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Authors: Johnny B. Truant
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simmerings across the nation and world, an outbreak of open war between humans and vampires seemed moments away. Maurice was the oldest, strongest, and fastest among them. The horrors Nikki and Reginald had seen on their mad dash from the mansion (two vampires shredding a dozen humans as if they were confetti, a human militia chasing an armless vampire with stakes and crossbows, an AVT regiment almost cornering them and turning UV lights in their direction) made the world unsafe outside the house’s walls… but also made protection inside the walls more necessary than ever. Someone had to go and find the codex, but someone else had to stay and protect those who remained. That honor fell to Brian — and to Maurice.
Reginald pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He’d brought his charger with him, but Claire had shown him how she could push power to it wherever he was (“how I can make the energy dance” was how she put it) and how she could similarly push signals between them even in the absence of a cellular network. He looked at the black brick, wishing he could use it now. But like everything else with Claire these days, she could only know what she specifically focused on, and that meant that while Claire could use her spooky powers to call Reginald any time, she could never know his intention and see if he wanted to call them .
He pocketed the phone, then leaned back and tried to sleep while the ocean raced by beneath them.
They landed in Luxembourg, then retraced the same path they’d taken the first time they’d visited the Chateau to meet Karl and the EU Vampire Council. Reginald felt deja vu the whole way. Nikki, seeming to sense his weighty mood, said nothing. He watched her, thinking yet again that when this was all over, he wanted to take some relaxing time to simply be with Nikki and appreciate her — if there was still a world left in which to appreciate her, that was.
The mood of their trip to Differdange could only be described as tense. Maurice’s human friend Jimbo, who ran the smuggling operation that sent them through customs in a shipping crate, had been uneasy. The human workers who unpacked them in Paris seemed nervous, or on edge, or both. When they walked through the Luxembourg train station, dozens of eyes watched Nikki with a sense of waiting. While Reginald didn’t look like a vampire, Nikki did. She was dark and supernaturally beautiful and moved like a cat, and the locals acted like they didn’t know for sure what she was… but that they had their suspicions. The only thing that saved them from outright attack, perhaps, was human shame. Until the world officially agreed that vampires were real, people simply felt too dumb about their fears to act.
In Luxembourg City, while they strolled the streets between trains, Reginald and Nikki passed human bodies that had been discarded and ignored, as if they were problems that would eventually go away on their own. They could smell smoke. The nighttime world felt like a pot waiting to boil.
Differdange, on the other hand, was (save the nude human corpse lying barely concealed in a hedge) empty and still. They walked to the Chateau without seeing anyone. Once they left the main street and started walking upward as the sky began to brighten in the east, they were alone.
Reginald missed a step, slipped his toe from its edge, and raked the front of his leg on the concrete. The flesh on the front of his leg opened in a long red friction burn.
“Shit,” he said, collapsing onto the step.
Nikki made sympathetic noises, then told him to grit his teeth until it healed and the pain went away.
“No,” said Reginald. “I mean, shit.”
The wound healed.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit. ”
“What?”
“It didn’t hurt. At all.”
“Awesome.”
Reginald, feeling both afraid and furious, grabbed a fist-sized rock from beside the steps and slammed it very hard onto his other hand, which he’d laid
Reginald pulled his cell phone from his pocket. He’d brought his charger with him, but Claire had shown him how she could push power to it wherever he was (“how I can make the energy dance” was how she put it) and how she could similarly push signals between them even in the absence of a cellular network. He looked at the black brick, wishing he could use it now. But like everything else with Claire these days, she could only know what she specifically focused on, and that meant that while Claire could use her spooky powers to call Reginald any time, she could never know his intention and see if he wanted to call them .
He pocketed the phone, then leaned back and tried to sleep while the ocean raced by beneath them.
They landed in Luxembourg, then retraced the same path they’d taken the first time they’d visited the Chateau to meet Karl and the EU Vampire Council. Reginald felt deja vu the whole way. Nikki, seeming to sense his weighty mood, said nothing. He watched her, thinking yet again that when this was all over, he wanted to take some relaxing time to simply be with Nikki and appreciate her — if there was still a world left in which to appreciate her, that was.
The mood of their trip to Differdange could only be described as tense. Maurice’s human friend Jimbo, who ran the smuggling operation that sent them through customs in a shipping crate, had been uneasy. The human workers who unpacked them in Paris seemed nervous, or on edge, or both. When they walked through the Luxembourg train station, dozens of eyes watched Nikki with a sense of waiting. While Reginald didn’t look like a vampire, Nikki did. She was dark and supernaturally beautiful and moved like a cat, and the locals acted like they didn’t know for sure what she was… but that they had their suspicions. The only thing that saved them from outright attack, perhaps, was human shame. Until the world officially agreed that vampires were real, people simply felt too dumb about their fears to act.
In Luxembourg City, while they strolled the streets between trains, Reginald and Nikki passed human bodies that had been discarded and ignored, as if they were problems that would eventually go away on their own. They could smell smoke. The nighttime world felt like a pot waiting to boil.
Differdange, on the other hand, was (save the nude human corpse lying barely concealed in a hedge) empty and still. They walked to the Chateau without seeing anyone. Once they left the main street and started walking upward as the sky began to brighten in the east, they were alone.
Reginald missed a step, slipped his toe from its edge, and raked the front of his leg on the concrete. The flesh on the front of his leg opened in a long red friction burn.
“Shit,” he said, collapsing onto the step.
Nikki made sympathetic noises, then told him to grit his teeth until it healed and the pain went away.
“No,” said Reginald. “I mean, shit.”
The wound healed.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit. ”
“What?”
“It didn’t hurt. At all.”
“Awesome.”
Reginald, feeling both afraid and furious, grabbed a fist-sized rock from beside the steps and slammed it very hard onto his other hand, which he’d laid
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