Bloodfever
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Polar opposites, he murmured. I wonder
Wonder what?
Dilute the opposite, would it still repel?
I dont see any way to dilute the power of the book, Barrons, and I just dont see myself getting that much stronger.
He waited for my brain to catch up.
I scowled. You mean dilute me? Make me a little evil so maybe the book would let me near? What good would that do? Then Id be evil and Id get an evil book and Id probably do evil things with it. Wed win the battle to lose the war.
Perhaps, Ms. Lane, you and I are fighting different wars.
If he thought becoming evil was a solution, not a problem, he was right, we were.
THIRTEEN
W hat the feck is going on in your back alley?
I glanced up. Dani stood in the doorway of the bookstore with the early afternoon sunlight gilding her auburn curls, bathing her delicate features in light. A sprightly slip of a girl, she was wearing a uniform of light green trousers with a white and green pinstriped poplin shirt, emblazoned on the pocket with a shamrock and the letters PHI. She looked cute and sweet and innocent, and I knew better. I didnt know which startled me more: her presence, or the sunshine. Both had crept up on me while Id been reading, absorbed in the days news.
I returned my attention to the gruesome story. A man had killed his entire familywife, kids, stepkids, even their dogthen driven his car halfway across town, straight into a concrete bridge abutment at eighty miles an hour, not far from where Barrons and I had been last night. According to friends, neighbors, and coworkers, no one could explain it. Hed been a loving husband, an excellent employee at the local credit union, and a model father whod regularly made time for his childrens sporting and academic events. You want to cuss, Dani, I told her, do it around someone else.
Feck you, she retorted.
Real mature there, I said, without looking up. Trying on adulthood by cussing. You and a gazillion other teens. Do something original. Back home, Id rarely read anything other than the Sunday paper, specifically the lifestyle and fashion sections. Had crimes like these always been going on, and Id just never noticed? Had I been so criminally oblivious?
Dani wheeled her bike in the door. I dont have to do something original, I am original. She hesitated. So, whats going on out back?
I shrugged. You mean the cars? No clue. I wasnt about to admit to someone who was plugged into the sidhe-seer community that Id stolen a Fae Hallow and in the process gotten sixteen humans killed. Id been reading up on the paranormal and it appeared there was a golden rule: Harm no innocents, and humanssomehow seemed to unilaterally get accorded that status, an irony heavily underscored by the newspaper I was reading.
No. I meant the half-wiped Grug.
Grug?
She described it, what was left of it. I call them Rhino-boys. I dropped the paper. Theres one out back, half eaten?
She nodded and her lips quirked. Rhino-boys, I get that. Theyre gray and lumpy and make that funny noise in the back of their throats.
Is Grug their Unseelie caste name? Was this true sidhe-seer lore? I was starving for it. I wanted explanations, rules. I wanted someone to take my life and make sense out of it. I wanted a Sidhe-Seer Compendium.
She shrugged. We dont know squat about the Unseelie. Its just what we call them. I like your name better. So, you gonna finish it off, or do you get off on torturing em? What do you do with the other parts? Keep em in a jar or something? She glanced around, looking for those jars with an expression that said simultaneously Im so bored and Hey, way cool.
Oh, God, you think INo, Dani, I dont get off on torturing them! I didnt know it was out there. It bothered me immensely that something big and bad enough to eat Unseelie had been nearby, and Id not even known it. It bothered me more that Dani thought I was so twisted. Who was this kids role model? Where did she get her ideas? TV? Video games? Kids these days seem both dangerously impressionable and dangerously desensitized, as if their lives have somehow assumed comic book proportions, ergo, comic book relevanceor a complete lack thereof. If I had to read about one more group of teenage boys killing a homeless person and saying, I dont know why we did it, it was likehey, you knowthat Internet game we play, I was going to start stabbing humans with my spear, golden rule be damned. Did you kill it? I asked.
With what? She poked out a slim hip. You see a sword tucked into this uniform? Strapped on my bike somewhere?
A sword? I blinked. Surely she didnt mean the sword. You mean the Seelie Hallow, the sword of light? Id read about it in my research; it was the only other weapon capable of killing Fae. Thats what youve been getting your forty-seven kills with? You have it?
She gave me a smug look.
How on earth did you get it? According to the last book Id read, it had been in the custody of the Seelie Queen herself!
The smug look faded a little.
I narrowed my eyes. Rowena gave it to you. From her crestfallen expression, I continued guessing, And she keeps it, and doesnt let you carry it much, does she?
Wonder what?
Dilute the opposite, would it still repel?
I dont see any way to dilute the power of the book, Barrons, and I just dont see myself getting that much stronger.
He waited for my brain to catch up.
I scowled. You mean dilute me? Make me a little evil so maybe the book would let me near? What good would that do? Then Id be evil and Id get an evil book and Id probably do evil things with it. Wed win the battle to lose the war.
Perhaps, Ms. Lane, you and I are fighting different wars.
If he thought becoming evil was a solution, not a problem, he was right, we were.
THIRTEEN
W hat the feck is going on in your back alley?
I glanced up. Dani stood in the doorway of the bookstore with the early afternoon sunlight gilding her auburn curls, bathing her delicate features in light. A sprightly slip of a girl, she was wearing a uniform of light green trousers with a white and green pinstriped poplin shirt, emblazoned on the pocket with a shamrock and the letters PHI. She looked cute and sweet and innocent, and I knew better. I didnt know which startled me more: her presence, or the sunshine. Both had crept up on me while Id been reading, absorbed in the days news.
I returned my attention to the gruesome story. A man had killed his entire familywife, kids, stepkids, even their dogthen driven his car halfway across town, straight into a concrete bridge abutment at eighty miles an hour, not far from where Barrons and I had been last night. According to friends, neighbors, and coworkers, no one could explain it. Hed been a loving husband, an excellent employee at the local credit union, and a model father whod regularly made time for his childrens sporting and academic events. You want to cuss, Dani, I told her, do it around someone else.
Feck you, she retorted.
Real mature there, I said, without looking up. Trying on adulthood by cussing. You and a gazillion other teens. Do something original. Back home, Id rarely read anything other than the Sunday paper, specifically the lifestyle and fashion sections. Had crimes like these always been going on, and Id just never noticed? Had I been so criminally oblivious?
Dani wheeled her bike in the door. I dont have to do something original, I am original. She hesitated. So, whats going on out back?
I shrugged. You mean the cars? No clue. I wasnt about to admit to someone who was plugged into the sidhe-seer community that Id stolen a Fae Hallow and in the process gotten sixteen humans killed. Id been reading up on the paranormal and it appeared there was a golden rule: Harm no innocents, and humanssomehow seemed to unilaterally get accorded that status, an irony heavily underscored by the newspaper I was reading.
No. I meant the half-wiped Grug.
Grug?
She described it, what was left of it. I call them Rhino-boys. I dropped the paper. Theres one out back, half eaten?
She nodded and her lips quirked. Rhino-boys, I get that. Theyre gray and lumpy and make that funny noise in the back of their throats.
Is Grug their Unseelie caste name? Was this true sidhe-seer lore? I was starving for it. I wanted explanations, rules. I wanted someone to take my life and make sense out of it. I wanted a Sidhe-Seer Compendium.
She shrugged. We dont know squat about the Unseelie. Its just what we call them. I like your name better. So, you gonna finish it off, or do you get off on torturing em? What do you do with the other parts? Keep em in a jar or something? She glanced around, looking for those jars with an expression that said simultaneously Im so bored and Hey, way cool.
Oh, God, you think INo, Dani, I dont get off on torturing them! I didnt know it was out there. It bothered me immensely that something big and bad enough to eat Unseelie had been nearby, and Id not even known it. It bothered me more that Dani thought I was so twisted. Who was this kids role model? Where did she get her ideas? TV? Video games? Kids these days seem both dangerously impressionable and dangerously desensitized, as if their lives have somehow assumed comic book proportions, ergo, comic book relevanceor a complete lack thereof. If I had to read about one more group of teenage boys killing a homeless person and saying, I dont know why we did it, it was likehey, you knowthat Internet game we play, I was going to start stabbing humans with my spear, golden rule be damned. Did you kill it? I asked.
With what? She poked out a slim hip. You see a sword tucked into this uniform? Strapped on my bike somewhere?
A sword? I blinked. Surely she didnt mean the sword. You mean the Seelie Hallow, the sword of light? Id read about it in my research; it was the only other weapon capable of killing Fae. Thats what youve been getting your forty-seven kills with? You have it?
She gave me a smug look.
How on earth did you get it? According to the last book Id read, it had been in the custody of the Seelie Queen herself!
The smug look faded a little.
I narrowed my eyes. Rowena gave it to you. From her crestfallen expression, I continued guessing, And she keeps it, and doesnt let you carry it much, does she?
