Air hissed through the silence. Tendrils of smoke began to
curl past the window seams, its color sickly, luminous.
Katherine Tanner tugged free one of the two white ash
stakes strapped to her jeans and clenched it tight. On the
opposite side of the room, a little girl slept on,
oblivious to the smoky slivers of evil beginning to slip
past the window. Kat hoped she remained unaware. Remained
asleep and alive.
But if Gwen’s premonition was right—and her grandmother’s
premonitions usually were—this child would be the next to
go missing. They’d done everything they could to prevent
that. They’d nailed the windows shut, had cops patrolling
close by, and warding stones had been placed around the
child’s bed to prevent any form of magic coming close.
But these wards weren’t designed to stop evil itself—and
that’s what was seeping into this room tonight.
Her stomach began to churn. Though she’d spent the last
ten years hunting the rogue elements of the supernatural
community who preyed on humans, she’d never come across
anything that went after kids the way this thing did.
Had never met anything that did to them what this thing
did.
She closed her eyes, fighting tears, trying not to relive
the moment two nights before when they’d stepped into that
old factory and found the body of the second missing four-
year-old. Daniel had been unmarked except for two small
puncture wounds on his neck. Though he’d been drained of
blood, this was not what had caused his death. Only those
gifted with psychic sight would ever see that.
Something had stolen his soul—had ripped it from his body
between the beats of his heart. He’d died quickly but in
pain. Terrible, terrible pain.
She didn’t want to face the thing that could do something
like that. No one in their right mind would. But she had
no choice, simply because right now the Damask Circle’s
resources were stretched to the limits and there was no
one else free to make the trip to Oregon.
She gripped the stake tighter and watched the smoke draw
together. Find shape. Somehow become a scantily clad,
extremely beautiful woman.
Evil came in all shapes and sizes, but for some reason Kat
hadn’t expected it to find the form of such Oriental
perfection. And maybe it was just her own maternal
instincts coming to the fore, but she just couldn’t
understand how any woman could harm a child so young.
But this was the thing snatching the kids. It had the same
sense of deeply entrenched corruption that she’d felt in
the other bedrooms.
The woman stepped toward the child. Kat tensed but fought
the urge to move, sensing the show wasn’t over yet. Her
fingers ached with the force of her grip on the stake. She
had no idea whether it would actually kill the soul sucker
or not, but at the very least it would do some serious
damage and give her time to yell for reinforcements.
A cold smile touched the woman’s bloodless lips, then she
turned and tried to open the window. It didn’t budge, held
steady by the nails placed there earlier. The woman
stepped back, and energy surged, crawling like fire across
Kat’s skin. The nails slithered from the wood and dropped
softly to the floor. The woman lifted the window and
leaned out.
A gaunt, dark-haired figure appeared, and the sensation of
evil increased tenfold. The vampire’s dead gaze scanned
the room, stopping when it reached the shadows in which
Kat stood. Though she was certain he couldn’t see past her
grandmother’s wards, he really didn’t need to. Not with
the frantic pace of her heart.
He snarled softly, revealing stained canines. The soul
sucker spun, and the malevolence in her dark eyes
overwhelmed any lingering impression of beauty. With an
inhuman growl, she leapt for the sleeping child. Kat
raised her hand, thrusting a lance of kinetic energy at
the soul sucker, flinging her away from the bed. The woman
hit the wall with enough force to dent the plaster and
shatter the nearby window. As glass fell to the floor, the
child woke, her shriek almost ear-piercing. Hurried
footsteps began to echo down the hallway, but it was
doubtful the cops would even get here fast enough to see
this thing, let alone catch it.
As the child’s screams continued, the woman’s gaze met
Kat’s. In the dark depths of the creatures eyes she saw
the promise of retribution. A chill chased through her
soul and she shivered.
Then the woman’s form disintegrated, becoming little more
than mist that eddied out the open window. Kat cursed and
ran across the room. The woman had regained shape near the
back fence and though the vampire was nowhere in sight,
the scent of his evil stung the night.
The bedroom door burst open and police poured in. They
called to her to stop, but their voices were almost lost
to the child’s continuing screams. She ignored them and
climbed out, simply because she had no other choice. By
the time she stopped to explain what had happened, the
soul sucker and the vamp would have disappeared. Besides,
she doubted the cops would believe her anyway. The only
person who would understand would probably be scrying
right now, staring into her crystal ball in an effort to
track the creatures and perhaps discover their daytime
hideaway.
Smoke swirled up the wooden fence and disappeared over the
top. Kat scrambled after it and sprinted down the alley,
her footsteps a lone echo in the night. Ahead,
streetlights shimmered and traffic rolled, but it was a
bright world they’d never reach. The creature she chased
wanted seclusion and darkness—at least for the moment.
It turned left into another small alley. She followed,
leaping the rubbish and battered trash cans strewn across
her path. She was tempted to shift shape and hit the night
sky in her raven form, but she didn’t dare risk it with
the stakes she carried. And she wasn’t about to leave them
behind—not when the vampire still lurked.
They ran past one of the gates leading into the old
factory. Metal creaked, as if stirred by a wind that
didn’t exist. Another chill ran down her spine. The
vampire was out there, pacing her. Watching her.
If he was the soul sucker’s partner, why didn’t he attack?
The smudge of vapor continued on, moving toward a squat
looking building at the end of the alley. Kat slowed and
half wished she’d brought a flashlight. The moon above was
almost full, yet its light struggled to touch the shadows
lining the small alley. Though her night sight was
generally better than a human’s, even she would struggle
to see through the pitch blackness inside that warehouse.
The soul sucker wrapped itself around a window and
disappeared. Kat stopped and scanned the outside of the
building. It was a two story brick construction, though
the color of the bricks had long been lost to thick layers
of dirt and graffiti. Most of the windows on the lower
floor had been boarded up, and the upper ones were all
smashed. There was a small door to her right. The thick
chains that had locked it were shattered.
An invitation, if ever she saw one. But an invitation to
what? Was she walking into a trap, or had she merely found
the most recent hiding spot of these two?
The pounding of boots against concrete reached across the
night—probably the cops coming after her. But as much as
it would have felt safer having them accompany her into
the warehouse, she didn’t dare take the risk. The vampire
could take out a dozen cops in the blink of an eye. Even
she was no certainty against him, despite her experience
and psychic senses. Especially with that other thing
wandering around.
She flipped the stake in her hand then walked across to
the entrance. Raising her fingers, she sent a sliver of
kinetic energy at the door and pushed it open. It didn’t
creak. Didn’t make any sound at all, not even the chains
that swung gently back and forth.
Unease stirred anew. She stepped to one side and studied
the darkness. Though the moon caressed the outer wall with
light, no brightness shone through the doorway. It was as
if a blanket of night hung over the entrance, sucking in
all light.
She stepped inside. Nothing stirred the blackness except
the wild beat of her heart. Yet she wasn’t alone. The
vampire and the soul sucker were both here—along with
someone new. Another shapeshifter.
Two was tempting fate. Three was inviting a trip to the
nearest morgue. But she couldn’t retreat. Not when the
image of little Daniel Baker rose in her mind like an
accusation.
She edged forward. The farther she moved into the
warehouse, the heavier the air became. The scents of age
and rotting rubbish mingled with the ripe aroma of evil,
turning her stomach and making it difficult to breathe. It
didn’t help breathing through her mouth, either. The air
tasted as flavorsome as it smelled.
Her foot hit something solid, and metal rattled across the
concrete floor, the noise pealing like a bell through the
silence. She cursed under her breath, but the night seemed
to amplify her words and echo them across emptiness.
Laughter answered, deep but feminine.
She hesitated, her gaze sweeping the night. The soul
sucker wasn’t running any more. It was out there, watching
Kat struggle through the ink. Waiting for the slightest
mistake to be made.
Despite the chill in the air, sweat trickled down her
back. A white ash stake suddenly seemed woefully
inadequate as a weapon against the creatures that waited
ahead.
Her fingertips touched a wall. It was wet, slimy, even
though there didn’t appear to be any water running down
its surface. She skated her hand across it, using it as a
guide as she moved deeper into the darkness. Concrete
eventually gave way to metal—a staircase, leading down
into a deeper gloom.
Down to where they waited.
God, she so didn’t want to go down there. Didn’t want to
confront these things. In ten years of fighting evil,
she’d never been this scared, and she’d faced some pretty
foul beings over that time. But none of them had the power
to suck her essence from her body and totally destroy all
that she was, all that she could be, both now and in
future reincarnations.
Once again the image of Daniel rose, and she took a
shuddering breath. He would have been just as scared. And
he’d certainly deserved more than four years of life.
While Gran and she had been placed on the trail of these
things too late to save him and the other two kids, they
were here in Springfield, Oregon now. They had a chance
stop them.
All she had to do was go down into that darkness.
She took another deep breath then felt for the edge of the
step with her toes. She kept hold of the banister for
guidance and repeated the process, moving down slowly.
The chill in the air grew until it felt like she was
breathing ice. Her fingers were so cold they ached and
despite the fact she’d put on extra thick socks, her toes
felt numb.
Or maybe it was just fear, paralyzing her from the
extremities up.
She reached the bottom and stopped. Nothing moved. Her
breathing rattled across the silence, and the wild beat of
her heart echoed in time. The vampire and the soul sucker
stood to her left. The shapeshifter was more distant and
around to her right. There was no sense of evil coming
from his direction, just wave after wave of anger and
hostility. It didn’t seem to be aimed at her, or even the
duo she chased. It seemed to be aimed at the world in
general.
And it was odd she was getting such a strong impression of
a man she hadn’t even met.
Evil stirred, splitting up as it moved forward. She backed
away until she hit a wall, her grip on the stake so fierce
her knuckles damn near glowed.
Air rushed at her from the left. She slashed the stake
across the night, felt the slight resistance as the sharp
point tore into flesh. The vampire howled but didn’t stop.
She dove out of his way, hit the concrete with a grunt and
rolled back to her feet. Tendrils of softly glowing smoke
reached for her. She hit it with kinetic energy,
momentarily fragmenting it.
The darkness stirred then lashed out, connecting hard. The
force of the blow against her chin sent her sprawling
backwards. Her back hit the floor, and her breath left in
a whoosh of air. For a moment, stars danced.
Then, the weight of another hit her, pinning her in place.
Though gasping for breath and fighting the blackness
invading her mind, she still heard the vampire’s snarl.
She looked up in time to see the shadows unravel around
him. His dead brown eyes were inches from hers, and his
teeth were extending, dripping blood in expectation of a
feed. Tendrils of smoke gathered above him, pulsing red.
Excitement, she thought. Need.
With as much force as she could muster, she smacked the
heel of her palm into the vamp’s nose. At the same time,
she sent a surge of kinetic energy at the vapor, again
tearing it apart.
"Bitch." The vampire’s voice was hoarse, his breath full
of dead things.
"Bite me," she said and yelped when the bastard did. She
stabbed the stake into his side, using kinetic energy to
force it deep.
Blue fire flickered, and the smell of burning flesh rent
the night. The vampire howled and slashed at her, not with
his teeth but with hands as sharp as nails. They tore
across her face, and she cursed him fluently. Kinetic
energy surged, again but before she could release her
weapon, the vampire was torn from her.
"You all right?"
The voice was rich, husky, and called forth fantasies of
long nights and silk sheets. She blinked, wondering where
the hell her mind was. "Yeah."
A hand appeared in front of her eyes. "Then get the hell
up, because that thing is coming back."
The shifter’s fingers were a furnace compared to hers, and
he pulled her up with an ease that spoke of strength. He
was a warm, solid presence she could feel but not see. A
man whose emotions she could taste as easily as she tasted
the evil of the other two.
And she had no idea why. Empathy with the living was not
one of her talents.
"Thanks." She pulled her hand from his, and the emotive
swirl died a little. But his hostility lingered, mixed
with some deeper emotion she couldn’t quite define. Yet it
stirred her senses. Made her pulse race.
"Get out of here," he said. "This place is too dangerous
for a woman. I’ll keep it occupied."
"It’s not alone," she retorted. "And this place is just as
dangerous for a man who has no idea what he’s up against."
"Listen lady—"
"No."
Tendrils of smoke formed behind the shifter’s solid
presence, ready to caress and kill. She hit the soul
sucker kinetically, dissipating it yet again, then was
flung sideways by the shifter.
She flailed her arms, battling to keep her balance. Heard
a grunt as the shifter was hit by the vampire. Blue fire
flickered across the deep darkness, evidence that the
stake was still buried deep in the vampire’s flesh. So why
didn’t he damn well die, like all bad little vampires
should?
She dragged free the second stake and clenched it tight.
The two men were slugging it out, the shifter apparently
giving as good as he got. She wondered if he had any idea
it was a vampire he fought—and that the only reason he
could even hit the vampire was the stake holding him in
human form.
She shifted her weight from one foot to the other and
fought the need to move. She didn’t dare attack until the
shifter was clear. The stake she held was just as deadly
to him as the vampire, and the slightest mistake could
prove costly.
The mist began forming again. She swore and slashed it
with the stake. The air howled, an inhuman sound that sent
a chill down her spine. The vapor disappeared, and the
sense of old evil retreated, flowing up the stairs and out
the door.
If she didn’t follow it, she’d lose it. But she couldn’t
leave the shifter here alone, either. Not when he appeared
to have no idea what it was he faced.
"Back off, shifter, and let me at it," she said.
"Like . . . hell." His words were punctured with the smack
of flesh against flesh.
"Hitting it is not going to damage it." Exasperation edged
her voice. If she lost the soul sucker’s trail because of
this man’s stubbornness . . .
"He’s injured. Bleeding."
"And already dead," the vampire snarled. "As you and the
bitch will be by the time I’m finished with you both."
"As I said to the lady, like hell."
His words were emphasized by a grunt of effort and another
smack of flesh. The vampire made an odd sound deep in his
throat and staggered backwards. It was the break she’d
been waiting for. She reached deep, drawing on all her
remaining kinetic strength, and flung the shapeshifter
back—far back, across the warehouse. Surprise whisked
around her a moment before he smacked against the wall,
then all emotion died. Hit his head. At least she didn’t
have to worry about him getting in the way.
She raised the stake and ran at the vampire. He snarled
and tried to dodge, but his quicksilver movements were
slowing, and he was nowhere near fast enough. She drove
the stake through his chest into his black heart, then
leapt sideways as he lashed at her with clawed hands. His
fingers slithered down her leg, tearing through her jeans
and into flesh. She cursed and kicked him, shoving him
backwards.
He hit the ground with a splat and didn’t do anything more
than writhe. Blue fire encased his torso, and the smell of
burning meat churned her stomach. She climbed to her feet,
brushed the dirt from her hands and watched the vampire
incinerate. She felt no elation at her victory. Couldn’t.
Not when there was one more horror still running free.
When there was nothing left but ash, she turned and ran
for the stairs. The shifter was safe enough now that the
vampire was dead, and with any luck, Gran and she would be
well gone by the time he woke. Because if the hostility
he’d projected was anything to go by, it wouldn’t be
pleasant to be within a ten-mile radius of the man when he
eventually stirred. Especially after she’d knocked him
cold.
The moonlight seemed abnormally bright after the shuttered
darkness within the warehouse. She blinked and hesitated,
searching for some sign of the soul sucker. Evil was a
distant echo moving away fast.
She shifted shape and flew down the alley, skimming past
the cops who raced toward the warehouse. This time the
creature headed for the main street. Perhaps it hoped the
noise and motion might loosen any psychic hold she had on
it, which was a definite possibility after all she’d been
through tonight.
The bitterness of the night chilled the moisture dripping
down her leg. Each breath was a puff of white that hung in
the air, oddly resembling the thing she chased. Goose
bumps fled across her skin. Perhaps a premonition of what
might be if she wasn’t very careful over the next few days.
The soul sucker hit the street, its ethereal form getting
lost in the warm glow of lights. It whisked away to the
right, and the psychic leash she had on it snapped with a
suddenness that had her plummeting to the ground.
She hit with a grunt, then shifted shape and rolled onto
her back, staring up at the moon.
She’d lost the damn thing.