The doctor approached us, his hands held high to show that he was no threat. He stared at Nathaniel in fascination. That fascination was almost as frightening as terror. The doctor looked like he wanted to whisk Nathaniel away and get the angel under a microscope as soon as possible.
“Do not approach any further,” Nathaniel said, the old arrogance in his voice.
The doctor stopped walking, dropped his hands to his side. “Who…who are you?”
“That’s not what you want to know,” I said, moving a little so that the doctor could see me. My voice was hard. Nathaniel wasn’t my favorite person, but I didn’t want anybody getting ideas about turning him into a lab rat. “You want to know
“Yes,” the doctor said, barely giving me a glance.
“It’s none of your damned business,” I said, and stunned him right between the eyes. The doctor crumpled to the floor.
“I did not detect any threat from him,” Nathaniel said.
“I did,” I said grimly. “Come on, let’s check this floor for the pix before someone finds us standing over two bodies.”
“No,” Nathaniel said. “Let us wait.”
“Why? Do you want to pick a fight with another security guard?”
“You want to capture the demon, yes?”
“Of course.”
“The smell of the newly dead is irresistible to a pix,” Nathaniel said, gesturing to the guard’s body.
“Don’t tell me you killed the guard to attract the pix,” I said, disgusted.
“I told you, I killed the guard because he shot you,” Nathaniel said impatiently. “Think of this as an added bonus, as you would say.”
“That right there is the difference between you and me,” I said. “I can’t think of anyone’s death in terms of a ‘bonus.’”
“The world is changing,” Nathaniel said. “You may find soon that our perspectives are not so far apart.”
He dropped a cloak over the two of us, and we settled back to wait.
We didn’t have to wait long. A set of long fingers curled over the flaps of the air vents, and a moment later a vent popped free. The pix’s gelatinous blue body slithered from the air ducts.
“Told you they were in the air ducts,” I murmured.
Nathaniel moved his hand to shush me, but the pix hadn’t noticed us in the least. Every part of the demon focused on the body on the floor, every bit of it straining for what it wanted.
There were no marks on the demon from the nightfire blast I’d shot at it earlier. That combined with the ease with which it had leapt away from my magic told me that no simple spell would take this thing down.
The pix bounded atop the guard, making little clicking noises that sounded like glee. It buried its face in the guard’s chest, and I heard a slurping sound.
Nathaniel tensed beside me, a sign that he was readying a spell. I decided to follow his lead since he knew more about the pix than I did. Then the doctor stirred, and the pix lifted its head.
Nathaniel let loose his magic just as the pix leapt toward the doctor. The spell caught the demon behind its back leg, far off the kill shot that Nathaniel had no doubt intended. The blast was enough to knock the creature off its course, but now it was alerted to our presence.
It jumped for the ceiling, skittering along upside down like a bug, seemingly unhampered by its injury. Nathaniel’s spell had taken a big chunk of flesh out of the pix’s leg, and little drops of a jelly-like substance dripped from the wound.
I swore aloud, blasting electricity at the nasty thing. As with Nathaniel, my spell caught only a little of the demon. The electricity also didn’t slow it down a bit, even though I could smell barbecued demon in the air.
I ran down the hall after the demon, which was wickedly quick. The doctor reached out and grabbed my ankle as I went by.
The sudden halt in my momentum made me stumble, and my second blast went wild, spraying electricity into the wall. Smoke rose in the air, setting off the hallway sprinklers. The pix disappeared at the other end of the hall.
“Dammit, dammit, dammit!” I said, stomping down on the doctor’s fingers with my other boot. The doc howled and released my ankle, and I took off down the hall after the pix, Nathaniel close behind me.
“I thought we were not harming innocents?” he murmured.
“Just stay focused on the task at hand,” I snapped.
Nathaniel chuckled quietly.
The demon, of course, was gone when we reached the end of the hallway. The sprinklers had obliterated any trail of goo that the pix might have left behind.
I stopped in front of a bank of elevators, staring at Nathaniel with a mixture of annoyance and hopelessness, water pouring over us.
“This is so freaking irritating,” I said. “Why can I take down a Grigori, a shapeshifter, and a nephilim on my own, but you and I together can’t defeat one scavenger demon?”
“The difference is that the others wanted to defeat you, so they stood and fought. The pix wants to survive, so it is not foolish enough to face two creatures that it knows very well are more powerful than it is.”
“Don’t try to be logical,” I said. “I’m ready to say to hell with it and go home.”
“You are?” Nathaniel asked, tilting his head curiously.
“Well, no,” I admitted. “At this point I just want to kill the stupid thing out of spite.”
Then we heard a sound like a muffled explosion, and the building trembled beneath our feet.
“What was that?” I asked, my eyes wide.
We ran to the windows, but what we could see of the streets below did not appear any different than it had been when we arrived earlier.
“Perhaps there is a television we can check,” Nathaniel said.
“There will definitely be one in a patient’s room,” I said.
We peeked into a room and found it empty. I wondered why more patients hadn’t come rushing to their doors when they heard the ruckus in the hallway. I supposed it meant that most of them were unable to get out of bed without assistance, and that probably meant almost everyone on the floor was elderly, terminally ill, or both. The thought made me very grim. If the vampires got into the building, these people had no chance at all.
It was also more than a little strange that the hospital staff hadn’t rushed to the floor. Strange, and probably ominous. It meant there was something going on that was more pressing than a smoke alarm on a patient floor.
Nathaniel found a remote and turned the television on. A daytime talk show was running, the host interviewing the starlet of the moment. He flipped through the channels—cartoons, reality TV, sports highlights.
It seemed wrong that the rest of the world would go on as normal when it felt like we were in the middle of an apocalypse. But most programming was broadcast out of New York, and the stations wouldn’t interrupt their regular schedule even if the world was coming to an end.
“Find a twenty-four-hour news network,” I said. “Or a local channel. They probably can’t get enough of this story.”
The twenty-four-hour networks would be making hay out of this for weeks. There’s nothing a news channel likes better than a major tragedy and a big pile of bodies to go with it.
Nathaniel continued cycling through the channels. “Why do humans need so many useless programs?”
“That’s a question I’ve been asking for years,” I said. “You should ask Beezle. This is his favorite time of day, programming-wise.”
“Yes, I am familiar with the gargoyle’s junk TV obsession,” Nathaniel said dryly.
“What did he make you watch?”
“
I snorted. “You got off easy. You should see some of the other garbage he watches.”
“No, thank you,” he replied, and then we both went silent as he finally found a channel with the words BREAKING NEWS in the top corner.
