Black Howl
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“Why didn’t they take yours as well?” I asked.
“Amarantha and Focalor had some other intention for me. They would not reveal it. But they did force me to watch as they tore the first memories from our cubs.”
“What are they doing with the memories?” I asked.
“They’re selling them,” Wade said. “To vampires.”
“Selling them?” I said blankly. “Why?”
“Human sensation is like a drug to these creatures. They feed off it. When a vampire kills a human he experiences all the moments of that human’s life before death. Many vampires become addicted to the thrill of memory. But it is impractical to kill humans all the time.”
“It attracts too much attention,” I said.
“And depletes your food supply,” added Beezle.
“So Amarantha and Focalor decided to get together and sell memories to vampires? How did they come up with the technology for extracting the memories in the first place?” I asked.
Wade shook his head. “This I do not know. There is a third party in this game. Whoever that is presented the technology to Amarantha.”
“Awesome,” I said. “There’s an unknown factor running around.”
“Madeline,” Gabriel murmured. “I know that it is important to find the source of these problems, but do you not think we should return Wade to his pack? They have been grieving for their alpha.”
I rubbed my face, tired beyond comprehension. “Right. Return Wade to pack.”
“Jude is going to grind his teeth to dust when you bring Wade back,” Beezle predicted. “He didn’t believe you.”
“Believe what?” Wade asked.
“Maddy promised to bring you back,” Beezle said, landing on my shoulder as I got to my feet.
Wade grinned. “That is why I told Jude to go to her if I went missing. Madeline’s loyalty is her finest quality.”
My cheeks reddened as everyone looked at me. “Don’t we have somewhere to be?”
Gabriel touched my cheek. “You should not be embarrassed. Everyone here knows that you would fight to the death for them. It is why we put our own lives in peril when you ask. It is why the Grigori fear you, why Lucifer wants so badly to collect you.”
“Because she’s stubborn?” Beezle said. “I never really considered that a positive quality.”
That’s because when you want a doughnut and she says no, you know you’ll never get it, Samiel signed.
“I’m more stubborn that she is,” Beezle said. “If it’s one thing gargoyles know how to do, it’s outlast.”
“Ooookay,” I said, very uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. I didn’t want any more discussions of my qualities while I could hear them. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
I turned away in the direction of the portal, but not before I saw them all smile at one another, like they knew something I did not.
I crashed into bed when we finally got home. It was midday, but the sky looked like it was threatening snow so my bedroom was pleasantly dark. Gabriel kissed my cheek and then I conked out.
When I woke up I was painfully aware of the fact that I had slept unwashed and in my clothes. I rolled to my feet and wandered over to the window. Snow had fallen while I slept—a great deal of it. The rain barrel in my backyard was covered to about half its height, and the snow was still coming down. It looked like we were having a genuine Chicago blizzard.
I stripped out of my clothes and went for the bathroom, wondering vaguely where everyone was. The bathroom door opened just as I finished shampooing all the gunk out of my hair.
“Gabriel?” I called.
“Yes,” he said, and pulled aside the shower curtain.
He stepped inside, and I looked up at him. His eyes were burning.
“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before,” I said, smoothing my hands over his shoulders.
“Neither have I,” he replied, and he kissed me. “But I think we can figure out what to do.”
“I think we need to burn those sheets,” I said as we got dressed in the bedroom a little while later. “We’ll never be able to get the spider goop out of them.”
Gabriel gave the sheets a critical look. “You may be correct. The spider ichor seems to be very…persistent.”
“And very smelly,” Beezle said as he flew into the bedroom and landed on the dresser.
I pulled my sweater over my head and glared at him. “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”
“That is a concept with which I am unfamiliar,” Beezle said.
“Newlyweds usually enjoy being alone,” I said pointedly.
“Gargoyles usually enjoy being fed in a timely manner,” he replied.
“Go bother Samiel,” I said.
“I’ve been bothering him all morning. It’s your turn,” Beezle said.
“Your cell phone is ringing,” Gabriel said, cutting in.
I kicked around in the pile of filthy clothes on the floor until I found my peacoat. The phone was in the inside pocket, and I had to very carefully unfold the jacket to get at it without getting dirty again.
I glanced at the caller ID. “What’s up, J.B.?”
“You need to get downtown as soon as you can,” he said, and there was suppressed excitement in his voice. “I think Chloe’s figured out a way to cure the victims, but I need your help first.”
“We’ll be there soon,” I promised, and clicked off.
I told the other two what J.B. said.
“We can go as soon as I get fed,” Beezle said.
“Why are you coming?”
“Because I was there when you found the cubs, and I want to see them fixed,” Beezle said.
Sometimes I don’t think I give Beezle enough credit.
A couple of hours later the four of us—me, Samiel, Gabriel and Beezle—had passed through security and were on our way to the basement room where Chloe worked on the machines. When we arrived we found Wade and Jude were already there with J.B.
“En Taro Adun, Madeline Black!” Wade said.
Jude grunted at me. He had been thrilled to see that Wade was alive, but he had been less pleased that I had been the author of Wade’s escape from Amarantha. Jude still had trouble comprehending that I was not Lucifer.
We all crowded into the small room. Chloe looked less than pleased to have so many people in her space—that was, until she saw Samiel.
“Well, helllllo,” she said, giving him the up-and-down.
Samiel looked slightly panicked.
“Quit messing around, Chloe,” J.B. said. “Show them.”
Chloe lifted one of the machines from the pile on the table. “So, it’s been pretty well established that what’s being stored in these machines are memories. What I couldn’t figure out was how the memories were being extracted and then manipulated. It was clear after a while that the solution was part mechanical and part magical.”
“There is a spell embedded in the machine?” Gabriel asked.
“Exactly,” Chloe said, and winked at him. I got the feeling that she enjoyed flirting and that she wasn’t particularly discriminatory.
“The spell uses the eye scanner on each machine to extract the memories. Once they are removed the memories are embedded in this chip,” she said, pointing to a tiny computer chip. “It seems, from what Wade told us, that the chips are then taken out of the machines and put in some kind of virtual reality headset that is probably also enspelled. It would actually help us to have one of those headsets so I can see how the spell operates, which is why you’re here.”
I looked at J.B. “How are we supposed to track down one of the headsets?”
“We’ve got a line on the location of a vampire nest,” J.B. said.
“Didn’t we do something incredibly stupid yesterday?” Beezle complained.
“I think I may have broken down the components of the spell enough that we can rebuild it to work in reverse if I can get this final piece. But it’s going to take time—a lot of it. First we have to match the correct camera to the correct person. We’ll have to remove the magic embedded in each machine, carefully rebuild the spell, and then…”
“The only way to test if it will work is to try a machine on a person,” J.B. said, and looked at me. “At least you had the unbelievable foresight to collect all the cameras. With those we can actually restore the right memories to the right person.”
I did not like the sound of trying out this sketchy process on a person without some other kind of testing first.
“What if we kill the victims when we’re trying to restore their memories?” I asked.
“Could it really be worse than they are now?” J.B. asked. “They don’t know where they are. They don’t know anything except that they’ve been taken from the machine. Most of them have screamed themselves hoarse. We had to pad the walls so that they don’t kill themselves walking into solid objects.”
“Madeline was able to make the cubs obey her commands,” Gabriel said. “Why not have her attempt the same with the other victims? At the very least we could prevent them from harming themselves further.”
Wade cleared his throat. “I am not certain that will work. When we were taken, I instructed the cubs to follow Madeline Black if she arrived to rescue them. I told them to listen to her and do exactly as she says.”
“So…even though the cubs were completely damaged, they still followed Maddy and listened to her because you said so?” Beezle asked.
“The power of an alpha over his pack is absolute,” Wade said.
I’d never realized before how strong the magic bond was in a wolf pack. There was something so earthy about the wolves that it was easy to forget they were supernatural at all. Even their shift from human to wolf form seemed natural.
“So that’s out,” I said. “I can’t help the victims here because they weren’t instructed by Wade to do what I said.”
“Amarantha and Focalor had some other intention for me. They would not reveal it. But they did force me to watch as they tore the first memories from our cubs.”
“What are they doing with the memories?” I asked.
“They’re selling them,” Wade said. “To vampires.”
“Selling them?” I said blankly. “Why?”
“Human sensation is like a drug to these creatures. They feed off it. When a vampire kills a human he experiences all the moments of that human’s life before death. Many vampires become addicted to the thrill of memory. But it is impractical to kill humans all the time.”
“It attracts too much attention,” I said.
“And depletes your food supply,” added Beezle.
“So Amarantha and Focalor decided to get together and sell memories to vampires? How did they come up with the technology for extracting the memories in the first place?” I asked.
Wade shook his head. “This I do not know. There is a third party in this game. Whoever that is presented the technology to Amarantha.”
“Awesome,” I said. “There’s an unknown factor running around.”
“Madeline,” Gabriel murmured. “I know that it is important to find the source of these problems, but do you not think we should return Wade to his pack? They have been grieving for their alpha.”
I rubbed my face, tired beyond comprehension. “Right. Return Wade to pack.”
“Jude is going to grind his teeth to dust when you bring Wade back,” Beezle predicted. “He didn’t believe you.”
“Believe what?” Wade asked.
“Maddy promised to bring you back,” Beezle said, landing on my shoulder as I got to my feet.
Wade grinned. “That is why I told Jude to go to her if I went missing. Madeline’s loyalty is her finest quality.”
My cheeks reddened as everyone looked at me. “Don’t we have somewhere to be?”
Gabriel touched my cheek. “You should not be embarrassed. Everyone here knows that you would fight to the death for them. It is why we put our own lives in peril when you ask. It is why the Grigori fear you, why Lucifer wants so badly to collect you.”
“Because she’s stubborn?” Beezle said. “I never really considered that a positive quality.”
That’s because when you want a doughnut and she says no, you know you’ll never get it, Samiel signed.
“I’m more stubborn that she is,” Beezle said. “If it’s one thing gargoyles know how to do, it’s outlast.”
“Ooookay,” I said, very uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. I didn’t want any more discussions of my qualities while I could hear them. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
I turned away in the direction of the portal, but not before I saw them all smile at one another, like they knew something I did not.
I crashed into bed when we finally got home. It was midday, but the sky looked like it was threatening snow so my bedroom was pleasantly dark. Gabriel kissed my cheek and then I conked out.
When I woke up I was painfully aware of the fact that I had slept unwashed and in my clothes. I rolled to my feet and wandered over to the window. Snow had fallen while I slept—a great deal of it. The rain barrel in my backyard was covered to about half its height, and the snow was still coming down. It looked like we were having a genuine Chicago blizzard.
I stripped out of my clothes and went for the bathroom, wondering vaguely where everyone was. The bathroom door opened just as I finished shampooing all the gunk out of my hair.
“Gabriel?” I called.
“Yes,” he said, and pulled aside the shower curtain.
He stepped inside, and I looked up at him. His eyes were burning.
“I’ve never taken a shower with anyone before,” I said, smoothing my hands over his shoulders.
“Neither have I,” he replied, and he kissed me. “But I think we can figure out what to do.”
“I think we need to burn those sheets,” I said as we got dressed in the bedroom a little while later. “We’ll never be able to get the spider goop out of them.”
Gabriel gave the sheets a critical look. “You may be correct. The spider ichor seems to be very…persistent.”
“And very smelly,” Beezle said as he flew into the bedroom and landed on the dresser.
I pulled my sweater over my head and glared at him. “Haven’t you ever heard of privacy?”
“That is a concept with which I am unfamiliar,” Beezle said.
“Newlyweds usually enjoy being alone,” I said pointedly.
“Gargoyles usually enjoy being fed in a timely manner,” he replied.
“Go bother Samiel,” I said.
“I’ve been bothering him all morning. It’s your turn,” Beezle said.
“Your cell phone is ringing,” Gabriel said, cutting in.
I kicked around in the pile of filthy clothes on the floor until I found my peacoat. The phone was in the inside pocket, and I had to very carefully unfold the jacket to get at it without getting dirty again.
I glanced at the caller ID. “What’s up, J.B.?”
“You need to get downtown as soon as you can,” he said, and there was suppressed excitement in his voice. “I think Chloe’s figured out a way to cure the victims, but I need your help first.”
“We’ll be there soon,” I promised, and clicked off.
I told the other two what J.B. said.
“We can go as soon as I get fed,” Beezle said.
“Why are you coming?”
“Because I was there when you found the cubs, and I want to see them fixed,” Beezle said.
Sometimes I don’t think I give Beezle enough credit.
A couple of hours later the four of us—me, Samiel, Gabriel and Beezle—had passed through security and were on our way to the basement room where Chloe worked on the machines. When we arrived we found Wade and Jude were already there with J.B.
“En Taro Adun, Madeline Black!” Wade said.
Jude grunted at me. He had been thrilled to see that Wade was alive, but he had been less pleased that I had been the author of Wade’s escape from Amarantha. Jude still had trouble comprehending that I was not Lucifer.
We all crowded into the small room. Chloe looked less than pleased to have so many people in her space—that was, until she saw Samiel.
“Well, helllllo,” she said, giving him the up-and-down.
Samiel looked slightly panicked.
“Quit messing around, Chloe,” J.B. said. “Show them.”
Chloe lifted one of the machines from the pile on the table. “So, it’s been pretty well established that what’s being stored in these machines are memories. What I couldn’t figure out was how the memories were being extracted and then manipulated. It was clear after a while that the solution was part mechanical and part magical.”
“There is a spell embedded in the machine?” Gabriel asked.
“Exactly,” Chloe said, and winked at him. I got the feeling that she enjoyed flirting and that she wasn’t particularly discriminatory.
“The spell uses the eye scanner on each machine to extract the memories. Once they are removed the memories are embedded in this chip,” she said, pointing to a tiny computer chip. “It seems, from what Wade told us, that the chips are then taken out of the machines and put in some kind of virtual reality headset that is probably also enspelled. It would actually help us to have one of those headsets so I can see how the spell operates, which is why you’re here.”
I looked at J.B. “How are we supposed to track down one of the headsets?”
“We’ve got a line on the location of a vampire nest,” J.B. said.
“Didn’t we do something incredibly stupid yesterday?” Beezle complained.
“I think I may have broken down the components of the spell enough that we can rebuild it to work in reverse if I can get this final piece. But it’s going to take time—a lot of it. First we have to match the correct camera to the correct person. We’ll have to remove the magic embedded in each machine, carefully rebuild the spell, and then…”
“The only way to test if it will work is to try a machine on a person,” J.B. said, and looked at me. “At least you had the unbelievable foresight to collect all the cameras. With those we can actually restore the right memories to the right person.”
I did not like the sound of trying out this sketchy process on a person without some other kind of testing first.
“What if we kill the victims when we’re trying to restore their memories?” I asked.
“Could it really be worse than they are now?” J.B. asked. “They don’t know where they are. They don’t know anything except that they’ve been taken from the machine. Most of them have screamed themselves hoarse. We had to pad the walls so that they don’t kill themselves walking into solid objects.”
“Madeline was able to make the cubs obey her commands,” Gabriel said. “Why not have her attempt the same with the other victims? At the very least we could prevent them from harming themselves further.”
Wade cleared his throat. “I am not certain that will work. When we were taken, I instructed the cubs to follow Madeline Black if she arrived to rescue them. I told them to listen to her and do exactly as she says.”
“So…even though the cubs were completely damaged, they still followed Maddy and listened to her because you said so?” Beezle asked.
“The power of an alpha over his pack is absolute,” Wade said.
I’d never realized before how strong the magic bond was in a wolf pack. There was something so earthy about the wolves that it was easy to forget they were supernatural at all. Even their shift from human to wolf form seemed natural.
“So that’s out,” I said. “I can’t help the victims here because they weren’t instructed by Wade to do what I said.”
