Industrial Magic
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Cassandras gaze slid from Brigid and riveted to a young man following Brigid so closely that he was almost hidden behind the statuesque vampire. He was no more than my age, slightly built and pretty, with huge brown eyes fixed in a look of bovine befuddlement. Blood dribbled down the side of his neck, but he seemed not to notice, and stood there, gaze fixed on the back of Brigids head, lips curved in an inane little smile.
Get him out of here, Cassandra said.
You dont give me orders, Cassandra, Brigid said.
I do if youre fool enough to need them. Send him home.
Oh, but he is home. She reached down and stroked his crotch. He likes it here.
Dont be boorish, Cassandra said. Find another dupe to charm when Im gone.
I dont need to charm him, Brigid said, hand still on the young mans crotch. He closed his eyes and began rocking. He stays because he wants to stay.
Cassandra thrust the young man toward Ronald. Get him out of here.
Brigid grabbed Cassandras arm. When Cassandra glared at her, she dropped it and stepped away, lips drawn back. She saw me and her eyes glimmered. I tensed, binding spell at the ready.
You bring your human along and I cant bring mine? Brigid said, eyes fixed on mine.
Shes not human, which youll discover if you continue what youre doing.
Brigids blue eyes gleamed brighter. Charming me, or trying to. The power rarely worked on other supernaturals, but to be sure, I took the opportunity to field-test yet another of my new spells: an anticharm incantation. Brigid yelped.
Stings, doesnt it? Cassandra said. Leave the girl alone or shell move onto something even less comfortable.
Brigid turned to Cassandra. What do you want, bitch?
Cassandra smiled. Undisguised hate. Were making progress. I want John.
Hes not here.
Thats not what your bouncer said.
Brigid flipped her hair off her shoulder. Well, hes wrong. Hans isnt here.
Cassandra turned on Ronald, who backed up against the wall.
He was in the back room, with Brigid and the boy, Ronald said.
Let me guess, Cassandra said to Brigid. He told you to come out here and create a diversion while he slipped out the back door. Come on then, Paige. Time to hunt a coward.
Never Underestimate the Power of Vampire Ego
THE BACK DOOR OF THE RAMPART OPENED INTO AN ALLEY.
What about Ronald and Brigid? I said, hovering in the doorway. They might know something, and the moment were out of sight, theyre going to bolt,too. Two birds in the hand are definitely worth more than one in the bush.
Cassandra shook her head, gaze traveling along the alley. Theyd never betray John. Without him, they wouldnt survive. She turned left. This way.
You picked up his trail?
No, but Id go this way.
We looped behind a body shop and came out into a warren of dilapidated row houses that looked as if theyd been boarded up since I was in grade school. At the end of the lane, Cassandra stopped and studied the houses. A bottle clinked. I jumped.
If you hear someone, its not him, she said.
Someone else is out here?
Lots of someones, Paige. Abandoned doesnt mean empty.
As if to underscore this, a womans laugh floated down the street. A bottle sailed from a second-story window and smashed on the road, adding to a puddle of broken glass.
Cassandra walked to the far sidewalk and traversed the row of houses, with me at her heels. I felt silly tagging along after her and, worse yet, useless, but there was nothing else I could do. My sensing spell wouldnt work for finding a vampire, and if he wasnt going to give himself away by making noise, there was no use searching on my own.
Two houses from the end, Cassandra peered up at the building. She grabbed the rusted railing and started climbing the steps to the front door. Halfway up, she stopped. She looked at the door, tilted her head, then wheeled. I ducked out of her way, but she stayed on the step and gazed out into the street. After a moment, she turned back to the house, studied it, then shook her head and marched down. At the road, she passed the last house with only the briefest glance and crossed the road. I jogged after her.
Is there anything I can do? I asked.
Yes. Stay out of my way.
I threw up my hands, and walked back to the house shed first approached.
I didnt say wander off, she called after me.
Im not wandering. Something about this house caught your attention, so Im checking it out while you search the others.
Hes not in there.
Good. Then it wont hurt for me to check.
The last thing I need is to be worrying about you stepping on someones dirty needle.
Im not a child, Cassandra. If I do step on a needle or get mugged, I preabsolve you of all responsibility. You search that side of the road while I double-check your hunch back here.
Cassandra huffed something under her breath and stalked off. I climbed the steps to the row house. The front door was boarded over, but someone had kicked a large hole at the bottom. I crouched and crawled through.
Get him out of here, Cassandra said.
You dont give me orders, Cassandra, Brigid said.
I do if youre fool enough to need them. Send him home.
Oh, but he is home. She reached down and stroked his crotch. He likes it here.
Dont be boorish, Cassandra said. Find another dupe to charm when Im gone.
I dont need to charm him, Brigid said, hand still on the young mans crotch. He closed his eyes and began rocking. He stays because he wants to stay.
Cassandra thrust the young man toward Ronald. Get him out of here.
Brigid grabbed Cassandras arm. When Cassandra glared at her, she dropped it and stepped away, lips drawn back. She saw me and her eyes glimmered. I tensed, binding spell at the ready.
You bring your human along and I cant bring mine? Brigid said, eyes fixed on mine.
Shes not human, which youll discover if you continue what youre doing.
Brigids blue eyes gleamed brighter. Charming me, or trying to. The power rarely worked on other supernaturals, but to be sure, I took the opportunity to field-test yet another of my new spells: an anticharm incantation. Brigid yelped.
Stings, doesnt it? Cassandra said. Leave the girl alone or shell move onto something even less comfortable.
Brigid turned to Cassandra. What do you want, bitch?
Cassandra smiled. Undisguised hate. Were making progress. I want John.
Hes not here.
Thats not what your bouncer said.
Brigid flipped her hair off her shoulder. Well, hes wrong. Hans isnt here.
Cassandra turned on Ronald, who backed up against the wall.
He was in the back room, with Brigid and the boy, Ronald said.
Let me guess, Cassandra said to Brigid. He told you to come out here and create a diversion while he slipped out the back door. Come on then, Paige. Time to hunt a coward.
Never Underestimate the Power of Vampire Ego
THE BACK DOOR OF THE RAMPART OPENED INTO AN ALLEY.
What about Ronald and Brigid? I said, hovering in the doorway. They might know something, and the moment were out of sight, theyre going to bolt,too. Two birds in the hand are definitely worth more than one in the bush.
Cassandra shook her head, gaze traveling along the alley. Theyd never betray John. Without him, they wouldnt survive. She turned left. This way.
You picked up his trail?
No, but Id go this way.
We looped behind a body shop and came out into a warren of dilapidated row houses that looked as if theyd been boarded up since I was in grade school. At the end of the lane, Cassandra stopped and studied the houses. A bottle clinked. I jumped.
If you hear someone, its not him, she said.
Someone else is out here?
Lots of someones, Paige. Abandoned doesnt mean empty.
As if to underscore this, a womans laugh floated down the street. A bottle sailed from a second-story window and smashed on the road, adding to a puddle of broken glass.
Cassandra walked to the far sidewalk and traversed the row of houses, with me at her heels. I felt silly tagging along after her and, worse yet, useless, but there was nothing else I could do. My sensing spell wouldnt work for finding a vampire, and if he wasnt going to give himself away by making noise, there was no use searching on my own.
Two houses from the end, Cassandra peered up at the building. She grabbed the rusted railing and started climbing the steps to the front door. Halfway up, she stopped. She looked at the door, tilted her head, then wheeled. I ducked out of her way, but she stayed on the step and gazed out into the street. After a moment, she turned back to the house, studied it, then shook her head and marched down. At the road, she passed the last house with only the briefest glance and crossed the road. I jogged after her.
Is there anything I can do? I asked.
Yes. Stay out of my way.
I threw up my hands, and walked back to the house shed first approached.
I didnt say wander off, she called after me.
Im not wandering. Something about this house caught your attention, so Im checking it out while you search the others.
Hes not in there.
Good. Then it wont hurt for me to check.
The last thing I need is to be worrying about you stepping on someones dirty needle.
Im not a child, Cassandra. If I do step on a needle or get mugged, I preabsolve you of all responsibility. You search that side of the road while I double-check your hunch back here.
Cassandra huffed something under her breath and stalked off. I climbed the steps to the row house. The front door was boarded over, but someone had kicked a large hole at the bottom. I crouched and crawled through.
