Faustine (19 page)

“So, let me get this straight. Paranormals may not mess with other kinds of paranormals, but humans are fair game?”

“Yes, well, we have no human representative on the board, so it’s a moot point. Besides, most of us need them for something or the other. Each of the groups controls that aspect as well. It would never do for the city vampires to randomly start snacking on the humans, so Alfred has strict rules about what can and cannot occur. The main aim is for all of us to be able to coexist without the humans discovering our presence. That would lead to all kinds of unnecessary issues, like taxation.”

“So, this rogue demon has been possessing vampires and…?”

“Having them perform indescribable acts of violence all over London. Surely the news has reached the U.S.?”

I shrugged. I’d been too busy to pay any attention to the news. Not that I did at the best of times....

“It’s all over the news, Faustine,” Dorian responded, sounding irritated. “The police are flummoxed. They thought it was some kind of wild animal at first, but they have been finding these bodies in homes, on the underground, with bite marks, all exsanguinated. Some have been found shredded to bits and others left whole, but sucked dry. The term
vampire
has been mentioned a number of times now. First only in jest by the media, but now, social networking groups are coming together and forming vigilante groups, questioning the possibility of paranormal activity, again, and discussing how to bring us down. We must stop this,” he concluded firmly.

“How do we know it’s a demon?”

“He or she sent a note. Here it is,” he said, holding it out for me:
Eat That, Demon Princess.

Sheesh. What was Katerina up to now? “How do you know that this note refers to the killings?”

“He-she left the same message by each body.”

Ugh.

“Princess, we have to go inside. Your role is to placate, to reassure them that we
will
take care of this. They are not satisfied with my reassurances because the killings are escalating.”

M
ost of the faces in the library of the mansion were familiar. King Alfred sat at the head of the table as the president of the council. Cassandra, Spencer, Nora, Shaefer and Hickman were also present.

“Princess Faustine, it’s lovely to have you join us. I apologize for insisting on your presence, but the situation has become untenable,” Alfred said, standing up to greet me. The others followed his lead. “Faustine, this is Eva, Suman’s representative. We’ve been unable to reach her, so Eva will vote on her behalf, if necessary.”

“Nice to see you all again,” I said, nodding at each of them, and then plunking myself down next to Alfred. Dorian bowed and made as if to leave. “Where are you going?” I asked, surprised.

“This is a closed meeting for the sovereigns only; Dorian can’t stay,” Alfred said authoritatively, as Dorian quietly left.

Stupid protocol stuff. But, I nodded as regally as I could muster.

“Princess, did Dorian fill you in at all?”

“A bit. He mentioned a spate of very public murders by vampires,” I began, but stopped as Alfred hissed and flashed his fangs at me. Not an attractive look, but I was impressed with the fangs. His were particularly prominent and excellent for biting into steak, though he’d probably never tried that. I gathered, however, that this was his displeased look, so I hurriedly added, “Possessed by a demon.” That seemed to temper him, and he retracted his fangs.

His lips were in a semi-snarl when he addressed me. “Is that
all
he said?”

“Well. I just got here...” I explained. “Just a question... are you sure it was vampires possessed by demons? How can you tell for sure? Maybe it’s vampires gone berserk?”

His fangs extended again. Serious anger issues, he ought to get some help with that. He reached into a folder by his chair and slammed a piece of paper down in front of me. A photograph.

Blech. Not a pretty sight by a long shot. Vampires can be such messy eaters. The lady in the picture was, or had been, pretty, with long, red hair and green eyes. I could tell from her bone structure that she had been attractive. I could also tell that she had been a fashionable dresser. She was still wearing one of her black patent Louboutins. The red of the soles now matched the red-stained mess of the rest of her clothes, a charcoal pencil skirt and pink collared shirt. Really messy eating; get that vamp a bib! Stifling the urge to comment, I looked up at Alfred.

“She was left outside Paddington police station,” he sighed. “Clearly, so that she would be spotted.”

“How do you even know it’s a vampire killing? It’s much more messy than a vampire would normally leave it’s prey.”

He passed me two other pictures. The first one was of the victim’s thigh–clear fang marks. The second one was a shot of the back of her head. There was a piece of paper stuck on it:
Eat That, Demon Princess
. I could feel everyone in the room looking at me intently, waiting to see now I would react. I didn’t flinch–I had seen the note before–maybe I should have flinched, for effect?

“You don’t look surprised, Princess. Is the note similar to the one found at your brother’s murder?”

I nodded. “I didn’t actually see that message, but the wording is the same.”

“There have been seventeen of these murders here in London in the past week, since Sebastian disappeared.” Alfred brought out a set of photographs and lined them up in front of me. Seventeen killings–women, men, and even children. Each one was found with the same note and same bite marks. Each one had been left in a prominent spot, the most popular one being on the subway. I picked up a picture and gazed at it, trying to gather my thoughts. The boy in the picture couldn’t have been older than six.

“That boy was left sitting on top of one of the lions in Trafalgar Square,” sighed Alfred. “This is a nightmare. The media is buzzing with talk of aliens and paranormals. We must put an end to that before we are discovered. The Internet is on fire with conspiracy theories. I don’t know how long we can stay hidden at this rate.”

I nodded. “So, the note and the fact that you think you have enough control of the vampire population that they would not rebel against you, makes you thing this is a demon-possessed vampire?”

“I don’t
think
; I
know
that no vampire in London would have the audacity to disobey me.” His fangs and charming smile were on display again. “You, on the other hand, do not seem to have the demon population under control, like your father did. I am concerned that we’ll need to replace you if you don’t take control and maintain order,” he warned.

“Replace me? With whom?” I was curious. If there was a way off this gig, I was taking it.

“Your half sister, Katerina, has offered to assume control, if we wish her to.”

Ha!

 “I was going to ask the council to vote on it. Would you like to address us before we take a vote?”

“Vote? To blackball me before I’ve even gotten started. Bit harsh, don’t you think? Besides you have
no
authority
to do so. Be. Clear. About. That. I just learned about this issue, you know. Sheesh, give me a minute to absorb it.” I looked around at the others. They looked like they had made up their minds already. No one, apart from Spencer, would even look at me directly. “Spencer, are you in with this?”

He shrugged. “I’m uncomfortable with it. We know less about Katerina than we do you. I feel we need some time to investigate her before we entrust the job to her. She may have her own agenda. Better the demon we know....”

Nora nodded. “I agree. Besides, we don’t really have any authority to blackball the Princess, as such. All we can do is support Katerina’s attempts to take her down. Alfred, what do we know about Katerina’s lineage?”

“Her mother was a witch. That’s all I know, at present. My intelligence is gathering data as we speak.”

“I suggest that we give Faustine a chance to prove herself while you’re doing that, Alfred,” Cassandra said. “Half witch could present a problem for me,” she mused.

Strike when the iron is hot, so to speak. I stood up. “All in favor of me continuing, for now, raise their hands,” I said.

Cassandra, Spencer, Eva, and Nora raised their hands right away. Shaefer’s and Hickman’s hands went up after a short hesitation.

“You have your quorum, Princess. Let’s reconvene here once my intelligence gets back to me,” Alfred concluded.

“Princess, please be my guest during your stay here. Your father’s home is nearby should you decide to stay there, but I hope you will be my guest. I hear Lady Annabel is here, please join us for dinner and a small reception later,” Alfred invited.

I nodded and took my leave. I had serious demon business to attend to.

I had been allocated my own apartment in the mansion. It was substantial, with it’s own conference room and a study fully outfitted with a computer and printer. I sat down on the burgundy, leather swivel chair in front of the computer and stared at the blank screen.

It was clear that Katerina was behind the killings. Annoying demon witch. She wasn’t alone, however. This was a well-thought out plan of attack; I had to give her that. First, she got rid of Dad and created a need for a new regent in London. Then, she tried to get rid of me by creating enough havoc so that the council members would have no other option than to lose confidence in me. If I still managed to retain control, she had a backup plan to blackmail me with my friends so that I would abdicate, anyway.

The use of a demon to possess a vampire to do her bidding was genius. I had to give her that. The question was, which demon? Was he or she local to London, and therefore under my jurisdiction, or was it a New Yorker? I seriously doubted that Katerina would have enough influence here to be able to get someone under my domain to do her bidding. It was more likely someone she knew from home, someone under Alexandra’s domain.

Could I trust Alexandra enough to involve her in my investigation? I sort of had to since going over her head would be a total no-no. Alexandra had taken over New York very recently. What had happened to the old New York demon king? She had seemed to evade the question when I had asked, saying that it wasn’t her business to dwell on old sovereigns. Weird attitude. If anything, that sort of information was important for her own safety, because whoever had done away with the old one could do the same to her. Unless... Alexandra herself had gotten rid of the old king.

Was there any way Alexandra was in cohorts with Katerina? I doubted it. After all, she’d sent her own daughter to rescue Kismet. Why would she do that if she was working with Katerina? One thing was for sure. I’d have to be careful when dealing with her. Trust no one–Rule Two, Bonfire Academy.

It was Rule Three that needed to be taken care of at the moment; I could hear my stomach growling. I was overdue a feeding. I heard a soft tap on the door before Mom came walking in with a snack for me. Perfect timing.

“Mom, what was the name of the former demon king of New York?” I asked between chews. Mom had made herself comfortable on the couch in the study and was flipping through a
Hello!
magazine while I ate. She put it aside and looked at me.

“Oscar. Sebastian and he were very close. Do you know what happened to him?”

“No. Do you? Did Alexandra say anything to you?”

“No, but then I didn’t expect her to. We aren’t that kind of friends, even though I have known her for a long time. She likes to shop, and that’s basically the only thing we do together.”

“So you don’t talk about families or anything while shopping?” I asked surprised.

“I know it sounds strange to you, but that’s right. Having been involved with your father for this long, I made a conscious decision to stay out of paranormal affairs. I like being an ordinary human,” she smiled. “The
staying out
bit has changed now that you’re involved. I won’t exclude myself from your life.”

“Mom, I have a really serious situation here that I need to deal with. I have a feeling it involves Katerina, and perhaps even Alexandra. I think it’s very weird that Alexandra isn’t more concerned about the fact that Dad and Oscar disappeared at about the same time. I am wondering if Katerina has Oscar as well.”

Mom stood up and paced the room. “Why would she take Oscar?” she finally asked. “How does that benefit her?”

“In order to seek favor with Alexandra? So Alexandra would then help her take London?” I suggested. “Which all makes sense to me apart from the fact that Alexandra
helped
me get Luke and Kismet back,” I shrugged.

“Did she, though?” Mom asked.

“What do you mean? She sent Taylor to help me track them....”

“So, where are they?” Mom persisted.

“I told you. Katerina is holding them at Pauline’s.”

“How did Katerina know where to find Luke and Kismet? How did she know they were there? Someone must have told her.”

I put my face in the palms of my hands and rubbed my forehead with my thumbs. My head was going to explode. “Mom, why would Alexandra go through such a charade?”