to live in. When we're ready, we'll act. Frank Collins had the right idea, but he wasn't much of a planner.'
'So you're planning a revolution,' Claire said. 'Not just random attacks.'
'Would you stop telling the prisoner our plans?' Captain Obvious snapped. 'Jesus, don't you watch movies? Just shut up!'
'She's not going to tell anybody,' Officer Fenton said, in such an offhand way that Claire's heart sank.
They didn't intend to keep any promises to Michael. No way were they letting Michael, or her, walk out of here alive.
Don't do it, Michael. Don't come for me.
But fifteen minutes later, the door burst open, and a vampire rushed in, wrapped in a heavy blanket. The greasy smell of cooking flesh filled the shed, and then the vampire kicked the door closed and collapsed against it, gasping. Smoke rose up from him in a thick, choking cloud. In a few places, Claire could see blackened skin beneath the covering.
'About time,' Fenton growled, picked up a black stick from a crate next to him, and drove it into the vampire's chest. For a second Claire thought that it had been a stake, but then she saw sparks, and the vampire went down in a tangle of blankets and smoke.
He'd been tasered.
Captain Obvious brought out a wooden stake and rolled the vampire over. Claire screamed. Somehow, she'd been avoiding thinking of him as Michael, but the flash of golden hair and the pale shape of his face was unmistakable.
His blue eyes were open, but he couldn't move. There were burned patches on his hands and arms, but he was alive ...
Captain Obvious positioned the stake.
Claire lurched to her feet and spun to her right. Her left hand was still tied to the crossbar of the chair, but the momentum helped her use it as a weapon, swinging with bone-breaking force right into Captain Obvious's back. He crumpled against the wall. Claire grabbed the chair in both hands and used it as a shield as Officer Fenton jabbed the taser at her, knocking it aside, and managed to hit him in the gut with at least one of the chair's legs. He stumbled backward.
Travis Lowe cursed and flicked handcuffs onto Jason's wrists. 'Sit your ass down,' he ordered, and pulled his gun. He looked strained and grim, but determined. 'Back up, Fenton. You too, Christine. Turn and face the wall.'
'You can't do this,' Officer Fenton said. 'Trav, if you cross us — '
'I know. You'll get me. I'll try not to pee all over myself in terror.' Lowe nodded to Claire, who was undoing the last of the knots holding the chair to her left hand. 'Put the cuffs on them. I'll cover you.' He tossed her an extra two sets, and she fumbled the unfamiliar weight in her numbed fingers. As she bent to pick them up, Captain Obvious — down, not out — reached over Michael's still body, grabbed her foot, and yanked. Claire cried out and fell, and Captain Obvious dragged her backward.
Lowe spun, aiming his gun, but it was too late. Captain Obvious had a knife, a big, wicked thing, and he put it to Claire's throat, right under her chin. It felt cold, then hot as it pressed into the tender skin. 'Put it down, Jeff,' Lowe barked. He took a threatening step forward. 'I mean it, I will put you down.'
He got tasered in the back. Claire watched him convulse and fall, and felt panic well up inside. They'll kill us now. All three of us. Four, counting Joe Hess, who was being held prisoner somewhere else.
She heard a sharp, loud crack, and a pale strong hand exploded through the boards beside Captain Obvious's head, grabbed him, and pulled. The entire section of boards broke away, and Captain Obvious was yanked backward. Claire felt the knife slide along her neck, but it didn't have any force behind it — he dropped it, flailing for balance, and then he was outside in the bright, dusty sunlight, and there was a dry snapping sound.
Oliver stepped into the shed, dressed in a black leather trenchcoat, a black broad-brimmed hat, and black gloves.
And gave them all a vampire smile.
'Well, that was refreshing,' he asked. He reached down and pulled Michael up to a sitting position next to Claire, then stepped in front of them.
'Could've come sooner,' Michael whispered. He was shaking all over, but he was coming out of his paralysis. Claire hugged him. He fumbled in his pocket, came up with a handkerchief, and pressed it to Claire's neck. She hadn't even realized she was bleeding.
Oliver ignored them, and walked toward the Fentons, who tried to get to the door. He flashed ahead of them with that easy snakelike speed vampires could display when they wanted, and Claire shuddered at the looks on their faces.
They knew what was going to happen to them.
'Don't worry,' Oliver said. 'There'll be a fair trial. Since Samuel didn't die, and you didn't succeed today, you won't burn for what you've done.' He reached for Christine Fenton's wrist, ripped her sleeve, and exposed her silver bracelet. It fit tightly around her wrist, but he slid a finger underneath the metal and it split along an invisible seam. He dropped the bracelet in his pocket, then did the same to Officer Fenton.
The places where their bracelets had been were sickly-pale, and Christine kept rubbing hers, as if the shock of open air on the skin was painful.
'Congratulations,' Oliver said. 'I release you from your contracts.'
And then he grabbed Christine. Claire had a glimpse of his fangs flashing down, silvery and sharp, and then he slammed the woman against the wall of the shed and bit.
Claire hid her face against Michael's chest. He put his hand on her hair and held her there, turned away from the sight of Christine Fenton dying.
She heard the woman's body hit the floor and then Oliver, his voice thick and dark, say, 'Your turn now.'
A sharp, snapping sound, and another body hitting the floor.
When Michael let her go, Claire didn't look at the bodies. She couldn't.
She looked at Oliver, who was staring down at Travis Lowe. The detective was just starting to stir. 'What about this one?' he asked. 'Friend or foe?'
She had the power to kill him, just by telling the truth — that he'd been working with the Fentons and Captain Obvious, even if under duress.
Instead, she said, 'Friend,' and she saw Lowe's eyes close in relief. 'His partner's missing. I think they were holding him somewhere.'
Oliver nodded, clearly not interested, and turned a slow circle. 'There was another one,' he said. 'Where is he?' He pulled in a deep breath, then let it out with disgusted cough. 'Jason.'
Sometime while Oliver had been busy killing the Fentons, Jason had escaped out the door, and Michael hadn't stopped him. Maybe too weak, maybe just worried for Claire. But anyway, Jason was long gone.
'I'll find him,' Oliver said. 'I've been tolerant, so long as he didn't threaten our interests, but enough.' He glanced down at Michael and Claire. 'Go home.' He stalked away, out into the sun, without a backward glance. Three dead bodies, and he didn't even pause.
Travis Lowe managed to pull himself to a sitting position, groaning, and rested his head in his hands. 'I hate tasers.' He looked up and fixed his bloodshot gaze on Claire. 'You're okay? Let me see your throat.'
She moved the handkerchief. There was just a thin smear on the cloth. Her wrist was worse; she tied the cloth around it as a makeshift bandage and thought, I'm going to have to buy Michael some new ones. Though why she would think of that now, she had no idea. Maybe she just wanted to imagine normal life.
Because this definitely wasn't.
Michael stood up and helped Claire to her feet, then Lowe. He pulled keys from his pocket and tossed them to Lowe. 'Pull the car in with the trunk facing the door,' he said. 'Open it and honk when you're ready.'
Lowe nodded and went outside, into the blinding sun. Michael put both hands on Claire's shoulders and looked down at her, then cupped her cheeks in his palms.
'Don't do that again,' he said.
'I didn't do anything. I got a ride from a cop, that was all —'
'Not that,' he said. 'Myrnin. Don't do it again. You can't go back. He'll kill you next time.'
He knew where she'd been. Well, she supposed it hadn't been hard to figure out.
'You shouldn't have come,' she said. 'You knew it was a trap, what are you, crazy?'
