Agatha’s large brown eyes were full of anger and compassion as she shook her head. She’d shared something of my memory. I stood quickly, breaking the connection.
The nanny had taken to leaving me in the hole nearly every day, but that small warm hand was always there. Of course, one day the nanny left me there past sunset and my father found me. We moved again that night. We were always leaving somewhere.
Later, I realised he must have killed the woman.
But then he always was a practical bastard when it came to keeping his secrets safe.
I smiled at Agatha, accepting the obligation along with the manipulation. ‘Want to tell me why I’m here?’
Her forehead creased into a worried frown. ‘It’s ma wean, she’s awfy poorly—’
The sound of breaking crockery interrupted her and she rushed away through the service doors into the kitchen. I followed her, and we found Finn and the manager staring down at a pile of shattered china plates.
Damn. Looked like Finn had tried
cracking
a spell.
‘Mr Andros, this is not what I had in mind when I hired your company.’ The manager prodded the pile with the shiny toe of his shoe. ‘I expected a quick professional clear-up of the mess. That is what your company guarantees.’ He made a point of looking at his watch. ‘I have customers in less than an hour.’
Finn threw a malevolent glance towards Agatha, who sniffed and headed for a half-open doorway at the back of the kitchen.
I left Finn to handle the apologies. Whatever the problem was, it wasn’t going to go away until Agatha got what she wanted.
The door led to a small staff area furnished with a table, a couple of battered chairs and a row of lockers. Agatha stood, hands clasped, chewing her lip next to a young woman sprawled over the table. ‘Ma wean, Holly.’
Holly wore the standard waitress uniform, white blouse and black skirt. She’d abandoned her shoes on the floor and with her head buried in her arms, all I could see was a mass of dark curls that tumbled over the table like tangled vines.
‘Go away, Aggie.’ The words were muffled by their passage through all that hair. ‘Nothing’s wrong. Jus’ leave me alone.’
‘Herself’s here, ma bonny.’
‘I don’t want to see anyone,’ Holly wailed.
Aggie tentatively stroked the girl’s shoulder. ‘Please, Holly,’ she entreated.
Holly jerked upright, her face blotchy from crying. ‘Get out,’ she snarled at Agatha, baring small green triangular teeth. ‘You always ruin everything!’
Agatha’s expression turned determined and she grabbed Holly’s wrist, holding it out for me to see. ‘She would’nae go to the clinic. Tuesday night it happened, an’ I’ve bin worrid stoopid, what with the news an’ all.’
Holly snatched her hand back, though not before I spotted the half-healed vampire bite, and burst into fresh tears.
Now I knew why Agatha had booby-trapped the restaurant with spells: this wasn’t a magical problem, but one I dealt with every week at the HOPE clinic. Getting Fanged was the current hot fashion for that all important coming-of-age celebration and as a result, we had a constant parade of youngsters dragged in by worried parents once they realised where, and with whom, their offspring had been out partying the night away.
I nodded at Agatha. ‘Why don’t you leave us to talk to each other?’
Agatha’s shoulders sagged with relief and she disappeared with another audible pop.
Holly glared at the vacant space. ‘Don’t you be listening either, Aggie,’ she shouted at the empty air.
Chapter Three
I
sat across from Holly and waited while she wiped her tears. She was a faeling, part fae, part human. I couldn’t tell what type of fae blood she carried, but her ancestry was evident in her delicate, angular bone structure as well as her teeth.
She hiccoughed, then ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face. As she did heart-shaped earrings flashed like blue stars against the black.
‘You might as well give in,’ I said. ‘She’s not going to stop until you do.’
Holly pouted as she draped her hair over one shoulder. She tucked a strand in the corner of her mouth and muttered, ‘She thinks I’m still ten or something.’
‘Uh-huh.’ I smiled, encouraging confidences.
‘Just because I want to go out with my friends, she gets all het up about it.’
‘It’s not your friends she’s worried about.’
Holly glanced at her wrist and shuddered.
‘Pretty earrings,’ I said.
Her hand half-lifted to her left ear and a wary look flickered across her face.
‘I’ve never been to the Blue Heart,’ I said. ‘Is it any good?’
‘S’okay.’ Only she didn’t sound too sure.
‘Just okay?’ I smiled again. ‘I thought it was supposed to be the cool place.’
‘It was pretty cool.’
‘But not all of it?’
Holly lifted her feet onto the chair and wrapped her arms around her legs. ‘Trace and Lorraine thought it was cool.’ She rested her chin on her knees, looked at me with disappointed green eyes and held out her wrist. ‘Only it hurt when he bit me. It’s not supposed to hurt, is it? It didn’t hurt Trace and Lor.’
A crash sounded from the kitchen and Holly flinched. Voices rose and fell like angry waves after the brief silence.
I took her hand in mine and rotated her wrist. Two neat holes an inch apart were just about healed over. ‘The vampire tricked their minds, made them think it felt nice. Not many of them can do that to you, because you’re faeling.’
She frowned. ‘He said it was because he wasn’t a very old vampire.’ She drew her wrist back and plucked at a thread hanging from her skirt. ‘He was nice, he stopped as soon as it hurt. Only’ - a tear spilled down her cheek - ‘I’ve been feeling tired and a bit dizzy, and having bad dreams.’
Other than the bad dreams, it sounded like post-bite anaemia, but just the neat fang marks on her wrist wouldn’t have caused that.
‘You need to show me the other bites, Holly.’
Surprise crossed her face and her chin trembled. Then she pushed aside her shirt collar, angling her head away, displaying two more fang marks puncturing the curve between her neck and her shoulder.
‘And that’s all, just two bites?’
‘Yes.’ But as she spoke, she glanced down and I knew she wasn’t telling me everything.
‘Holly, if you want me to tell Aggie everything’s okay, you need to show me all the bites.’ I bent and peered into her face. ‘I won’t tell her where they are, okay?’
The metallic bangs and crashes echoing around the kitchen sounded like a dwarf workshop had taken up residence. What was Finn trying to do? Wreck the place?
Holly squirmed, then unbuttoned her blouse.
The vampire had sunk his teeth into the swell of her breasts, just above the lace edge of her bra, and he hadn’t been nearly as neat or careful here. Two bites marked her left breast, the holes puckered, skin white and crinkly where he had fed for some time. He’d made a real mess of her right breast. Half-healed inch-long scabs and mottled bruises showed where his fangs had scored through her flesh ... almost as if the vamp had been ripped away from her.
I ignored the throb that leapt into life at the back of my own neck.
Bastard sucker.
All I said was, ‘Ouch, that must’ve hurt too.’
Holly looked down at herself. ‘Only a little. I felt sorta weird and fuzzy by then.’
At least the bites looked like sucker bites. The vamp had fed, but hadn’t tried infecting her. Of course, 3V - Vampire Venom and Virus Infection - isn’t the big bad any more; treatment’s been available for the past twenty-odd years. And there was that BBC ‘Bat on The Wall’ documentary a couple of years ago, with its backdoor propaganda that 3V could be the modern elixir of youth and health. The internet hyped the ‘benefits’ like a particularly virulent game of cyber whispers. Now 3V is actually considered desirable by some, so much so that the public don’t want to know that the majority of infected ‘human companions’ - the current PC label for a vampire’s blood-slave or blood-pet, don’t live long and healthy lives as advertised, but end up as short-lived ‘disposables’ in some blood-pub in Sucker Town.
All they’re interested in is the Gift.
According to myth, the original Gift was the Gorgon’s blood, given by Athena to Asclepius, the Greek god of healing, to help him in his work. Then Asclepius started raising people from the dead, and Zeus took exception, as überGods do, and killed him with a thunderbolt. The sun god Apollo, Asclepius’s dad, wasn’t too happy either, and he set about rectifying his son’s mistakes by burning the undead to a crisp whenever he could find them. Even so, most feel that drinking blood, staying out of storms and doing without the suntan are easy enough sacrifices to make if it means they might hit the immortality jackpot in the game of vampire roulette.
But neither the government, nor the witches, nor - especially - the vampire hierarchy want the place overrun with baby blood-suckers, so the Gift is strictly controlled. It means the tourist clubs are safe enough: after all, when the punters are not just paying but queuing for the privilege of being the
plat du jour
, there’s no need to turn your victims into venom junkies to ensure your next meal. All it takes is some mental sleight of hand, or
mesma
, to convince the customers they’re getting what they want. After all, anything else would be bad for business.
Only Holly was a faeling, and fae blood, even diluted with human, is a sought-after commodity within the vampire world. I needed to be sure she wasn’t infected.
‘Holly, you’ve heard of 3V, haven’t you?’
She pulled out a leaflet hidden under a magazine on the table. ‘I checked the bites against the photos in the HOPE leaflet.’ She opened the leaflet and showed me the pictures. ‘See, two holes is okay, you only have to worry about infection if there’s four holes, two tiny extra ones in between. That’s what it looks like if they bite you with their retractable fangs as well.’ She briefly touched the bruises on her breast. ‘All of us, we’ve only got two fang marks. Trace got a magnifying glass out and we checked each other out to make sure,’ she finished in a disappointed tone.
‘That’s great, then,’ I said eyes wide to keep the bemused look from my face. ‘Nothing to worry about: the bites are healing and once you make up the blood loss, the dizziness should stop and you’ll feel better.’
She held out her wrist again with an anxious expression. ‘But what about this one?’
The kitchen produced a hissing noise that sounded like a steam-dragon running riot and Finn’s curse sounded distinctly frustrated.
I frowned at the neat bite. ‘It’s fine, better than the others. Should be gone in a couple of days.’
She leaned forward and whispered, ‘But
he
did them, y’know, the vampire that’s been in all the papers. The one that—the one that killed his girlfriend.’
‘Roberto? You mean Mr October?’
She gave a tiny nod. ‘Aggie’s worried because they’ve arrested him. The papers say all it took was one bite, and she thinks—Am I going to die too?’ Her voice rose, shrill with panic.
I began mentally revising my offer to help the bastard. ‘Did he do all the bites?’
‘Oh no, I told you, Roberto was really nice. This French vamp, Louis, did the others.’ She touched her bruises again. ‘Roberto shouted at him and dragged him away. Trace said they both looked really mad.’ She tossed her hair back. ‘Roberto bought us all those fruit cocktails, the special ones they do, and made sure we got a taxi home.’ Her face fell. ‘Do you think I’m going to die like his girlfriend?’
‘Genny?’
I looked up as Finn appeared in the doorway. Holly squeaked, clutching her blouse to hold it together.
‘Sorry, ladies, I’ll wait outside.’ Finn held his hands up in apology and grinned, then sent me a questioning look. ‘I could do with some help out here, Gen, when you’re ready.’
‘Okay. I’ll be with you in a sec.’ I turned back to Holly and lowered my voice. ‘Listen, one bite from Roberto won’t kill you. You mustn’t believe everything the papers say. But keep away from the vampires.’ I leaned forward. ‘Vamps think our fae blood tastes nicer, sweeter, than plain human blood, and some of them won’t take no for an answer. I’d stick to going out with humans or fae if I were you. It’s less dangerous.’
Holly sighed. ‘He - Louis - said I tasted like cherries. He said he liked me best of all.’ She bit her lip. ‘Human boys don’t always—My teeth scare them, or if I like them, they end up ... y’know, Glamoured.’
I knew exactly how she felt. Rocks and hard places had nothing on dating humans if you were a fae or even a faeling with a touch of power.
‘Listen, Holly, the bites are fine. You’re not going to die. I’ll tell Aggie.’ I dug a card out of my bag. ‘And if you want to talk or anything, just give me a ring, okay?’
I left her chewing a curl of hair and went to find Finn.
He leant against the wall outside the staffroom, hands in his pockets and a disgruntled expression on his face. ‘I tried to talk Agatha into clearing up the mess, but she says she’s too low on juice to do anything.’
I grinned. ‘Feeling stressed, are we?’
‘She’s got her wretched spell-traps everywhere,’ he groaned, ‘and every time I try to
crack
one, something else breaks.’
‘Uh-huh,’ I said sweetly, ‘that’s what happens when you go too fast.’
‘Yeah, touché, Gen.’ He pushed away from the wall and slung an arm around my shoulder. ‘It’s gonna take ages to unravel all the spells. Mr Manager is as grumpy as a blingless goblin.’ His voice took on a cajoling tone. ‘Don’t suppose you could do something, could you?’
‘Maybe.’ I sighed, thinking about gift-horses bearing crystals. ‘But only if you stop using my shoulder as an arm-rest.’
‘Whatever my Lady’s heart desires.’ He gave me a quick hug, then opened his arms wide, a lazy grin twitching the corners of his mouth.
I rolled my eyes at him. Damn. I so knew I was going to regret this - give in once to him, even if it was over something as simple as work - and the next thing I’d find myself sitting in a painful heap at the bottom of the slippery slope.