Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter Colletion_ Books 6-10 - Laurell K. Hamilton [274]
Vivian gave a small moan, blinking her one good eye open. “It’s all right,” I soothed. “It’s all right.” I sat there holding her, half rocking her, with my butt in the flowers and my feet almost straight out in front of me. I’d managed to keep my feet through vampires, shapeshifters, human servants, and arsonists, but a pair of high heels had set me back on my ass. Vanity, thy name is woman. Though whoever wrote that had never seen an issue of GQ.
A tiger swallowtail nearly as big as my outstretched hand fluttered near my face. It was pale yellow with sharp brown stripes on its wings. It hovered over Vivian, then finally settled on my hand. Butterflies will lick the sweat from your skin for the salt, but usually you have to hold still for it. If you move, they float away. This insect seemed determined. Its proboscis is not much thicker than a straight pin, a long curved tube, but you can feel it like a tickling line.
It was maybe the third time in my life that I’d had a butterfly feed off my skin. I didn’t try to chase it away. It was cool. Its wings pulsed up and down very slowly as it fed, its tiny feet almost weightless against my hand.
Cherry walked out the door, eyes widening when she saw me. “Are you hurt?”
I shook my head, still careful not to scare away the butterfly. “Just can’t get the leverage to get back up.”
Cherry knelt by us, and the butterfly glided away. She watched it for a moment. “I’ve never seen a butterfly do that.”
“It was after the salt in my skin. Butterflies will feed on dogshit or spoiled fruit, too,” I said.
Cherry made a face. “Thanks for ruining another idyllic image.” She took Vivian out of my arms, wobbling on one knee. Vivian moaned in her arms as Cherry stood, trying to get the balance of it all. Lifting isn’t just strength. It’s balance, and an unconscious body is not the best thing for balance. “You need a hand up?” she asked.
I shook my head, getting to my knees.
Cherry took me at my word and just walked towards the house. She was smarter than I’d first thought. Of course, if I’d spent the night in Padma’s tender care, maybe I wouldn’t have made a good first impression either.
I was trying to fluff up the crushed flowers when the butterfly came fluttering back. With it hovering around my face I felt the first prickling brush of power. If it had been dark, I’d have said “vampire,” but it was broad daylight.
I stood up and slipped the Browning out of the coat pocket. The bright yellow-and-brown insect batted at my face with paper-thin wings. What had been fun a moment before was suddenly ominous. For the first time in my life I brushed a butterfly away as if it had been something loathsome. And maybe it was.
I am not implying that the butterfly was literally a vampire. They couldn’t shapechange, not to my knowledge. Of course, they couldn’t be out in full daylight either. They were the council. Did I really know what they were capable of?
The butterfly floated away from me towards the woods on the far side of the driveway. It fluttered back and forth, back and forth, like it was waiting for me. I shook my head. I felt silly holding the gun with just the butterfly there by the woods. But something else was out there. I stood in the summer heat, feeling the sun beat down on the top of my head. I should have been safe. At least from vampires. It wasn’t fair that they changed the rules.
I was about to go into the house and yell for backup, when I saw a figure. Tall with a thick hooded cloak pulled around him. Even with the cloak I knew it was a him. Shoulders that broad and