Darkness Embraced Part 31

"Wil you claim as such before the entire clan?" she asked, sounding more curious than rude.

"I wil make a declaration when the time comes." From Renata, that was answer enough.

"What of you, Dracule?" Nirena asked. "Do you claim love of this one?"

Iliaria fixed Nirena with her unwavering stare.

"She is my drag."

"I see," Nirena said.

"Drag?" I asked.

Iliaria's lips parted as if she was about to say something, but she closed her mouth and shook her head, sending the long onyx tresses dancing in a serpentine manner about her body. "I do not know how to explain it in a way that you wil fathom."

"Drag is the Dracule's way of saying that you are someone she cares about," Nirena said.

Vasco nodded his agreement beside me. "It is what they cal those they mark but are not in love with."

Vittoria looked like she was going to add to the conversation when Iliaria distracted us al by turning her face toward the door. Her nostrils flared slightly.

Cuinn's voice rang like a clear whistle inside my skul . Time to go!

"It is here," Iliaria said.

"Can you track it?" Vasco asked.

Iliaria's only response was a predatory smile. She settled the leathery wings around her body like a cloak and went for the door. As if someone had clapped their hands, al of us that were not standing spil ed to our feet.

"Anatharic," Iliaria said. "Halt!"

The Dracule turned at the sound of Iliaria's voice, its long bat-like ears swiveled in our direction where we stood in the great hal just outside the throne room. I kept the fox blade's point down, holding it against the line of my thigh.

Like Iliaria's, the Great Sire's eyes were dark and bottomless in its Draculian form. The coal black of its fur was sprinkled with dustings of smoke and ash.

"Iliaria?"

"Before you commit yourself to a wrongly impulsive decision, let me speak with you. Where is the vampire who summoned you?"

He did not answer.

Iliaria moved toward him. The tip of her spaded tail twitched in irritation.

"Anatharic, you know me. Tel me where he is."

"Why ssshould I?" He looked at me, for I stood closest to Iliaria. Vasco and Nirena stood next to me. Vittoria and Vito stood on either side of Renata, while Dante and Dominique had taken up the rear of our little execution party. "They would kil usss if they could."

"Lies," Iliaria hissed. "Epiphany, show him."

"Ssshow me what?" Anatharic's ears flattened in a smooth flap to his skul .

I raised the sleeve of my tunic, baring her sigil.

"Does it look like we're here to kil you?" she asked.

I think he frowned, but it was not exactly easy to read the Dracule's expressions in such an animalistic face. "No. I do not underssstand."

"Your summoner," she said, "he asked you to kil for him, did he not?"

"Yesss."

"He told you the vampires hate you. That they would eventual y grow in numbers and power and overthrow our kind. How ungrateful they are for the gift of immortality that descends from us?"

"Yesss," he said.

"He is playing you, Anatharic. The Rosso Lussuria and their Queen stand before you and none lift hand or weapon. I ask again, where is your summoner?"

"Why would the vampire play me?"

"The vampire who summoned you plays you in a gambit for my throne." Renata, once again, respectful y lowered her gaze instead of looking him in the eye.

Anatharic moved forward and tension rippled between Iliaria's winged shoulders.

I knew without a doubt that if she had to fight him, she would. She would not hesitate. I moved forward, reaching out and touching the wing folded around her body. I laid my hand flat against that wing. I did not tel him of the al iance between us. I showed with my actions that I stood with her.

"You are either with us or against us, Great Sire. I would hope that you stand with us, for it is true, you are being used as a p.a.w.n in a gambit for my Queen's throne."

He knew we were not lying. I could taste it. He knew and that knowledge made him angry. He did not like to think of himself as a p.a.w.n.

He turned toward the two great doors that led to the throne room.

"There."

He stated his al iance. He chose a side for which to play. As a group, we stepped through the door he indicated.

A hooded figure knelt in the middle of the throne room in a cloak of white velvet that pooled around him like a circle of snow. The figure kept his head down so that I could not see his face, but as soon as we entered the throne room I knew he had been waiting for us. It was too dramatic and posed a position to be otherwise.

A familiar unstrung laugh trickled throughout the room, and the hair at the back of my neck p.r.i.c.kled.

The figure raised his head, dramatical y tossing back the hood of the cloak with a pale hand.

No male, was she. Her crimson hair spil ed like b.l.o.o.d.y strokes against the white cloak. A measure of triumph lit her bright green eyes.

"Lucrezia," Renata said. A wave of anger surged from her like an ocean wave cras.h.i.+ng violently against a rocky sh.o.r.e.

She stepped forward and a flash of silver spiraled in the torchlight.

"No!" The word burst from my lips.

I heard the sound of metal hitting flesh and bone.

The two Dracule moved like shadows around me.

Iliaria's wings clapped open like a slap of thunder. The sound reverberated off the stone wal s. Another heavy clap echoed hers and I knew that Anatharic had also taken a defensive stance.

Iliaria pul ed me in against her body, using her wings as a s.h.i.+eld.

A blow sent the front of her body slamming against the back of mine, knocking us forward. I had a moment to fear for her safety when something metal ic clattered on the stone floor.

"Renata," I whispered, struggling to free myself of Iliara's grip.

Iliaria moved enough that I was able to see Anatharic using his ma.s.sive form to s.h.i.+eld Vasco's body as much as she s.h.i.+elded mine. Vasco struggled with Anatharic, trying to get away, trying to get to Renata as I was.

As if in a nightmare, the sounds of fighting poured over my ears, steel against steel, fist against fist, the meaty sound of a punch, the sound of a blade cutting and singing through the air, the spattering of blood like rain, the sound of daggers whirring like tiny fans.

Vasco turned in Anatharic's grip, breaking the Dracule's hold. He was suddenly on his feet and moving toward the sounds of fighting.

I wrapped my fingers tightly around the pommel of the fox blade.

"Iliaria," I whispered, "let me go."

"Not yet."

There were footsteps behind her. I opened my mouth to warn her when her arms tightened around me. Iliaria's body tensed and jerked, something thick hit flesh. A man screamed like a wounded animal. A wet sucking sound came from behind before her tail swung forward, hitting the stone floor like a discarded whip. Crimson drops fel from the barbed point of her tail.

"Idiot," she mumbled. I felt her smile against my hair and fought to stifle the shudder that wriggled down my spine. If I had ever feared any of the Elders, I had feared them not knowing the Great Sires.

"Iliaria," I tried again. "Let me stand, please."

Someone was hurt. The dagger had hit someone.

I prayed to the Divine it wasn't Renata.

"Stop!" Lucrezia's voice carried over the fighting, above the ringing din of steel. "Fools stop! The Queen is dead!"

Gradual y, the sounds of fighting began to fade, replaced by a great silence.

I wasn't sure I'd heard Lucrezia's words correctly. Renata couldn't be dead...

Iliaria moved so that I could see.

Renata's moonlit form lay pale and motionless on the stone floor, bright pool of crimson blossoming out around her body.

The rage burned like something scalding in my veins. I could taste metal and copper on my tongue. I had never known madness, nor thought that I would ever taste it, but in that moment when I caught sight of Lucrezia standing near the dais, standing straight and tal as if she were a Queen amidst the chaos, I knew something akin to it.

I screamed, lunging without thinking.

Iliaria caught me by the shoulders and jerked me back into the safety of her arms. I screamed again, angry and wild, throwing my elbows back into her body in struggle to get free.

Hearing my rage howling her name, Lucrezia turned to face me with a smile.

She moved, stepping close to Renata's stil form.

"Wel ," she said, smiling, "not much of a Queen, after al . I told you to be wary, Epiphany." She pouted. "Now do you see what you have done?"

I drew my lips back and hissed.

I'd kil her. If Iliaria let me go, I was going to claw the skin of her face off with my bare hands.

A blur of silver moved too fast for me to fol ow.

"I've been dead a lot longer than you, Lucrezia."

Lucrezia went to her knees, eyes wide with pain. Her hands clutched at the dagger Renata had buried hilt-deep in her ribcage. Blood stained her white cloak, pouring down the front of her body.

I saw it, saw Lucrezia try to catch Renata's mouth with hers and knew she sought to use her power. Before I could warn Renata, Renata caught her throat, holding her back with sheer strength. I'd seen Renata move like some liquid phantom in the night, but I'd never seen her pit her strength against another. The hand holding the dagger disappeared into the cavity of Lucrezia's chest.

Lucrezia had sought Renata's mouth, but Renata sought her heart. A bit poetic, that.

Lucrezia glared at Renata. I did not understand why, aside from trying to kiss Renata, she did not fight back. As soon as I thought it, I felt it, the cras.h.i.+ng wave of Renata's power.

Lucrezia was fighting back, but it was a useless battle. I felt Renata's power and trembled, the intensity of it paralyzing, but she did not direct her power at me. Al of that power was focused on the traitor in front of her.

She may not have been Lucrezia's Siren, but Lucrezia was bound to her and the Rosso Lussuria. Renata was her Queen in more than name.

Lucrezia's eyes blazed like uranium gla.s.s. I did not have to see Renata's to know that hers were alight with the radiance of a darkened sky and moonlit waters.

Renata gave one last push, her arm nearly elbow-deep in Lucrezia's chest, and yanked.

Lucrezia fel to her knees and before she could scream, Renata caught her head in her hands.

I turned, burying my face against Iliaria's body, unable to watch.

"Baldavino," Renata said darkly. "So glad you could join us. Is this a friend of yours?"

Something heavy hit the floor and rol ed.

A man's ragged scream tore through the throne room.

And then al hel broke loose.

I caught a glimpse of Vito and Vittoria moving back to back.

Epiphany! Cuinn yel ed. The fox blade burst into white light and I was suddenly on my feet, moving in front of Renata with the sword held in a two-handed grip.

Baldavino's golden hair like a lion's mane was spattered with blood.