Dhampir Part 24
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Leesil sucked in an angry breath. The long scratches on his face hadn't completely stopped bleeding yet.
"She's not going to die. Think! Someone must be able to help her."
"I can," a quiet voice said from across the room.
Brenden turned in surprise, fist clenched, expecting to find something had escaped the burning warehouse and tracked them to his home. Instead, an elegant, middle-aged man with white temples stood in the open doorway. The fine fabric of his long cloak suggested wealth and culture.
"Welstiel?" Leesil asked, more a statement than a question. "Can you help?"
"If you'll do as I say."
"Anything," Leesil answered quickly. "I'll do anything."
Somewhere outside in the distance, Brenden heard shouts and ringing bells. The townsfolk had been roused with the alarm and would now be scurrying to put out the warehouse fire. He experienced a stab of guilt. Although he agreed with Leesil's decision, many people's lives would be affected for the worse.
Down on the beach, past moonrise, one smooth side of the seash.o.r.e bank exploded outward, shattering any illusions of peace the night still contained.
Rashed crawled out of the narrow hole, more earth breaking away from its edges as he carefully pulled Teesha after him. Years ago, he'd arranged for this secret tunnel that reached from the caves below the warehouse all the way into one of the caves along the bottom of the sea cliffs. The entrance was quite small and almost completely covered by sand. No one had ever tried entering the cave from the outside, so he'd pushed through the sand barrier from the inside and emerged into open air.
The beach was only a short drop below, but he was injured and nearly exhausted. He held Teesha tightly with his good arm and jumped down, landing on his feet.
"It's all right," he said, laying her in the sand. "I'll find blood soon."
She nodded and even smiled at him, but he knew the slash from Magiere's falchion had frozen Teesha's body from the waist down. A frightening prospect.
He left her there and climbed back up the wall.
"Ratboy, do you need help?"
Only the sound of crawling and digging answered him, and he began pus.h.i.+ng more sand out of the way.
Ratboy appeared in the opening, looking so burned, bitten, and pitiful that Rashed a.s.sisted him without anger or rebuke. They had both failed to evade or destroy the hunter. Ratboy was not to blame this time.
"Climb onto my back," Rashed said. "I'll carry you down."
Forgoing the usual sarcastic comment, Ratboy quietly grasped Rashed's shoulders with blackened hands, and Rashed descended as quickly as he could to lay his thin comrade beside Teesha.
The sight of Teesha filled him with emotions he could not recognize or explain. Although only her hands and one shoulder were badly burned, the slash on her stomach looked deep and her life-force was leaking away into the sand. Yet she did not complain nor curse him.
"Stay here and be silent," he said. "I will return." He unsheathed his sword and dropped it beside Ratboy. "For protection."
Then he headed down the beach toward a ma.s.s of s.h.i.+ps in the harbor. He no longer cared about sparing the lives of these Miiska mortals and hiding his ident.i.ty. Such sentiment had gained him nothing in the end. As Rashed approached the harbor, he saw two sailors sitting on a small encrusted log, pa.s.sing a bottle back and forth. They both looked young and healthy. There was no one else in sight.
Without a sound, Rashed rushed them from the side. Their eyes widened, and he knew himself to appear like some unearthed monster emerged from the depths, with his blood-soaked tunic, useless arm hanging limp, and smoke-streaked face. He struck out with his right fist.
He caught the nearest sailor across the jaw so hard the man fell unconscious, barely breathing. The second one only had time to cry out once and crabstep backward before Rashed grabbed him by the hair and drove both fangs straight into his throat.
Rashed didn't feed like this. He'd never fed like this.
As he held the sailor effortlessly, draining every bit of life he could, strength and power and euphoria filled his being. In a flash of clarity, he felt a glimmer of understanding for Ratboy... for Parko. Perhaps feeding could involve more than simply replenis.h.i.+ng necessary energies.
He finished and dropped the corpse onto the dune, leaving it where it lay. Why should he be concerned now? A little fear, a little truth might warn these mortals to leave him and his alone. How many years had he fought, struggled for absolute secrecy, anonymity? This cold woman hunter had destroyed his carefully constructed world. Well, so be it.
He remained still a moment, feeling the life of the sailor was.h.i.+ng through his body. Then he focused the flow of life, directed it where it was needed most. The wound on his shoulder began to close, pieces of bone settling together. The burn on his hand lost its sting. Other small injuries would disappear soon, all healed by the life of one insignificant mortal. He grabbed the other, unconscious sailor by the s.h.i.+rt collar and dragged him down the beach. The dead weight of the sailor was nothing to him now.
Fear hit him when he reached Teesha and saw that her eyes were closed. She lay so still. He moved to her side and dropped his burden. Corische once told him that in rare cases vampires could be injured severely enough to slip away into a kind of sleeping undeath. Rashed did not know if this was true, and he did not wish to find out.
"Look at me," he ordered.
When she didn't respond, he grabbed the sailor's wrist and tore it open with his teeth. Cradling Teesha's head, he pushed the ragged wound into her mouth and let liquid drip across her tongue.
"Drink," he whispered.
At first she didn't stir, but then strength from the blood must have reached her. The corners of her mouth begin to move, clamping on, drawing down. Forgetting himself, he stroked her hair without thinking, murmuring, "Good, good," over and over.
He sat there for a long while, letting her feed, and then his gaze rose to meet with Ratboy's icy stare. Shame touched him. He had two companions and yet only thought of Teesha.
"Wait," he said to Ratboy. "I'm coming."
Gently, he disengaged Teesha's mouth. Her eyes opened in protest, but he could see her wound had already stopped bleeding.
"Ratboy needs to feed as well," he said, wiping red away from her mouth and laying her head down slowly.
Realization dawned on her face, and she nodded. "Yes, of course. I'll be all right now."
He dragged the still-breathing sailor over to Ratboy, whose expression had resumed its usual caustic, angry set.
"Your kindness is touching," he whispered hoa.r.s.ely. "But take care, or the G.o.ds of mercy might get jealous."
"Feed yourself," Rashed answered, "so you can help us plan."
Mild surprise flickered across Ratboy's features. Then he attacked the sailor's throat ravenously.
Rashed turned back to Teesha, who now sat up and surveyed her own state. Her color had returned to its usual shade of pale cream.
"This dress is ruined," she said. "It's my favorite."
He walked over and dropped to the sand beside her.
"Why did you try to jump that hunter from behind? Of all the foolish attacks."
"I thought to break her neck," she answered. "How was I to know she was covered in garlic water?"
Anger began welling up inside him again. "They burned our home."
"I wanted to finish her here," she answered softly, "but now I think we should all leave this place."
He couldn't believe her words. "No, that hunter dies. She began this battle. We won't crawl away in the night."
"Teesha's right," Ratboy said. The sailor lay dead at his side. "We can't stay here. The town probably believes us dead anyway. Let us remain dead. Or perhaps you'd rather add resurrection from the ashes to your accomplishments."
Rashed jumped to his feet. These two did not fully grasp the situation.
"We have nowhere to sleep tonight. The earth from our homelands was in our coffins."
A glowing light appeared before him, and its colors solidified into the tragic form of Edwan.
"Undead superst.i.tions!" he said in open contempt.
Rashed always sensed dislike, even distrust, from Edwan, but something was different now. There was something harder in the ghost's hollow voice.
"What do you mean, my love?" Teesha asked.
Rashed heard discomfort and coolness in her tone. What had happened between the two of them?
Edwan turned. "I mean, my dear dear, that you do not need to sleep in the earth from your homeland. That is a peasants' tale spun so many times even your kind believes in it. I am not the only disembodied in this world. I talk to the dead. With the little I can grasp I know this, trust me."
Ratboy crawled to his feet. His burns weren't completely healed, but he seemed a good deal improved.
"You're certain?" he asked earnestly.
"Yes," Edwan answered without looking at him.
Rashed leaned over and pulled Teesha to her feet. The thought of sleeping anywhere besides his own coffin unnerved him, but he hid his feelings for the others' sake.
"I know a safe place then, somewhere I go to think." He looked at Edwan. "I cut that hunter's throat deeply. She may be dead, but we have no way of knowing. Can you find out?"
Edwan hovered, glowering at him. "Whatever you ask, my lord."
He vanished.
"We have to rest and feed again-and heal," Rashed said to his companions. "If the hunter lives, next time she'll be the one caught sleeping."
Welstiel remained standing in the doorway of Brenden's home, and Leesil decided not to ask him to come closer. Whatever he had to say, he could say it from a distance.
As he took in the man's calm, cold stare, Leesil began to hate his own ignorance even more. Magiere's breathing was broken, shallow, and irregular, and her flesh was whiter than sun-bleached parchment. He didn't know how to save her and yet loathed the prospect of letting Welstiel even this near Magiere. The strange man's striking countenance and elegant clothes did not fool Leesil. Welstiel was not to be trusted.
"What do I do?" Leesil asked finally. "Feed her your blood," Welstiel answered simply. Of all the instructions Leesil expected, this was not one of them, and he found himself stunned speechless.
"What are you talking about?" the blacksmith asked, and his face reddened with anger.
"She is a dhampir dhampir, the child of a vampire, born to hunt and destroy the undead. She shares some of their weaknesses and their strengths. Though she is mortal, and from such a wound she will die without the blood of another mortal." Welstiel gazed at Leesil. "And who cares for her but you?"
"You're mad!" the half-elf spit out angrily. "Mad as the warlord of my homeland."
"Then you have nothing to lose by feeding her your blood and, if not, you can sit and watch her perish. I believe you said you would do anything."
Leesil looked down at Magiere. The bandages were soaked through and the pillow was already damp with her blood. If only she would open her eyes and laugh at him, curse him, berate him as a fool for wanting to believe Welstiel. But her eyes remained closed, and he could no longer hear her breathing.
"I hate you for making me do this," Leesil said to Welstiel in a low, clear voice. "She'll hate you even more." And he jerked a stiletto from his sleeve.
"Leesil, don't!" Brenden cried out. "Don't listen to him. This cannot help her."
"Get back!" Leesil warned the blacksmith.
"You must do one more thing," Welstiel said, as if Brenden were not there. "Pull out the bone and tin amulet and place the bone side against her skin. The bone must have contact with her skin."
"Why?" Leesil asked.
"You don't have time. Do as I instruct."
The half-elf lifted his leg across Magiere's stomach and straddled her body. The straw mattress s.h.i.+fted slightly and sagged as he moved, but he was careful not to put any of his weight on her. He pulled the amulet out from inside her shut and turned it over, placing the bone side against the hollow of her throat. He noticed the topaz stone was still glowing. Then he leaned near her face.
In one motion, he sliced across the inside of his wrist, dropped the blade, and used his good hand to cradle her head. Even tainted by smoke and dirt, her hair felt oddly soft.
Blood spilled down the side of her face as he used the hand with the slit wrist to pull her mouth open. He forgot about Welstiel and Brenden's presence and pressed his slashed wrist between her teeth.
"Try," he whispered. "Just try."
At first his blood just trickled into her limp mouth, some of it spilling to the side and down her jaw and then down her neck. It soaked into the linen bandage to mix with her own.
She stirred once, and then without warning, one of her hands latched on to his arm, forcing his wrist deeper into her mouth. He hadn't antic.i.p.ated the prospect of pain, and her sudden flash of great strength caught him off guard.
A too-hot sensation, like being burned from the inside out, caused him to instinctively want to jerk his arm away, but he held fast and let her continue feeding on him. It was disturbing, but enthralling-the wet softness of her mouth around the sharpness of her teeth connecting with his flesh. Her body shuddered and tightened beneath him. He experienced fear, anger, pain, and sorrow all at once, but couldn't be sure the feelings were all his own. She was so close, right beneath him, so near that everything he felt could have risen from her right into him.
Her breathing became stronger and deeper, and he felt suddenly tired and warm at the same time.
The pain began to fade, and all he sensed now was how close she was, the feel of her mouth on his arm and his hand in her hair, her breath warm on his face. His head dropped until their brows touched.
Magiere's dark eyes opened wide, the irises fully black without color, and she did not appear to recognize him. Her other hand grasped his shoulder and drew him down until his body pressed against hers. He wanted her to keep feeding, until he knew for certain she would live.
To keep feeding.
Her face grew dim in front of him-shadows darker- fading.
Then she was holding him up, with both hands gripping his shoulders. His bleeding wrist dropped limp across her chest. In her open mouth he could see blood-smeared fangs, but her eyes-still all-black irises-were wide with sudden fear and confusion. The amulet fell from the hollow of her throat and dangled against the pillow on its chain.
"No... keep feeding," Leesil whispered. He felt so tired that it was hard to speak. "You need my blood."
From somewhere distant he heard shouting, someone shouting at him, but it didn't matter.
Dhampir Part 24
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