Bloodfever
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Under normal circumstances, if the Shades had been outside the store in the streets, dawn would have driven the amorphous vampires back to wherever it is they hide during the day, but it was so stormy I doubted enough light could filter through the bookstores alcoved windows to affect them in here. Even if the dense cloud cover passed and the sun came out, strong sunlight wouldnt enter the main floor of the bookstore before early afternoon.
I groaned. But Fiona would, long before that. This past week shed begun working extended hours at the bookstore. Increased customer demand, shed said. Lots of early morning clients. Shed been arriving at the shop at precisely eight-forty-five A.M. to open the bookstore at nine oclock sharp.
I had to warn her off, before she walked into a waiting Shade ambush!
And now that I thought about it, I was pretty sure she knew how to reach Barrons, too. I snatched up the phone and rang the operator.
County? he inquired.
All of Dublin, I said briskly. Surely Fiona lived nearby. If not, Id try the outlying counties.
Name?
FionauhFiona With a sound of disgust, I dropped the phone back in the cradle. I was so panicked I hadnt realized I didnt know Fionas last name until Id needed it.
Back to square one.
I had two choices: I could stay up here, safe with my flashlights while, in a few hours, the Shades devoured Fiona and any number of innocent, hapless patrons who might subsequently stroll through the door she unlocked, or get my panicked act together and stop that from happening.
But how?
Light was my only weapon against the Shades. Though I suspected Barrons might get positively hostile if I set his store on fire, I had matches, and it would certainly drive them out. However, I didnt want to be inside the building when it went up in flames, and since I could hardly jump from the fourth floor, and there was no fire escape or convenient stash of bed linens to knot into a rope, I filed that option away in the category Last Resort. Unfortunately I could see only one other resort, and it wasnt a sunny spot in the Bahamas. I stared dismally at the door.
I was going to have to run the gauntlet.
How had the Shades gotten inside to begin with? Was the power out in part of the store and theyd slithered in through a crack? Could they do that? Or had the lights somehow gotten turned off? If so, I could creep from switch to switch, armed with flashlights, and turn them back on.
I dont know if youre familiar with the childs game Dont Touch the Alligator, but Alina and I used to play it when Mom was too busy with something else to notice that we were hopping from the Sunday parlor sofa, to her favorite lace-covered pillows, to that awful chair Gram brocaded to match the curtains, and soon. The idea is that the floor is full of alligators and if you step on one of them, youre dead. You have to get from one room to the next, without ever touching the floor.
I needed to get from the top floor of the bookstore to the bottom without ever touching the dark, and I wasnt sure how completely I couldnt touch it. Barrons says they can only get you in full darkness, but did that mean a Shade could eat me, or part of me, if for one second, a single foot, or something so small as a toe protruded into shadow? The stakes in this game were significantly higher than a carpet-burned knee, or a scolding from Mom if I slipped up. Id seen the piles of clothing and human rinds the Shades left behind after a meal.
Shivering, I pulled on my boots, zipped a jacket over my pajama top, and tucked two of my six flashlights into the waistband of my jeans, front and back, pointed up. I tucked two more into the snug elastic waistband of my jacket, pointed down to shine on my vulnerable toes. Those were iffy. If I moved too quickly theyd fall out, but I only had so many hands. I carried the other two. I slipped a pack of matches into my pocket and tucked the spear into my boot. Id have no use for it against this particular enemy, but there might be others. It was possible the Shades were merely the vanguard, and there was worse to come.
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and opened the door. When the overhead light arced into the hallway, the Shades repeated their oily retreat.
Shades come in all different shapes and sizes. Some are small and thin, others tall and wide. They have no real substance. Theyre hard to pick out from the darkness, but once you know what to look for you can spot them, if youre a sidhe-seer. Theyre areas that are darker and denser, and ooze malevolence. They move around a lot, as if theyre hungry and restless. They make no noise. Barrons says theyre barely sentient, but once I shook my fist at one of them and it bristled back at me. Thats sentient enough to worry me. They eat anything that lives: people, animals, birds, right down to the worms in the soil. When they take over a neighborhood, they turn it into a wasteland. Id christened those barren landscapes Dark Zones.
I can do this. Piece of cake. Embracing the lie, I aimed my flashlights and stepped into the hall.
It was a piece of cake. Turned out the power wasnt off; the switches had been thrown. Initially, I worked my way cautiously from wall switch to lamp, but when I realized the Shades were consistently staying beyond the reach of direct light, I gained confidence. Even in a windowless hallway of utter blackness, the flashlights bathed my body in white radiance that protected me. With each switch I threw, more Shades bunched up, until I had fifty or more of them crammed into the darkness I was forcing to retreat, light by light.
I groaned. But Fiona would, long before that. This past week shed begun working extended hours at the bookstore. Increased customer demand, shed said. Lots of early morning clients. Shed been arriving at the shop at precisely eight-forty-five A.M. to open the bookstore at nine oclock sharp.
I had to warn her off, before she walked into a waiting Shade ambush!
And now that I thought about it, I was pretty sure she knew how to reach Barrons, too. I snatched up the phone and rang the operator.
County? he inquired.
All of Dublin, I said briskly. Surely Fiona lived nearby. If not, Id try the outlying counties.
Name?
FionauhFiona With a sound of disgust, I dropped the phone back in the cradle. I was so panicked I hadnt realized I didnt know Fionas last name until Id needed it.
Back to square one.
I had two choices: I could stay up here, safe with my flashlights while, in a few hours, the Shades devoured Fiona and any number of innocent, hapless patrons who might subsequently stroll through the door she unlocked, or get my panicked act together and stop that from happening.
But how?
Light was my only weapon against the Shades. Though I suspected Barrons might get positively hostile if I set his store on fire, I had matches, and it would certainly drive them out. However, I didnt want to be inside the building when it went up in flames, and since I could hardly jump from the fourth floor, and there was no fire escape or convenient stash of bed linens to knot into a rope, I filed that option away in the category Last Resort. Unfortunately I could see only one other resort, and it wasnt a sunny spot in the Bahamas. I stared dismally at the door.
I was going to have to run the gauntlet.
How had the Shades gotten inside to begin with? Was the power out in part of the store and theyd slithered in through a crack? Could they do that? Or had the lights somehow gotten turned off? If so, I could creep from switch to switch, armed with flashlights, and turn them back on.
I dont know if youre familiar with the childs game Dont Touch the Alligator, but Alina and I used to play it when Mom was too busy with something else to notice that we were hopping from the Sunday parlor sofa, to her favorite lace-covered pillows, to that awful chair Gram brocaded to match the curtains, and soon. The idea is that the floor is full of alligators and if you step on one of them, youre dead. You have to get from one room to the next, without ever touching the floor.
I needed to get from the top floor of the bookstore to the bottom without ever touching the dark, and I wasnt sure how completely I couldnt touch it. Barrons says they can only get you in full darkness, but did that mean a Shade could eat me, or part of me, if for one second, a single foot, or something so small as a toe protruded into shadow? The stakes in this game were significantly higher than a carpet-burned knee, or a scolding from Mom if I slipped up. Id seen the piles of clothing and human rinds the Shades left behind after a meal.
Shivering, I pulled on my boots, zipped a jacket over my pajama top, and tucked two of my six flashlights into the waistband of my jeans, front and back, pointed up. I tucked two more into the snug elastic waistband of my jacket, pointed down to shine on my vulnerable toes. Those were iffy. If I moved too quickly theyd fall out, but I only had so many hands. I carried the other two. I slipped a pack of matches into my pocket and tucked the spear into my boot. Id have no use for it against this particular enemy, but there might be others. It was possible the Shades were merely the vanguard, and there was worse to come.
I took a deep breath, squared my shoulders, and opened the door. When the overhead light arced into the hallway, the Shades repeated their oily retreat.
Shades come in all different shapes and sizes. Some are small and thin, others tall and wide. They have no real substance. Theyre hard to pick out from the darkness, but once you know what to look for you can spot them, if youre a sidhe-seer. Theyre areas that are darker and denser, and ooze malevolence. They move around a lot, as if theyre hungry and restless. They make no noise. Barrons says theyre barely sentient, but once I shook my fist at one of them and it bristled back at me. Thats sentient enough to worry me. They eat anything that lives: people, animals, birds, right down to the worms in the soil. When they take over a neighborhood, they turn it into a wasteland. Id christened those barren landscapes Dark Zones.
I can do this. Piece of cake. Embracing the lie, I aimed my flashlights and stepped into the hall.
It was a piece of cake. Turned out the power wasnt off; the switches had been thrown. Initially, I worked my way cautiously from wall switch to lamp, but when I realized the Shades were consistently staying beyond the reach of direct light, I gained confidence. Even in a windowless hallway of utter blackness, the flashlights bathed my body in white radiance that protected me. With each switch I threw, more Shades bunched up, until I had fifty or more of them crammed into the darkness I was forcing to retreat, light by light.
