Wardbreaker: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Lillim Callina Chronicles) (7 page)

The vampire must have seen it too because he turned his head in time to catch Luc’s glowing fist with his face. The creature cartwheeled backward across the pavement like he’d been hit by a wrecking ball. Luc stood there, covered in vampire blood and shining like a goddamned star.

As the vampire got to his feet, Luc pulled what looked like a piece of paper from his pocket and drew a symbol on it with one bloody finger. The sheet began to glow violently, throwing off color in every shade of the rainbow. He balled his fist around the sheet as the vampire charged him, fangs bared.

Luc ducked the first swing, but the second one caught him in the stomach, actually lifting him from the air. Spittle exploded from his mouth as he careened backward, the paper slipping from his hands. It fluttered slowly toward the ground as the vampire turned back toward me and licked his lips.

“Ready to die, Dioscuri?” he asked, running his tongue over his oversized fangs. I was about to reply with something snappy like “not really” or “come over here and find out jackass” when the vamp stepped on the crumpled, bloody note.

Silver fire exploded up his leg, reducing it to ash in the space of a second. He screamed, reaching down toward his leg, but as he touched it, the limb actually crumbled to the ground as his fingers swept through it. The motion sent him toppling to the ground, howling.

I wasn’t quite sure what Luc had done to the paper, but I was going to have to find out after this was over. He had way too many secrets for it to be good. I gripped my wakazashi and moved toward the creature, but I’d barely taken a step when Luc waved me off. He was kneeling on the street a little ways away, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“No,” he wheezed, getting to his feet and wincing as he spat a mouthful of bloody saliva onto the ground. The blue glow had mostly faded from his body, but being that he’d just blown the leg off a vampire with paper, I was inclined to listen to him, for now.

“Why?” I asked, sucking in one wheezing breath. Everything hurt. That wasn’t good. If I was injured badly enough, my body would try and repair itself, and since I didn’t have any energy left, it would start cannibalizing itself to make the needed repairs. The only way I could stop that from happening was by eating, soon.

“If you touch him, it might spread to you,” he replied, leaning against the prison van for support. My gaze swung back to the vampire, and sure enough, the silver flame had spread to the hand that had touched the ash and was traveling down the screaming creature’s arm. I watched in amazement as the vampire was consumed inch by inch until nothing but dust remained. It was the single most horrible thing I’d seen in quite a while. Calvin would be proud.

“Don’t take another step,” I screamed, pointing my sword at Luc and wishing I had something more long range like a shotgun or a rocket launcher. He was still leaning against the vampires’ modified prison van, but he’d looked like he was going to start walking toward me at any second. The blue light had faded from his body, but I didn’t much care. He’d just burned a vampire to death with a piece of paper. I wasn’t sure what the hell he was, but it wasn’t normal.

“Lillim, it’s okay. I’m one of the good guys,” he said, trying to smile at me but wound up wincing. No doubt, the Bear’s punch had hurt something inside of him.

“News flash, bad guys think they’re the good guys too,” I snarled, wishing I hadn’t come to this town at all. I’d just wanted somewhere with nice weather and no monsters. Was that too much to ask for?

Luc chuckled, shaking his head. “You make an excellent point, but I did just save you from him.” He gestured vaguely at the pile of ash that had been the vampire.

“Maybe that’s just part of your plan?” I said as a horrible realization came over me. Where had the vampire I’d kicked from the car gone? I looked around, frantically, confident I could ignore Luc for a moment.

“I got him. He’s the one I used to power the spell,” Luc said as my eyes swept over the surroundings. He nodded toward the back of the prison van.

“Okay, you stay there. Just give me a second.” I stumbled toward the spot he’d indicated, walking on limbs that didn’t work quite right. I’d heal from the damage soon enough, especially if I got some food in my stomach, so I wasn’t too worried about it. Even the pain didn’t bother me that much. You don’t become a Hyas Tyee in the Dioscuri without getting the crap kicked out of you once or twice.

Luc moved like he was going to show me something, but I slashed through the air in front of him so the tip of my blade passed within an inch of his throat. “I said don’t move,” I repeated, and the heat in my words sort of scared me. It was the same sort of voice my mother often used around me, and I hadn’t known I could make it.

He nodded, eyes wide at the sight of the wakazashi gripped in my hand which was a little strange since he’d just blown a vampire to ash, but then again, he’d said the spell wore off. I guess that made sense. Most spells used to augment a person’s strength or speed didn’t last terribly long. Still, I didn’t want him near me.

The dismembered vampire, if you could still call it that, was lying in a puddle of blood at the back of the van, mostly hidden by the open doors, which was probably why I hadn’t seen him earlier. He must have tried to get Luc in the back when the others had come at me, but evidently, things had gone wrong.

For one thing, he looked flayed open and his heart had been torn out of his chest. Blood covered the inside of the van’s doors. Was that where all the blood covering Luc had come from? Wait a second...

I spun back around and stared at Luc wide-eyed. “Why aren’t you still covered in blood?” I gestured from him to the corpse and back again.

“I told you already, Lillim. I used up his blood to power the spells.” Luc sighed and began to unbutton the cuff on his black dress shirt.

“Don’t,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him and moving away from the heartless vampire. For all I knew, it was rigged to explode. “I don’t know what you are, and I sure as hell don’t want you undressing in front of me.”

“It’s not like that at all,” he exclaimed, pulling the sleeve of his shirt up to reveal a series of scars on his flesh. Only… only they didn’t look normal. They looked more like someone had carved designs into his skin, but that was impossible. Getting a tattoo was one thing, but carving symbols into your arm so deeply that your skin became a puckered mass of scar tissue? That was crazy!

“What the hell did that to you?” I exclaimed, my mouth going dry as he showed me his other arm. It had more symbols written along it.

“I did it to myself a long time ago.” He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt before pulling it open to reveal a well-muscled chest covered in even more scar tissue. It was way worse than his arms. It was a little weird because there were a couple spots that looked like they’d been done with ink originally. Had he started with tattoos? Why?

My eyes played over the designs. They looked vaguely magical, but unlike anything I’d seen before. Still, when I saw the huge series of concentric circles on his chest, I realized what he had on his skin. Magical symbols.

“You’re covered in magical wards, and they actually work.” I shook my head in amazement. “That shouldn’t be possible… wait, wait. You’re using vampire blood to power them?”

He nodded at me. “We stumbled upon it a few years ago. This vampire had cut me up pretty bad, and after I killed it, I was covered with its blood. My friend tried to staunch the wound by using a healing ward even though it almost never worked.”

“And the ward touched some of the vampire blood and blazed to life…” I finished, and he nodded at me again. “But you’d don’t understand why it worked, do you? You just got lucky and tried it a few times before deciding to carve them into your skin like a crazy person.” I let out a breath. “You don’t have to admit it. The look in your eyes tells me it’s true.” He didn’t respond as I shook my head at him. “A ward is a magical symbol that does something, usually keep bad things away. It’s mostly expulsion magic, but I wouldn’t be surprised if there are others,” I murmured, moving closer to him and running one finger over the markings on his chest. There wasn’t even a faint zing of power to it. “But most people don’t have the power to, well, power up a ward. You certainly don’t have any innate magic of your own, so how’s it work?”

“The vampire blood makes it work,” Luc said, watching me trail my fingers over the muscles on his chest which was pretty much when I realized what I was doing. I backed away from him so quickly I stumbled and fell on my butt. I sat there, unable to look at him as my cheeks blazed from embarrassment. Had I seriously just felt him up? Seriously?

I turned my eyes toward him. He wasn’t watching me. Instead, he was buttoning his shirt back up.

“I know it’s a lot to take in,” he said, and the embarrassment in his voice was obvious. Had he thought I’d gotten freaked out by all the scars? Well if he did, he hadn’t seen my father. Imagine having the flesh flayed from your bones by a ravenous pack of demons, and you’d get some idea of the scars my father had. And those were just the ones on the surface. Watching him break down under the strain of fighting more and more each and every day was one of the main reasons I’d left.

“It’s not your scars,” I said, getting slowly to my feet. “I just don’t understand why you’d do it.”

“Tattoos didn’t work. We tried that at first, but the wards lost power for some reason. On a lark, I cut one into my skin, but that didn’t work either.” He pointed at a symbol on the underside of his wrist that looked like a winged scorpion. “During my next vamp hunt, the wound got torn open and the ward blazed to life the second vampire blood touched the open wound.”

“Holy crap,” I said, taking a step backward because he obviously had no idea what that meant. I didn’t either, but it didn’t seem good. That was for sure. “You got vampire blood in a wound?”

“Yeah. It’s how we realized how to make the wards work. I had to cut them into my flesh and douse the fresh wounds with vampire blood. After that, getting a little blood on any of the wards powered all of them.” He shrugged like it made perfect sense even though it didn’t. At least not to me.

“Okay,” I said, swallowing back the desire to murder him where he stood. I wasn’t sure why, but something told me this knowledge could not get out. I wasn’t really worried about normal humans doing it, but there were things far worse than humans. Thing with access to blood way stronger than a vampire’s and with magical knowledge so scary, it made the spells needed to start the apocalypse seem like a good idea.

“So, we’re good?” he asked, staring at me. The look in his eyes reminded me of a puppy who had just destroyed your entire house, knew that you were upset with it, but couldn’t figure out why.

The problem was, I wasn’t sure why either. Part of it was his story, but it was something else. It was more that he
shouldn’t
have needed to do that. He was just some guy, some human. We were supposed to protect people like him, not make them do this to themselves. It almost made me want to go back home and start yelling at people. It wouldn’t do any good. It never did. I’d just get buried in reams of paperwork while someone took Luc back to base for study before finding him an indiscriminate unmarked grave somewhere.

No… no, the better thing to do was to clean this place up, to ensure people didn’t have to do this. Maybe I couldn’t save the world, but I could sure as hell help with one tiny city. In the grand scheme of things, it wouldn’t be very much at all, but to the people here it would be everything. That had to be worth something, right?

“We’re good,” I replied, glancing around the street, surprised no one had come to help or had called the cops. Another car whizzed by us on the street. It’d happened a few times now. Not super often or anything, but often enough that I’d have expected someone to stop at the scene of an accident. No one had even slowed to gawk.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you, Lillim, how come sometimes the vampires dissolve when you kill them and sometimes they don’t?” Luc asked, staring at the body of one of the creatures.

“They only dissolve if the death blow is struck from my swords. If they die in another way, they don’t disappear. It’s kind of lame.” I shrugged.

“Too bad you can’t make ‘em dissolve before they die.” Luc smiled at me, and I just shrugged at him. It wasn’t like I had designed the weapons. I just used them. Still, it’d be awesome if they could do that. Monster hunting would be way easier if all I had to do was nick an opponent.

“I’ll make sure I bring up your thoughts on my weaponry with Dioscuri management,” I replied with a smirk and Luc shook his head at me.

“Let’s get out of here before someone sees the bodies you’ve so carelessly left behind.” Luc pulled open the door to the prison van and laughed a hearty chuckle that made me feel better. “No wonder no one’s come to help.”

I glanced inside the door as he stood back and smirked. There was a ward drawn onto the van’s dashboard that positively glowed with purple light. It was the ward for hiding in plain sight. It was one I knew well because Dioscuri used it all the time to keep humans from finding out about monsters. It was way easier to paint a ward on a door that made everything inside seem normal and take your time killing the monsters within, than having to do it before the cops showed up.

“Looks like lady luck
is
on our side,” Luc said, moving to close the back doors before sliding into the driver’s seat and pointing at the keys. “Even the keys are in the ignition.”

“Swell,” I muttered, getting into the passenger seat and buckling my seat belt. “So what’s the plan from here?”

“There’s a hive not too far from here. I say we go there, blow them away, and then meet up with my friend for dinner.” He shrugged as he started the van and rolled onto the street. “Unless you’d like to wait until nightfall. You know, when the vampires will be stronger.”

“I’m starting to think you planned this from the start,” I muttered as I watched the corpses of the vampires fade into the distance. “That does not endear me to you. In case you wondered.”