Witch's Wrath (Blood And Magick #3)(23)
I smiled weakly and nodded.
“Speaking of which,” Nina said, “How about you say a few words?”
“Me?” I asked.
“You may have only known him for a few months, but you knew him better than anyone else in this room.”
“I don’t know about that.”
“You turned Remy away from the dark path he was on and helped him get on the path to redemption. No one ever succeeded in doing that before you came along, obviously. So, who better to remember him than you?”
I shook my head. “I really don’t know, Nina. I don’t think anyone here wants me to speak right now.”
Nina looked around. “Look at them,” she said, “They’re waiting. I promise you.”
I turned my eyes up at her, then allowed myself a moment to take in the room. She was right. I had to say something to them, had to rouse them from the daze they were in. Remy had spoken about unity and togetherness the night he was killed. Now, more than ever, they needed to hear that message again. We were under attack, and we had to stand up to it together. We had to be strong.
“Alright,” I said, and I stood without thinking about it for a second longer. Before I knew it, I was walking up to the stage where the band was in full swing. I asked them to take five with a flash of my palm, not wanting to wait for the set to finish before being able to speak, and as the music began to die out, the crowd began to wake up.
I walked onto the stage, and the lead singer adjusted the microphone stand for me to speak through, but I shook my head and told him that wouldn’t be necessary. I didn’t want to speak through the PA; I wanted the witches to gather close and hear my voice.
My eyes made a pass left and right across the club. They were watching me, now, waiting for me to speak, waiting to find out why I had cut the music. The words failed me at first, buried under the weight of the sheer number of eyes on me. This wasn’t the first time I stood on this stage to speak, but it sure felt like the first time.
“Hello,” I said, when I finally broke through the apprehension. “First of all, I would like to thank you for coming today. I know many of you are hurt, or know others who have been hurt—some who are still in the hospital recovering. It means a lot to me that you came, and I know it would mean a lot to Remy, too.”
More witches were looking at me, now; including Nicole. My heart started to thump, but I went on.
“I remember the first night I was brought here,” I said. “I had just arrived in New Orleans and bought a house very few people knew even existed. Nicole, my neighbor, offered to show me around town, to meet all of you, to bring me to this place. I was terrified. Even more so when I met Remy. He was this smooth, charming witch, the guy in charge. All I kept thinking was, Am I going to make a fool out of myself? I was worried that I would say something or do something to get kicked out of your club before even becoming a part of it. But he brought me in, made me feel comfortable, and even though it turned out he had an ulterior motive, we were able to move past that and forge a friendship, which then led to a mentorship.”
Some of the witches exchanged surprised looks, but no one spoke.
“In his last few months, Remy did all he could to help us flourish as a community,” I continued. “He wanted to atone, to make amends for the things he had done in the name of his crusade against the enslavement of our kind. He wanted to bring us all together, to unite us as one big, collective family of witches, each working together to make life better for everyone else. That’s how I want to remember him—as a man who wanted nothing more than to help the people he had once wronged. To unite us, witches and vampires, so that we can face any challenge that comes our way, especially this one.”
Someone started a slow clap from somewhere in the back. I struggled to see who had started it at first, but when the gathered witches in the room began clearing a path for the person clapping to approach the stage, I saw it was Tamara, dressed in black, advancing slowly like a panther on its prey. No one joined in with her sarcastic slow clap. Instead, they watched as she made her way forward.
“Touching,” she said, loud enough for all to hear, “But you’re wrong.”
“Excuse me?” I said, staring at her like she was some kind of unsolvable puzzle.
“Remy is nothing like the man you’re describing, child, and that unity you’re describing is the reason he’s dead to begin with.”
“Remy is dead because vampires attacked us in force, and we couldn’t defend ourselves with magick.”
“And why did the vampires attack you? That’s right, because you allowed a group of vampires to live in New Orleans unchecked, and blood attracts blood. You were warned others were coming, you were warned, and you ignored it. You’re the reason why this tragedy took place.”
“I think you should leave.”
“Leave? I don’t think so. Now, you had your chance to say a few words, and I’m going to have mine—Remy should have never changed his position on vampires. They’re a menace; a vicious, bloodthirsty plague on our existence who deserve to be dragged kicking and screaming into the sunlight where they can be judged for their actions.”
“That’s not true; they aren’t all—”
“Evil?” she asked, laughing. “Child, good and evil don’t exist; there are only choices. Vampires are driven by an insatiable thirst for human blood, which means they’re only two or three bad choices away from being murderers, every last one of them. We can only count on ourselves for support, and love, and friendship, because we know who we are; we aren’t monsters like them.”