Morganville Vampires 11: Last Breath (38 page)

“What in the hell are you trying to sell me, kid? You really think I’m believing any of this?”

She shook her head. “You’re wasting your time here. All you’re doing is getting your people hurt, for nothing. Turn around. If you want a fight, the pool is where you’ll find it!”

He hesitated, frowning, and for a second she thought he might actually believe her … and then he said flatly, “Get off or get hurt. Your choice.”

He wasn’t going to listen, not to her. No matter what she said. Claire stepped to the back of the open bed of the truck, and jumped down as he advanced, looking as if he very much wanted to bury that knife in her.

Shane caught her, grabbed her hand, and dragged her off to the side before the yelling crowd caught up and swept past them. “Well,” he said, “I think we’ve found our way in. We just wait until they’re duking it out, but trust me, these Humans First types don’t have a lot of staying power or they’d have been at the gym with me before. I doubt Grandma Kent there is going to do a lot of damage.” He pointed at a gray-haired, hunched lady in a shawl, carrying what looked like a gardening tool. “It’s like Plants Versus Zombies, and I’m not rooting for the zombies, weirdly enough.”

Eve came off the curb and joined them, hefting the heavy equipment bag. “So let’s go,” she said. “Enough with the talking.”

And that, from Eve, was a sign of just how serious this had gotten.

 

 

The mob attacked the police line, and it wasn’t—as Shane had guessed—much of a fight, really. The cops shot the engines out of the trucks, and when the crowd swarmed in, they were met with nonlethal Tasers and some kind of beanbag guns. It looked painful, but Claire didn’t pause to watch, because Shane led them to a weak spot in the police line, and they got down and crawled under one of the SUVs, coming out on the other side behind the lines.

Then it was just a matter of sprinting for the town square.

Avoiding vampires was easy, because there weren’t any. Not a one out on the streets, or, once they’d climbed the closed wrought-iron fence, out on the gracious sidewalks of Founder’s Square. All of the square’s businesses were shuttered and dark. Even the streetlights seemed faint, as if they were in a power-saving mode.

There were still lights on in the big main building, with its giant marble columns and sweeping steps, and they headed that way.

“Okay,” Claire said as they stopped in the shadows of the trees, staring up at it. “Let me do the talking, please. And try not to do any fighting unless we have to.”

“Who, me?” Shane said, with a bitter twist to his smile. “I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

“I don’t think the two are exactly mutually exclusive as far as you’re concerned,” Claire said. “Promise?”

“I promise not to pound anybody who doesn’t need pounding,” Shane said. “That’s about the best you’re going to get out of me today. It’s been tough enough.”

Eve said quietly, “If somebody tells me we’re not going to get Michael out of this, then
I’ll
pound them. I mean it.”

“I know,” Claire said. “And I don’t mean to hold you back, but the less of that we do up front, the better. Amelie’s wired tight right now. Let’s not push too hard. We need her.”

“Need her for what?” said a cold, quiet voice from behind them.

Claire whipped around, and so did her friends, and there, standing in the shadows not five feet away, was Amelie.

She wasn’t sporting her usual entourage of guards, or hangers-on; she wasn’t even wearing one of her usual retro-sixties pale suits. She was dressed in a plain pair of blue jeans and a black shirt, and her soft golden hair was down and tied back in a ponytail.

She looked even younger than Claire.

“You were looking for me,” Amelie said. “Congratulations on your initiative; you’ve found me.”

“What are you doing out here?” Claire blurted; she hadn’t expected this, and wasn’t prepared. Shane was busy searching the darkness for approaching vampires; Amelie basically never went anywhere without some kind of überprotection, and this was … just strange.

Amelie wasn’t even listening to her, anyway. She was staring off into the distance. “Can you hear it?” she asked softly. “The singing. Always, they sing to us.” Shane and Claire exchanged glances, and he silently held out his earplugs toward Amelie. She snapped back into focus, and smiled. It was a bitter, sad thing. “That is neither sanitary nor useful, but I thank you for the gesture. We can’t resist the call, once it becomes loud enough; I have seen vampires pierce their eardrums to try to fight it, but it is only partly sound. The other part sings inside us, and we can’t rip that away so easily.”

“Amelie—we found them. We know where they are. Where they’re keeping the ones they take.” Claire expected that to spark … well, something. Some hint of actual
interest
.

But Amelie just went back to staring into the distance, with that calm, neutral expression on her face. “We can always find them, Claire. That isn’t the issue. When their numbers are great enough, they sing, and we are called. It always starts slowly, with only one or two, but they grow in numbers the more they feed. Soon, their call will be so strong no one can resist if they remain here. Not even the humans. They prefer us, because we last longer, but humans are food to them as well.”

“So that’s it?” Shane said, and stepped forward. Amelie’s attention snapped back to him, although she didn’t move. “You’re just giving up? Letting them have this town? Have
us
? What about Michael? What about Oliver and the others? You just … walk away?”

“No,” she said. “No, I
run
, boy, and if you have a brain in your thick head, you will run as well. Stay here, and they will have you. I’ve fought the draug before. The vampires fought them for centuries, and lost, and lost, as the draug spread like a disease. They live in the seas, the rivers, the streams, the lakes. Why do you think we moved
here
, where there is so little chance for them to survive?” Overhead, the thick clouds gave out a rumble of thunder, and Amelie looked up and laughed. It sounded wild and uncontrolled. “But now they have adapted, and found their own way to travel. They came with the rain. And where can we go now, that the rain doesn’t find us?”

Eve said, “If they’re everywhere, why don’t they prey on humans? Why haven’t we heard of them?”

“You have, in the stories of mermaids and sirens luring the unwary and drowning them,” Amelie said. She walked over to a nearby tree and put her back against it. “But human blood can’t sustain them completely. When their real prey disappears, the draug die off, you see, except for one, the master, who will go in search. Once he finds vampires to hunt, he will create others of his kind. They need water to breed, but that’s easily found. Even here, in this dry place.” She sat down, folded her knees up close to her chest, and leaned back against the sturdy, thick bark. “Living things need water. We prey on the living. And the draug in turn prey on us, all too well.” She paused, watching them with those cool gray eyes, still pale even in the dim light. “You think I’m a coward.”

“I think if you love something, you fight for it,” Shane said. “It’s always been my theory, anyway.”

“And you think I love Morganville.”

“You’ve put a lot of time into it,” Claire said. “And you care. I know you care, not just about the vampires but about the humans, too.” She took a deep breath and made a gamble. “And you care about Oliver.”

Those cool eyes narrowed, just a little. “Why should I? He’s been a thorn in my side for several hundred years, and a relentless critic of everything I do here.”

Claire shrugged. “I never said it made sense. But you care. I saw him, Amelie. I saw him down in that water. I saw
Michael
… .” Her voice shook, and she had to stop, because the memory was too awful, too personal. “I went into that place so I could come back and tell you that they’re still alive. That you can still save them.”

“You think too well of me.” The vampire Founder of Morganville stood up suddenly, the way vampires do. “You can destroy the draug easily enough; they have little strength on their own, until they capture your mind with theirs. But you can never defeat their master. He’s survived longer than vampire memory can stretch. And he always, always comes back. What would you have me do? All the vampires left in the world are in danger! Should I risk them to save a few?”

“Yeah,” Shane said. “Because that’s how it works. You save the people you love, no matter what it costs you. If you don’t—” And at his pause, Claire knew he was thinking about his mom, his sister, his father. “If you don’t, you never forgive yourself. You said it yourself—the draug keep coming back. When are you going to throw it down and stop running?”

“When I can win,” Amelie said. “And that is not here, and it is not now. A good general knows when to avoid a battle as much as wage one.”

Claire gave her a long, steady look, and said, “Then never mind. I thought you were serious about saving people, but you’re not. You’re weak. And you’re a loser already. There’s no point in avoiding the battle because it’s already over.” She turned her back on Amelie and slapped Shane and Eve on the shoulders. “Come on. This is a total waste of time. At least the humans around here are spoiling for a fight. Let’s go talk to Captain Obvious.” She glanced back at Amelie, who hadn’t moved. It had been a last shot, and not too likely to work, but Claire still felt bad that she’d missed.

Amelie really wasn’t going to do
anything
to stop this.

The three of them made it almost ten feet before Amelie said, in a quietly resigned voice, “Maybe it is the time. Maybe there’s no point now in running. So few of us will make it, and the world—the world is much harder, today. Humans more powerful. We are hemmed in by enemies. Maybe it’s time to fight, after all.”

The relief was so intense that Claire almost stumbled. She got hold of herself and slowly turned around. Amelie was on her feet again, hands behind her back. Not exactly Action Figure Amelie, but at least she wasn’t just … sitting.

“You said the draug are feeding on those they take. I’m just guessing, but it isn’t like vampires, right? They don’t make their victims like themselves?”
Please tell me Michael isn’t becoming one of … those things.

“Draug biology, if you can stretch science that far, works differently,” Amelie said. “They draw the blood and life from their victims, and it fuels their reproduction, which is more akin to bacteria than to what either of our kind do. A master draug splits himself into two, and then those two may do the same, given enough nourishment.”

“And the ones in the pool?” Shane asked. “They’re not dead, right?”

“No. Draug prefer their prey living. Water weighs us down, saps us of strength, and it is their stronghold. They will feed on a trapped vampire for weeks, if not months, before they discard him. Humans don’t last so long.” She was silent for a moment before she asked, “How many did you see in this place?”

“Vampires? Maybe twenty in the pool,” Shane said. “A few humans but—I don’t think they were alive down there.”

“Twenty vampires means that he has spawned at least a hundred of his own.”

“Well, if it helps, we killed—” Eve consulted with Shane, whispering fast, and then said, “Maybe ten?”

“A good start, but hardly enough.” Amelie suddenly smiled, and turned her head slightly to the right. “You may come out now, if you have anything useful to add.”

Claire hadn’t had any idea another vampire had been watching them, until Myrnin moved; he’d blended completely into the shadows, which was really odd, because he was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with surfers on it, a pair of ragged blue jeans, and flip-flops.

And sunglasses. Shiny wraparound sunglasses.

“You’ve described the problem accurately enough,” Myrnin said.

“And did you bring what I asked?”

“I’m insane, not forgetful.” Myrnin took off the glasses and stuck them up on top of his head. “I thought you were leaving.”

“I don’t believe that I’m quite ready yet,” Amelie replied. She was looking at him very oddly. “What, pray, are you wearing?”

“I thought I might go to the pool,” he said. “And I thought I would wear something appropriate. What are
you
wearing?”

“You knew,” Claire said. “You already knew about the pool.”

“I suspected,” Myrnin said. “I measured their singing and found the largest likely source of water they could use at its center. It is excellent to have a confirmation before I proceeded.”

“You,” Amelie said. “
You
were going. Alone.”

“I would have asked you before I did,” Myrnin said. “But I’m done with running, Amelie. And I’m quite fond of my lab. I’m not willing to leave it. Besides, Bob’s still in his tank. I can’t just abandon him.”

“You were going to fight them.” Amelie couldn’t seem to wrap her head around it. “You.”

He shrugged. “It would be a logical thing to do; taking his food supply of those trapped will stop the reproductive cycle. It will slow him down, and we
need
to slow him down. He’s gotten much too powerful, too fast, for us to make a safe evacuation. That’s become all too clear.”

“You shame me,” Amelie said quietly. “You all do.”

Myrnin bowed to her, just slightly. “I’m ever at your service, dear lady. But from time to time, I think you value our lives a bit too much. It’s time to stand. I think you see it now.”

“Myrnin—Amelie said you couldn’t resist the call of the draug,” Claire said. “How do you plan on getting close to them?”

Myrnin reached back into the shadows and pulled out a backpack. It looked, Claire thought, familiar, like—“Wait!” she blurted. “Is that mine?”

“Don’t worry, I took your books out first,” Myrnin said. “Very useful, these backpacker things.”

“Backpacks.
”

He shrugged. “In any case.” He smiled at her, a genuine expression of warmth, and said, “I’m very glad you’re all right, Claire.”