Fire Within Page 39


That wasn’t exactly how it went.


* * *


It was Friday night, bar night. Shortly after the sun set, the fighting began. Members of the vampire court were active on the streets and had recruited the more reasonable members of the vamp community to assist. In fact, the majority of the vampires weren’t involved in the disturbances that kept popping up all over Olde Town. A dozen of the older ones helped to control the clusters of combatants that roamed the bar district. Even with those efforts, by midnight the PD decided to block off Olde Town from the rest of the city. Barricades went up; riot gear came out of storage.


Ryan and Ari had just broken up a fight on lower State Street when dispatch paged them to the Sin & Skin strip club. A disturbance there had turned into a brawl. Fists, clubs, and beer bottles were flying. Five older vampires had formed a protective ring around a rowdy crowd of young human males, but the humans weren’t helping the situation. They were throwing bottles and attempting to break out and rejoin the fight. Ari assumed they were too drunk to grasp the danger. The young vamps had used their superior strength to bash and toss their human opponents around, but none had yet resorted to fangs or breaking necks.


Ari spotted Andreas right away. He had a neck hold on two vampires he was dragging toward his silver Lexus. Ryan jumped from his cruiser, announced the police presence, and shouted for everyone to stop fighting, but no one heard him. He and Ari waded into the milling mix of combatants and gawkers, finally joining the older vamps’ protective circle. A black-haired human male was about to break free, so Ari hit him in the nose with her fist and followed through with a knee to the groin. He went down on one knee, holding himself and moaning. No more fighting for him tonight. She didn’t feel bad; the girlie punch probably saved his life. By this time, Ryan had cuffs on two other human combatants, others were backing away, and Andreas and his people were thinning out the vampire ranks.


“All right, everyone,” Ryan bellowed. “Fun’s over. The next person who takes a swing is going to jail.”


The noise level had diminished enough that his voice carried this time. Heads turned. Ryan glowered at them, a drawn weapon held over his head, pointed up. Human participants froze. Andreas and his recruits closed in on the remaining vampires. Suddenly, it was over.


Three humans went to the hospital—broken bones and a concussion—but none died. The police had three werewolves in custody, who had joined the fight for the fun of it, maybe, and Andreas took five young vampires away to whatever they used for confinement. Ari didn’t ask for details. That was his deal. The rest of the crowd dispersed before they ended up on someone’s detention list.


The Sin& Skin mêlée was the last hurrah for the night. The police kept the barricades up until dawn, and Prince Daron’s lieutenants and recruits continued to patrol the streets. When Ari crossed paths with Andreas during one round of patrol, she asked him about the club. He said the fire inspectors were finished and crews were at work on the restoration. He planned to re-open by Tuesday. Ambitious schedule, but that was Andreas.


* * *


The city’s tension grew during the day on Saturday. The morning TV news carried in-depth coverage of the overnight disturbances, and radio talk shows fueled the dissent. The Clarion stuck to the facts without commentary. Luckily the vampires were asleep during the worst of this. At one point the mayor threatened to call in National Guard units, which appeared to dampen the humans’ enthusiasm. Olde Town bars agreed to stay closed for the evening, and regular patrols by both human and Otherworld authorities gradually brought and maintained order. The night and early morning hours on Sunday passed without incident, and at dawn the vampires were once again out of circulation.


On Sunday afternoon, Ari met with Andreas and Ryan at the club to assess the situation away from the reporters swarming the PD. She came early to tour the restoration, where repairs were on schedule. When Ryan was late, Ari and Andreas sat down to talk, choosing a table near the club stage, far away from the noise of the reconstruction. Seconds later, Ryan stomped across the floor, looking like a thundercloud.


“What’s wrong with you now?” Ari asked. She couldn’t remember a case that had made her human cop partner so out-of-sorts. Of course, they’d never had a demon serial killer before.


Ryan opened a shiny, black leather briefcase and pulled out a folder. Selecting three photos, he threw them on the table face up. Victim pictures. “I don’t know why they died. That’s what’s wrong.” His voice was clipped, angry. He remained standing, his stance almost belligerent, as if he expected someone to disagree with him. “I can’t get a handle on this case. At first, I thought I had a domestic problem and the suspect was in custody. Then, it looked like hate crimes targeted at vampire-human relationships. After that came the shooting attack on Andreas. OK, I could still make the theory fit.” He glanced at Ari. “If someone saw you with Andreas, they might think you were human. You look it.” He stared at the photos again. “But this demon thing destroys that theory, too. Wouldn’t he, she, or it know Ari isn’t human? So the pattern is broken. It’s like he’s screwing with us—turning humans and vampires against each other.”


“I agree with you,” was Andreas’s immediate response. “The creature is making mischief.”


“Making mischief! Three murders, a shooting, and an arson?” Ryan stared at Andreas in disbelief.


“That is how the demon would see it,” Andreas said. “Compared with normal demon behavior, this is mild. Wholesale slaughter would be more in character.”


“Maybe he’s just a modern demon,” Ryan muttered under his breath. “Civilized and all.”


Ari glanced at the photos on the table. Jules, Patricia. Vanessa’s face stared back at her, looking more accusatory than Ari remembered. She took a swallow of the lukewarm coffee that she’d neglected, and responded to Andreas. “Are you thinking the demon wandered into town by accident and is amusing himself?”


“Not by accident. No, but—”


Ryan didn’t wait for him to finish. “Amusing himself? Holy shit!” He ran his hands through his hair. “I can’t believe you’d joke about that.”


“I wasn’t joking,” Ari said. “Andreas was trying to tell you. They don’t think like we do. They’re that word you won’t let me use.”


Andreas’s head swung to look at Ari.


“Ryan doesn’t like for me to talk about e-v-i-l,” she explained, spelling it out.


Ryan glowered.


“If demons don’t have a job, they have to do something to pass the time,” she said. “But it’s more likely he’s getting paid.”


“If that’s the case, who would hire this thing?” Ryan waited for someone to make sense of it.


Andreas nodded. “Someone not afraid of a demon, which I believe narrows our choices to the Otherworld. We should consider the possibility that an enemy of Prince Daron could have recruited the demon to set the stage for another attempt to take over the crown. It is a strategy we have seen before.”


“Sebastian? Is that what you’re suggesting?” Ari asked, her voice sharp. She’d met the disgusting prince on one occasion and didn’t care to repeat the experience. Short, toad-like, with a Hitler mustache. Sebastian had tested her abilities, and she still thought her escape from his clutches owed more to luck than anything else. He was savage and dangerous in the extreme, and he had an obsessive hatred for Prince Daron.


“Why not? We talked about it before.” Andreas shrugged. “Sebastian would not hesitate to employ and manipulate the powers of a demon, while others might shy away from such a risk.” A satisfied smile touched his lips. “Perhaps Sebastian had the club attacked because he is irritated by my part in his defeat last fall. Of course, Daron has lived many centuries, and has collected a lengthy list of enemies including powerful authorities in Europe.”


“Europe?” First time Ari had heard of this. “What has he done?”


“What authorities?” Ryan demanded.


Ari’s gaze whipped to Ryan’s face, envisioning the cop trying to take Daron into custody on behalf of Interpol or some foreign government.


“Vampire authorities.” Andreas’s lips thinned. “Nothing to involve you, Lieutenant. I mention it only as an illustration of the number of enemies who might wish to destroy Prince Daron’s court.”


“Fair enough,” Ryan said. He had no interest in vampire affairs. In fact, he hated the very idea and was satisfied to let Andreas get away with such a vague answer.


Ari wasn’t satisfied at all. “What did he do?” she repeated. “What kind of vampire authorities?” She remembered the portrait on Andreas’s staircase. The Original Seven. Hadn’t one of them been Daron’s sire? How could he be in trouble with them? She wanted to ask more, but decided she’d better not mention the portrait in front of Ryan. That had been a private night.


“It is not that kind of problem.” Andreas gave a long-suffering sigh. “The old ones do not approve of Daron’s methods of governing. They think he is too democratic and fear his heresy will spread. Now, are we finished with this irrelevant topic?”


“Is that all? Doesn’t sound very serious to me. Why would anyone in Europe care what’s happening in America?”


Andreas’s frown deepened.


“OK, guys,” Ryan intervened. “Can we stay focused, concentrate on the enemies close at hand? Until something proves us wrong, let’s assume this evil demon of yours is our bad guy on-the-scene. If we find him, we stop the immediate threat.”


“I guess that makes sense,” Ari said, glancing at Andreas in time to see the relief on his face. He was pleased that Ryan had cut off her questions. Someday she’d follow up. It was important, especially if these old ones had influence over Sebastian. A scary alliance.


Ryan suddenly turned to Andreas. “One last thing, before we get off this subject. If this turns out to be Sebastian or one of these European vampires, Prince Daron has to do something about it this time. Your vampire feuds keep spilling over into my territory.”

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