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I thought about that and answered truthfully. “Sometimes.”

She shook her head. “I thought I knew what I wanted. What I was going to do for all eternity. Now I don’t know anything. I feel so…lost.” Tears trailed out of her wide eyes.

I put my arm across her shoulders, and she leaned into me, clinging to me with her small, carefully painted hands. She cried soundlessly, only the shakiness of her breathing betraying her.

I held her and let her cry. If I took the nice firemen down into the darkness and six newly dead vampires rose as revenants, either the firemen were dead or I’d be forced to kill the vampires. Either way, not a win-win situation.

We needed to find out if the vamps were alive, needed some control over them. If the council was causing the problems, maybe they could help fix it. When big bad vampires come to town to kill me, I don’t generally turn to them for help. But we were trying to save vampire lives here, not just human. Maybe they’d help. Maybe they wouldn’t, but it couldn’t hurt to ask. All right, it could hurt to ask, and probably would.

43

EVEN OVER THE phone, I could tell Jean-Claude was shocked at my idea of turning to the council for help. Call it a guess. He was literally speechless. It was nearly a first.

“Why not ask for their help?”

“They are the council, ma petite,” he said, voice almost breathy with emotion.

“Exactly,” I said. “They are the leaders of your people. Leadership doesn’t just mean privileges. It has a price tag.”

“Tell that to your politicians in Washington in their three-thousand-dollar suits,” he said.

“I didn’t say that we did any better. That’s beside the point. They’ve helped make this problem. They can, by God, help fix it.” I had a bad thought. “Unless they’re doing it on purpose,” I said.

He gave a long sigh. “No, ma petite, it is not on purpose. I did not realize that it was happening to the others.”

“Why isn’t it happening to our vampires?”

I think he laughed. “Our vampires, ma petite?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yes, ma petite, I know what you mean. I have been protecting our people.”

“Don’t take this wrong, but I’m surprised you had the juice to keep the council from messing with your people.”

“In truth, ma petite, so am I.”

“So you’re more powerful than Malcolm now?”

“It would appear so,” he said quietly.

I thought about that for a minute. “But why the early rising? Why the increased hunger? Why would the council want that to be happening?”

“They do not want it, ma petite. It is merely a side effect of their proximity.”

“Explain,” I said.

“Their very presence will give unprotected vampires extra power: early rising, perhaps other gifts. The more voracious appetite and lack of control of the younger ones could mean that the council has decided not to feed while in my territory. I know the Traveler can take energy through lesser vampires without possessing them.”

“So he takes part of the blood they drink?”

“Oui, ma petite.”

“Are the others feeding?” I asked.

“If all of the Church’s members are experiencing this difficulty, I would think not. I think the Traveler has found a way to drain energy for all of them, though I cannot imagine Yvette going for even a night without causing pain to someone.”

“She has Warrick to pick on.” The moment I said it, I realized I hadn’t had a chance to tell Jean-Claude about Warrick’s little daytime excursion, or his warning. Jean-Claude had woken from his sleep while I was at the hospital surrounded by wereanimals. Since then I’d been moving from one emergency to another.

“Warrick came to visit me while you were out for the day,” I said.

“What do you mean, ma petite?”

I told him. All of it.

He was silent. Only his soft breathing let me know he was still there. Finally, he spoke. “I knew that Yvette gained power through her master, but I did not realize he was dampening Warrick’s abilities.” He laughed suddenly. “Perhaps that is why I did not realize I was a master vampire while I was with the council that first time. Perhaps my master, too, was preventing my powers from blossoming.