Bloodfever
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Footsteps sounded behind me in the darkness as I turned down Dreary Lane and onto Butterfield, solid, intentioned footsteps like rank and file soldiers. I didnt dare look back. If I did and whatever was back there startled me, I was just buzzed enough that my face would betray me, and whatever it was couldnt possibly know I was a sidhe-seer, unless I gave myself away, so all I had to do was keep walking, as if nothing was wrong.
Right?
Human, growled something behind me, run. Run like the mangy cur you are. Run now. We like to chase.
The voice was straight out of a nightmare. And surely it was not talking to me.
You. Sidhe-seer. Run.
It had called me sidhe-seer.
It knew I was one by sight.
The only Unseelie who knew my face were the Lord Masters minions, which meant he was back from wherever hed beenand looking for me.
Id believed any Hunters in the city tonight were there by coincidence, not design. Id been wrong. They were there to capture me. I could fight, I had the spear tucked securely in my holster, but with the numbers of dark Fae Id been seeing and no backup, I needed no encouragement to be a coward. I glanced over my shoulder. The street was packed with Rhino-boys, two abreast, stretching back farther than I could see.
There are times when brave is just stupid: I ran.
Down one street. Up the next. Through an alley. Across a park. I vaulted benches and splashed through fountains. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs were weak. I got turned around by the old brewery and tacked on an extra six blocks to my journey.
I ran.
I ran as if my feet had Danis wings, and finally, blessedly the footsteps behind me faded and there was silence but for the pounding of my shoes on cement.
I spared a glance over my shoulder.
Id lost them. Id really, truly done it. Rhino-boys might be strong, but with their stumpy arms and legs, they were neither swift nor lithe of limb.
I turned a corner and drew up just short of plowing into a brick wall. Dead-end alleys spring up as unexpectedly as one-way streets in this city. I had to get out, before the soldiers tracked me down again. There was no way I could scale the wall. It was twelve feet of sheer brick and there were no convenient Dumpsters piled in front of it.
I was three blocks from Barrons Books and Baubles. It was just over this wall and down two streets. Close, so close.
I turned.
And froze.
It was as if a giant freezer had opened in the sky above me. The temperature plunged bitterly. Tiny, glistening bits of ice began to pellet my skin.
It was there. I knew what it was. Every cell of my being knew what it was. And not because Id read about them, or Barrons had told me about them, or Id seen sketches of them.
The beast above me hovered darkly. I could feel the great whuf-whuf of giant wings beating air. The scent of brimstone and ancient dusty things filled my nostrils. If Hell had dragons and theysmelled, this was their scent.
Sidhe-seer, it said, without speaking at all. The voice was inside my head, in that hot, alien place. Slave. We own you.
Get out, I snarled, and lashed out at it with all the hot, alien fire in my head.
It was gone from my mind, but not from above me. I could feel the air moving. I could smell its acrid stench.
I gauged the distance to the end of the alley, mentally calculated my run from there. How fast was it? For that matter, how big was it? The descriptions Id read had varied widely. Could it fit between buildings? Could it swoop down and pluck me from the sidewalk in its talons? Might it rip the bookstore apart, rafter from eave, looking for me? Summon all its dark brethren to demolish the building? Would anyone even notice, or did Hunters have the same cloaking effect as Shades and Dark Zones? Did I dare lead it to Barrons? Did I dare not? If I got inside somewhere, anywhere, would it leave me alone or assume an eternal dark perch on my eave like Poes raven, only far more macabre and deadly? Could it shift? Simply materialize wherever I was?
Fuck, I said emphatically. Sometimes theres just no other word for it.
I had to know what I was trying to outrun. Knowledge is power. That is one truth Ive learned that has never failed me.
Brushing ice flakes from my face, I looked up.
Straight into eyes that glowed like twin furnaces from Hell, staring malevolently back at me from a swirling fall of black ice.
The books Id read had compared the Royal Hunters to the classic human depiction of the Devil.
The books had been right.
Somewhere in our ancient human past a sidhe-seer, or a few, must have had something to do with recording religious myths and the Bible. Theyd seen the Hunters, and had used their memories to scare the hellliterallyout of humanity.
For a moment it was hard to separate the thing from the night; they were both forged of blackness. Then my vision cleared and something in my genes kicked in, and it was clearly visible. Great, dark, leathery wings flapped from a great dark leathery body, with a massive satyrlike head, cloven hooves, and a forked tail. Its tongue was long and bisected down the middle. It had long curved black horns with bloody tips. It was black, but it was more than black; it was the absolute, utter, and complete absence of light. It absorbed the light around it, swallowed it up, took it into its body, devoured it, and spit it back out again as a miasma of darkness and desolation. And it was cold. The air paddled by its slow-moving wings churned with glittering black ice flakes, swirling beneath the great, leathery sails. It was the only Faebesides Vlane, that first time wed metwhose presence in our world altered our world around it. Vlane, too, had iced the air, though not so overtly or dramatically. It was powerful. It was making me feel so sick to my stomach that I almost couldnt breathe.
Right?
Human, growled something behind me, run. Run like the mangy cur you are. Run now. We like to chase.
The voice was straight out of a nightmare. And surely it was not talking to me.
You. Sidhe-seer. Run.
It had called me sidhe-seer.
It knew I was one by sight.
The only Unseelie who knew my face were the Lord Masters minions, which meant he was back from wherever hed beenand looking for me.
Id believed any Hunters in the city tonight were there by coincidence, not design. Id been wrong. They were there to capture me. I could fight, I had the spear tucked securely in my holster, but with the numbers of dark Fae Id been seeing and no backup, I needed no encouragement to be a coward. I glanced over my shoulder. The street was packed with Rhino-boys, two abreast, stretching back farther than I could see.
There are times when brave is just stupid: I ran.
Down one street. Up the next. Through an alley. Across a park. I vaulted benches and splashed through fountains. I ran until my lungs burned and my legs were weak. I got turned around by the old brewery and tacked on an extra six blocks to my journey.
I ran.
I ran as if my feet had Danis wings, and finally, blessedly the footsteps behind me faded and there was silence but for the pounding of my shoes on cement.
I spared a glance over my shoulder.
Id lost them. Id really, truly done it. Rhino-boys might be strong, but with their stumpy arms and legs, they were neither swift nor lithe of limb.
I turned a corner and drew up just short of plowing into a brick wall. Dead-end alleys spring up as unexpectedly as one-way streets in this city. I had to get out, before the soldiers tracked me down again. There was no way I could scale the wall. It was twelve feet of sheer brick and there were no convenient Dumpsters piled in front of it.
I was three blocks from Barrons Books and Baubles. It was just over this wall and down two streets. Close, so close.
I turned.
And froze.
It was as if a giant freezer had opened in the sky above me. The temperature plunged bitterly. Tiny, glistening bits of ice began to pellet my skin.
It was there. I knew what it was. Every cell of my being knew what it was. And not because Id read about them, or Barrons had told me about them, or Id seen sketches of them.
The beast above me hovered darkly. I could feel the great whuf-whuf of giant wings beating air. The scent of brimstone and ancient dusty things filled my nostrils. If Hell had dragons and theysmelled, this was their scent.
Sidhe-seer, it said, without speaking at all. The voice was inside my head, in that hot, alien place. Slave. We own you.
Get out, I snarled, and lashed out at it with all the hot, alien fire in my head.
It was gone from my mind, but not from above me. I could feel the air moving. I could smell its acrid stench.
I gauged the distance to the end of the alley, mentally calculated my run from there. How fast was it? For that matter, how big was it? The descriptions Id read had varied widely. Could it fit between buildings? Could it swoop down and pluck me from the sidewalk in its talons? Might it rip the bookstore apart, rafter from eave, looking for me? Summon all its dark brethren to demolish the building? Would anyone even notice, or did Hunters have the same cloaking effect as Shades and Dark Zones? Did I dare lead it to Barrons? Did I dare not? If I got inside somewhere, anywhere, would it leave me alone or assume an eternal dark perch on my eave like Poes raven, only far more macabre and deadly? Could it shift? Simply materialize wherever I was?
Fuck, I said emphatically. Sometimes theres just no other word for it.
I had to know what I was trying to outrun. Knowledge is power. That is one truth Ive learned that has never failed me.
Brushing ice flakes from my face, I looked up.
Straight into eyes that glowed like twin furnaces from Hell, staring malevolently back at me from a swirling fall of black ice.
The books Id read had compared the Royal Hunters to the classic human depiction of the Devil.
The books had been right.
Somewhere in our ancient human past a sidhe-seer, or a few, must have had something to do with recording religious myths and the Bible. Theyd seen the Hunters, and had used their memories to scare the hellliterallyout of humanity.
For a moment it was hard to separate the thing from the night; they were both forged of blackness. Then my vision cleared and something in my genes kicked in, and it was clearly visible. Great, dark, leathery wings flapped from a great dark leathery body, with a massive satyrlike head, cloven hooves, and a forked tail. Its tongue was long and bisected down the middle. It had long curved black horns with bloody tips. It was black, but it was more than black; it was the absolute, utter, and complete absence of light. It absorbed the light around it, swallowed it up, took it into its body, devoured it, and spit it back out again as a miasma of darkness and desolation. And it was cold. The air paddled by its slow-moving wings churned with glittering black ice flakes, swirling beneath the great, leathery sails. It was the only Faebesides Vlane, that first time wed metwhose presence in our world altered our world around it. Vlane, too, had iced the air, though not so overtly or dramatically. It was powerful. It was making me feel so sick to my stomach that I almost couldnt breathe.
