I shoved the second blade under her ribs, up into her heart. Her body shuddered, eyes impossibly wide. Her mouth opened enough for me to see my knife blade impaling her. She screamed wordlessly and hit me with the back of her hand. The only thing that kept me from being airborne was the water. It absorbed some of the shock. I fell backwards, and the water closed over me. I had a second of floating, then I tried to breathe, got a mouthful of water and staggered to my feet, coughing, falling down as soon as I stood. I got my feet under me and felt something warmer on my face than water. I was bleeding. My vision was going grey with little white flowers in it.
The vampire was still coming for me with my last two knives in its body. There was no more screaming from across the room. I couldn't see that far, but it could only mean one thing. Reynolds, Wren, and Tucker were gone.
I was backing up in the water. I tripped over something and went down, water pouring over me. It was harder to get up this time, slower. I'd tripped over the Haz-Mat suit, and the bag with the Browning in it. My vision was full of holes. It was like watching the vampire through a strobe light. I closed my eyes, but the white flowers ate the back of my eyelids. I let myself sink into the water and found the bag by my foot. Was I holding my breath, or had I just stopped breathing? I couldn't remember. I got the Browning out without opening my eyes. I didn't need to see to use it.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and dragged me to the surface. I fired as I came up, blowing holes in her body like a zipper until I came to that pale face. She put a hand out, over the muzzle of the gun, and that delicate hand blew into bits of bone, a bloody stump. I fired into that face until it was a red ruin and I was deaf in both ears.
The vampire fell backwards into the water, and I slid to my knees. The water poured over me. I tried to push to the surface again and couldn't. I think I got one last mouthful of air, then the grey and white spots were everywhere. I couldn't see the glow of the cross or the black water. When darkness swallowed my vision, it was smooth and perfect. I had a moment of floating, a dim thought that I should be scared, then nothing.
47
I woke up on the grass where Caroline and I had been sitting. Vomiting water and bile, feeling like shit, but alive. Alive was good. Almost as good was Detective Tammy Reynolds standing over me, watching the EMTs work on me. Her arm was taped to her side, and she was crying. Then nothing, like someone changed the channel, and I woke up to a different show.
Hospital this time, and I was afraid I'd dreamed Reynolds, and that she was really dead. Larry sat in a chair by my bed, head back, asleep or knocked out on painkillers. I took his presence as a sign I hadn't hallucinated Reynolds. If his sweetie had been dead, I didn't think he'd be sitting here, at least not asleep.
He blinked awake, eyes unfocused, from drugs I think. "How are you?"
"You tell me."
He smiled, tried to stand and had to take a deep breath before he could do it. "If I wasn't hurt, I'd be out helping Tammy rescue vamps right now."
Something tight in my chest loosened. "She is alive, then. I thought I'd dreamed it."
He blinked at me. "Yeah, she's alive. So is Wren."
"How?" I asked.
He grinned at me. "A vampire known as the Traveler seems able to inhabit bodies of other vamps. Says he's a member of their council and he's here to help. Says you enlisted his aid." Larry was watching me very closely, the painkillers sliding away from his eyes as he tried to will me to tell the truth.
"That's essentially it," I said.
"He took over the body of the vamp attacking Tammy and Wren. He saved them. She shoved her arm into the vamp's mouth, and it's broken, but it'll heal."
"What about Wren?"
"Okay, but he's pretty broken up over Tucker."
"She didn't make it," I said.
He shook his head. "She was torn up, nearly yanked in half. All that was holding her together was the Haz-Mat suit."
"So you didn't have to stake her," I said.
"The vamps did the job themselves," he said. "They got Tucker's body up but not the vamps you did in. They're still down there."
I looked at him. "Let me guess, it caved in--didn't it?"
"Not five minutes after they pulled Tucker's body out, and laid you on the grass, the whole thing went. The vamp body that the Traveler was using started to burn. I've never seen one of them burn before. It was impressive and scary. The rubble covered the vamp. They couldn't dig him out until dark because that would have exposed him to sunlight again. He dug his own way out while they were still getting started."
"He attack anyone?" I asked.
Larry shook his head. "He seemed pretty calm."
"You were there?"
"Yep."
I let it go. No sense worrying over what might have happened if the vamp had clawed his way to freedom pissed. I also found it very interesting that the Traveler couldn't stand the sunlight, and Warrick could. Surviving sunlight, even dim sunlight, was the rarest of talents among the walking dead. Or maybe Warrick was right. Maybe it was God's grace. Who was I to know?
"Is it my imagination or are you just moving better, with less pain?" I asked.
"It's been another twenty-four hours. I'm starting to heal."
"Excuse me?" I said.
"You've been out for over a day. It's late Sunday afternoon."
"Shit," I said. Had Jean-Claude met with the council without me? Had the "dinner," whatever it was, already happened? "Shit," I said again.
Still frowning, he said, "I've got a message from the Traveler for you. Tell me why you suddenly look so scared and I'll give it to you."
"Just give it to me, Larry, please."
Still frowning, he said, "The dinner is postponed until you feel well enough to attend."
I settled back against the pillows and couldn't keep the relief off my face, my body.
"What the hell is going on, Anita?"
Maybe it was the concussion. Maybe it was the fact that I didn't like to lie to Larry face to face. Whatever it was, I told him truth. I told him all of it. I told him about Richard and the marks. He knew about that, but not what I'd discovered recently. I left out a few things, but not much. When I was done, he sat back in the chair looking stunned.
"Well, say something."
He shook his head. "Sweet Mary Mother of God, I don't know where to start. Jean-Claude had a press conference last night with the Traveler at his side. They talked about vampire and human unity in the face of this awful event."
"Whose body did the Traveler use?" I asked.
Larry shivered. "That is one of the creepiest vamp powers I have ever seen. He used some vamp from Malcolm's Church. Malcolm was at the press conference. too. The Traveler used his powers to help rescue the other vamps, including Malcolm."
"Who acted as intepreter while the sun was up?" I asked.
"Balthasar, his human servant."
"Balthasar as a public servant, that is creepy," I said.
Larry frowned. "He told me he had a thing for men with red hair. Was he kidding?"
I laughed, and it made my head hurt. I was suddenly very aware of a growing headache, as if it had been there all the time, just masked by drugs. Modern chemistry, there is no substitute.
"Probably not, but don't worry. You're not on the menu."
"Who is?" Larry asked.
"I don't know yet. Has Dolph found out who's behind the bombings and stuff?"
"Yes." He said that one word like it was enough.
"Tell me or I will get out of this bed and hurt you."
"It was Humans First. The police raided their headquarters earlier today, got most of the leaders."
"That is wonderful." I frowned, which hurt, then closed my eyes and said, "How did Humans First know where all the monsters were? They hit private homes, secret daytime lairs. They shouldn't have known where everyone was."
I heard the door open a moment before Dolph's voice said, "The vampires had a traitor in their midst."
"Hey, Dolph."
"Hey, yourself. Good to see you awake."
"Good to be awake," I said. "What traitor?"
"Remember Vicki Pierce--and her little scene at Burnt Offerings?"
"I remember."
"She had a boyfriend that was with Humans First. She gave him up when we questioned her a second time."