Chaos Bites Part 17

I'd done it more recently, but now wasn't the time to confess.

"I was given a choice-priesthood or . . ." His voice faded; his gaze drifted into the past.

"Death?" I prompted. I might not suffer his parents to live if they'd threatened that. I had memories of my own "witch hunters" that I'd like to erase. People like us always did.

"No." Bram straightened, clearing his throat. "Psych ward."

"How old were you?"

"Fourteen."

My eyes narrowed. I'd been an orphan-or at least I'd thought I was-and spent a lot of time in places and with people I did not want to remember. But the older I got, the more I discovered that having parents wasn't always so great, either.

"You went into the priesthood at fourteen?"

"Seminary high school, then the seminary, then-" He rolled his hand to indicate and so on. "I thought the dreams would stop when I gave my life to the church. Obviously I was being possessed by a demon."

"But they didn't stop, because you weren't possessed by anything. You have a gift."

"Or a curse."

I'd often thought the same.

"You dreamed of the Nephilim, and they came."

"I'd dream about a person, then I'd see the terrible things they'd done, that they would do, and the horrific beast that lived inside them."

"And then?"

"A day, a week, a month later, there they'd be. They'd look just like everyone else, but as soon as I saw them I remembered and for just an instant I could see the demon they tried to hide."

Interesting. Most seers heard a voice or had a dream. But I'd yet to meet one who could peer past the mask and see the truth. And most seers just saw. DKs fought. Until the recent heavy losses of federation life had changed everything, I'd been the first one who was both.

"What are you?" I asked "I'm Bram."

"Not who. What?"

"I don't understand."

"Your parents. Could they do anything . . . freaky?"

He straightened. "No! I'm not one of them." His mouth curled in horror.

I kind of thought he was; he just didn't know it yet. Though after the initial ripple at his approach, I hadn't felt anything else. No buzz of a Nephilim, no hum of a breed. Which was downright strange.

I reached out, brushed his arm with my fingertips. "Never mind," I soothed.

Once I'd have been able to touch him and hear a whisper revealing what he was. Now I touched him and felt his fear, his loneliness, his hatred of the Nephilim. I caught flashes of battles, glimpses of near misses, glances of victories, but I heard nothing beyond the harsh rasp of his breath.

I was going to get rid of this demon inside me even if I had to rip the thing out myself.

Bram withdrew his arm. "What are you?"

My eyes searched his. "What do you think I am?"

His gaze wandered over me, from my increasingly s.h.a.ggy dark brown hair, to the jeweled collar around my neck, touching on the tip of the phoenix wing that curled over my shoulder just a bit. There was nothing odd about a girl my age having a tat at the nape of her neck. However, Bram's expression made me think he had an inkling of what it might be for.

He continued to examine me, peering at the turquoise that rested between my very nice b.r.e.a.s.t.s. The flush that crept over his cheeks as he moved on made me wonder how long he'd been out of the priesthood.

"Bram?" I asked. "What do you think I am?"

His gaze returned to mine. His pupils were dilated so large they blotted out the dark blue shade of his eyes. I reared back before I could stop myself. He looked so demony, I half expected him to reach over and yank out my throat.

"I don't know," he said slowly. "I think you could be anything."

How right he was.

CHAPTER 16.

"There are others like you," I said. A tiny white lie.

I didn't know of anyone quite like Bram. But that didn't make him any less one of us. There was no one like me, either, but that just made me the leader of this whole d.a.m.n mess.

"Do you see the demons?" he asked.

"I-uhh-" Did. But if I told him why I didn't anymore, he'd only try to kill me. "I'm what we call a DK, or demon killer."

I was. That just wasn't all I was.

Quickly I explained the federation and how we worked. "I think you should join us," I said.

"I'm not much of a joiner anymore."

"Since you left the priesthood?"

Bram's gaze s.h.i.+fted away. "I didn't exactly leave."

"Thrown out?"

"No."

"You're AWOL?"

He gave his almost-smile. "I left, and I didn't go back, but I don't think they care. I'm sure they excommunicated me as soon as they realized I was gone."

"Excommunicated? Why?"

"I-well-you see . . . there was this dream, and in it there was a man, but he wasn't a man."

"Sounds familiar."

"He was a priest."

Uh-oh.

"A monsignor to be exact."

"What did he do?"

Bram's eyes met mine. "Terrible things."

"What did you do?"

"Went to the bishop, but I couldn't explain why I knew what I knew."

I'd gotten myself into all sorts of trouble as a kid by telling people what I'd "seen" when I'd touched them. Eventually, I'd stopped sharing-until Ruthie had convinced me that my curse was in fact a gift from G.o.d.

"Because you couldn't explain," I said, "they didn't believe."

"But I kept dreaming, and the more time that pa.s.sed, the worse the dreams became. So I-" He took a deep breath, then blurted, "-stabbed him."

I liked his initiative.

"Let me guess," I said. "He didn't die."

"Stabbing wasn't the way to kill him."

"How did you find out what was?" I couldn't believe that his dreams weren't clueing him in. Seemed a little half-a.s.sed to me. But so much did.

"He was in pain, a little out of it. Said he'd done nothing but what an incubus had to do to survive."

"Moron," I muttered.

"He thought I was powerless. That I wouldn't have the guts to try again."

"But you weren't powerless, and you did have the guts."

"I had his eventually."

My gaze narrowed. An incubus was a s.e.x demon. They came in the night; they seemed like a dream. They had s.e.x with their victims, sucking energy from them during the act like a vampire sucked blood, leaving the sufferers pale and dazed. Eventually they would die, and no one would ever know why.

Historically, an incubus was a man who preyed on women, while a succubus was a woman who preyed on men, but they could also be bis.e.xual if they chose. I was pretty certain most chose. When dealing with a demon that ingested s.e.x like canapes, I had a hard time believing they'd be bound by anything as minor as s.e.xuality.

"What did the trick?" I asked.

"Evisceration."

"Messy."

Bram smiled for the first time I'd ever seen. "Very."

"How'd you figure out the best way to kill one?"

"I didn't spend half my life in a seminary without learning a thing or two about demons, and what I didn't know off the top of my head, I knew how to find out."

"In a copy of Incubi for Dummies?"

He gave a half laugh, which made me like him all the more. Some people found me . . . not funny.

"You'd be surprised what you can discover in the dusty corners of a seminary library."

"So you were excommunicated for rearranging the insides of your monsignor on the outside?"

"No."

"What the h.e.l.l else did you do?"

"Nothing." He lifted one shoulder then lowered it. "There."

"You better explain."

"There wasn't a body." He clapped his hands, then his fingers made the gesture of rain while he whispered, "Whoosh."

"Ashes. Which means they had nothing on you."

"Except I'd accused the man of horrible things, then I'd stabbed him, and then he disappeared."

"And then?"

"I ran."

"Good choice."

"They aren't looking for me. I'd be an embarra.s.sment. The priest who thought he saw a demon."

"You did see a demon. How could the church refuse to believe that? Aren't they in the anti-demon business?"

"They were. But h.e.l.lish fiends are something from the Middle Ages. Certainly there's evil. We can't not concede that when it's in our face all the time, but demons?" He shook his head. "Quite a stretch. Besides, what were they going to do? Pray the Nephilim away?"

"I don't think that works."