Blood and Kisses(31)

She turned over the spells she knew in her head and dismissed any that would take too much power. She didn’t want to be too weak to help when she found him. If only the grimoire weren’t locked in Mina’s Cadillac. Finished mulling over her choices, Thalia came to one conclusion.

She would have to steal a car.





Chapter 18



Akos dusted off his clothing and stood. His timing had been just a bit off. Fortunately Gideon had always been easy to manipulate.

He cracked his neck with a jerk of his head and assumed the body of the undercover policeman whose life he’d almost Claimed. He headed back into the bar, walking right past the police loitering around the entrance. They gave him no notice as he strode by.

He went up to the bar to order a drink. His stomach might no longer digest food, but he still enjoyed a little wine. Gideon’s lapdog wasn’t behind the bar. A young woman with long curly brown hair was bartending. She’d served Thalia numerous times and had a casual chatting relationship with her. Her skin glowed with health, although she wore too much eye make-up for his taste.

She might do. It would take no time at all to encourage her that she wasn’t feeling well and to leave work early. What would be more natural than for him to confess he was a policeman and offer to walk her to her car?

He flashed her a smile. She smiled back, revealing straight white teeth. He was grateful for the good dental care of this century. Not that it mattered to him, but it was more pleasant when his dinner didn’t have a mouth full of rotten black teeth. Her lashes swept up and down in a look as old as man, clearly pleased by the open, handsome face of his disguise.

He sighed inwardly. None of his prey put up much of a fight. It was almost boring really.

The cute little waitress from last night had been eager to meet him outside. The young witch she’d brought with her as a precaution had been a surprise, but no match for him.

They didn’t make them like they used to. In the past, a witch would have at least made a show of it, but with all their modern rules and ethics, they no longer learned the old martial spells. It was no wonder they were barely able to protect themselves. That’s what the Champion was for.

He sipped his wine, savoring the bouquet. No match for blood of course, but it provided a bit of variety. He took his money out and when she reached out to take it, he grabbed her hand. She smiled again, flustered, and tried to pull it back, but he caught her gaze with his eyes and her expression went blank. The young were so malleable.



Exhausted, Gideon staggered as he materialized back in the narrow alley where they’d left Akos. The rogue was nowhere in sight.

Damn.

He would have teleported right into the Tomb’s back room, but he hadn’t wanted to lose his elusive quarry. Now, he no longer had the strength to teleport, and he’d still lost Akos.

Although mere minutes had passed since Gideon had teleported to the hospital, Akos could be anywhere. But his old enemy still needed to claim a life, and taking a victim from some other part of the city wouldn’t follow his pattern.

Akos wasn’t the only one who needed to feed. Teleporting drained him dangerously fast. He had enough energy left to conceal himself, and he quickly did so rendering himself invisible. He needed to get into the Tomb. Luckily his home wasn’t the only place he owned with an escape route.

He made his way to the pedestrian bridge at High Falls and jumped over the side into the gorge. His clothing flapped as the wind rushed by. He landed lightly on his feet at the bottom of the gorge, and found the secret entrance to the Tomb. A door cut into the bedrock at the base of the falls, masked by rocks and vegetation.

Once inside, he made his way up the worn stairs and through the narrow, dusty passage carved through solid rock that led to the office of the tavern. Tom was standing with his back to the passage door checking over an inventory list.

“Tom,” Gideon said as he came up behind his manager.

Tom jumped and spun around, one hand on his chest. “God, you startled me. What are you doing here, Gideon? The police are everywhere. They’ve already been through every inch of this place.”

“Did you follow standing instructions and destroy my emergency rations?”

“No,” Tom confessed warily. “I thought you might need them. They’re in the passage.”

“Good man.” Gideon drew back and allowed Tom to lead him back into the tight corridor.

Gideon pulled the door shut behind him. He could see perfectly in the pitch darkness, but Tom flicked on a small flashlight they kept near the entrance. “Besides, I couldn’t figure out what to do with it. I can’t just pour it down the sink. They’ve got that luminol stuff,” he said as they walked down the stairs.

“You’ve been watching CSI.”

“Naw—well, yeah, but I heard about luminol years ago, from that Discovery Channel show, the FBI Files. Here it is.” Tom was an aficionado of T.L.C. and the Discovery Channel. He’d confessed to Gideon once that he hardly moved from the couch during Shark week.

He shined his light at a rectangular, blue cooler Gideon had walked right by when he’d come in. Gideon was surprised he hadn’t smelled it. He must be more drained than he thought.

Tom flipped the cooler open with his foot, displaying plastic bags of blood on ice. “I better get back before they know I’m missing.” He slid past Gideon and headed back up the stairs.

Gideon gulped down as much of the stale, chilled blood as he could stand. He preferred his blood warm and fresh, but he’d take what he could get. He didn’t have time to hunt, nor did he want to risk feeding when the place was swarming with police.

A moment later, flush with blood, he prepared to resume the search.

The club closed at two-thirty a.m. That gave Akos less than eighty minutes to find a new victim from one of its patrons, and dawn was a mere three hours after that.

Akos. Gideon felt his eyes ignite as he imagined rending his enemy limb from limb. He gritted his teeth. Death was too good for Akos, but it would have to be enough.

He wondered how Thalia was making out at the hospital. The doctors had probably taken her friend into surgery. He was no doubt being transfused at that very moment.

Was Paul a suitor? The man who would one day be the father of her children? She’d said Paul’s name with such emotion. There was fondness there, maybe more. He disliked the imaginary man who would some day win her. He hated Paul.

The decision to leave her at the hospital had been forced on him, but it was for the best. He hadn’t had enough power in him to teleport them both one more time, and he hadn’t wanted to lose Akos.

She would be safer at the hospital, anyway. Akos couldn’t know where she was.

Gideon was struck by the nagging feeling he’d forgotten something. The sense of unease followed him as he cloaked himself in invisibility once more and flew up out of the gorge.

He hovered high above the Tomb.

Now he could see the police presence in full force. A man dressed in dark clothing, sat on the roof with a pair of binoculars and a high-powered rifle. There were other similarly dressed men on other rooftops nearby. Down on the street he saw several plainclothes officers sitting in their cars, and still more pretending to enjoy the evening air. The police were throwing everything they had at this case.

A man and a woman left the Tomb and Gideon tracked them. He probed the man first, before he realized Akos could have just as easily disguised himself as a woman. His last victim had been male. He examined their thoughts. They’d been dating for quite a while. The woman was expecting a proposal at any minute. The man had already bought the ring, but was waiting for the right time.

He should move on, but Gideon found himself caught up. So this was what it was like to be normal.

He wondered what it would be like, if he and Thalia were just an ordinary man and woman like this couple, able to have children, work together, play together, grow old together.

They got into their car and drove off. He shook his head, dismissing them from his thoughts. They were a dead end. He had more important worries.

Another couple left minutes later. Once more he delved into their minds. The woman was thinking she was crazy to go home with someone new when there was a murderer on the loose, but Liam was just so attractive, so polite. Everyone knew serial killers were social misfits who kept to themselves.

She’d obviously never heard of Ted Bundy.

Besides, she thought, according to the news, the police are looking for that bar owner, what was his name? Damien or something like that.

He scanned the man and ran right into a mental shield. He’d have to break the man to get through a shield that strong. Fortunately, he didn’t have to. The shield had “mage” written all over it. The meeting must be over, or he hadn’t bothered to attend.

He turned his attention back to the Tomb. Akos wouldn’t take on a mage unless he was at full-strength, and if he’d claimed a life while Gideon had been busy, he’d be long gone.