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Authors: Rick Gualtieri

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“You would have us release the great enemy of our people? How many more must fall by her hand to satisfy your mystics?”

“As many as are fated,” Gan replied coldly. Damn, she was the queen of the evil munchkins.

“She may have a point...”

“Not now, Theodora,” Alex said dismissively. “Perhaps, instead, a compromise. The Freewill and Icon are both here in front of us. Why not make them fight to the death right this moment?”

“The time is not right, and I think we are all aware of it,” Gan replied.

Judging by the continued discussion in the crowd, she wasn’t being dismissed out of hand. Vampires couldn’t harness the power of faith like humans, but many still needed something to believe in. Take away that belief and the results could be catastrophic. What Alex proposed was the vampire equivalent of the pope gathering the masses in the Vatican to announce he was jump-starting Armageddon to prove there was no God. Shit would undoubtedly get real at that juncture.

“What would the outcome serve, other than for our amusement?” she asked. “Would the Shining One’s victory save humanity? Would Dr. Death’s assure darkness? No. I say fate has decreed that the Icon and my beloved shall meet when...”


NO
!!”

All eyes immediately turned to the source of the compulsion. There wasn’t a lot of firepower behind it, but it didn’t need much to get the point across. Even a relatively weak vampire could use one as the equivalent of a psychic bullhorn.

I stood on tiptoes to see Farley standing in the now open portal that led out of here. What the fuck?

“What are you...” Alex started, as if speaking to a stupid child.

“No more!” Farley shouted out as the rest of his group took up positions on either side of the opening. “You have all followed the false Freewill for too long. I say he is nothing, an abomination to all we should hold dear. Drop to your knees and give praise to Vehron, the true Freewill of legend!”

O-kay. I hadn’t pegged Farley as either this crazy or stupid. Besides, hadn’t he and the others been mind-scrubbed?


ENOUGH!!
” Alex commanded. “
YOU WILL CEASE YOUR INSOLENCE THIS INSTANT!! APPROACH SO I MAY DECIDE YOUR PUNISHMENT!!

The compulsion rang out like thunder in the enclosed space. The entire room seemed to rumble with the power of it. Great, that’s all we needed now - to be buried alive under tons of rubble because Alex lost his temper.

Still, as badly screwed as Sheila and I might be, Farley was completely fucked because...

Except he wasn’t.

He stood his ground, looking as surprised as everyone else for a moment, but then he started to laugh. “Behold the impotence of your so-called leaders and know that the time of the First has ended.”

As confusion took hold of the crowd, most of them stunned that Alex’s compulsion had, impossibly enough, failed, shapes beyond Farley converged upon his location.

The blast doors that shielded this place were massive - built to withstand a nuclear attack. But open to the outside, they would offer us no protection against the horror about to descend upon us.

Farley glanced over his shoulder and turned back smiling - his fangs gleaming white, a stark contrast to the dark sea of living rock behind him.

“All hail Vehron! All hail Ib!”

 

Demilitarized Zone

“What the hell are those?” Sheila asked as the first of the invaders reached the door.

By then, it was too late to stop their advance. A couple of the creatures threw themselves into the massive hinges, acting as living doorstops. Any chance we had of sealing ourselves in against the onslaught was immediately lost.

“It’s the Jahabich,” I managed to say through my shock.

“What are...”

Whatever answer I may have had was immediately drowned out in the chaos. Dozens, maybe hundreds, of the rock monsters swarmed inside - cutting down the first few measures of resistance they met.

They separated into three columns as they advanced. Two branched out into the crowd on either side, while a third group charged straight forward.

The forces guarding us were slow to respond. Over a dozen were turned to dust in those first few seconds alone, their backs still to the threat.

It was only then I realized the foolishness on display. They’d been compelled to keep their eyes on us, believing us to be the primary threat. Even now, as the heavy club-arms of the Jahabich crushed the skulls of their comrades, they were finding it hard to break free of their orders and defend the room. Such was the arrogance of the First.

They’d undoubtedly thought no one would dare to attack them in one of their many strongholds. They’d assumed themselves safe from the Feet. They’d been right in that regard, but in doing so had completely underestimated another enemy - one apparently far more powerful than any of us would have guessed.

“Let’s go!” I cried. If my friends and I continued standing where we were, they’d mow us down. We needed to get to the far side of the room and figure out how to get the fuck out of this death trap.

I pushed Tom toward Christy. I’m sure he figured it was so he could watch out for her, although it was more the other way around. Ed, no dummy, followed them.

I grabbed Sheila’s arm to pull her along, risking a third degree burn if she misunderstood my actions. She took a step, then stumbled. Fuck! I’d forgotten her legs were shackled too. She’d no more be able to run than perform a
Karate Kid
crane kick.

“Sorry about this...please don’t kill me.” I bent down, put my arm around her midsection, and hauled her onto my shoulder - momentarily enjoying the sensation of grabbing her around the ass. Hey, when faced with certain death, one needs to take stock of the finer things in life.

Oof!
She was heavier than she looked. Wait...no, that wasn’t right. I was actually weaker than I should have been. I hadn’t realized it standing there while the legion of assholes judged me, but I was apparently running on a fraction of my normal strength thanks to my prolonged unplanned fast. Talk about irony. In the midst of a full-on ambush, I was actually feeling like my old, non-vampire self.

Oh well, this was no time to cry over spilled milk

“Whatever you do, do not flare up!” I shouted, then took off after my friends, trying to weave my way past the guards, who were finally starting to realize there was a greater enemy in the room.


STAND YOUR GROUND AND FIGHT
!!”

The command immediately knocked me right back to nearly where I’d started, almost causing me to drop Sheila in the process. Fucking compulsions!

At least Alex was now in the game. Strangely, I found that somewhat comforting. The asshole had been trying to fuck me over since day one, but let’s be realistic - having one of history’s greatest generals on your side against an invading army was not a prospect one refused.

“You really want to keep moving,” Sheila cried out from her vantage point, facing our rear.

Trust is important in relationships on a lot of different levels, not the least of which is when a loved one says, “Duck!” you do it without asking.

Suffice it to say, she didn’t need to tell me twice.

* * *

Tom, Ed, and Christy were waiting at the far end of the auditorium floor, directly below where the Draculas had been sitting. Knowing on which end their bread was buttered, both my roommates were frantically working to free Christy from her bonds - for all the good that did. Even rusty old metal was a deterrent for normal folk...but maybe not me.

I put Sheila down, copping another quick feel in the process - figuring I might never get another chance. Thankfully, she didn’t say anything or vaporize me, for that matter.

Her cuffs looked fairly new despite their odd coloring. At my current weakened level, I had no shot with them. Christy’s, though, were nice and weathered - apparently mage shackles were a vintage thing. I didn’t have a lot left in me, but hopefully I didn’t need much.

I pushed my roommates aside and grabbed hold of one of the manacles - putting everything I had left into it. Ugh! I was pretty sure I was about to pop something in my back, but finally the lock gave.

Bent over and breathing hard, I said, “I hope one is enough because I don’t think I can get the other.”

“Watch me,” she said with a smile. Darkness enveloped her free hand and she reached down to touch the intact cuff with it. A moment later, it fell to dust.

“Bill...”

The warning was unnecessary, though, as right then a guard yelled, “The prisoners are escaping!”
Gah!
What fucking idiots. Did they not see the bloodbath happening on the other end of the room? What? Did they think we were going to help those fucking rock monstrosities?

Hmm, actually, that probably
was
what they thought. Silly me.

“Her next.” I pointed toward Sheila. I wasn’t too proud to admit that our best bet for survival lay in the hands of our fairer-sexed friends. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of hiding behind them as guards were even now heading our way. “Tom, stay with Christy. Ed, any chance of you bleeding on them?”

“If they hit me enough times.”

“Good, go with that.” I might not be an ancient conqueror, but I could improvise with the best of them - sorta.

Fortunately, at least a few of the guards seemed to have brains in their heads. They stopped short - brandishing their weapons, but more or less just trying to make sure we didn’t escape.

Sadly, one yahoo was more overzealous than the rest. He charged in, silver stake raised. He was on me in a second, overpowering me with no problem whatsoever. I found myself on my back, both arms struggling to keep him from bringing the weapon down into my chest.

“Traitor,” he hissed.

“The fuck? There hasn’t been any verdict yet.”

“You pled guilty.”

Okay, he had me there. Sadly, I didn’t appear to have time to discuss how I was coerced into that situation. The tip of the stake inched ever closer to my chest.

And then he was gone - grabbed by the scruff of his neck and tossed backward like so much refuse. In his place stared down one of the few faces in the room I could honestly say I was glad to see.

“Dr. Death,” James greeted cordially before addressing the other guards. “The sanctuary of your leaders has been breached. Secure it at all costs.”

The troops didn’t waste any time questioning his orders. Rather than risk his wrath, they took off to engage the Jahabich. James watched them go, then offered me a hand.

“Um, thanks.” I took it and let him drag me to my feet since I wasn’t entirely sure I could make it up on my own.

As he pulled me up, his jacket swung open and I noticed the rather nasty looking knife - more a machete than anything - hanging from a sheath on his belt. He’d apparently upgraded since the fight in Boston. “I think you’re going to need that.”

“Sadly, such a weapon is not intended for the throats of our enemies.”

“Why not?”

“It is a ceremonial athame, meant for
other
purposes.” As if in answer to what was going to be my next question, his eyes traveled down to his missing arm.

Oh crap. Was he serious? My eyes opened wide at the implication. “What happened to you? I mean, are you all right?”

“I would think to ask that of you. Nevertheless, I am afraid our current circumstance does not allow for such pleasantries.” Without further ado, his fangs descended and he tore into the wrist of his intact arm with them, ripping open a vein. He then held the gushing appendage toward me. “Please feel free to indulge yourself.”

“Whoa, hold on...”

“Enough.” His tone was calm, but firm. “There are two things obvious to me in this chaos. The first is you are nearly out of your mind from hunger. The second is that we shall require all the help we can get.”

* * *

I was tempted to argue, but flashes of light in my periphery - more vampires biting the big one - told me I needed to save the arguments for another time. Hoping Sheila wasn’t watching, I grabbed hold of his wrist and brought it to my mouth. Talk about heavenly. Empty calories or not, vampire blood still tasted damn good to me. I dreaded the crash that would happen once it wore off, but for now, it did the trick.

The second the blood hit my stomach, my head cleared. Better yet, I could feel my body charging up to my normal levels and far beyond. Within seconds, I felt like a million bucks as my body’s healing amped up and fixed any residual injuries I might have had.

“Are you quite finished? We appear to be on a timetable here if we wish to survive.”

Oh crap. The problem with blood is that it’s sometimes easy to lose oneself in it. “Sorry, I’m good, thanks.”

“Excellent.” He stepped back, the wound on his wrist already starting to stitch itself closed. “Be mindful of yourself and your friends. This is dangerous ground.”

Before I could even voice my thanks, he was gone, leaping into the fray and sending fragments of rock flying wherever his fists landed. His warning was not lost upon me, though. There were so many potential knives that could be stuck in our backs from so many different sides that we would need eyes in the backs of our heads to survive even sixty seconds in this mess.

“Watch those hands, mister!”

I turned back to find Sheila, finally unshackled, scrambling up the stadium seating to the next level. Tom was helping give her a boost. I smiled, noting she hadn’t given me the same warning.

I didn’t need to question her objective. It was painfully obvious. Her sword still stood where Alex had sunk it into the floor.

Christy covered them, her body glowing an angry red and her eyes scanning for any enemies getting too close. Ed stood behind her, pointing out any spots where it looked like the Jahabich were getting ready to punch through.

“You got this?” I asked.

She nodded grimly. Judging by her mood, she was more than ready to dispense with some magical justice upon whoever was stupid enough to challenge her. Okay then, as long as it wasn’t me.

I looked up to see that Sheila had made it to the next level. Fortunately, the Draculas appeared to have vacated the premises, presumably to join in the fight, so ten thousand years’ worth of angry vamp didn’t immediately dogpile her.

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