AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Geminus.” He hissed the name through his teeth. “I’d like to kill him for getting me into this.”
“Didn’t you?” There weren’t a lot of people who could have sent a first-level master reeling into that arena, but I was looking at one of them. It seemed like Louis-Cesare might have been right, after all.
But Anthony merely shot me an exasperated glance. “Don’t be ridiculous!”
“Then what did?”
His eyes darted here and there, the whites showing all the way around the iris. I wasn’t sure if that was due to nervousness, or because of the way the skin seemed to have pulled back from his bones a little. Old Anthony wasn’t looking too good.
“It was that thing,” he whispered.
“What thing?” I asked, as he tried to struggle to his feet. He failed.
“The thing that killed him! It’s still down here, and it’s going to get us, too. Oh, yes, and don’t think you’ll be spared.” He wagged a finger at me. “You’re half vampire, aren’t you?”
I had no idea what the hell he was talking about, or if he even did; he looked a little crazed. But at the moment, I was less concerned over some possibly mythical monster than over why he couldn’t stand. It takes a lot to put a master vamp on his ass, and Anthony was clearly hurting.
“What happened to you?” I asked, drawing back the folds of the toga he still had half draped around himself. And sucked in a breath.
I knew where the blood came from, I thought dizzily. Anthony didn’t have one stake in him, or even one dozen. His body was riddled by them, like a human porcupine. They didn’t look like regulation stakes, now that I focused past the gore that covered them. More like shards of some kind of boards. But they’d done the trick. Some of the longer ones had passed completely through his body and were tenting the back of his toga.
And one had nailed him straight through the heart.
“Why haven’t you pulled these out?” I asked, bewildered and a little sickened.
“Don’t touch them!” he said savagely. “It was bad enough putting them in the first time!”
It took me a second, but I got it. Or I thought I did. “You stabbed yourself?”
“I had no choice. The stake through my heart is coated in wax. I had to drain myself so my body temperature would lower. Otherwise, I’d have melted the damn thing already.”
“And vamp bodies don’t bleed much from a single wound, so…”
“I had to keep on stabbing myself! If I hadn’t been left near some old wooden crates, I’d be dead now.”
“You bought yourself time for your neck to heal,” I said, impressed in spite of myself. I’d killed a lot of vamps, and never once had any of them thought of that. Of course, most of them were pretty much paralyzed with a stake through the heart. I wondered how much power Anthony had to have to still be somewhat mobile in spite of the stake and the massive blood loss.
And then I wondered what would happen if he didn’t make it. Geminus had almost brought down the roof, and Anthony was at least as old and a good deal more powerful. “We need to get out of here,” I said, trying to get him up.
“Now, why didn’t I think of that?” he asked, with vicious sarcasm.
Considering the circumstances, I decided to let that go and concentrated on where to grab him. There wasn’t a lot of free space left, but I finally managed to get an arm around his waist. A heave got him to his somewhat shaky legs. It would have been nice to have been able to lean him against a wall, but that would only have done more damage. And it didn’t look like he could take much more.
“Do you know these tunnels?” I asked him, wondering which way out was closest.
“Don’t you?”
“Why would I have asked if I did?” I demanded, trying not to snap. Anthony weighed a ton, and he was bearing almost none of his own weight. “I’ve never been down here before.”
“You live here. Don’t you ever go exploring?”
“Underground? No.”
“Underground is where all the interesting things happen.”
“Underground is where the monsters live.” Anthony’s surprisingly high-pitched laughter echoed off the walls. “You aren’t kidding, sister.”
Anthony, I decided, might have lost a little too much blood. He was getting punchy. “Come on,” I told him, heading back for the main hall. Bad as it was, it beat wandering around lost for hours.
