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"He's not going to be easy to catch with what we've got here. We need something else!"
I looked around. There was surely no shortage of crap here that could be dangerous, but it was alla hopeless jumble...and as I opened up the first drawer I came to, Pennyfeather glided out of the shadows about twenty feet away, and pounced.
I almost got the knife in place, but he slapped it away, and it took everything I had-and Michael leaping on the other vamp's back-to wrench free of his grip before he could start ripping pieces off me. I grabbed blindly and wrapped my hand around a heavy, solid piece of-wel , something.
It looked a little like a fancy camera, only really cumbersome. I didn't try to do anything clever with it, just whacked it into the side of Pennyfeather's albino head as hard as I could. It was substantial enough that it didn't even bend, and he weaved as if I'd done some damage, which I followed up with a kick that doubled him over.
And we still couldn't get him, because he dodged free of Michael and circled around, and Michael stalked after him, intent and focused and with his eyes glowing with vampire power. He was more concerned for me, and I appreciated that, but I got the distinct feeling that Pennyfeather wouldn't mind adding Michael's death to his scorecard, either.
I guess in trying to swing the thing I was holding at the attacking vampire again, I hit some kind of a switch, because I felt a heavy surge of energy crawl up my arm, and then I must have accidentally turned it on Michael, because he flinched as if something had hit him...
And then he just went maniac. He moved in a blur at Pennyfeather, screaming in fury, and Pennyfeather went down hard. Next thing I knew, Michael was holding him on the floor, punching him with vicious fury like I'd never known he was capable of feeling before. It was...scary. I stared down at the machine humming in my hands and quickly, clumsily felt around for an off button. I pressed something that seemed switchlike, and the hum died.
Michael stopped, breathing hard, staring down at Pennyfeather with eyes that glowed so red they seemed to be swimming with hel fire. Pennyfeather wasn't moving.
"Jesus," I whispered, and put the weapon-because that was what it was, some kind of weapon-down fast on the nearest available table space. "Michael?"
"I-" His voice sounded rusty and strange, and he looked up at me with those fury-filled eyes, and I almost wished he hadn't. "Give me the knife."
"Um...dude..."
"Knife."
I shook my head and put it away. "It's not because I don't want him dead. It's because I don't trust what you're going to do with it right now."
"He tried to kil Eve." There was a kind of terrible eagerness to the way he said it that made me want to shudder.
"Okay, man, it's great you got in touch with your inner serial kil er and all, but no way." I was serious. I wanted Pennyfeather dead; that was no problem at all. What I earnestly didn't want was for Michael to wake up from this-whatever it was-and have the memory of what he was about to do. Besides, in the event he suddenly took an unhealthy interest in me, I wanted to be the one holding the knife.
It took another few seconds, but finally the glow faded out of his eyes to a more-normal bloody color-I hated that I could say it was normal-and he sat back, shaking allover. "What the hel was that? I just-"
"Went allevil superhero? Yeah. I don't know. One of Myrnin's fun little gadgets, I guess." I poked at it, frowning, and it slid on top of a pile of books and nearly toppled to the floor until I grabbed it and settled it in place again.
Michael was still holding out his hand to me, and I realized he was still waiting for the knife. Calmly, now. Our eyes met and held, and I said, "Are you sure, man?"
"No," he said. "But it's got to be done."
I handed it to him. Pennyfeather's eyes were shut, and he looked lifeless already, stunned unconscious by Michael's furious attack. Lying there silent, he seemed a lot...smal er. And with that androgynous bone structure, he could have just as easily been a strong-featured woman as a man, and that made the whole thing even more unsettling. I wasn't sure I could have done it at all, honestly.
And just to make matters worse right then, the portal shimmered, shivered, and belched out Claire. My girlfriend was still running on adrenaline; it was obvious in her too-wide brown eyes, the color burning in her cheeks. She had a longbow in her hand that was almost as tal as she was, and an arrow nocked and ready to pul . The arrow had a barbed silver tip.
She skidded to a halt, but she didn't drop her guard. "Is Pennyfeather-" She spotted Michael kneeling over the fal en vamp, and the knife, and she sucked her breath in hard.
"Has to be done," I said. She bit her lip, but she didn't try to argue. "Look, we need to get out of here. Myrnin did something crazy and filled in the exit, so we're now relying on the goodwil of my Frankendad keeping this portal thing open, and I'm not feeling good about the plan."
"Feel worse," she said. "Frank's starving. I don't know if he can even keep this up at all. We need to get out of here, now."
"Not if we leave Pennyfeather behind and he has a way out that leads through our house."
Eve burst through just then, having apparently stopped to load up a rapid-fire crossbow that she held with frightening competence. She checked the corners for threats, too, before letting her guard down and starting to head toward Michael.
"Wait," I said, and got in her way. "Just-give him a minute."
She took a step back and considered me silently a second, then said, "I'm the one Pennyfeather came after. It's my job, right?"
"No!" Claire and I both said at the same time, but Claire went on, earnestly. "Eve, it's not kil ing him in a fight. It's-murder."
"So?" Eve said. Her eyes had gone flint-hard. "How many murders has he committed? You don't think he has it coming?"
"I don't think that's something any of us should decide!"
"Oh, honey," Eve said, and smiled just a little. "You really aren't from Morganville yet." She looked at me. "What's your objection, Collins?"
I shrugged. "Michael can handle him if he wakes up. You can't. Logistics."
Claire seemed shocked, but hey, Eve was right; Morganville kids understood this better. It might seem cruel and harsh, but when it came down to living and dying, we knew which side we wanted to end up on. Having Pennyfeather continue to stalk us was not an option.
Eve nodded. She walked over to Michael and put a gentle hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at her and took in a deep, steadying breath.
"He can't," Claire said. "He can't, Shane-"
I stepped in, and she dropped the bow and arrow with a clatter as I wrapped my arms around her and turned her back to what was going to happen. "Hush," I said, and nodded to Michael over her shoulder. "It'l be fast."
"Stop."
The voice seemed to come from everywhere, allaround us, from hidden speakers and the tiny little one on my phone, too. It was scratchy and pale, and sounded exhausted, but it was alltoo familiar.
"Frank," I said. Facing down my dad was something I'd done a lot over the past few years, but it always seemed to have a new sting in the tail, every time. I wondered what it would be today. I swal owed what felt like a mouthful of acid, and said, "Just leave us alone, okay?"
"You don't need his blood on your conscience," Frank said. "Trust me, kids, you don't. Let me do it."
"You? Dad, hate to break it to you, but downstairs there's a computer, and in the middle of it there's a brain floating in a jar with wires running into it, and that's you. As in, you're not doing jack to Pennyfeather, however badass you think you are."
"I only have to do one thing, Son," he said. "I just have to die. I'm dying anyway; the nutrient tanks are dry, and there's nothing left for me. If you leave him here, I'll hold the portals shut until I'm gone. He's not going anywhere."
I turned and looked at Michael and Eve, and they seemed just as surprised as I was. And a little bit relieved. "Wel ," Eve said, "maybe it's the best-"
"Think about what you're saying," Michael said. "Because if I put this in his chest right now, he's finished. If we walk away, what if your dad screws up and lets him out?"
"Worse," Claire said, "what if he doesn't? You don't want Pennyfeather's death on your conscience, but you have no problem with leaving him here to starve? How would that be, Michael? Fun? Easy?"
