backup knife in his boot. He handed his short-sword to Beami. Wordlessly she accepted it and nodded, before turning to the corner, to her leather satchel full of relics.
There was an immense thud.
'The door of the building,' Beami gasped.
'Whatever it is, it's trying to get in,' Lupus confirmed. 'Shit.'
The door was struck again, and she heard it give way.
Beami pulled out a set of Logi chains from her satchel, and began to swirl the ultra-light metal artefact around until it began to emit light, and soon she was carving out shapes that separated from nothingness, bordered with a bright lilac light at first, but then becoming more solid.
A lumbering noise approaching up the stairs.
Lupus nocked an arrow and aimed it at the doorway, stepping instinctively in front of Beami.
Oh, please. Men!
Something threw its full weight against the door, making the wood shudder, and immediately it tried again, sending a thick splinter to cough back and rattle around their feet. Through the gap exposed, something with fur could be seen moving.
Lupus loosed an arrow.
It screamed – no, howled. He nocked another, fired, nocked again, fired and eventually whatever it was moved away, leaving a deep silence.
Then the door burst completely as the creature came exploding through it, and three grotesque heads were biting at everything, saliva slopping to the floor in pools. Blood seeped from the arrow wounds, but they didn't seem to impede the thing's movements.
'Get out of the way,' Beami ordered, but Lupus ignored her.
He drew his blade and assumed a fighting stance, crouching and ready, relaxing back his vision to concentrate on all three heads, and when two of them attacked simultaneously he sliced his weapon horizontally, cutting one in the cheek, then ducked beneath the other set of jaws and punched one of the creature's throats. It reeled back, winded.
Using the Logi, Beami whipped and cracked three bright liquid-lines out to one side of Lupus, where they slapped into the monster repeatedly, leaving a staggered row of burning light-scars in its hide.
The floorboards almost buckled as it collapsed on them, dust motes drifting around it. There was now an overwhelming stillness.
'I think I'm going to lose my deposit on this place,' Beami said eventually.
Lupus stared breathlessly at his lover, at the thin metal rods in each of her hands, and the two trailing chains that had now lost their light. 'What the hell did you do to it?'
'These things shoot concentrated energy, distilled elements – a bit like lightning. I just stunned the brute, that's all.'
'Couldn't you put enough whatever energy in it to kill the damn thing?'
'No, it came after us specifically, so I wanted to get a better look at it. You can slash its throats afterwards if you want. Anyway, do it outside. I've only just got everything unpacked here and I'm pissed off that I already need to clean up.'
Together they extended the heap of fallen body out till it nearly covered the length of the room. The light-line wounds were still glowing, between the parted fur, and there was a stench of burnt flesh as if it had been branded with a red-hot iron. This was clearly some form of dog, although Beami observed that no cultist had produced this. It was too perfect a specimen – cultists could only splice, creating awkward and macabre hybrids. She felt sorry for it, realizing it wasn't its fault that it had been sent here to hunt them down. The thing began to regain consciousness slowly, and Lupus was forced to kill it.
With all three of its throats slit, it bled slowly to death.
*
And in a distant, unremarkable house, far from the scene of the carnage, an old woman sat staring at her runes, screeching a torrent of abuse against the beast's destroyers.
'Fat lot of good your magic is, if the damn thing's dead,' Malum complained.
'She is evil, with her relics!'
'I suppose I'll get the lads to hunt her down after all, if there's no quicker option.'
'How will you know where to find her? Magic is the best-'
'You've tried and failed, so leave this to my lot.'
'You didn't see what I saw, through its eyes!'
'And what, dare I ask, did you see?' As if it could possibly be anything either natural or sane.
'Another man. A soldier. You have seen him, maybe? One of the Night Guard.'
He stormed out of the room. Fuck this, it was bad enough being abandoned by your wife, but to find she was running around with another man… He had never felt so humiliated. They both had to die, immediately.
He grabbed the relic he'd given to the witch, determined to sell all Beami's crap in the market tomorrow.
'He looks like a wolf!' the witch wailed after him, as he strode out into the cold. Her words followed him down the street, either as an echo, or in his head, he couldn't tell which.
But on his way back, he did something unexpected. With the relic – that extension of Beami – in his hands, he meandered along the lanes where he had once gone walking with her. He headed past the boarded-up stores where he had bought her presents, past bars and bistros where they had shared intimate conversations. Whenever one of his gang members approached, he ignored them, keeping his head down and his hands in his pockets, and tried to identify the moment where he had let things reach the point of no return.
Most of all he was bothered at why he had become so concerned over someone else. How was it that he, a leader of men, a half-vampyr, who could get anything he wanted, now found himself with his wife walking out of his life, and with only emptiness in her place?
Tonight he was a hollow man.
T HIRTY-SIX
Jeryd drank tea, chatted with the waitress as she came to the end of her shift, but mostly he made some ephemeral notes that quickly became doodles. He watched her talking to another old rumel, and wondered if this was all she ever had to do, and if it got boring.
He sat waiting at a table by the window of the bistro, biding his time and thinking about all the things he had seen so far in this intense city.
The street door opened, a little bell rang, and Jeryd peeked up, still fractionally on edge. As if a giant spider would come waltzing in through the front door…
Bellis, Abaris and Ramon strolled in. 'Come along with us, Jeryd,' Bellis called out. 'Tonight, we converse in higher places.'
'Don't you fancy a drink?'
Bellis patted the inside of her tweeds. 'My own supply. But something warming first, to help it along my system, would be delightful.'
*
Up on the flat roof, Jeryd handed over his gift of maps one by one in the darkness, so Ramon and Abaris had to tilt them this way and that to catch some of the dim light from one of the street lamps below. They whispered swift and private matters, which merely heightened Jeryd's curiosity as to what hell they were up to in this city. After some curt discussion, each map was pocketed.
The completion of the exchange prompted Bellis into motion, and she bounded forward keenly to produce her relic. 'Now then, what we have here is a wonderful device designed to attract spiders.'
'That it?' If Jeryd was being honest, it didn't look like much, merely a narrow obsidian rod with a glowing bulb at the top. It seemed even less impressive given that the weather had turned even more sour, and he was freezing.
