Bitter Blood

Shane shrugged. “You’re not, man. I know you. Anyway, it ain’t the Roys of this thing you have to worry about. You need to talk to the head man.”

“Captain Obvious,” I said. Roy’s face drained of color. “You’re going to tell me where to find him.”

“No way.”

His girlfriend was getting to her feet behind me. I didn’t even look at her, but I grabbed her and pulled her closer, my arm around her neck to hold her still as she struggled. “We’ll start with her,” I said. “And if she’s not important to you, then I’m pretty sure saving your own neck will do the trick. You kicked my wife when she was down, Roy. You’re not that brave.”

“Michael,” Shane said, very quietly.

“Shut up,” I said, and let my fangs come down. “Captain Obvious. Now.”

It took only about a minute for him to give it up, but for me to feel I was done with him, it took four more.

“You have something to say?” I asked Shane. I was in the front now, since it was no longer daylight. He cut his gaze toward me for a second, raised his eyebrows, and shook his head. “Too little or too much?”

“I’m not you, Michael. I don’t know. It’s really too bad about the car, though. That was a really nice car.”

“If it were Claire—”

“It nearly was Claire.” He paused for a moment, then shook his head. “I don’t know. I’d want to kill the little bastard. Hell, I still want to.”

“I could,” I said. “And nobody would say a thing about it. Do you know how scary that is?”

“Yeah,” he said. “And I think it was damn nice of you to just break his arm. But the next vampire, they’d kill somebody for staring at them too long, spilling their coffee, whatever. That’s why it can’t be like this, with every vampire getting some kind of free pass to murder. For every Michael, there are three Jasons. Get me?”

I nodded. I understood that better than he did, probably; I’d been around more vampires over the past year or two than he ever had. “We have to fix things,” I said. “You’re right about that. First Captain Obvious, and then —”

“Then Oliver,” Shane said. “Because that crusty old bastard is getting his way, and if he does for much longer, we’re not going to have a town left. The only way we’re going to survive here is if we make everybody show respect.”

The drive—like every drive inside the city limits—was short, and when we pulled to a halt in front of a plain, everyday house—it was a little weather-beaten, a little run-down—Shane and I sat for a moment, assessing it. “What do you think?” I asked him. He shrugged.

“Looks okay,” he said. “But if Roy wasn’t shining us on, and it is Captain Obvious’s place, he’s going to be prepared for the vampire apocalypse in there. You walk in there all fangs and red eyes, and you’re done.”

“You want me to let you go in by yourself.”

“Seems safer,” Shane said. “After all, I’m the poster child for anti-vamp, right? He’s going to hear me out.”

“Maybe,” I said. “But the point isn’t to talk, Shane. It’s to kick ass and make sure he never comes after Eve again. Or you. Or Claire. If he wants to nail a target on me, fine, I’ve earned it along with the thirst for blood. But there’s a line, and he’s crossed it.”

“I know,” Shane said. “Believe me, I know.”

“No, you don’t. You haven’t seen Eve yet.”

Shane considered that, then nodded, opened his door, and got out. He left the shotgun behind, on the rack behind the seat. “You hear me yell, get in there,” he said. “Otherwise, wait here. Promise me.”

I didn’t, and he didn’t insist on it; after a second’s hesitation, he shook his head and walked up the cracked steps to the front door. He tried the bell, then knocked, and after a few long moments, the curtains in the front window twitched, and the door swung open.

I sat very still, watching. Listening. And, I realized, I wasn’t the only one. There was another vampire in the shadows, almost invisible except for a quick shimmer of red eyes. Vampires had no scent, unless they’d recently fed, and out here in the yard, with all the smells of grass, manure, dirt, wood, metal, there was no chance to detect one that way at all. I wondered who it was. No point in a confrontation, anyway; I needed to focus, in case Shane ended up needing me.

The vampire disappeared just seconds after I noticed his presence.

Shane didn’t yell for help. He opened the front door and gestured; I got out and walked up toward him.

“Take it slow,” he advised me. “Think of it as visiting the Founder’s office. He’s just about as ready to kill you if you put a foot wrong.”

I’d defied the hell out of Amelie already, I thought, but Shane didn’t necessarily need to know that. I walked up to the door and…stopped, because the house had a barrier. Most Morganville houses didn’t, unless they were really old or Founder Houses, but this one was different.

And it was strong.

“Come in,” Shane said, but that didn’t change anything. I was a vampire, and I wasn’t getting inside until the house resident altered the rules.

Enrique Ramos appeared in the hall behind my friend, and stared at me for a moment before he said, “Yeah, come on in.”

I passed a pile of black clothing, a mask, a leather jacket, and paused to look at them. There was also a motorcycle helmet. “Yours?”

“Sure,” he said, and threw me a cold smile. “Everybody saw me in them at the rally.”

“Then you’re not Captain Obvious,” I said.

“Why not?”

“Too obvious.”

And I was right; he was probably one of three or four decoys out there, playing the captain, leading the vampires around on goose chases. This was his house, and a good place to hold a neutral headquarters, since it had been in his family a long time; his mother had moved to a new place and left it to her son, and he’d made it a kind of secured, fortified meeting place.

The war council of Captain Obvious was in session at the dinner table in the kitchen, and as Enrique and Shane walked me in, I realized just how much trouble we were in. There were several of Morganville’s most prominent businessmen at the table, including the owner of the bank, but that wasn’t the issue.

There was a vampire sitting at the Captain Obvious table. Naomi. A blood sister to Amelie, she was a pretty, delicate-seeming vampire who looked all of twenty, if that; she had a gentle manner and sweet smile, and it concealed depths that I hadn’t understood for a long time. She wasn’t just ambitious; she was calculating, backstabbing, and determined to win.

“I thought you were dead,” I told her. I’d been informed she’d been killed by the draug, in the final battle; there’d been a whisper that it wasn’t the draug who’d done it, but Amelie, by proxy, getting rid of a credible rival for leader of Morganville.

Naomi lifted her shoulders in a very French sort of shrug. “I have been before,” she said in that lovely, silvery voice, and laughed a little. “As you know, Michael, I am hard to keep that way.” She sent me a smile that invited me to share the joke, but I didn’t smile back. For all her graces and kind manners, there was an ice-cold core to her that most didn’t ever see. “Sit and be welcome.”

“You’re not Captain Obvious,” I said, and stared at each of the human men at the table in turn. Then I turned to the woman seated across from her. “You are.”

Hannah Moses nodded. Her scarred face was still and quiet, her dark eyes watchful. “I knew you’d be impossible to fool about this. Sit down, Michael.”

I didn’t want to sit down at the Captain Obvious table. I was still angry, yeah, but I was also more than a little bit shocked, and betrayed. Hannah had been a friend. An ally. She’d protected all of us, at one time or another; she was a solid, real person, with a solid set of values.

That made it so, so much worse.