Skin Game
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Michael raised his eyebrows.
But the ritual was all loaded up and Martin saw a chance to wipe out the whole Red Court. All of them. He popped Susan in the face with the knowledge of his treachery and she just snapped . . . I shuddered, remembering it. I saw it coming. Saw what he was doing. Maybe I could have stopped itI dont knowbut . . . I didnt. And she killed him. Tore his throat out. And . . . she started to change and . . .
And you finished the ritual, he said quietly. You killed her. You killed them all.
The youngest vampire in the whole world, I said. Brand-new. And they all originated from a single pointthe Red King, I guess. Their own curse got every one of them. The whole family.
Every Red Court vampire, Michael said gently, was a killer. Every one of them, at one point, chose to take someones life to slake their thirst. Thats what turned them. That choice.
Im not shedding tears over the Red Court, I said, contempt in my voice. The fallout from taking them all out at once . . . I dont know. Maybe Id wish I could have done it differently. With more planning.
One doesnt destroy an empire built on pain and terror neatly, Michael said, if history is to be any indicator.
I smiled bleakly. It was a little hectic at the time, I said. I just wanted to save Maggie.
May I ask you a question?
Sure.
After she started to turn . . . how did you subdue Susan?
I sat for a time, trying to remember the moment less clearly.
You didnt, he said gently, did you?
She . . . she was turning. But she understood what was happening.
She sacrificed herself, Michael said.
She allowed me to sacrifice her, I snarled, with sudden, boiling fury. Theres a difference.
Yes, Michael said quietly. Theres a cost for you in that. A burden to be carried.
I kissed her, I said. And then I cut her throat.
The silence after I said that was profound.
Michael got up and put a hand on my shoulder.
Harry, he said quietly, Im so sorry. Im so sorry you were faced with those awful choices.
I never meant . . . I swallowed. I never meant for all those things to happen. For Susan to get hurt. For Mabs deal to stick. I never meant to keep it.
Real pain touched his eyes. Ah, he said quietly. Id . . . wondered. About the after.
That was me, I said. I arrangedit. I thought . . . if I was gone before Mab had a chance to change me, it would be all right.
You thought . . . Michael took a slow breath and sat down again. You thought that if you died, it would be all right?
Compared to me becoming Mabs psychotic monster? I asked. Compared to letting the Reds kill my daughter and my grandfather? Yeah. I regarded that as a win.
Michael put his face in his hands for a moment. He shook his head. Then he lifted his face and looked up at his ceiling, his expression a mixture of sadness and frustration and pain.
And now Ive got this thing inside me, I said. And it pushes me, Michael. It pushes and pushes and pushes me to . . . do things.
He eyed me.
And right now . . . Hells bells, right now, Mab has me working with Nicodemus Archleone. If I dont, theres this thing in my head thats going to come popping out of it, kill me, and then go after Maggie.
What?
Exactly, I said. Nicodemus. Hes robbing a vault somewhere and Mab expects me to pay off a debt she owes him. Hes formed his own Evil League of Evil to get it doneand Im a member. And to make it worse, I dragged Murphy into it with me, and Im not even telling her everything. Because I cant.
Michael shook his head slowly.
I look around me, man . . . Im trying to do what Ive always done, to protect people, to keep them safe from the monstersonly Im pretty sure Im one of them. I cant figure out where I could have . . . what else I might have done . . . I swallowed. Im lost. I know every step I took to get here, and Im still lost.
Harry . . .
And my friends, I said. Even Thomas . . . I was stuck out on that island of the damned for a year. A year, Michael, and they only showed up a handful of times. Just Murphy and Thomas, maybe half a dozen times in more than a year. Its just a goddamned boat ride away, forty minutes. People drive farther than that to go to the movies. They know what Im turning into. They dont want to watch it happening to me.
Harry, Michael said in a low, soft voice. You . . . you are . . .
A fool, I said quietly. A monster. Damned.
. . . so arrogant, Michael breathed.
I blinked.
I mean, I was accustomed to a certain degree of hubris from you, but . . . this is stunning. Even on your scale.
What? I said.
Arrogant, he repeated, enunciating. To a degree I can scarcely believe.
But the ritual was all loaded up and Martin saw a chance to wipe out the whole Red Court. All of them. He popped Susan in the face with the knowledge of his treachery and she just snapped . . . I shuddered, remembering it. I saw it coming. Saw what he was doing. Maybe I could have stopped itI dont knowbut . . . I didnt. And she killed him. Tore his throat out. And . . . she started to change and . . .
And you finished the ritual, he said quietly. You killed her. You killed them all.
The youngest vampire in the whole world, I said. Brand-new. And they all originated from a single pointthe Red King, I guess. Their own curse got every one of them. The whole family.
Every Red Court vampire, Michael said gently, was a killer. Every one of them, at one point, chose to take someones life to slake their thirst. Thats what turned them. That choice.
Im not shedding tears over the Red Court, I said, contempt in my voice. The fallout from taking them all out at once . . . I dont know. Maybe Id wish I could have done it differently. With more planning.
One doesnt destroy an empire built on pain and terror neatly, Michael said, if history is to be any indicator.
I smiled bleakly. It was a little hectic at the time, I said. I just wanted to save Maggie.
May I ask you a question?
Sure.
After she started to turn . . . how did you subdue Susan?
I sat for a time, trying to remember the moment less clearly.
You didnt, he said gently, did you?
She . . . she was turning. But she understood what was happening.
She sacrificed herself, Michael said.
She allowed me to sacrifice her, I snarled, with sudden, boiling fury. Theres a difference.
Yes, Michael said quietly. Theres a cost for you in that. A burden to be carried.
I kissed her, I said. And then I cut her throat.
The silence after I said that was profound.
Michael got up and put a hand on my shoulder.
Harry, he said quietly, Im so sorry. Im so sorry you were faced with those awful choices.
I never meant . . . I swallowed. I never meant for all those things to happen. For Susan to get hurt. For Mabs deal to stick. I never meant to keep it.
Real pain touched his eyes. Ah, he said quietly. Id . . . wondered. About the after.
That was me, I said. I arrangedit. I thought . . . if I was gone before Mab had a chance to change me, it would be all right.
You thought . . . Michael took a slow breath and sat down again. You thought that if you died, it would be all right?
Compared to me becoming Mabs psychotic monster? I asked. Compared to letting the Reds kill my daughter and my grandfather? Yeah. I regarded that as a win.
Michael put his face in his hands for a moment. He shook his head. Then he lifted his face and looked up at his ceiling, his expression a mixture of sadness and frustration and pain.
And now Ive got this thing inside me, I said. And it pushes me, Michael. It pushes and pushes and pushes me to . . . do things.
He eyed me.
And right now . . . Hells bells, right now, Mab has me working with Nicodemus Archleone. If I dont, theres this thing in my head thats going to come popping out of it, kill me, and then go after Maggie.
What?
Exactly, I said. Nicodemus. Hes robbing a vault somewhere and Mab expects me to pay off a debt she owes him. Hes formed his own Evil League of Evil to get it doneand Im a member. And to make it worse, I dragged Murphy into it with me, and Im not even telling her everything. Because I cant.
Michael shook his head slowly.
I look around me, man . . . Im trying to do what Ive always done, to protect people, to keep them safe from the monstersonly Im pretty sure Im one of them. I cant figure out where I could have . . . what else I might have done . . . I swallowed. Im lost. I know every step I took to get here, and Im still lost.
Harry . . .
And my friends, I said. Even Thomas . . . I was stuck out on that island of the damned for a year. A year, Michael, and they only showed up a handful of times. Just Murphy and Thomas, maybe half a dozen times in more than a year. Its just a goddamned boat ride away, forty minutes. People drive farther than that to go to the movies. They know what Im turning into. They dont want to watch it happening to me.
Harry, Michael said in a low, soft voice. You . . . you are . . .
A fool, I said quietly. A monster. Damned.
. . . so arrogant, Michael breathed.
I blinked.
I mean, I was accustomed to a certain degree of hubris from you, but . . . this is stunning. Even on your scale.
What? I said.
Arrogant, he repeated, enunciating. To a degree I can scarcely believe.
