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Now I was just plain confused. “I raise the dead and am a legal vampire executioner, Ms. Mackenzie. How do either of those jobs help you keep your daughter alive?”
“I want you to help me find her before she commits suicide.”
I just stared at her, my face professionally blank, but inwardly, I was cursing my boss. He and I had had discussions about exactly what my job description was, and suicidal daughters weren’t part of that description.
“Have you gone to the police?” I asked.
“They won’t do anything for twenty-four hours, but by then it will be too late.”
“I have a friend who is a private detective. This sounds much more up her alley than mine, Ms. Mackenzie.” I was already reaching for the phone. “I’ll call her at home for you.”
“No,” she said, “only you can help me.”
I sighed and clasped my hands across the clean top of my desk. Most of my work wasn’t indoor office work, so the desk didn’t really see much use. “Your daughter is alive, Ms. Mackenzie, so you don’t need me to raise her. She’s not a rogue vampire, so you don’t need an executioner. How can I be of any help to you?”
She leaned forward, the Kleenex wadded in her hands, her eyes fierce again. “If you don’t help me by morning, she will be a vampire.”
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“She’s determined to become one of them tonight.”
“It takes three bites to become a vampire, Ms. Mackenzie, and they all have to be from the same vampire. You can’t become one in a single night, and you can’t become one if you’re just being casual with more than one.”
“She has two bites on her thighs. I accidentally walked in on her when she was getting out of the shower and I saw them.”
“Are you sure they were vampire bites?” I asked.
She nodded. “I made a scene. I grabbed her, wrestled with her so I could see them clearly. They are vampire bites, just like the pictures they passed around at the last PTA meeting so we could recognize it. You know one of those people lecturing on how to know if your kids are involved with the monsters.”
I nodded. I knew the kind of person she meant. Some of it was valuable information, some of it was just scare tactics, and some of it was racist, if that was the term. Prejudiced at least.
“How old is your daughter?”
“She’s seventeen.”
“That’s only a year away from being legal, Ms. Mackenzie. Once she turns eighteen, if she wants to become a vampire, you can’t stop her legally.”
“You say that so calmly. Do you approve?”
I took in a deep breath and let it out, slow. “I’d be willing to talk to your daughter, try to talk her out of it. But how do you know that tonight is the night? It has to be three bites within a very short space of time or the body fights off the infection, or whatever the hell it is.” Scientists were still arguing about exactly what made someone become a vampire. There were biological differences before and after, but there was also a certain level of mysticism involved, and science has always been bad at deciphering that kind of thing.
“The bites were fresh, Ms. Blake. I called the man who gave the lecture at our school, and he said to come to you.”
“Who was he?”
“Jeremy Ruebens.”
I frowned now. “I didn’t know he’d gotten out of prison,” I said.
Her eyes went wide. “Prison?”
“He didn’t mention in his talk that he was jailed for conspiracy to commit murder—over a dozen counts, maybe hundreds. He was head of Humans First when they tried to wipe out all the vampires and some of the shape-shifters in St. Louis.”
“He talked about that,” she said. “He said he would never have condoned such violence and that it was done without his knowledge.”
I smiled and knew from the feel of it that it was unpleasant. “Jeremy Ruebens once sat in the chair you’re in now and told me that Humans First’s goal was to destroy every vampire in the United States.”
She just looked at me, and I let it go. She would believe what she wanted to believe; most people did.
“Ms. Mackenzie, whether you, or I, or Jeremy Ruebens approve or not, vampires are legal citizens with legal rights in this country. That’s just the way it is.”
“Amy is seventeen; if that thing brings her over underage, it’s murder, and I will prosecute him for murder. If he kills my Amy, I will see him dead.”
“You know for certain that it is a he?”
“The bites were very, very high up on her thigh”—she looked down at her lap—“her inner thigh.”
I would have liked to have let the female vamp angle go, but I couldn’t because I was finally beginning to see what Ms. Mackenzie wanted me to do, and why Jeremy Ruebens had sent her to me. “You want me to find your daughter before she’s got that third bite, right?”
She nodded. “Mr. Ruebens seemed to think if anyone could find her in time, it would be you.”
Since Humans First had also tried to kill me during their great cleansing of the city, Ruebens’s faith in me was a little odd. Accurate probably, but odd. “How long has she been missing?”
“Since nine, a little after. She was taking a shower to get ready to go out with friends tonight. We had an awful fight, and she stormed up to her room. I grounded her until she got over this crazy idea about becoming a vampire.”
“Then you went up to check on her and she was gone?” I made it a question.
“Yes.” She sat back in her chair, smoothing her skirt. It looked like a nervous habit. “I called the friends she was supposed to be going out with, and they wouldn’t talk to me on the phone, so I went to her best friend’s house in person, and she talked to me.” She smoothed the skirt down again, hands touching her knees as if the hose needed attention; everything looked in place to me. “They’ve got fake ID that says they’re both over twenty-one. They’ve been going to the vampire clubs for weeks.”
Ms. Mackenzie looked down at her lap, hands clasped tight. “My daughter has bone cancer. To save her life they’re going to take her left leg from the knee down, next week. But this week she started having pains in her other leg just like the pains that started all this.” She looked up then, and I expected tears, but her eyes were empty, not just of tears, but of everything. It was as if the horror of it all, the enormity of it, had drained her.
“I am sorry, Ms. Mackenzie, for both of you.”
She shook her head. “Don’t be sorry for me. She’s seventeen, beautiful, intelligent, honor society, and, at the very least, she’s going to lose a leg next week. She has to use a cane now. Her friends chipped in and got her this amazing Goth cane, black wood and a silver skull on top. She loves it, but you can’t use a cane if you don’t have any legs at all.”
There was a time when I thought being a vampire was worse than death, but now, I just wasn’t sure. I just didn’t have enough room to cast stones. “She won’t lose the leg if she’s a vampire.”
“But she’ll lose her soul.”
I didn’t even try to argue that one. I wasn’t sure if vampires had souls, or not, I just didn’t know. I’d known good ones and bad ones, just like good and bad people, but one thing was true…Vampires had to feed off humans to survive; no matter what you see in the movies, animal blood will not do the job. We are their food, no getting around that. Out loud, I said, “She’s seventeen, Ms. Mackenzie. I think she probably believes in her leg more than her soul.”
The woman nodded, too rapidly, head bobbing. “And that’s my fault.”
I sighed. I so did not want to get involved in this, but I believed Ms. Mackenzie would do exactly what she said she would do. It wasn’t the girl I was worried about so much as the vampire that would be bringing her over. She was underage, and that meant if he turned her, it was an automatic death sentence. Death sentences for humans usually mean life imprisonment, but for a vamp, it means death within days, weeks at the most. Some of the civil rights groups were complaining that the vampire trials were too quick to be fair. And maybe someday the Supreme Court will reverse some of the decisions, but that won’t make the vampire “alive” again. Once a vamp is staked, beheaded, and the heart cut out, all the parts are burned and scattered on running water. There is no coming back from the grave if you are itty bits of ashy fish food.
