It was almost midnight in California. He had about seven hours to figure this out.
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A loud commotion from the top of the stairs woke Helena. The clank of metal and then the unmistakable sound of muffled screams echoed down the stairwell into the basement library. The door flew open and a body tumbled down towards her. Then another and another. She stared with disbelief as she recognized one face in the tangled mess of arms and legs covered in black leather.
Viktor. "Oh my God!" She jumped forward to the heap of bodies spilling onto the floor from the stairwell.
She tugged at an arm on the top of the heap and slid the giant man to the side. His long black shaggy hair covered his face. She rolled the next man off the top of the heap and kept rolling him. It was Sentin! The next was Viktor. They were all unconscious.
She gently slapped Viktor's cheek. "Can you hear me? Wake up Viktor. Are you okay?"
Suddenly, Viktor's bright blue eyes slammed open. With vampire speed he was up with his back against a bookshelf in a defensive posture. His face softened immediately when he recognized Helena.
He rushed to her. "You are alive!"
Viktor's eyes locked on Sentin and the other man. He rushed over to check them. "They'll be okay," he said. "We were hit from behind. We're lucky they didn't take our heads."
Viktor swept up the stairs and returned to her side in the blink of an eye. "The door is warded. I cannot pass."
Helena began to babble hysterically. She told Viktor about her conversation with Cimil, including her instructions to read the story, which she hadn't done. He listened carefully then finally responded, "Did she indicate how you must die?"
Helena stepped back. Nice to see you care, buddy. "No. Are you going to kill me?"
Thankfully, Viktor looked horrified by the thought. "Niccolo is like a brother to me. I would give my life to save him or his mate."
His words touched her. "Cimil was pretty clear I have to die."
Viktor paused for a moment. "Cimil is crazy and manipulative. We should question everything she's told you. Show me the book."
She walked to the desk in the middle of the library where the text was set out. Helena picked up the thick, leather bound pages. It was as light as a feather despite its size. Her fingers instantly began to tingle.
She dropped it onto the desk and looked at Viktor.
Viktor studied it for a moment before deciding to open the cover. "It says it's written by the Oracle of Delphi."
Helena vaguely remembered the stories of the Oracle from history class, but nothing about any books.
She watched as Viktor thumbed the page. "There! Did you see that?"
The words on the pages faded one at a time, and were replaced by new ones every few seconds. "Holy crap! What is that?" Helena sputtered.
"The legends are true," Viktor whispered. "They say the book tells the future. As the future changes, so do the words."
Helena stared at the book in silence.
"What page did Cimil instruct you to read?" Viktor asked.
She didn't want to answer his question. She didn't want to know the future. What if she found her worst fears written on the pages? "I can't remember."
Viktor gave her hand a gentle squeeze. "Helena, don't be afraid. I'll do everything in my power to turn the tides in your favor. As you can see, the future is not unalterable."
Helena looked up, up, up into his deep blue eyes glowing with determination and sincerity. She finally understood why Niccolo cared for Viktor like a brother. He was a good man. Or vampire-whatever.
"Five-hundred and two."
Viktor flipped to the page.
They both gasped at the same time.
"Helena, don't even think about," Viktor barked. "I'd rather face the fires of hell than do that."
Helena looked at her watch. Twelve o'one in the morning. So ironic. I met Niccolo three months ago today.
"But Cimil said I have to die to save him! And look at the goddamned book, Viktor! Look at it! You can and you will."
Chapter 19
Niccolo rang the red call button at the front gate of the Demilord compound-Camp Fucktard-and groaned as the sun hit his back. It would drain what little energy he'd managed to gain from the small sips of blood he'd kept down.
A deep voice answered over the speaker box. "Wait there."
"Before I turn to ash, if you don't mind."
The sun fully emerged over the horizon just as Andrus appeared a moment later with a large sword strapped to his back.
"Where is Reyna?" he barked through the wrought-iron gate.
Niccolo crossed his arms over his chest. "I'll take you to her once Helena and my men call me from somewhere safe."
Andrus raised his dark brow. "Nice try, Vampire. How do I know you really have your queen and won't double cross me?"
Niccolo reached into his pocket, punched the speaker button on his cell phone, and then held it out for Andrus.
Reyna's voice roared through the phone, "Niccolo! I can hear you. Untie me immediately! You worthless pile of dog-"
"As you can hear," Niccolo said coldly, "she's ready and waiting for you."
Reyna continued to scream obscenities as Andrus paused, thinking it over.
"Three hundred years, right? That's how long you've waited for your revenge," Niccolo urged Andrus.
"Sift her here," Andrus demanded.
"She's bound with silver chains; I cannot. You'll have to go to her."
Andrus eyes narrowed. "Where?"
"Somewhere in Europe. I'll sift you there," Niccolo responded.
"I understood vampires could only sift a few miles at a time."
Niccolo smiled with a cocky grin. "What can I say? I'm awesome."
Andrus cocked one brow, turned his back, and pulled out his cell. "Let them go." He paused and listened. "Then just open the hidden door so they can sift away with the girl." Andrus hit the face of the phone and shoved it deep in his black leather pants before he turned to Niccolo. "It will be a moment."
"How were your men able to capture them so easily?" Niccolo asked.
Andrus shrugged. "What can I say? I'm awesome."
Niccolo laughed. "Come, come now. I'll be dead within the hour. What's a little sharing among friends?" In truth, if he survived this, it might be useful information.
Andrus paused for a moment, still standing out of arms reach on the other side of the gate. "Let's just say the gods gave us more than just their blood."
"Divine weapons?"
Andrus shrugged again. "Something like that. We were created for the sole purpose of taking out vampires. Got to have some tools."
"I sometimes wonder," Niccolo said with regret, "what we could have accomplished if we'd worked together."
"You're partially to blame for my life being taken."
"I'm quite certain I am not responsible for your situation in any way."
"Where did you go, Niccolo?" he drawled, scathing. "You disappeared off the face of the planet, and without you leading the army, everything fell apart; the Obscuros began multiplying like cockroaches. Humans would have ended up enslaved if the gods hadn't stepped in and created us."
Niccolo debated telling Andrus the truth. Would it change anything? Would it change his desire to take Andrus' head? No. Andrus had used Helena's life as a bargaining chip for the queen. Andrus wanted to kill Reyna and end all vampires, even those who lived according to the Pact and served a crucial purpose in this world-culling the evil human population. Yes, perhaps a bit of the truth is what this man needed.
"My absence was involuntary."
Andrus snarled. "What do you mean?"
"Divine intervention is what I mean."
"I don't believe you," Andrus growled.
"Ask Cimil yourself." Niccolo crossed his arms. "It's also clear the Demilords can't handle the job alone. The world needs good vampires."
Andrus laughed. "Can't handle it? I think we can."
"Really? When I was taken by Cimil, the planet was in fairly decent shape. I returned to an Obscuro … " oh, what's that phrase Sentin likes? Ah! "Cluster fuck. Makes me wonder. Whose side are you really on?"
Andrus growled. "My side. We gave up killing Obscuros. It was futile. We'd kill one, three more would pop up-like fucking immortal Whac-A-Mole."
Niccolo's phone rang. He looked at the number. Viktor. "Are you with Helena?"
There was a pause. "She is here," Viktor sounded distraught.
Niccolo stared directly at Andrus as he spoke to Viktor. "Are you on your way to the safe house? I don't want those bastards to find her."
"Yeah, but there's something I gotta tell you," Viktor said.
Niccolo nodded. "I will call you very shortly, Viktor." He hit end. Unfortunately, whatever Viktor had to say needed to wait. Right now, everything hung in the balance.
He turned his attention back to Andrus who seemed hell-bent on finishing is point. "As you can see, we found a much better solution to killing Obscuros...we'll just kill your queen and watch your race dwindle to nothing. The vampires who remain, will be hunted. Ah, the smell of retirement grows near." He took a stoic breath. "All right, then. I held up my end of the bargain, now take me to Reyna."