"Yeah, don't remind me," he said, but after a moment or two, he sighed. "Fine. She'l always be an ass, but I guess it doesn't hurt to teach her to use a stake or something. Basic self-defense."
"That's my guy." She squeezed his arm. "Besides, if you teach her self-defense, you get to smash her into the floor when you tackle her."
"Suddenly, I am allabout this plan."
They got about half a block before Shane stopped in front of the used-parts store to talk to the guy who ran it-something about needing a new hose for Eve's always-being-rebuilt hearse. Claire lost interest after the conversation began sounding like a foreign language, and she ended up staring into a store two windows down. It was a junk store, really, ful of discarded stuff (some of it actually good), and she got on the creepy track of wondering if people had actually brought it here to resel , or if it had been scavenged from abandoned houses after the owners' disappearances.
Maybe both.
The storefront was blessedly in dark shade, and so was the narrow brick alley next to it...which was why she didn't see the attack coming. It happened so fast, she saw nothing but a blur out of the corner of her eye, and then felt the sensation of hands crushing her shoulders, and then a rush of dizzy motion. When she caught her breath to scream, she was slammed up against the brick wal , and a cold hand pressed over her mouth to seal in the sound.
"Hush!" Myrnin said urgently. "Hush, now. Promise me."
Claire didn't want to promise anything, because there was a manic gleam in her vampire boss's dark eyes, and he looked...especially disheveled today. Myrnin was prone to eccentric dressing, but this outfit looked as if he'd picked it out in pitch-darkness by feel-some kind of moth-eaten velvet trousers that would have been deemed too out-there for the 1970s, a loose-fitting lemon yel ow shirt that was buttoned up wrong, and a vest with cartoon characters. He'd matched it up with a hat that a Pilgrim might have worn and, just to top it alloff, neon Mardi Gras beads- three strands.
He was also-she cringed to see it-totally barefoot. In an alley. That was disturbing.
She nodded, which wasn't so much a promise really, but he accepted it as one and took his hand away. She finished drawing in the breath, but held off on the scream, just in case he wasn't crazy at the moment, bare feet aside.
"I heard that you spoke with Mayor Moses?" he asked.
"You forgot your shoes."
"Bother my feet! Moses?"
"Yes, we talked to her."
"Did she tellyou that Amelie has just announced an election?"
Claire blinked. "For what?"
"For mayor, of course. She has removed Hannah from office, effective tomorrow, since Hannah has refused to agree to sign some of her more- aggressive new decrees. The election wil be held next week to appoint someone more...friendly to the new agenda." Myrnin seemed not just agitated, but really worried. "You see why I object."
"Uh..." Not really. "You do remember you're a vampire, right?"
He gave her an utterly sane and baffled look. "The fangs and the fact I crave blood do give me a general clue, yes. And being a vampire, I am naturally interested in the survival of my species. Therefore I feel I ought to stop Amelie and that damn Roundhead from ruining everything we've accomplished of value here."
"Myrnin, you're not making any sense."
"Oh, aren't I?" He let go and stepped back from her, and she had to admit, despite the haphazard wardrobe, he looked a whole lot more together than he often did. His eyes were steady, dark, and focused; he held himself still , with no more than a minimum of fidgeting. "I came to Morganville to create something unique in the history of the world...a place where humans and vampires could coexist in relative safety, if not always peace. I wil not allow Oliver to pervert that achievement into nothing more than his own personal...hunting preserve! It's a perversion of what Amelie intended here. And if she won't recognize it, I must do it for her."
Shane must have just noticed she'd gone missing, because she heard him cal her name, a sharp and urgent note of alarm in his voice. He knew how easily people could vanish here, even in broad daylight. It didn't take him more than a few seconds to identify the alley as the most likely peril, and she saw his broad shoulders block out about half the murky light.
"Bother, it's your overprotective young man." Myrnin sighed. "Remember this: we must have a plan of how to counter Oliver's influence. Perhaps another human on the council. If not Hannah Moses, then someone in opposition to Amelie's agenda. Preferably someone sane, of course. Work on that. I'll be in touch soon." He sent a blistering look down the alley as Shane approached, then briefly bared thin, razor-sharp eyeteeth before just...vanishing. He didn't actually disappear in a mist, Claire knew; he just moved faster than her eye could track, so the human brain filled in something similar for reference.
And then Shane was there, staring first at her, then around at the shadows. "What the hel , Claire?"
She pulled in a deep breath, and wished she hadn't. alleys. Disgusting. She thought of Myrnin's bare feet, and shuddered. "Let's get out of here."
A phone cal to Michael sorted out her vampire escort problem for her upcoming audience with Morganville's Founder; he was wil ing-in fact, eager-to talk to Amelie along with her. Claire was especially grateful, since if she hadn't been able to land his support, Shane would have insisted on going with her, and she could foresee how that would turn out. She didn't need to be a psychic to know Shane's mouth would get them both in
trouble, especially with Amelie's own attitude these days.
Michael brought his car and picked Claire up on the street in front of the Glass House. It was a standard-issue vampire sedan; having fangs in Morganville came with wheels, for free, as well as a membership on the withdrawal side of the town's blood bank. The downside of riding in Michael's car was that Claire couldn't see anything out the windows, since it was vampire custom-tinted.
"So," she said after they'd driven a couple of blocks in silence, "are you guys okay? Eve seemed..."
"She's okay," he said in a tone that meant he wasn't going to go over the details with her. "She's not happy with me for not tel ing you guys about the cards, but having a heads-up wouldn't have done anything but given you room to complain more. I was trying to keep the peace as long as I could." He shot her a look, eyebrows up. "Was I wrong?"
She shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. Everything's so weird these days, maybe you were right. At least we got to have some nice argument- free evenings out of it."
"Yeah," he agreed. "But those days are over."
Claire thought he was probably right.
Hannah might have cal ed ahead, but that didn't mean word had gotten down to the level of the guards on duty near Founder's Square-two vampires, both wearing police uniforms, only this time they were female...a tal one and a short one. The tal er one wore her white-blond hair in a thick braid down her back. The shorter one wore hers cropped close to the skul .
ID cards were the first thing they asked to see. Michael silently produced his gold card, but the two cops hardly even glanced at it. They wanted Claire's.
The tal er one smiled as she looked it over. "Good blood type," she said, and handed it to her partner, who admired it in turn. "You take care of yourself. Wouldn't want to see it wasted."
Claire felt particularly weird about that. It was like being exposed, as if she'd had some kind of privacy taken away. Michael must have felt it, too, because he said, in a dangerously soft voice, "You've checked her out. Knock it off."
"You're no fun," the shorter one said, and winked at him. "Just like your grandfather. And look where that got him."
"Dead," the tal er cop agreed. "Al for trying to treat humans like equals. Seems like the Glass family members just never learn their lessons."
Michael's eyes flickered a sudden, bright crimson, and he said, "I'l take any comparison to my grandfather as a compliment. And you really need to stop screwing with us now."
"Or?"
"Viv, dial it down," the other cop said, and handed Claire's ID back to her. "We're done. They're cleared for the Founder's office."
"I'm sure we'l see you again," Viv said, and grinned, showing fangs. "Both of you. Hunting season starts soon."