The Coldest Girl in Coldtown (18 page)

Coming that close to death you get kissed.

—Debra Winger

W
inter came back with Gavriel, who was wound in chains and shuffling. Aidan and Midnight stood beside the vampire, helping him keep balance, while Winter dragged the garbage bags and suitcase that made up their luggage. With flamethrowers raised, guards marched the group into the little office. In the bright light, Tana could see that one of the guards was bigger than the other, with a spray of pimples across his chin. The second guard had the patchy peach fuzz beginnings of a blond mustache. They were no longer laughing. They looked alert, and shocked at having to be, as if it had been weeks since they’d seen any action and maybe months since they’d had to deal with a real vampire.

Gavriel had his head down, hair in his eyes, but when he saw her, he looked up and grinned as though he was having an enormously
good time. She studied him anew, the black T-shirt that pulled tight across his chest, the way his black jeans hung low on his hips, the steady gaze of his red eyes. Those clothes weren’t his, Tana realized. Those clothes didn’t quite fit him because they belonged to someone else—had probably been stolen from someone else. Probably someone dead. None of it was his.

Tana’s heart thudded dully. She thought of the necklace with the broken clasp resting at the bottom of her purse, of the random bills, and the new boots. How many people had he killed since he escaped from his cage?

The Thorn of Istra
, her mind supplied.
That’s the Thorn of Istra.

Lots. He’s killed lots and lots and lots.

Midnight was smiling, too, looping her arm through Aidan’s, as if they were going to a party. She tossed her blue hair, and Winter looked over at Tana, his lips pressed together as though he was biting back words.

The gray-haired clerk behind the desk took a plastic card from where it hung on a lanyard beneath her shirt. “I’ll swipe them into the holding rooms.”

“Who’s claiming the bounty on the vampire?” the pimple-faced guard asked.

“I guess me,” said Tana, half raising a hand as if she were in school. For a moment, she wondered what would happen if she named him, if she claimed the full bounty. It was a lot of money, enough to pay her sister’s way through community college. For catching the Thorn of Istra, they might even throw in the marker. Maybe she’d get her own TV show:
Teenage Bounty Hunter
. The thought made her smother a giddy laugh.

“Take her into number six,” the other guard told the gray-haired clerk.

“Where are you going to take—” Tana started.

“Worry not,” Gavriel said, a smile stretching his mouth as he reached for the door handle. “I like surprises.” He closed his eyes. Long, dark lashes dusted his cheeks as he stretched out his arms, the loosely wrapped chains falling to the floor with a loud clanking sound, his lean muscles thrown into sharp relief under the lights. He looked as if he was getting ready for a fight. He looked more tranquil than she’d ever seen him.

Well, so much for his appearing to be anyone’s prisoner.

Maybe what would happen if she named him was that he’d declare the ruse to be up and kill everyone, Tana included. Or maybe he’d just shrug a little ruefully and accept the betrayal. Neither was what she wanted.

As a kid, she’d occasionally wondered what it’d be like to meet a vampire that had been alive for a long time. She’d imagined it being like meeting a very old person, someone with a lot of experiences and a bunch of weird stories about walking around during the French Revolution. But spending time with Gavriel, she thought that every day since the one he’d died was not one where he aged, but rather one where he grew away from humanity. He didn’t seem older than he must have been when he died; just entirely stranger.

“This way,” a guard said in a trembling voice and nudged the ancient vampire with the butt of his flamethrower. Tana held her breath, but Gavriel did as he was told, disappearing through a doorway.

Tana was led in a different direction and then up in an elevator.
The clerk took her to a small, dirty tiled room where she sat on a worn wooden bench and waited a half hour, all alone. She thought about calling Pauline, about waking her up and telling her the truth, but her phone couldn’t get a signal. Finally, a new guard came, looking tired, his eyes bloodshot, as though he’d been pulled from his bed in the middle of the night. He smelled like nicotine and mouthwash. His thinning hair was combed over his bald spot and still damp, probably from a hasty shower.

“Okay,” he said, sitting down next to her. He had a pen tucked behind his ear and a clipboard. “There was a vampire attack. A bloodbath, up north. A bunch of kids are dead. You know anything about that?”

“I was there.” She thought he probably knew it already, since his expression didn’t change. It seemed impossible that only a little more than twenty-four hours had passed since those vampires had crawled through the window of Lance’s farmhouse, only ten hours since her leg got scraped by their teeth. “I’m lucky to be alive, and Aidan, well, that’s where he got infected, but I guess he’s still lucky not to be dead.”

Immediately, she worried that she shouldn’t have said anything about Aidan, but the guard was nodding as if she wasn’t saying anything not already in the report.

He nodded. “How about the other one?”

She started to answer, but then she thought of the crumpled piece of paper in her pocket and what Gavriel had said before they were stopped by the first guard.
Tell them you know me. That I’m like you, one of you. From the party.
Of course. He was hiding in plain sight—
that’s why he’d come with them, why he was helping them, because he was going to slip into Coldtown as just some newly turned vampire kid. He didn’t want anyone to know that he was the murderous legend from the Père-Lachaise Cemetery.

The image of him laughing, covered in blood, came to her again, unbidden, along with the way he’d grinned at her in front of the gate guards. Maybe killing everyone in this building was his idea of fun, but he’d come to Coldtown for some purpose. Some purpose that required that no one knew he was coming.

“Gavriel? He’s some private school kid who was at the party, got infected, drank some of my blood and turned. We didn’t know where else to go, so I drove them both down here.”

“It was their idea to turn themselves in?”

Tana nodded. “They don’t want to hurt anyone.” She wondered if she might be laying it on a little thick.

“And how about Jennifer and Jack Gan? They say they caught a ride with you from the Last Stop rest area.”

Tana smiled involuntarily at their names. They were just so… regular, so exactly the kind of names Midnight would despise. Knowing them felt like having a powerful secret.

“That’s right,” she said. “They seemed nice, and they have some message board connections, so they offered to help us to find a place to stay inside if I drove them.”

“And you’re making the same stupid mistake they are.” The guard frowned. “Kid, you’re in shock. You’ve got survivor’s guilt in spades. You shouldn’t be making any kind of big decisions right now. Why don’t we call your parents and get them to come and get you?
You can think about going into Coldtown later, if that’s what you really want.”

“I’m getting a marker, aren’t I?” Tana held her chin up. “It’s not like I can’t get out again.”

“Your friends are dead. I get it. I saw the pictures. It must have been awful. But those things out there—they might remember being human and they might ape being human, but they’re not human anymore. It’s supposed to be quarantine in there, but it’s closer to a zoo. Even with the marker, you’d have to take a blood test to be allowed to exit. No one infected leaves, under no circumstances. No infected and no leeches get out. Ever.
Even with a marker
. And there are lots of folks big enough and mean enough to jump you for that marker, too. There’s desperate people in there.”

“I know,” Tana said.

He cleared his throat, looking sad. “I got a daughter your age. Tell me why you want to go in. Give me one good reason and I’ll stop giving you shit.”

I’m probably infected
, she thought. That would shut him up. But she didn’t want to see the way he’d look at her once she said those words, as though she were already dead.

She took a deep breath. “It’s not so much that I want to go,” Tana said, trying to string together words that could tell some version of the truth, an honest answer she hadn’t even given herself. “No, that’s not right. There’s a part of me that does. My mom got bitten and here I am, following the path of what would have happened if she’d turned. I’m curious. I want to see.” She pulled up her sleeve, showing him the scar on her arm, the mottled and discolored skin, the uneven
flesh. “I guess that now that I’m here, I feel like I’ve been heading this way for a long time without knowing it.”

And that was all true. It wasn’t the whole story, but she hoped that it was enough to convince him that he couldn’t talk her out of going.

“Wait here,” the man said after a long moment. He stood up and went out the door, closing it hard behind him. She wondered if that was her psych evaluation. She’d heard something about one, about how you had to be sane enough to be able to say where you were going and why for the authorities to let you into a Coldtown. Back in the old days you had to have a driver’s license—suspended was okay—or a state-issued ID card saying you were over sixteen, but not anymore.

They made it easier and easier to give up your life so your neighbors could have the illusion of safety.

Tana sat in the little room, looked at her phone, and watched the minutes tick closer to dawn.

When the door opened, the gray-haired clerk from the front office was behind it.

“You carrying any contraband?” she asked, entering the room and patting Tana down the way airport security did if you set off the metal detector.

Tana wasn’t sure what the clerk would consider forbidden, but she wasn’t carrying much of anything. She shook her head. After a moment, the clerk nodded and handed her a small manila envelope with a band around it.

“There’s your marker and the paperwork that says you got the
exclusive bounty on one vampire.” The clerk turned and motioned for Tana to follow her. “Also, your de-registration materials. Got it?”

“So if I want to leave Coldtown, I just come back to the gates and present the marker?”

The clerk took a long look at Tana. “You’re never getting out, honey, so don’t you worry about it.”

That so unnerved her that she didn’t say anything else as they walked together down a short hallway. The clerk touched her key card to a plate near the door and it swung open. Midnight was there, leaning against the wall of another hallway, the straining garbage bag slung over her shoulder and a beat-up suitcase at her feet. Her blue hair was pushed back from her face, a streak of dye marking her ears. The skin around her eyes looked red and a little puffy, as though maybe she’d been crying.

“Both of you, go on through that door,” the woman said. “On the other side, there’s a camera halfway up the wall. Take turns looking up into it. It’s a retinal-scanning device.”

They did. The camera was only a small lens threaded through the concrete block walls. Tana stared up at it for a long moment until it flashed with a flare of light, then she walked deeper into the room. Once Midnight stepped in behind her, the door shut with a whooshing sound and then a metallic click. Airtight, Tana guessed. It had no knob or other means of opening from this side, not even a plate for a key card. She studied the room, noting the reinforced door frames and what she guessed was shatterproof glass set in the small windows at their centers. Unlike the run-down front office, this was serious business. For a moment, Tana wondered if the reason the clerk predicted
she wouldn’t make it out was that a dozen darts were about to shoot from the walls and kill her. But then there was another single, heavy click along the far wall, and the clerk’s voice floated down through hidden speakers.

“Please exit through the opposite door, which is now unlocked. You will be walking into a containment chamber inside the quarantined sector. Once you’re outside, wait for me to lower you down and unlock the gate. Then you will have three minutes to enter the city. If you do not enter the city willingly during the three-minute grace period, your entry will be accomplished by force.”

“Don’t worry!” Midnight yelled. “We can’t wait to get the hell out of here.”

Tana snorted and they shared an exhausted smile. Then she stepped up to the door on the opposite side and pushed, but at her touch the door opened onto a cage suspended high above Coldtown. For a moment, Tana just looked out in amazement. An open cell was in front of her, rocking gently back and forth, thick black bars on all sides but one, where it was attached to the wall with chains. Midnight stepped past her onto the platform, dumping her stuff on the floor and sinking down next to it.

“Come on,” Midnight said. “Are you afraid of heights?”

“I am now.” Tana took a deep breath and launched herself onto the platform. It swung a little unsteadily, causing Midnight to grab for the bars and look at Tana with wide eyes. Ignoring Midnight, she tried her best not to look over the side. They were at least four or five stories up, and she could see the tops of several buildings from their odd birdcage-like perch. Smoke rose in a few gray ribbons, and multicolored lights
pulsed inside what looked to have once been a church. It was a fallen landscape, the magnificent ruination of a city. Overhead, the sky was already lightening, the pale blue and gold of morning tinting the eastern portion, although bright stars still burned in the west.

Dawn was coming fast.

To the right-hand side, in back of the gate, bodies were being been laid out in a single, tidy row. Five rested there, most wound in stained sheets. Two boys were dragging a sixth body, spread out on a plastic tarp, into a place at the end. One of the boys looked up at them, but Tana couldn’t read his expression from so far away.