Moonshifted. Part 17

"Of course." The sound of dripping in the background of wherever she was continued. "I can only a.s.sume the attacks on you are because of your a.s.sociation with me. But it's unlike weres to work with vampires. Most of them hate us fiercely."

"Maybe some vampires are using the weres to cover their tracks?"

"Possibly. It does appear that some other Rose Throne Houses fear me."

"I can't imagine why," I said, as flatly as possible. Anna laughed. I'd only seen her slaughter a dozen members of her former Throne. She'd had every right to do it at the time, but some Rose Throne vampires were there, and all of them had long memories. "Hey," I went on, "have you heard of a were called Viktor? Now that Deepest Snow's leaders.h.i.+p is changing, he's angry. Another were I know thought my attackers might have been sent by him."

"No. I'll look into it, though," she said. "Do you have a were you can trust?"

"Depends. Why?"

"I need you to talk to the highest-ranking were you can find. Ask them for sanctuary."

"Sanctuary?"

"Sanctuary, on my behalf. Use my name. Do it in a public place, where there's more than one of them. Sound as official as possible. They will not be able to refuse you."

"Why?"

"It's an ancient pact from our persecuted days. If I make them responsible for your care, they have to protect you."

"From ... themselves? Does it really work like that?"

"It's supposed to. You know how long it's been since there's been a nochnaya?" she asked me, using her original people's phrase for what she was, a living vampire. "The time in which anyone's asked for sanctuary's slightly longer than that."

"Longer ... or are you all only counting the times it was successful?"

She snorted on the far end of the line. "Just do it, Edie. I'm not there, Dren can't watch you during the day, and Sike won't survive a fight with a were this close to the full moon. It's supposed to be too humiliating for a vampire to have to ask for were-help for anyone to do it. One way in which my humanity helps me-I'm too emotionally wrapped up in your survival to care about my pride."

"I can't decide if that's comforting or not."

"I can't tell you if it should be." Behind her, I heard the sucking sound of an emptying drain.

"Where the h.e.l.l are you?" I asked her.

"In a charnel house. I've spent the last three nights hung suspended in blood. The first test is always hunger." She inhaled and exhaled deeply. "I have to sleep now, Edie. The dawn comes, and tomorrow promises to be just as long as today."

And what did someone say to a teenage vampire whose fate was intertwined with her own? I shrugged at Asher's hallway wall. "Good luck, Anna."

"I hope not to need it."

The line went dead.

I pushed myself to standing again, stretched out my back's kinks, and descended to the first floor. When I didn't find Asher, I decided to give myself a tour.

It was weird to be at his home without him in it. First, because I expected him to spring out and catch me snooping, and second, because without him, it seemed as sterile as the bathroom had the night before. With the exception of the library below, his bedroom was plain: a huge closet full of clothing-mostly nice, but there were some strange costumey pieces, a few additional tragic holiday-themed sweaters-but no photos on the walls. His bathroom was dull too, all white tile, wood, and chrome. I even looked in his medicine cabinet, but it only had extra tubes of toothpaste, not unlabeled bottles of Ativan. As I went from room to room, it looked like an open-house home, ready for show. You could put yourself into this house pretty easily. Just like last night I'd tried to put myself into Asher, via mouth-to-mouth.

There was one locked door, but I was a little ashamed about looking through all his other things, so it didn't bother me, much.

I grabbed what I hoped was an extra s.h.i.+rt of his and rousted Gina, helping her to strip and turn on the shower. She needed it. I found a tray of bagels in his kitchen, a half-full tub of cream cheese, and a note saying Help yourself in clean block handwriting. A fresh pot of coffee, still warm, was the only thing to prove Asher'd been there.

I was on my second bagel when Gina made it down the stairs. "G.o.d, I'm so embarra.s.sed." On her, one of Asher's s.h.i.+rts hung almost to her knees.

"Don't be. Everyone's been there."

"I know. It's just that I'm not supposed to be that person. I didn't go to vet school for this."

I proffered the bagels, and she shook her head, looking a little green. "I'm just glad you called me."

"I didn't mean to interrupt your date," she said, and I stared blankly at her. "That guy who was here. This is his house, right?"

I snorted. "The only person I slept with last night was you. I have the tile prints on my a.s.s to prove it."

She made her way around the kitchen and poured herself a gla.s.s of water. "If you're not dating him, can I have his phone number?"

"He's not really rebound material." Though I would bet that Asher wouldn't be above helping someone out with revenge s.e.x. "He's a shapes.h.i.+fter."

Gina made a face. "Oh."

"Yeah." The clock on the microwave said it was ten A.M. I needed to get back home. Gideon was less independent than a houseplant, and the only reason I remembered to feed Minnie was because she'd tell me to. "Gina-"

"It's just that they're going to ask. That's what sucks." She set her gla.s.s into the sink. "I introduced him to my parents, Edie. I thought he was the one."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't think I'd ever felt like that. I'd stood on the edge of The Oneness before, and maybe peeked into the valley below, but I'd never made the final jump. I'd learned that if you thought of people as disposable, it hurt less when they disposed of you.

But that didn't stop me from putting an awkward arm around Gina as she slumped over Asher's kitchen sink and cried.

We gathered ourselves into my car not long after she stopped crying. As I drove she narrated a tangled web of semi-plausibility. She'd told her parents she was working last night, and now she'd pretend she had car problems and had to wait for the mechanics and a tow.

"Why's it so complicated?"

"I'm the baby of the family. I live with my parents. I just tell them I'm working when I go out on spend-the-night dates."

"I'm the baby of my family too. When I turned eighteen, my mother flung open the doors and kicked me out of the nest."

Gina sighed. "It's different for me. I was working and going to vet school when my mother got early-onset Alzheimer's. One of my brothers died in the war. The other moved away. My sister has four kids-taking care of Mom and Dad just fell to me. One day I was living at home to save money, the next I was stuck there because my dad couldn't convince my mom to take a shower otherwise."

"G.o.d. That's tough, Gina."

"Tell me about it." She shook her head. "That's what I traded. The Shadows keep her from getting any worse, and they get me, on Y4." I winced, but she was looking out the window. She went on. "I've never actually gotten to be a real vet. What I would give someday to just take care of a yippy dog. Even just a hamster. Turn here." She pointed in front of me. "If I'd stayed bitten, I wouldn't have been able to keep my job. Y4 fires you if you fraternize too much-the Consortium won't allow it. It might make you too biased, I guess."

"Nah-probably because then everyone would do it, and there'd be no one left to work on the full moon," I teased.

She gave me a halfhearted smile. "Really, if I lost my job, where would my mom and dad be? Part of me is afraid the Shadows will keep her alive forever, just to keep me trapped."

"That's a reasonable fear."

"I know. Anyhow. It is what it is now. I'll get out someday, just not today. Or tomorrow. Or four days from now."

I turned into a neighborhood where all the homes were packed together tightly, and she directed me into her driveway. "You going to be okay?"

"Yeah. I'll catch the bus into work tonight. I'll be fine."

That wasn't exactly what I'd meant, but I nodded. "Call me if you need anything else, Gina."

"I will." She gave me a tight smile. Her hand was on the door handle, but she didn't move to open the door. I could see her steeling herself to face her parents, haunted by the memories of what could have been, fighting the depression that came with realizing you made the wrong choice, even if you're not entirely sure which one it was.

"He doesn't deserve you, Gina. You know that, right?"

"I know. Doesn't make it hurt any less." She reached over and hugged me before jumping out of my car. I watched her till her front door opened, then waved as I pulled out of her driveway.

I wished I could have helped her out more, but I had problems of my own to get home to.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE.

"Honey, I'm home!" I announced as I walked into my house. There was a groan from the vicinity of my bathroom, and an accusatory meow from Minnie.

I walked around the bar and into my kitchen. I put an extra bagel into my fridge, noticing an empty s.p.a.ce on my small kitchen counter where my toaster oven had been. Huh. Over by the couch, the mister bottle was empty. Hopefully some of that had gotten into Gideon's mouth. I paused and listened for more noise. Gideon would be dead if Veronica had woken up-and G.o.d help Sike if she didn't take Gideon with her when they took Veronica. I walked down my hall and pressed my ear to the bathroom door. There was silence beyond.

"Hey, I really want to take a shower." Speaking of which, he probably needed one too. G.o.ddammit, if I had to shower people on my off days, I should at least be getting paid minimum wage.

Another groan. Gideon always sounded like an end-stage liver failure patient, with too many toxins in his brain to think straight. Like a seal having s.e.x on a beach. "One for yes, two for no," I said. "Are you okay in there?"

Silence.

f.u.c.k.

"I'm coming in." I opened up the door-it stopped when it hit my electric scale. Which was on the floor and, for some reason, dismembered. "Gideon?"

Gideon stood in front of the mirror, his naked back to me, blocking his own reflection. I shoved the scale away with my toe and stepped inside. "You okay?" I asked, then gasped. The floor around my sink was spattered with blood, and Gideon's image in the mirror was not the same.

"What happened to you?"

With the mirror I could see his face-his eyelids still dangled over empty sockets, and his teeth were still exposed-but in his chest there was a piece of plastic, embedded in his flesh. There were raised welts where it had inserted itself-or where he had inserted it himself. Oh, my, G.o.d. There were other fragments elsewhere, like a jigsaw puzzle scattered on his chest. I felt a small part of my brain just shut off at the horror.

"Gideon ... what did you do?"

Things that were not veins ran inside his chest; I could see them looping, curled, creating new circulatory paths. I reached out to turn him around, and he put up his hands to stop me-the ends of his fingers were spiked with pieces of metal, tines from something. My brain slowly pa.r.s.ed them-they were from the grill from my toaster oven.

"What. Happened."

A red light turned on near the apex of his shoulder. Like a webcam. Say, from my laptop. And I knew who'd been behind all of this.

"Grandfather."

Gideon didn't answer me. He couldn't while missing a tongue. But German muttered out from Gideon's chest, where the CD player rode under Gideon's skin like a pacemaker, the edges ragged and raw.

"How the h.e.l.l did this happen?"

I'd only been gone for a night. One night. And Grandfather had taken all the electronics in my house and shoved them under Gideon's skin, like he was a f.u.c.king pinata. I wanted to throw up, but Gideon was blocking my path to the toilet, and I didn't want to step in his blood.

"What? How?" I sputtered. I let go of Gideon, and addressed the vicinity of his chest. "Did you even give him a choice?"

"Wir sind beide zufrieden."

"Did he actually give you a choice?" I asked Gideon, my voice rising.

"Unsere Wahl war offensichtlich." The man-the human beneath whatever the h.e.l.l Grandfather had done-nodded. But maybe Grandfather was controlling him. Who knew. Who would ever know again.

I made to reach for the sink, and stopped myself before I put my hand into a smear of blood.

Gideon's hands weren't completely articulated, but he'd managed to get the hot water on. "That toaster oven was a graduation gift," I said.

Grandfather continued talking.

"I could try to translate what you're saying, but you ate my laptop." My brain was trying to get a wrap around what had happened. I could feel it revving up, and then spinning out of control. It was one thing keeping Grandfather around, thinking he was some moody German ghost-and another to have him blacksmith himself into a cyborg.

"I need a shower." I took some deep breaths. "This will all make more sense after a shower." Surely it couldn't get worse. I stepped aside, so Gideon could get past me.

He didn't move.

"A shower, by myself. Out. Now," I clarified.

Gideon held up his right forefinger, which had been replaced by the temperature-dialing rheostat from my toaster oven. And then he turned toward my bathroom mirror and sketched out something upon the fogging gla.s.s.

"Out!" I yelled.

He turned and squeezed by me, leaving the sink's water still on.

Written in the fog, before more fog could replace it, I saw two words: RADIO SHACK.

Not surprisingly, a shower didn't help. I couldn't really wash my troubles right out of my hair, when What the h.e.l.l had happened to Gideon was continually at the forefront of my mind.

Gideon had been horrifying before, but my brain could grasp the ways he was damaged-I'd seen other people injured similarly at work. Now he was changed in ways I couldn't comprehend. I almost stepped out onto b.l.o.o.d.y tiles. Then I grabbed an extra towel and threw it down to step on instead. I didn't have the strength to clean anything else just now. Bleach would have to wait.

I walked into my bedroom. It would be day for a few more hours. I wanted to feel safe, but it was getting hard in between all the crazy. There was too much going on, and nothing I could do about it. Maybe once Anna's ceremony was done, and Gideon and Veronica were out of my house, it would all start making sense. Then I'd only have to worry about stalkery vampires and stalkery weres. It would mean that my problems had been halved.