Circus of the Damned - Laurell K. Hamilton [123]
Something hit me in the back, slamming me to the ground. Alejandro was suddenly on my back, one hand in my hair, bending my neck backwards.
“Put down the machine gun or I’ll break her neck.”
“Shoot him!” I screamed.
But Edward threw the machine gun on the floor. Dammit. He got out a pistol and took careful aim. Alejandro’s body jerked, then he laughed. “You can’t kill me with silver bullets.”
He put a knee in my back to hold me down; then a knife flashed in his hand.
“No,” Richard said, “he won’t kill her.”
“I’ll slit her throat if you interfere, but if you leave us alone, I won’t harm her.”
“Edward, kill him!”
A vampire jumped Edward, riding him to the ground. Richard tried to pull her off him, but a tiny vampire leaped on his back. It was the woman and the little boy from that first night.
“Now that your friends are busy, we will finish our business.”
“NO!”
The knife just nicked the surface, sharp, painful, but such a little cut. He leaned over me. “It won’t hurt, I promise.”
I screamed.
His lips touched the cut, locked on it, sucking. He was wrong. It did hurt. Then the smell of flowers surrounded me. I was drowning in perfume. I couldn’t see. The world was warm and sweet-scented.
When I could see again, think again, I was lying on my back, staring up at the tent roof. Arms drew me upward, cradled me. Alejandro held me close. He’d cut a line of blood on his chest, just above the nipple. “Drink.”
I put my hands flat against him, fighting him. His hand squeezed the back of my neck, forcing me closer to the wound.
“NO!”
I drew the other knife and plunged it into his chest, searching for the heart. He grunted and grabbed my hand, squeezed until I dropped the knife. “Silver is not the way. I am past silver.”
He pushed my face towards the wound, and I couldn’t fight him. I just wasn’t strong enough. He could have crushed my skull in one hand, but all he did was press my face to the cut on his chest.
I struggled, but he kept my mouth pressed to the wound. The blood was salty sweet, vaguely metallic. It was only blood.
“Anita!” Jean-Claude screamed my name. I wasn’t sure if it was aloud or in my head.
“Blood of my blood, flesh of my flesh, the two shall be as one. One flesh, one blood, one soul.” Somewhere deep inside me, something broke. I could feel it. A wave of liquid warmth rushed up and over me. My skin danced with it. My fingertips tingled. My spine spasmed, and I jerked upright. Strong arms caught me, held me, rocked me.
A hand smoothed my hair from my face. I opened my eyes to see Alejandro. I wasn’t afraid of him anymore. I was calm and floating.
“Anita?” It was Edward. I turned towards the sound, slowly.
“Edward.”
“What did he do to you?”
I tried to think how to explain it, but my mind wouldn’t bring up the words. I sat up, pushing gently away from Alejandro.
There was a pile of dead vampires around Edward’s feet. Maybe silver didn’t hurt Alejandro, but it had hurt his people.
“We will make more,” Alejandro said. “Can you not read this in my mind?”
And I could, now that I thought about it, but it wasn’t like telepathy. Not words. I—knew he was thinking about the power I’d just given him. He felt no regret about the vampires that had died.
The crowd screamed.
Alejandro looked up. I followed his gaze. Jean-Claude was on his knees, blood pouring down his side. Alejandro envied Oliver the ability to draw blood from a distance. When I became Alejandro’s servant, Jean-Claude had been weakened. Oliver had him.
That had been the plan all along.
Alejandro held me close, and I didn’t try to stop him. He whispered against my cheek, “You are a necromancer, Anita. You have power over the dead. That is why Jean-Claude wanted you as his servant. Oliver thinks to control you through controlling me, but I know that you are a necromancer. Even as a servant, you have free