Vampires Don't Sparkle: Deathless Book 3 (38 page)

“Incoming,” Osiris said, leaping to the top of one of the stones. His golden sword appeared in his hand, and Liz felt a stab of jealousy.

“Liz,” Blair said, effecting a strange parody of a narrator. “It’s dangerous to go alone. Take this.”

He offered her the na-kopesh he’d taken from Irakesh, and she accepted the curved blade. She got the feeling she was missing some sort of inside joke from the way Trevor giggled at the comment. She gave the weapon a few experimental swings. It was different than the heavier broadsword, but she thought she could make use of it.

It looked like she was about to find out.

Chapter 71- Bait

Isis watched the approaching mass of demons warily. She counted at least two hundred, and that didn’t include the winged ones circling above. It wasn’t anywhere near the size of the force that had devastated Sekhmet’s army back in the land now called France, but it was a substantial number.

Still, Isis trusted Osiris. The thought of him drew her eye to where he stood, a little ways off from the stone monuments comprising the place these moderns called Stonehenge. He looked resplendent in his dark blue suit, tie fluttering in the wind. She didn’t know when he’d found time to change into a new one, but it didn’t surprise her. Osiris raised his golden blade skyward, then brought it down in a chopping motion.

Chaos erupted. Several trails of fire streaked into the demon’s ranks, exploding as they impacted. Then something glittered above, falling like a comet. It landed in the central mass of demons, hurling black bodies into the night, each one melting like wax.

The surviving demons scattered, not that she could blame them. Grouping together was an invitation to fiery death, and they knew it. The sudden chaos infusing their ranks seemed to enrage Nephthys, who was leading from the rear. Isis could hear her shrill voice barking commands, which it seemed the demons were ignoring.

Then a wave of corpses emerged from the tree line, shambling their way toward the demons. They weren’t strong, and by themselves no single corpse was a threat. Yet they seemed endless, and at the very least the demons had to deal with them. That distraction was exactly what she’d been waiting for.

“Are you ready?” she asked, knowing Sekhmet lurked in the patch of darkness at the foot of the stone pillar she stood next to.

“I am. Let us end this,” Sekhmet said. Isis melted into the shadows, blurring across the field toward Nephthys. She couldn’t see Sekhmet, but knew her oldest friend was right beside her.

Isis shifted as the gap between herself and Nephthys lessened. She almost tried to summon her staff, before realizing she’d given it to Blair. Her claws would have to do. Isis whipped past a few confused demons, then leapt into the air. She came down on Nephthys with the avenging fury of all the poor souls the woman had corrupted.

Her claws bit deep, but Nephthys’s black armor was strong. Isis knocked the smaller woman on her back, but wasn’t able to deliver any serious blows. Nephthys planted a booted foot in Isis’s midsection and kicked with all her strength. Isis flew backwards, crushing a hapless demon with the impact. Several dull-eyed deathless stood around her, but wandered off to find easier prey.

“It’s not like you to be so brave, Isis,” Nephthys said, flipping to her feet. She drew a long thin blade, forged from the same black metal as her armor. “You were always the weakest of us, until you adopted that furry form. Even now you’re but a shadow of the true warriors.”

“It’s a good thing she brought one then,” Sekhmet taunted, her golden spear emerging from Nephthys’s throat, silencing the woman. “You talk too much, Nephthys. You always did.”

Then Sekhmet spun back into the shadows. Isis gave a wolfish smile and did the same. “You’re outnumbered, and your husband isn’t here to protect you.”

That last was designed to do more than anger her. She wanted Nephthys to panic. Her husband would feel that, and it would bring Set running.

“You think I need his protection?” Nephthys rasped, her ruined throat already healing. The armor had begun to repair itself as well. That could be a problem. “Come and find out.”

Nephthys spun in a slow arc, shifting on the balls of her feet. It was a warrior’s stance, and it drove home how right the woman was. She’d always been a better warrior than Isis, though Sekhmet was Nephthys’s equal. Or had been anyway. Who knew how strong Nephthys had become during the time the other gods had slept?

A wave of green energy shot from the darkness, competing with the explosions from the artillery falling around them. Nephthys sagged to her knees, but immediately began struggling to her feet. Sekhmet didn’t give her any quarter, gliding forward and ramming her spear through the knee joint on Nephthys’s right leg.
 

Isis bounded forward and seized the injured leg. She pulled with all her might, and gave a wicked grin when Sekhmet seized Nephthys and began pulling the opposite direction. The leg tore free with a pop and a spray of gore, drawing a shriek of pain from the black goddess.

“You’ll pay for—” she began, but another form emerged from the darkness. Osiris
rammed his sword through her breastplate. The weapon pierced the armor with a sickening crunch; before Nephthys could react, pulses of sickly black light began flowing out of her corrupt heart and up the weapon.

“A bit anticlimactic, I know,” Osiris said, gritting his teeth as the flow of pulses came more quickly. “But we’re pressed for time. Just die, so we can do the same to your husband.”

Chapter 72- On Four Legs

Blair ran fast and low through the mist-coated grass. He moved with a light blur, but was careful not to expend too much energy. He savored the thin trickle of moonlight, though it wouldn’t provide much power before he reached the Ark.

There was no sign of either Trevor or Liz, but he was confident they were lurking in the darkness near him. He wondered for the millionth time why Isis hadn’t given males the ability to use that power, as it left them at a great disadvantage compared to the other supernatural predators he’d battled.

We have other advantages, Ka-Dun. If you wish more stealth, trust in me and I will guide you.

He trusted the beast in the same way he trusted his arms or legs. It was part of him, and he ceded control willingly. There was a rush of heat through his entire body, then something like the change from human to werewolf. This change was different though. Instead of growing larger, he grew smaller.

Within a few steps he found he had four legs; instead of hands he had paws. His fur was thicker, his muzzle longer. He’d become a wolf, the same way he’d seen Ahiga do all those months ago back on the beach in Peru.
 

Despite the dire circumstances and impending battle Blair felt better than he had in months. There was something harmonious about the wolf. It bonded him to the land, and he longed to surround himself with his pack.

He loped through the darkness, bounding over a grassy knoll. It carried him to the base of the Ark, near the far corner, away from the fighting. Explosions and gunfire split the night, broken by cries from the dead or dying. He ran low and fast next to the Ark, and not a single demon turned in his direction. They were too busy getting shelled by Mohn’s artillery, or crushed under the orbital bombardment from the Skyhammer.

Blair finally reached the mouth of the tunnel at the wall’s center. He slowed as he approached, carefully peering around the corner. Nothing. At first he thought it curious the place was undefended, but it quickly occurred to him why Set hadn’t bothered leaving more of an internal defense. He was the lord of this Ark, and even another Ark Lord couldn’t do much to harm the place. Unless they had a Primary Access Key. As he understood it only two existed, and Osiris had theorized that Set possessed one.
 

That meant Set only had to fear the remaining key, and what were the odds of a small pack sneaking into the Ark with it? Pretty damn high, as it turned out. Blair gave a wolfish grin, trotting up the corridor into the darkness. His enhanced vision allowed him to see, especially with the soft glow from the diamonds set into the wall.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to, though. This place had a stench to it, layered decay that made him want to vomit. Refuse and worse had been smeared on the walls. It was as if this Ark had been inhabited by squatters for a very long time. His lupine senses allowed him to detect every nuance of the stench, and he found himself sneezing repeatedly. It was terrible.

Blair tried not to notice the smell as he made his way deeper into the Ark. He was so focused on his progress that he leapt into the air with a yelp when Liz appeared beside him.

“Sorry,” she whispered. She’d returned to human form, and was peering around at the walls. “What the hell happened to this place?”

Blair shifted back to human form, sighing in relief as his sense of smell returned to normal. Now he just wanted to gag, instead of vomit. “I don’t know. Guess Set isn’t much for housekeeping. Maybe his demons haven’t been housebroken.”

“Whatever the reason, this place makes me long for a shower,” Trevor said, shimmering into existence next to Liz. “Let’s do what we came to, and get the hell out of here.”

Chapter 73- Set Arrives

Jordan smiled grimly inside his armor as he stood at rigid attention behind Set. His armor was damaged in so many places now that the entire paper doll in his HUD was lit with red. He was still a prisoner, but if the armor were destroyed he’d be free. All he had to do was watch for an opportunity, and he could probably hasten that destruction.

“Stop your groveling and gather to me,” Set growled at Steve, stepping atop the smoking remains of Object 3. “I will show you the kind of power the other gods only dream of.”

The rest of them moved to the platform, though Steve was the first to reach it. Typical. To Jordan’s immense surprise, a faint white light came from the platform. Apparently it was at least partially functional. The light flared, then washed over the five of them.
 

There was something like a clap of thunder, then he was elsewhere. His ears were ringing, and his head felt like he’d spent the last six hours drinking shots of Jaeger. Or something even fouler.

Irakesh and Steve looked just as bad, maybe worse. It was hard to tell with Wepwawet, as he was enshrouded in armor just like Jordan. Only Set seemed unaffected. His lip curled up in a snarl, as he stared at the battle unfolding before them.

They’d arrived at Stonehenge, near the center of the giant stones. In the distance lay a sea of black, twisted bodies—Jordan guessed they were probably the remains of the defense force Set had no doubt left to prevent his enemies from gaining entrance to the Ark. In the distance, four figures battled. Jordan recognized Isis, who towered over a figure in ebony armor.

“Steve, take this motley lot to the central chamber. Ensure that no one reaches the heart of this Ark. Do this, and I will reward you greatly. Fail, and I will give you to my wife as a plaything,” Set growled, not even turning to see if his order was heard.
 

Set began to grow, gaining height as he knocked stones out of his path that had stood for millennia. His footsteps thundered on the turf as he began a loping run towards Isis, Osiris, and Ra, who were ganging up on Nephthys. It looked like she was getting the worst of it, too. Good on them

“You heard him,” Steve snapped. He waved toward the Ark. “Move, if you wish to live.”

Jordan’s armor started forward of its own accord. He considered resisting it, but this wasn’t the place to make a stand. That should happen when and where he could make a difference.

Chapter 74- Intercepted

Isis’s wolfish ear twitched, angling toward a new sound—a savage yell of unparalleled ferocity. She half-turned to face the sound, careful not to release her hold on Nephthys. The goddess wasn’t thrashing much now, but Isis wasn’t taking any chances. She’d hold her until Osiris finished siphoning her essence.

A figure was sprinting toward them with impossible speed, the type of blur that could only be sustained by the eldest of gods. It would make it here before Osiris could finish his work, and she could see enough of the figure to realize the ebony armor belonged to Set. Their distraction back in London hadn’t bought them nearly as much time as they’d hoped.

“Sekhmet,” Isis growled, meeting her friend’s gaze. “Hold Nephthys. I will deal with Set until she is no more.”

Sekhmet nodded, and Isis released the black goddess. She slipped into the shadows, interposing herself between Set and Osiris. She began her blur, considering as she did so. Was Set using illusion? He could be approaching from an entirely different direction. She studied the grass in his wake, noting both mist and dew evaporated in his passing. It was possible that was illusion. Set possessed enough strength to create one of that size and detail, certainly.

Yet she didn’t think so. Set had been a cautious god in his youth, but age had fueled his overconfidence. He was all too willing to engage his foes if he thought he had the advantage, which he very likely had here. Then there was his very real concern for his wife. Set was an evil, tainted, bastard. Yet his affection for Nephthys had always been consistent. If he had anything approaching a weakness, that was it.

Isis braced herself, praying she was right. She blurred as fast as she ever had, pouncing upon Set as he passed her. She wrapped a thick arm around his neck, using her momentum to arrest his. Then she flung him hard to the muddy earth, creating a deep crater with him at the bottom.

She stilled her elation at having been right. It
was
Set and not an illusion, but now she had to deal with him. Alone, at least until her allies finished Nephthys. Set wouldn’t respond to taunts or threats, not while he was concerned with his wife. The only way to stop him was overwhelming force.

Isis leapt into the crater, seizing Set’s arm and attempting to rip it from its socket. Set merely tensed, and she couldn’t move that arm even an inch, no matter how she strained. Set’s black eyes glared at her from beneath his twisted helm, and he struck back in a fury.