical Web makes and just injects random humans with." Ian paused to shake his head. "Web is rattled about you moving in next door, however* and is this room spinning, or is it me?"

"It's you, now continue," Spade said shortly.

"Web kept going on about why you would up and leave your ancestral home. Did I know what you were about? Who was the woman with you? Right stuck on it, he was. He's goosed enough that he might move that source of his soon."

"b.u.g.g.e.r," Spade swore. He met Bones's gaze. "It'll have to be now."

"Now?" Denise blurted, forgetting to whisper.

Spade came over to her and smoothed his hand across her shoulders. "Dawn will be here in a few hours so they'll be winding down, off their guard as much as they're going to be.

To wait would be riskier."

It's too soon! Denise wanted to cry out, but she pressed her lips together and nodded.

She'd never feel comfortable letting Spade walk into that situation, and if it was safer now, better now than later.

"They have cameras outside the house, alarms, probably the same inside as well," Bones noted. "It won't be a surprise attack, mate. Do you have any other vampires here strong enough and trustworthy enough to join us?"

Spade nodded. "One."

Chapter Twenty-six.

Spade strapped on the remainder of his silver knives. Crispin, Cat, Ian, and Alten did the same. The metal tucked away in leg-and armband sheaths or lining the holsters on their backs were the only flashes of color on their all-black ensembles. Fabian carried no weapons, of course, but he was going, too. He might not be able to fight, but the ghost would serve a huge benefit in another way.

Spade felt a surge of grat.i.tude watching them. Crispin's loyalty was endless, as Cat's presence was testimony to. Crispin hated putting her in danger, not that his wife needed coddling. Ian, now that he'd drained the Red Dragon out of himself and drunk deeply of human blood to replenish that loss, was as lethally focused as ever. As for Alten, Spade hadn't even needed to explain the circ.u.mstances before his friend agreed to help. Spade was grateful for that day eighty years ago when he'd changed Alten over. Alten would make a fine Master of his own line, whenever he chose to leave.

Nathanial's tainted blood made attacking Web both easier and more difficult. On the plus side, Spade didn't have to worry about the law against stealing another vampire's property. Who would Web complain to? Not the Law Guardians, who'd slaughter Web the moment they found out what he had been doing with Nathanial. Web couldn't risk telling other vampires, either, out of concern that one of them would report his activities.

In the negative column, Web wouldn't easily let the source of his million-dollar industry flee out the door. Web was a powerful Master vampire. In addition to him, Ian had also reported eight other Master vampires in the home, plus other undead guards. The best way to ensure they got Nathanial out alive was a quick, brutal attack. Dawn would see blood spilled; of that, Spade had no doubt.

Which was why he had sent Denise half an hour ago to the docks. She'd wanted to go with them, insisting her presence was necessary because she was the only one who knew what Nathanial looked like. Spade countered that should there be more than one Dragon-blooded bloke inside, they'd grab him, too, but it made no sense for Denise to storm the house just to make an identification. He didn't want to scare her by stressing how dangerous this was for them, strong vampires all, to attack a Master vampire's well-guarded home. For all they knew, Web might have fortified his house with b.o.o.by traps.

So have Denise, still mostly human, go with them? She'd be killed or get him killed protecting her. Or both.

Spade sought to soothe her by saying he'd need her to man the escape boat they'd rendezvous to, but Denise saw through the lie, because she'd turned away in frustration.

Selfishly, Spade hoped this was another reason Denise would welcome changing over once her brands were off. Being a vampire did have some drawbacks, but those were vastly overshadowed by the benefits, in his opinion.

"Fabian's presence will be priceless for searches and warnings, but if things get dicey, Cat, that new pyrokinesis power of yours will be quite useful, too," Spade said, strapping on a final knife.

She grimaced. "Yeah, about that* I don't have it anymore." Ian's brows rose. "Only a few months ago, you exploded an entire house and a Master vampire's head right off his shoulders. You're saying that ability's gone?" Cat looked at her hands and sighed. "Because I was a half-breed before changing over, Fate thought it was funny to make me feed off vampire blood instead of human blood. I absorb power from undead blood whenever I drink*and sometimes, that means any special powers the vampire has, too. Kinda like normal vampires absorb life from human blood when they drink. But just as vampires need to keep feeding regularly to sustain the life in them, the power I absorb feeding from vampires fades with time. So the pyrokinesis I absorbed after drinking from Vlad was only temporary. All my hands are good for now is throwing knives. Or doubling as sparklers." Spade digested that. "If that's not common knowledge, we might still be able to use it to our advantage. The threat of you being pyrokinetic might be enough to sway matters, even if you're not any longer."

"You want me to bluff if things get dicey?" she asked in disbelief.

He shrugged. "If we're in that much trouble, what's to lose by trying?" Crispin snorted grimly. "Let's hope we don't find ourselves in that much trouble, mate."

"Agreed," Ian muttered.

Spade glanced at the clock. Almost three A.M. It was time.

"Remember, the human has to be taken alive," he said. Then his voice hardened. "But everyone else can die."

Denise grumbled under her breath as she, Bootleg, and another vampire named Lyceum reached the Fontvieille pier. How stupid did Spade think she was? Oh sure, he was counting on her to have the boat at the proper coordinates of the Mediterranean. That was why he'd sent two other vampires along with her.

"You smell angry," Bootleg remarked conversationally.

"How stupid does he think I am?" Denise blurted, out loud this time. "Oh sure, I'm so necessary here. Except for the part where I don't even know how to drive a boat!" Lyceum didn't quite stifle his laugh. "I don't know what they're doing, chri, and if Spade didn't tell me, it's dangerous. You didn't really expect him to bring you? You're a human."

The vampire said it in the same way he might have said with the word moron. Denise's fists clenched. Vampire elitism when it came to humans was as rampant as it was infuriating.

"Humanity doesn't equal inferiority," she got out. "And you don't leave your only witness behind when you're looking for the perpetrator."

"You do if there might be danger," Bootleg said with a shrug. "Especially since it's you." Denise glanced at him with curiosity and annoyance. Was she considered extra helpless as a human female, or had Spade told Bootleg what was in her blood? "Why especially me?"

"Because of Giselda," Bootleg replied.

"So true," Lyceum chimed in.

Denise felt like they were speaking another language. "Who or what is Giselda?" The two vampires exchanged a look that stopped Denise in her tracks. "Don't you even think of holding back, or I'll* I'll tell Spade you let me get away from you," she improvised. "And that I got mugged," she added for good measure.

Cries of "Mon Dieu! " and "That's not fair!" echoed immediately from the two vampires.

"I'm a crazy human female, you know I'll do it," Denise warned them, her internal alert system telling her that this was important.

Lyceum gave Bootleg a dirty look. "You brought her up. You tell her." Something like a sigh came out of Bootleg. "Giselda was Spade's lover during the Franco-Prussian war. He intended to marry her, except she was still human. You have to be a vampire to be married as one, and Giselda resisted changing over." Lyceum muttered something in French that made Bootleg nod. Denise didn't need it translated to guess it was something derogatory about Giselda's choice.

"And?" she prompted, premonition sliding up her spine.

"Spade was called away by his sire to a.s.sist in some dispute. He didn't take Giselda in case war broke out between his sire and the other Master. She was to stay in her chateau.

But weeks later, when Spade sent word that all was well and he'd be returning soon, Giselda decided to go to him instead. She sent a messenger ahead to announce her arrival."

Bootleg cast a sideways glance at Denise that made her want to smack him in impatience.

"Go on," she said.

"On the way, her carriage had a mishap or it was attacked, I don't know which. I do know Giselda was gang-raped by a group of French deserters*either before or after they killed her," Bootleg summarized bluntly. "Spade went looking for her when she didn't arrive at the time her message described. He found her body in the woods." Denise felt ill even as several things clicked into place. Why did you have to kill him?

she'd asked Spade months ago, standing over the body of her attacker in the parking lot.

Because of what he intended to do. No one deserves to live after that. And Ian's comment, I haven't seen Charles this attentive with a human in almost a hundred and fifty years* Hasn't he told you about her yet? Then last week in Nevada, You have no idea how much I do understand*

Spade did know the horror of discovering the broken body of someone he loved, just as she did. It was the worst, most helpless, most heartbreaking, rage-inducing feeling in the world.

Was that why Spade never dated humans? They really did have a lot in common. Spade shunned relations.h.i.+ps with humans because of Giselda, and Denise had avoided the undead world because of Randy. How ironic they'd been drawn to each other despite these reservations.

"Chri, don't cry," Lyceum said softly. "That was a long time ago." Denise brushed her cheek, only realizing then that it was wet. "Sorry. I just* I know what it's like," she finished, wiping her other cheek.

"We're glad you came along," Bootleg said, smiling at her. "It's good to see Spade happy again. Why, I'll bet he'll be doing cartwheels once you change into a vampire." For the second time, Denise stopped in her tracks.

"What makes you think I'll be doing that?"

Web's house was on the edge of Monte Carlo and La Rousse. He'd picked the highest point as far as topography, no doubt for defensive reasons more than aesthetic ones. It did make the Greek-style architecture look impressive, rising up from the rocky hill with tastefully hidden spotlights s.h.i.+ning on the different foliage and the house, but Spade knew those spotlights were also security. They kept all access to the house well lit, making Spade deduce that Web had human as well as vampire guards. A vampire wouldn't need the spotlights to see everything.

"From what I heard in the humans' minds who live here, food is delivered on a regular basis to a man secured in the cellar. The stairway is accessible through a hidden door in the walk-in freezer," Crispin whispered. "Fabian, find the freezer and check there first.

Ian, do you remember pa.s.sing through something cold before you were taken to the human?"

"No, but where the bloke is during the day when he'd be fed is likely different than where they'd have him to entertain guests."

"Good point," Alten replied.