The Tome of Bill (Book 7): The Wicked Dead (52 page)

They were obviously unarmed, but they otherwise appeared the same as when last I’d seen them. Gan, at least, didn’t look as if she’d learned any lessons in humility.

The group stopped in front of Firebird while Vehron resumed his place in his seat, sending out the obvious signal of who was in charge.

“The choice is a simple one,” Firebird said, addressing the group as a whole – something that I’m sure ruffled Gan’s feathers to no end. “Open yourself to the teachings of Ib. Live among us for a time. Learn our ways. Should you find it not to your liking, you will be free to follow your own path. The alternative is to remain blinded by what you think you know, to hold on to the dogma that has been drilled into you time and again. If so, know that the glory of Ib has no use for those who refuse to think for themselves.”

Gan looked up – mainly because she was the shortest person in the room – and replied, “I would answer to the Sun Strider, not his whore.”

A murmur rose up among the crowd, including a small chuckle from Sally.

I glanced over at Christy, who merely shrugged in my direction – the meaning obvious: it had been nice knowing her.

Firebird appeared livid, but Vehron merely said, “None, save my soldiers, answer to me. The wisdom of Ib drives us all.”

I expected Gan to tell him to go drive his ass off a cliff if that were the case, but to my surprise, she replied, “Very well. I speak for my people when I say we shall learn your ways and then decide accordingly.”

“You speak only for yourself here, child,” Vehron replied.

I couldn’t see Gan’s face well from my vantage point, but from her posture, I got the impression she didn’t like that much at all. Before she could reply, though, Vehron once more waved a hand to Firebird.

“That is a conceit of those who falsely claim title to the First. Their laws hold no sway here. Your people must make the choice themselves; for here, they are beholden to none but themselves.”

“I’ve never known her to sound so ... not stupid,” Sally whispered again to me.

After a moment, Christy leaned in. “That’s because it’s not her.”

“What do you mean?”

“Can’t you see it?”

“See what?”

“The aura around her head.”

“All I see is a shitty perm,” Sally replied, “and a face used to sucking a lot of cock.”

“Thanks. That helps,” I muttered.

Christy ignored us and said, “I think it’s a glamour of sorts. Regardless, there’s definitely something else at play here.”

“Magic?”

“Yes. I’m just not sure whether she’s being fed lines or someone is talking through her.”

“Who would be doing that?”

Christy held up her manacled hands. “I’m not really in a position to find out.”

Point taken.

So things weren’t as they seemed. Starlight had kept referring to a “they.” Now it seemed that perhaps there was someone else behind the scenes; a man behind the curtain, if you will.

Great! Because things had obviously been far too easy up to this point.

As we discussed things quietly among ourselves, knowing full well there was little chance of not being overheard, the scene before us continued to play out in a somewhat anticlimactic manner.

Gan’s answer to the choice was accepted and she was allowed to step into the crowd unmolested. Talk about extremes. It was like a game show where the only two ways to leave were either with a million bucks or getting shoved into a wood chipper.

Despite Firebird’s instruction that each person here was master of their own fate – ironic, considering she apparently had a magical earworm – Gan’s men followed her lead to the letter.

All in all, I didn’t find her decision too surprising. Gan was far from stupid. An opportunity to live was an opportunity to escape. I also didn’t think for one second she’d buy into any dogma but her own. Ego was a hell of a motivator.

Speaking of the little narcissistic midget, she spotted me and immediately headed my way – apparently free to mingle. Ugh! All of a sudden, choice number two didn’t sound so bad.

The rest of the crowd was still mostly silent as the ritual played out up front. Gan, however, seemed to not give two shits from a rat’s ass.

“Greetings, beloved,” she said at a conversational volume as if we were alone. “It pleases me to see you have done nothing to give them cause to kill you.”

As far as welcomes went, it ranked only slightly higher than my Aunt Gerty’s sloppy kisses on Christmas day. “Yeah, you too, Gan.”

“A most peculiar circumstance we find ourselves in,” she replied as if we were discussing tomorrow’s weather forecast. “I can see why the Cult of Ib grew so powerful in centuries past.”

I continued to keep my voice low, even if she didn’t. “I will admit, there is some appeal to the concept.”

“Academically speaking, yes. However, by its very nature, such chaos is ultimately doomed. Even in nature, apex predators are in a state of constant check. Without that, ecosystems fail and species go extinct.”

Wow, I didn’t expect Gan to go all Jane Goodall on me. I glanced up front to where her men continued to accept the terms of their release. I expected them to flock to their mistress, figuring maybe that was her plan. Once enough of them were around us, that might give us a fighting chance. Albeit, that chance would still be so infinitesimally small as to be suicidal. As trained as her people were, they were still disarmed, clad only in the fur-lined coats and – I dunno – probably yak skin clothes they walked in with. Badly outnumbered as we were, that wouldn’t end well.

However, much to my surprise, they fanned out – each picking a different direction to head. Maybe, having been told they were masters of their own destiny now, they all came to the same conclusion – their boss was a spoiled megalomaniacal bitch. As far as employers went, one could choose better.

“As much a fool as Alexander is,” Gan continued, “he is wise enough to know that we need order to both thrive and maintain a balance. He is too obsessed with control, though, and that breeds resentment. It is through this resentment that a long dead cult such as this can gain a toehold.”

“That and a resurrected super warrior.”

“And whomever controls him.”

“Somehow, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to recruit him, Gan.”

“I speak not of myself. I speak of another. Did you not smell the magic in the air?”

I so hated when she asked things like that. One could almost hear the “you idiot” tacked on at the end. Add condescending to her list of character traits. Yeah, I could understand why her people would enjoy a breath of fresh air without her constantly being up their asses. “I must have missed it.”

“Regardless, it is unimportant for now.”

“Oh, no doubt.”

“Especially since they will soon be dead.”

“What?”

“By your hand, of course.” As I said, Gan wasn’t even trying to keep her voice down. Thus, her proclamation of my inevitable murder-fest caused dozens of eyes to turn in our direction. “I look forward to seeing it, my love.”

Damn, that was a lot of vamps glaring daggers at me. I glanced quickly over at Sally, but she held up her hands. “You’re on your own,
Loverboy
.”

I started swatting at nonexistent bugs flying around my head. “Yeah,” I replied loudly. “All these damn mosquitos will soon be dead by my hand.”

Vehron chuckled from up ahead. His ears were sensitive enough to hear a fly taking a shit two blocks away, so I had little doubt he’d caught the entirety of what my group had just discussed.

“Ah, little brother,” he said, rising from his chair. “There is fire in you yet. But what to do with you? You have come here on a mission of hate.” The angry glares around me got even angrier. Oh yeah, this was going swimmingly. “You slew a key recruit of mine, spat upon my entreaties for peace, and dared attack me with the white flame.”

Now murmurs were rising up in the crowd, whispers of, “The false Freewill,” “Alexander’s puppet,” and, of course, “Death to the enemies of Ib.”

Yeah, not a lot of warm fuzzies headed my way.

“Yet, you make me laugh,” Vehron continued. “You show spirit for one so young.”

Hmm, why did I have a feeling a jester hat was in my future?

“More importantly, you protected us, even if you did not mean to.”

I did?

“You faced the Grendel leader and crushed him, ending their crusade against us.”

“I didn’t do it for y ... oof!” Sally caught me in the ribs with an elbow. Probably smart too, as I’d just been ready to talk without thinking again. “Um...” I coughed. “Never mind. You’re welcome.”

“You are a walking...” He paused, speaking some word that sounded Latin. After a second, he leaned over to Firebird, and she whispered something in his ear. He gave her a peck on the cheek in return, to which she turned to my group and gave a triumphant smile. Yeah, we get it; you found yourself the sweetest of sugar-daddies, you gold-digging bitch.

“You are a walking contradiction,” Vehron continued, now armed with more words. “Most here would see you struck down, but I think perhaps I would see you given the choice.”

More murmurs came from the crowd. I was half-amazed to hear that not everyone was in agreement. Had that happened during one of Alex’s rallies, it would have been followed by a lot of industrial strength vacuuming. However, Vehron appeared not to give it a second thought. “Eventually,” he added. “For now, you will watch and learn.”

The meaning was clear. We were prisoners. What a surprise. He’d probably try to use me as a bargaining chip too, but I had a feeling Alex wouldn’t trade a pair of his dirty underwear for me, much less anything of importance.

Fuck it. Vehron held all the cards, but I had to try anyway. “Let my friend go and I’ll play along.”

“Ooh,” Gan said, entwining an arm with mine, “your bravery sets my loins afire, my love.”

Oh God! I yanked myself away, wishing I had some brain-bleach to remove that image from my mind.

“Your friend?” Vehron asked from across the expanse.

“I don’t mean her,” I quickly amended.

Apparently, I didn’t need to clarify, as Vehron turned his head in Ed’s direction and smiled.

More whisperings rose up from the crowd.

“The abomination.”

“The pure one.”

“What is he?”

Jeez. Why was it I got the death threats and he was just called a few names?

“Come forth,” Vehron said to him.

Ed appeared to consider the command. “If it’s all the same, I’d rather you go fuck yourself.”

“Your friend does not wish to continue living, does he?” Gan asked me.

I looked down at her. “At some point, every guy needs to decide if he wants to live like a man or die like an hors d'oeuvre.”

“Your insightfulness fills me with...”

“Oh, just shut up,” I replied as I turned my attention back toward Vehron.

On the upside, Ed’s refusal wasn’t met with his body being snapped in half. On the other, Vehron’s statement obviously hadn’t been a request. He nodded and two vamps grabbed Ed by either arm and dragged him forward. Once he was in front of Vehron, the guards backed off a step. It wasn’t like my friend had anywhere to go. Hell, even with a straight line to the door, he had no chance of outrunning even the slowest vamp in the place.

“What do you think they’re gonna do to him?” Sally asked from my other side.

“You’re watching the same movie I am.”

Despite my attitude, I felt like a fucking helpless failure. I’d let down Tom, and Ed was next. But for what purpose? They could have killed him and been done with it several times over by now. I mean, I sincerely doubted they were gonna clap him on the back, declare him an honorary vampire, and let him go.

I tried to rack my brain for some insight. “Star?” I asked, but she didn’t respond. She just stood in front of us, watching raptly.

Vehron lifted a hand and caressed it gently down my roommate’s cheek. Okay, that was weird. Hopefully, he wasn’t going to snap his fingers and summon a gimp mask. “You are pure, but you are not whole.”

“If you’re taking requests,” Ed replied, “you know what would make me feel whole? Seeing my friends kill you.”

Gotta love when people wrote checks with their mouths that my body couldn’t cash.

Almost as if reading my mind, Vehron turned toward where I stood and barked out a quick laugh. He held out his hand and Firebird stepped to his side, placing a wicked-looking dagger into his palm.

Suddenly, it all made sense. Vehron was a known fanatic of the Cult of Ib and there was one thing that crazed zealots throughout history were known for.

He was going to sacrifice my friend.

* * *

“Shit! We need to do something.”

“Why?” Gan asked.

“Why?! Isn’t it fucking obvious? Oh, fuck this. Christy, if I can break...”

“Who’s that?” Sally asked, interrupting my panic attack.

I followed her gaze to the front again. Another pair of vamp guards had marched up. A woman stood between them. At first, all I saw was jet-black hair, making me think it was maybe Calibra being brought in for some reason, but then I saw her face and realized I was mistaken.

Vehron turned and approached the woman, who I now saw was holding what looked to be a plastic bowl. What? Was she bringing him some leftover potato salad from this morning’s cultist picnic?

Gan stood on her tiptoes next to me for a better look. “Hmm, a thrall.”

“How do you know?”

“Is it not obvious from the way she moves?”

I was tempted to shove her away from me, but then I saw Vehron smile lovingly at the woman. He lifted his free hand to her chin and tilted her head up to face him.

“I have a feeling this is gonna get messy,” Sally said.

All at once, I understood.

The woman gazed into Vehron’s eyes and said, “Praise Ib” just as he brought the dagger up and slit her throat in one fluid motion. The guards grabbed hold to keep her upright as Vehron, quick as a snake, caught the bowl and held it under her gushing throat.

There’d been a sacrifice, all right. I’d just been wrong about the victim. Whoever she was, she’d seemed willing enough, but that was pretty much how it went with thralls – their freedom scrubbed away over time and replaced with a litany of compulsions. And all for what? A quick snack for the big man? Hell, and a cheap bowl too. Jeez. The guy couldn’t find one ceremonial chalice or even a fucking pimp cup in all of Boston?