Pure: Ignis Part 32

I wondered again about the life that GM had led in Russia before I was born-there were hints, shadows-nothing concrete, nothing I could really grasp solidly, and nothing GM would actually tell me about outright.

I sipped on my cranberry juice and club soda and wished I knew what was going on with her.

GM eventually pulled me onto the dance floor, and despite my gloom, I began to have a good time.

GM and I returned to our hotel at a respectable enough hour, and tired out from shopping, dancing, and worrying, I fell asleep right away.

I awoke in the early hours of the morning, to see GM standing in our darkened room with her hands on her hips, surveying our luggage. Somehow, magically, she had packed up all our new things, and we appeared to be ready to go. The only suitcase that was still standing open was one of mine-I had a feeling it had everything in it that I would need to get ready for the day.

"Good morning, Katie. Did you sleep well?"

I pushed my hair away from my face. "Yes, thanks. Is it time to go already?"

"We should leave as soon as possible. Do you mind if we have breakfast on the road?"

"No, I don't mind," I replied.

"I will go downstairs and have breakfast boxed up for us then. Please try to be ready by the time I get back."

GM left the room, and I couldn't help sighing to myself. GM was clearly in a hurry-and I was suddenly hit by a strong sense of dread.

I remembered then the newspaper I had found in Red Square. I quickly grabbed my shower stuff and my bag. Then I locked myself in the bathroom.

I was a little slower at reading in Russian than I was at speaking it, and I poured over the paper carefully, looking for the story that had upset GM on the previous morning. It was possible, of course, that she had reacted to something that I knew nothing about-after all, her past in Russia was much longer than mine. But GM would typically talk to me about neutral topics-she was only completely silent when the subject was something she thought would upset me.

I was beginning to think I was wrong about what GM must have seen in the newspaper when I spotted the word 'Krov.' Right above it was an ominous headline: Ghoulish Grave Robbers Plague Small Town. What followed was a story about a rash of thefts from area cemeteries-more specifically, graves had been opened and the bodies had been stolen from them. There was a rather lurid description of empty, yawning graves and sobbing, frightened families discovering that their loved ones' remains had been taken. A wave of fear washed over me as I read on. Amongst the plundered graves was the crypt of the Mstislav family. Though other bodies had been left undisturbed, the body of Timofei Mstislav had been stolen. The article went on to note that before his recent death, Timofei Mstislav had been wanted for kidnapping and murder. Authorities had no motive for the robberies.

The newspaper slid from my fingers to the floor, but I was only dimly aware of it. When he was alive, Timofei Mstislav had come after me, intending to kill me in retribution for my mother's imprisonment of his cursed father. He was dead now-I knew that for a fact.

But I also knew that the dead could come back.

I heard GM come back into our room, and I hurriedly turned on the water. I forced myself to shower and dress quickly. Then I gathered up my things and placed my hand on the doork.n.o.b.

I didn't know if I could walk through the door.

I wanted to hide myself away forever. What could I tell GM that would make her turn back? Maybe I could get GM to agree to stay in Moscow for the duration of our trip. A chill spread through me as I realized that GM already knew that Timofei Mstislav's body had been stolen, and she still wanted to go on.

She was taking me right back to him.

Of course, GM didn't believe in the supernatural. She didn't believe that Timofei's father Gleb had been resurrected as a kost, or that he had stalked the living until he had been wrestled back into his tomb-and back into quiet death.

She thought Timofei could do no more harm now that he was dead.

And I realized that there was no way I could hide from him anyway. In October Timofei and Gleb left Russia and had found me in Elspeth's Grove. And now according to the paper, Timofei was out of his grave. If somehow he returned to an unnatural life, he could certainly find me in Moscow.

A cold, heavy feeling settled on me-I might as well go to Krov. Whatever was waiting for me there couldn't be avoided now.

It would come for me no matter where I went.

I pulled the door open and stepped out into the room.

GM turned. "Good. You are ready. Breakfast has been packed up for us." She gestured toward the dresser where two paper bags and two paper cups sat. She turned back to me. "You should-"

She took a step forward. "What's wrong, Solnyshko?"

I held the newspaper out. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"What do you mean?"

"I saw you reading the newspaper yesterday, and one of the stories shocked you. But you wouldn't tell me what it was. I know now what you saw."

"Oh, Katie. You saw the article about-"

"The grave robberies in Krov," I said. "The article that says Timofei Mstislav's body was stolen. Doesn't that sound like something that I should know about?"

GM was suddenly unnervingly calm. "I don't see why."

"What?"

"I don't see how it affects you."

"How could it not affect me?" I asked. "He nearly killed me."

"But he is dead now himself," GM said reasonably. "It is disturbing that his body has been taken from its proper resting place. But Timofei Mstislav no longer has the power to hurt you. The news affects his family, I am sure, but it is nothing to do with us."

"I can't believe how calm you are about this," I said, my voice shaking. "I can't believe you think I should have no feelings about this at all."

GM's expression softened. "I have upset you now, and that is not what I intended. Yes, of course, this affects you. It must bring back terrible memories-memories that are all the more terrible because they are recent. I had hoped you wouldn't find out. Not just to spare you the memories, but also because-"

She stopped.

"Because?" I prompted.

"Because of the things you said at the time," GM replied. "Because of the strange things that happened-things that were hard to explain. Because, like your mother, you seemed to believe in the supernatural-at least while all of that was going on. I didn't want to stir up ideas in your mind."

GM gave me a serious look. "I didn't want you to start to thinking that something supernatural was going on. I didn't want you to think, as your mother once did, that a dead man could come back to life."

Unfortunately, that's exactly what I did believe. As GM continued to look at me, I found that I could summon up no words of comfort for her.

"I'm sure everything will be fine," I said at last.

"Oh, Katie. I can see that you don't mean that."

GM brushed a soothing hand over my hair. "We will have a good Christmas. You have nothing to fear. As I told you once, there is nothing in the dark. Now, quickly, pack the rest of your things up. We need to be on our way."

I did as she asked, and then, with the help of several hotel employees, we got all of our luggage out of the hotel and into our rental car.

"I may have to s.h.i.+p some of these things home," GM murmured as we settled in.

Despite my new worries, my spirits had lifted a little when I'd seen the rental car GM had selected. I didn't know much about cars, but I could tell that this was a high-performance vehicle-it reminded me a lot of the one she had at home, except this one was a bright, blazing purple.

If there was one thing GM really loved, it was speed.

Unfortunately, now that GM had a car to match her temperament, that also meant that she would be able to drive with her usual eerie speed and finesse. She would be able to hasten us toward a place I was not eager to get to.

As we set off, it was hard for me not to dwell on the fact that 'Krov' was the Russian word for blood.

Neither one of us ate the breakfast that GM had brought with us, and when we stopped for lunch, I was still in no mood for food. GM insisted, however, that I eat something, and I tried to, even though my stomach remained in knots.

All too soon we were back on the road, and I stared out the window, watching the countryside fly by.

The longer I watched, the heavier my eyelids grew. Eventually, despite my worries, I fell asleep.

I awoke with a start some time later, and I was surprised to see how dark it was.

GM glanced over at me. "You slept a long time, Solnyshko. You must have needed the rest."

"Where are we?" I asked.

"We are almost in Krov. It won't be long now."

I sat up in my seat and stared out the window. It was so dark that I could see nothing of the scenery, and the only light seemed to be that which came from our own headlights.

As I continued to gaze out into the darkness, straining my eyes for a sign of something familiar I caught sight of a light flickering far out in the night.

I blinked, and the flickering disappeared.

A moment later, the light flickered again. This time it blazed up brighter than before, and I saw an orange-gold ball of fire light up the dark, before going out as quickly as it had come.

There was another blaze after that, and then another and another.

Fires continued to spring up and then disappear, illuminating the area immediately surrounding them for a moment. I could see that the fires were flaring up in the midst of a thick wall of trees. The fires went out as I watched. Then they sprang up again.

"GM, someone's trying to set that forest on fire," I said in alarm.

As I spoke, I could see several more blazes springing up beyond her window.

GM glanced to the side and shrugged. "It's just local farmers burning brush. It's nothing to worry about."

It was a plausible explanation, but I wasn't entirely convinced she was right. I had to admit, however, that the fires did not appear to be harmful-they continued to flare up, and then go out, and the trees themselves did not appear to be catching on fire.

All the same, it was strange.

Eventually, we moved beyond the fires, and the lights of Krov came into view. After another few minutes, GM stopped the car in front of our old house-a house with a now-barren apple tree and rosebush.

GM and I got out of the car, and I stood looking up at the house in the light from our street's two working streetlamps. I had a.s.sumed all along that we would be staying at our old house, and GM had always indicated that that would be the case. But I realized now that there was no reason I should have a.s.sumed that. After GM and I had left Russia when I was five years old, owners.h.i.+p of the house had gone to Galina, and she, in turn, had made the house over to Odette when she was old enough. The house actually belonged to my cousin Odette-who had not been seen since the night Timofei Mstislav had died back in October.

Now that Odette was gone, I had no idea who owned the house-most people a.s.sumed that Odette was dead.

Only I knew that Odette had actually disappeared of her own accord.

"Let's just take in what we need for tonight," GM said. "We'll get the rest of the luggage in the morning."

We walked up to the house, and GM pulled out a set of keys.

"Where did you get the keys to the house?" I asked. "Are they from our last trip?"

GM seemed to stiffen a bit, but she answered me. "Galina sent them to me back when I first thought of coming here for Christmas. She is looking after the house until Odette returns."

GM said the words with such conviction that I felt a rush of sympathy for her. GM believed very firmly that Odette would come back.

I wasn't so sure about that-in fact, it would probably be safer for us if she didn't.

"Does Galina know we're here now?" I asked.

"No, I don't believe so," GM said shortly.

I said no more, but I decided to visit Galina in the morning-if I could get some time away from GM.

And if I survived the night.

I would see Galina first tomorrow, and then I would go looking for the Les.h.i.+. Maybe they could tell me more about who was after me and why. And maybe they could tell me about the Werdulac.

GM and I went into the house, and GM suggested trying to find some shelf-stable goods in the pantry. But I really wasn't in any mood to eat. Instead, I went up to my old room.

I was struck once again-just as I had been back in October-by how little my room had changed since I was five years old. Neither Galina nor Odette had done any redecorating. The rocking horse rug my mother had made still lay on the floor, its bright colors undimmed. The painting of the yellow bird that I had been so fond of still hung on the wall. And my full first name, EKATERINA, still defaced the wall by the door in my own childish scrawl.

As I sat on my bed, I expected to be overwhelmed by fear-I was now back in Krov, there was a price on my head, and I fully expected that the house would be attacked tonight. But somehow I felt all my dread slipping away from me.

I felt safe in the house. Back in October when I had first come back to the house after many years, I had felt safe then too. And I had thought to myself in amus.e.m.e.nt that there were no monsters in the house. But I had been wrong-there had been a monster in the house-my cousin Odette.

Whether my current sense of security was false or not, it was still a relief. I was not tired at the moment-not after my long sleep in the car-and I resolved to stay up and watch over the house. If someone or something did come for me, I would lead it away from the house and GM.

I looked out my window. The yard was empty, and no obvious threat stirred in the dark. I would have to stay alert for any tiny sign of movement out in the night.

Despite my best efforts to remain awake, I found myself lapsing into short spells of sleep. I remembered fragments of dreams-happy ones in which I saw my family and myself the way we used to be when I was a child. When I finally shrugged the last of the sleeping spells off, it was dawn.

I was very much alive, and the house had apparently gone completely undisturbed all night. I was eager to see GM again, just to be sure.

I showered and dressed, and then quickly hurried downstairs.

As was her custom, GM was already up and drinking a cup of tea.

I shuddered inwardly, remembering how Odette had used tea to poison me, but I knew that all of Odette's tainted tea had been removed from the house. I had disposed of it myself.

Even so, when GM offered a cup to me, I found that I had to refuse.

"I hope you do not mind, Solnyshko," GM said, as she drank the last of her tea, "but we will have to go out for breakfast. There is, lamentably, very little food in the house. I should have foreseen this, but I did not. I am sorry."