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Authors: Claudia Gray

Afterlife

Chapter One

 

“SUNRISE IS COMING,” BALTHAZAR SAID.

Those were the first words anyone had spoken aloud in hours.
Although I didn’t want to hear anything Balthazar had to say — about this or anything
else — I knew he was right. Vampires could always feel the approaching dawn
deep in their bones.

Could Lucas feel it, too
?

We sat in the projection room of an abandoned theater, where
the poster-covered walls still bore marks from last night’s battle. Vic, the
only human in the room, dozed on Ranulf’s shoulder, his sandy hair mussed from
sleep; Ranulf sat quietly, bloodstained ax across his lap as though he expected
more danger at any second. His long, thin face and bowl haircut had never made
him look more like a medieval saint. Balthazar stood in the far corner of the
room, keeping his distance out of respect for my grief. Yet his height and his
broad shoulders meant he took up more than his share of room.

I cradled Lucas’s head in my lap. Had I been alive, or a
vampire, so many hours without moving would have made me stiff. As a ghost,
though, freed of the demands of a physical body, I’d been able to hold him
through the whole long night of his death. I brushed back my long red hair,
trying not to notice that the ends had trailed in Lucas’s blood.

Charity had murdered him in front of my eyes, taking
advantage of Lucas’s desire to protect me rather than himself. It was her
latest and most horrible attempt to hurt me, driven by her hatred for anybody
who mattered to Balthazar, her brother and sire. She’d violated a vampire taboo
by biting someone another vampire had bitten first — who had, in effect, been
prepared for the transformation from living to undead. Lucas was supposedly
mine to turn, or no one’s. But Charity hadn’t cared about any taboos in a long
time. She didn’t care about anyone or anything except her twisted relationship
with Balthazar.

Wherever she was now, she was no doubt reveling in the fact
that she’d broken my heart, and that she’d thrust Lucas into the very last
place he would ever want to be.

I’d rather be dead, Lucas had always said. When I was alive
and so much more innocent, I had dreamed of him becoming a vampire with me. But
he had been raised by the hunters of Black Cross, who loathed the undead and
pursued them with the passion of a cult. Turning into a vampire had always been
his ultimate nightmare.

Now that nightmare had come true. “How long?” I said.

“Minutes.” Balthazar took one step forward, saw the
expression on my face, and came no closer. “Vic should go.”

“What’s happening?” Vic’s voice was scratchy with sleep. He
pushed himself upright, and his expression shifted from confusion to horror as
he looked at Lucas’s body, bloody and pale on the floor. “Oh! — for a sec, I
thought I’d just had a nightmare or something. But this — it’s real.”

Balthazar shook his head. “I’m sorry, Vic, but you need to
leave.”

I realized what Balthazar meant. My parents, who had always
wanted me to follow in their footsteps, had told me about the first hours of
the transition. When Lucas rose as a vampire, he would want fresh blood — want
it desperately, as much as he could get. In the first frenzy of awakening, his
hunger could push every other thought out of his mind.

He’d be hungry enough to kill.

Vic didn’t know any of that.

“Come on, Balthazar. I’ve gone this far with you guys. I don’t
want to leave Lucas now.”

“Balthazar is correct,” Ranulf said. “It is safer that you
leave.”

“What do you mean, safer?”

“Vic, go,” I said. I hated to push him away, but if he didn’t
understand what was going on here, he needed a dose of harsh reality. “If you
want to survive, go.”

Vic’s face paled.

More gently, Balthazar added, “This is no place for the
living. This belongs to the dead.”

Vic ran his hands through his shaggy hair, nodded once at
Ranulf and walked out of the projection room. Probably he would head home,
where he’d try to do something useful — clean house, maybe, or make food nobody
else could eat. Human concerns seemed very distant at that moment.

Now that Vic had left, I could finally voice the thought
that had been haunting me for hours. “Should we
— ”
My
throat choked up, and I had to swallow hard. “Should we let this happen?”

“You mean that you believe we should destroy Lucas.” From
anybody else, this would have sounded too harsh to bear; from Ranulf, it was
simple, calm fact. “That we should prevent him from rising as a vampire, and
accept this as his final death.”

“I don’t want to do that. I can’t begin to tell you how much
I don’t want that,” I answered. Every word I spoke felt like blood being
squeezed from my heart. “But I know it’s what Lucas would want.” Didn’t loving
someone mean putting their wishes first, even with something as terrible as
this?

Balthazar shook his head. “Don’t do it.”

“You sound very sure.” I tried to say it calmly. Still, I
was so angry at Balthazar that I could hardly look at him; he’d brought Lucas
into the battle against Charity, even though he knew Lucas was numb with grief
and unable to fight at his best. It felt like Lucas’s death was as much his
fault as Charity’s. “Are you just telling me what I want to hear?”

Balthazar frowned. “When have I ever done that? Bianca,
listen to me. If you’d asked me the day before I became a vampire whether I’d want
to rise as undead, I would have said no.”

“You would still say no, if you had the chance. If you could
go back. Wouldn’t you?” I demanded.

That caught him off guard. “We aren’t only talking about me.
Think about your parents. About Patrice, and Ranulf, the other vampires you
know. Would they really be better off rotting in their graves
?

Some vampires were okay, weren’t they? That was true of most
of the ones I’d ever known. My parents had known centuries of happiness and love
together. Lucas and I could have that, maybe. I knew he hated the idea of being
a vampire — but only two short years ago, he’d hated all vampires with blind,
unthinking prejudice. He’d come so far so quickly; surely he could come to
accept himself in time.

It was worth a chance. It had to be. Everything in my heart
told me that Lucas deserved another chance, and that we deserved another hope
of being together.

I traced a finger across Lucas’s face: his forehead, his
cheekbone and the outline of his lips. The heaviness and paleness of his body
reminded me of a carving in stone — fixed, unliving, unchanging.

“It’s close,” Balthazar said. He came closer. “It’s time.”

Ranulf nodded. “I sense it as well. You should step away,
Bianca.”

“I’m not letting go of him.”

“Just be ready to move, then. If you have to.” Balthazar
shifted his weight from one foot to the next, steadying his stance like a
fighter preparing for battle.

It’s going to be okay, Lucas, I thought, willing him to hear
me past the divide between this world and the next. Wasn’t he about to cross
that divide to return to me
?
So maybe we were close
enough for him to listen. We’re dead, but we can still be together. Nothing
matters more than that. We’re stronger than death. Now nothing else ever has to
come between us. You and I never have to be apart again.

I wanted him to believe that. I wanted to believe it, too.

Lucas’s hand twitched.

I gasped — a reflex of the body I’d created, more a memory
of what shock did to a living being than anything else.

“Be ready,” Balthazar said. He was talking to Ranulf, not to
me.

Shakily, I laid one hand upon Lucas’s chest. I realized only
then that I was waiting for a heartbeat. His heart would never beat again.

One of Lucas’s feet shifted slightly, and his head turned a
couple inches to the side. “Lucas
?
” I whispered. He
needed to understand that he wasn’t alone, before he realized anything else.
“Can you hear me
?
It’s Bianca. I’m waiting for you.”

He didn’t move.

“I love you so much.” I wanted so badly to cry, but my
ghostly body created no tears. “Please come back to me. Please.” The fingers of
his right hand straightened, muscles tensing, then curled back in toward his
palm.

“Lucas, can you
— ”

“No
!
” Lucas shoved himself away
from the floor, from me, stumbling to all fours. His eyes were wild, too dazed
to truly see. “No
!

His back slammed against the wall. He stared at the three of
us, his eyes displaying no recognition, no sanity. His hands pressed against
the wall, fingers curved like claws, and I thought he might try to dig through
it. Maybe it was a vampire instinct for digging your way out of a grave.

“Lucas, it’s okay.” I held my hands out, doing my best to
remain completely solid and opaque. It was better to look as familiar as
possible. “We’re here with you.”

“He doesn’t know you yet,” Balthazar said. “He’s looking at
us, but he can’t see.” Ranulf added, “He wants only blood.”

At the word blood, Lucas’s head tilted, like a predator
catching the scent of prey. I realized that was the only word he’d recognized.

The man I loved had been reduced to an animal — to a
monster, I realized, the sick, empty, murderous shell that Lucas had once
believed every vampire to be.

Lucas’s eyes narrowed. He bared his teeth, and with a shock
I saw, for the first time, his vampire fangs. They altered his face so much
that I hardly knew him, and that more than anything else tore at me. His
posture shifted into a crouch, and I realized he was about to attack — any of
us, all of us. Anything that moved. Me.

Balthazar moved first. He leaped — pounced — toward Lucas,
colliding with him so forcefully that the wall behind them crunched and plaster
dust fell from the ceiling. Lucas threw him off, but then Ranulf was on him in
an attempt to push him into a corner.

“What are you doing?” I cried. “Stop hurting him!”

Balthazar shook his head as he rose from the floor. “This is
the only thing he understands right now, Bianca. Dominance.”

Lucas pushed Ranulf backward, so hard that he thudded
against me, and I stumbled into the old projector. Sharp metal jabbed into my
shoulder. I felt pain, real pain, the kind I ‘d experienced back when I had a
real body instead of this ghostly simulation. When I put my hand to my
shoulder, I felt a lukewarm wetness beneath my fingers and pulled them away to
see blood — silvery and strange. I hadn’t even realized that I still had blood
now. The liquid gleamed like mercury.
almost
iridescent in the dim light.

The three — way fight in front of me was growing more
violent — Balthazar’s foot to Lucas’s gut, Lucas’s fist to Ranulf’s jaw — but
Balthazar saw that I was injured and shouted, “Bianca, stay back! You’re
bleeding!”

What was that supposed to mean
?
Surely vampires didn’t drink wraiths’ blood, so there was no danger of my
driving Lucas further into a killing frenzy. At that moment, I wasn’t sure he
could become more frenzied than he already was. Younger and weaker he might be,
but desperation goaded him on, made him fierce. It was possible he might defeat
Ranulf and Balthazar both. I couldn’t bear to see that, but I didn’t think I
could stand the alternative either. My fear sharpened — and became anger.

Enough of this.

I pushed myself toward them, blood on my fingertips, and
flung out my hand as I cried, “Stop
!
” Droplets of
silvery blood spattered through the air as all three of the guys shrank back.

At my side, Balthazar whispered, “Don’t get into this.”

Ignoring him, I stepped directly in front of Lucas. He had
backed against the wall, glancing around wildly as though he could think of
nothing but escape — or, perhaps, in search of living prey. Death had sharpened
his features, making him both more beautiful and infinitely frightening. The
only features that remained ilie same were his eyes.

So I focused only on his eyes. “Lucas, it’s me. It’s Bianca.”

He said nothing, just stared at me, utterly motionless. I
realized he wasn’t breathing — most vampires did just as force of habit, but it
seemed that death had claimed him entirely. No way was I going to let that
happen.

“Lucas,” I repeated. “I know you can hear me. The guy I love
is still in there. Come back to me.” Once again, I longed for the release of
tears.

“Death couldn’t keep me from you. And it can’t keep you from
me, not if you don’t let it.”

Lucas didn’t speak, but some of the tension left his body,
relaxing his hands and his shoulders. He still looked edgy, almost crazed, but
some semblance of control had returned to him.

What could I do
?
Was there anything
I could say that would get through to him? Someiliing he would remember
..
.

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