The Tome of Bill (Book 7): The Wicked Dead (3 page)

I got the distinct impression that during the years when I’d been busy learning the fine art of telling online death-match opponents how awesomely I’d fuck their mothers, she’d been immersed in deeper studies – learning the mysteries of the universe or some such bullshit. Sure, her mentor Harry Decker had been a prime filet of asshole mignon, but luckily, his crazy hadn’t rubbed off on her. Still, there was no denying that if any member of our group wouldn’t normally react to a situation like a foul-mouthed five-year-old, it was her.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. It’s true and you know it,” she finally replied. “You’re not the only one with multiple demons nipping at their heels. And you’re definitely not the only one...”

She looked down for a moment, but then met my gaze again. “...facing the endgame. It’s close. I can feel it. The time for playing around is over. There are too many moving pieces, too many enemies and, quite frankly, I’m not sure there’s any place in this world left where we can afford to play it safe.”

“Oh. Well, okay, then. So you’ll help me?”

“Yes, but not right now.”

I nodded in agreement. The sessions with Sally had exhausted her. At any other given point in time, she should have been worrying about baby names, hoarding diapers, and other such things that I’m sure expecting couples are supposed to do. Despite the dire circumstances, I couldn’t begrudge her a chance for something as small as a nap.

“And you need to tell everyone else what you have planned,” she said.

“Well...”

“I’m the one who’s serious now, Bill. No more stupid secrets made under the guise of protecting someone else. That’s not going to help anyone if this goes bad, and we both know it.”

I held up a hand. She didn’t need to elaborate. That was the very nightmare scenario that had kept me from pursuing this up until now. When Tom and Ed had first learned of my little Jekyll and Hyde issue, they’d been all over that shit – pestering me to learn how to control it. I hadn’t because I had a feeling that if anything went wrong, their blood would pay for it.

Hell, that still might be the case.

* * *

“It’s about fucking time,” Tom said, crossing his arms before turning to Christy. “So what did you say to get him to stop pussing out?”

“She didn’t say anything. It was my choice.”

As requested, I’d waited for Christy to get some rest, then summoned everyone up to our apartment’s living room. If there were any bad reactions to my plan, I could always retreat to the safety of my bedroom.

I let out a heavy sigh. No, the new me would face down my detractors. I’d look them in the eye and...

I glanced up and caught Sheila staring at me pensively, then immediately averted my gaze. Okay, so I still needed a little practice with this new outlook on life.

“Tom’s right,” Ed said. “If you’d have done this when we said to, then that whole bullshit with you running off and getting kidnapped to Switzerland would have gone down differently.”

“That, or we wouldn’t be having this conversation because you’d all be dead,” Sheila countered from her spot next to Sally on our tattered love seat ... which, admittedly, hadn’t seen too much love as of late. “Don’t forget, you told me what happened after I got shot.”

“I know, but don’t forget I heard it secondhand.”

Both of them glanced toward Sally, who waved them off. “Don’t look at me. I don’t remember any of that. Honestly, I’m still having a hard time even believing it happened.”

“Well, believe it. You were there.” I addressed the group again. “Sheila has a point. Even though it’s all a blank for me, I know in my gut I tore Remington to shreds. That wasn’t the worst of it either.” I visualized the cell back in Chillon Castle – all the broken bodies scattered about, thralls sacrificed to my darker half.

I willed the images away with some effort. “That part of me is a monster, a rampaging hell-beast that likes nothing better than bathing in buckets of blood.”

“How would one bathe in...?”

I held up a hand to Tom. “I’m talking figuratively, numb nuts. I’m sure the
rest
of you get my point. The thing is, Dr. Death isn’t as mindless as we all thought.”

“And you know this
how?
” Sally asked.

“Because I had a conversation with him.”

* * *

I took a seat and explained to my suddenly attentive audience the internal dialogue I’d had back when I was Alex’s prisoner. It had been pretty weird experiencing it, but it was only slightly less odd telling them all of getting a knock on the door only to find a demonic, and somewhat assholish, version of myself staring back.

When I finished, Ed asked, “And you’re sure you didn’t dream it?”

“Pretty positive, especially since evil alternate Bill seemed to know the details of what had gone on in my life after I’d passed out. He also knew Alex would be waiting for me naked when I woke up.”

Stunned silence met my inadvertent confession for a moment, until Sally commented, “All right, now this is getting good.”

“It’s not like that.”

“So Alexander was dressed?”

“No.”

“Why didn’t you tell us this part when you got back?” Tom asked, a shit-eating grin upon his face.

“Don’t be an ass,” Ed said, coming to my rescue. “Obviously, some memories are best cherished in secret between lovers.”

Or not.

Tom, Ed, and Sally brayed laughter like a trio of jackasses. Sheila pretended to find something interesting on the wall while failing to suppress a smile. Only Christy kept a straight face, her look more one of exasperation, although whether for me or the peanut gallery, I wasn’t sure.

“It’s not like that,” I said at last, trying to get us back on track. “He just wanted to wrestle.”

Sally wiped tears from her eyes. “Oh, I bet he did.”

Christy slammed her hand down on the table hard enough to get everyone’s attention. “That’s enough. We need to be serious about this.”

The laughter subsided as all eyes turned to her.

“That’s better. I just need to know one thing before you continue, Bill.”

“What?”

“Did Alexander caress your cheek and call you King Leonidas?”

And once more, that set them off. Even Sheila didn’t bother to hide the laughter at my expense. As for me, all I could do was stare wide-eyed at Christy.

She shrugged and gave me a half-smile. “Sorry. Tom made me watch
300
with him the other night. Guess I’ve been hanging around you guys a little too much.”

* * *

As things settled back down, Ed walked into our kitchen nook and grabbed some beers to pass around. Everyone, save Christy, accepted one and, by the look on her face, she was half tempted. Couldn’t say I blamed her. With the world on the brink of annihilation and certain doom only a couple of hundred miles north of us, the Surgeon General’s warnings could go take a flying fuck off the nearest skyscraper.

Ed placed the extra on the coffee table and took his seat again. “Gotta say, this whole internal debate thing is a bit weird. I never took you for the split personality type.”

“It’s not all that strange,” Tom replied. “Bill plays with himself all the time, so talking isn’t too much of a stretch.”

I was sorely tempted to chuck my bottle at him, but figured it would be a waste of perfectly good beer. Instead, I just glared at him. “I’m thinking you should be in the room when we wake up Dr. Death.”

“No.
I’m
going to be in the room,” Sheila said. “For protection.” She had the barest of red color on her cheeks despite her serious tone. Maybe it was the beer she was drinking, or more likely Tom’s asshole comment.

“He was just kidding about me playing with myself,” I stammered, once again unable to shake off old habits.

She held up a hand. “I really didn’t need to know either way.”

Slick one, Bill.

“But I’m serious. I’m really not convinced this is a good idea, but if the group thinks you should go through with it, then we need to make sure precautions are taken.”

“No argument there.”

Her wish for precautions wasn’t surprising. I knew she considered that part of me a threat, a mad dog that might need to be put down. She was right to do so. I just hoped it didn’t come down to that – for both our sakes.

“Well, I still think it’s shithouse crazy,” Sally chimed in, “but I’ll admit to being curious. I want to see what this big bad wolf looks like.”

“You’ve already seen it.”

“So people keep telling me.”

“What do you think?” Sheila asked Christy.

Christy took a moment to gather her thoughts. I saw the conflict in her eyes. Under normal circumstances, I’m fairly certain her answer would have been a definitive “Hell no!” But the stakes had recently been raised. Her entire belief system had come crashing down just days prior. The mentor of her people – the so-called White Mother – was, in actuality, tinged a different color by all the blood on her hands.

Evidence suggested the White Mother was more a motherfucker – the creator of the Jahabich, unholy monsters made of stone and the enslaved souls of their vanquished enemies. Yeah, it had probably been a bit of a stressful week for the poor girl.

When she spoke at last, her voice was steady, even if her haunted eyes betrayed her. “Controlling a mindless monster is a dangerous game. Even with my skills at mind manipulation, relentless rage is nearly impossible to contain, much less master. But if Bill is right, and this other personality...”

“Dr. Death,” I added. “At least, that’s what I call him.”

“Yeah, but didn’t James and that little Chinese bitch call you that too?” Sally asked.

“Her name is Gan.”

“Whatever. Bottom line is that’s gonna get confusing.”

“Well,” I said slowly, “since neither of them is here right now, who gives a flying fuck?”

Tom opened his mouth, probably to chuckle, but then closed it again quickly. Sally hadn’t been big on him when she had her memories. Now? Well, who knew how she might react?

“Okay, it sounds like we’re all in,” Ed said, stepping in before someone got decked. “So when do we unleash the beast?”

I winced at his use of words, but replied, “That’s easy. Right before we leave.”

Though it didn’t need to be said, I had a feeling everyone in the room knew it might be for the last time.

“So when are we going?” Tom asked as if we were discussing running out for coffee.

“I need about three days to get myself ready,” Christy said, putting a timetable to our plans, which up until then had been nebulous. She turned to Sally. “Sorry, but I’m going to have to suspend our sessions until then. I have a feeling I’m going to need all my strength for this.”

“That’s okay. I’m sure everyone here will be more than happy to keep reminding me of random shit that might or might not be true.”

“Hey,” Tom protested. “I was serious when I said we were like
this
before you got mind zapped.” He held up two fingers intertwined. “BFFs until the end of time.”

“Somehow, I’m having a bit of trouble buying that,” she said.

Tom opened his mouth to print some more invitations to the pummeling party he was organizing for himself, but Sally continued. “I need to check out the scene in Manhattan anyway.”

That one caught my attention. She hadn’t ventured out since we’d arrived. It may have been because she knew we might be forced to leave at any time, but I had a slight suspicion it had also been partially out of fear. Facing the world with big chunks of your life missing struck me as particularly daunting.

“I can come...”

“In your pants? Yeah, I kind of figured that.” Suddenly, her tone softened as she became serious. “Relax, Bill. I may not remember much of you, but I still remember Village Coven, and I remember coming back to pick through the ruins of the Office.”

“Then you have to know there’s nothing left.”

“No vampires, maybe, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t anything we could use. There’s a lot of buildings we had space in. There’s gotta be something salvageable in all of it.”

“I’ll go with you,” Sheila said.

Sally nodded, which I found a bit odd. I didn’t expect her to want to go traipsing through coven properties, including safe houses, with the Icon in tow. It just didn’t seem a very vampiric thing to do – especially with her scrambled memory.

They must have sensed me staring, because Sheila added, “I kept up the rent at my old apartment just in case. Assuming the building hasn’t burnt to the ground, I wouldn’t mind grabbing a few extra changes of clothes. I’m getting tired of stealing whatever your neighbors left behind.”

I was tempted to remark that she looked kinda cute in Mrs. Mahoney’s afghan sweater, but now was not the time. Likewise, there probably wasn’t much I could do to dissuade them. From what I’d heard, Manhattan was a mess – probably already halfway devolved to making
The Warriors
seem like a Nostradamus prophecy. It certainly wasn’t a place for two attractive women to be wandering alone after dark. Of course, most women didn’t come pre-equipped with extra options like superpowers.

As long as they didn’t run into anything overly nasty, they’d be fine. Besides, I had been considering a field trip of my own. Now that Christy had laid out her timeline, it seemed a good idea to do so before she started mucking with my head.

“I’m going to scout out the Brooklyn safe house,” I said.

“Safe house?” Sheila and Christy both asked.

“Yeah, it’s over in the naval yards. Village Coven jointly owns it with the Howard Beach Coven. It’s neutral ground between us.”

Not too long ago, Sally would have known that was bullshit, but Tom and Ed were both kind enough to scoff in her place.

“Fine,
supposedly
neutral ground,” I corrected. “Doesn’t always work out that way. Anyway, it’s a place where we can fall back during times of emergency. Being that Village Coven is gone and so is most of the HBC ... hopefully ... I...”

“That’s where you want to do it. That’s where you want Christy to try to coax your powers out, right?” Sheila asked.

I nodded, choosing to ignore the “do it” line. New Bill was cooler than that, mostly. “Yeah. The place is reinforced, there’s room to maneuver if something goes wrong, and unlike my living room, I don’t care if it gets trashed in the process.”