I darted out the door, putting my cell phone to my ear.
“Amy!” I said, when she picked up.
“Hey.” I could hear the smile in her voice. “I thought you weren’t done for a while. Do you have time to go out?”
“Better. Gather everyone up, I’ve got the plan.”
“Right. Gather everyone where?” she asked. “There’s so many of us, Liam. Where’s somewhere where we can all fit in secret?”
I faltered. This is why I needed Amy in my life, to think things through logically when those things were the last things on my mind.
“In the basement,” I said, after a moment. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes. But Amy, keep Sarah separate. She’s my trump card.”
I heard Amy laugh on the other end of the line. “You realize she heard every word of this, right?”
“It’s like I have two girlfriends,” I replied sarcastically and Sarah jumped in.
“I’m ok with that!”
I rolled my eyes. “See you soon, girls.” I hung up.
I headed to my office. I unlocked the filing cabinet and pulled out a folder of admission forms and employee forms. Tucking them under my arm, I paused, looking around, and then opened my desk drawer. Inside, under a pencil case and a few CDs, was a Mickey of whisky. I unscrewed it, looking around to make sure the door was close. And then I took a shot and another for courage. Because God knows if I was going to pull this off, I needed courage.
I screwed the cap back on and made sure that I had all the papers I came for. I shut the door again, locking it behind me, and headed down to the basement.
Tell Sarah to wait at the emergency exit door until we call for her. And tell her to wear something red. A dress, perhaps.
Such drama Amy replied, with a smiley face. Perhaps it was a bit of a show, but if I wanted these vampires to get behind the crazy plan in my head, I had to make it spectacular. Maybe I could dazzle them with theatrics and they wouldn’t think too hard about how crazy it was.
Everyone was gathered in the basement by the time I got down there. I looked in horror at the chains and braces there. The vampires were standing in a circle around it, while Amy stood off to the side, texting on her phone. Giving her a smile, I walked in, clearing my throat.
“Those are for me,” I said, pointing at the chains and braces. “Every night. Like most of you, I have regard for human life and the restraints stop me for wandering the streets in blood lust. My grandfather, Peter, mostly does the honors although occasionally, my love, Amy…” I gave her a smile, “is here to assist me.”
I was now standing in front of them, and I could feel all eyes on me.
“As I’m sure all of you have noticed, Amy is human, and her blood is untempting. Amy’s life expectancy…” I took a breath, looking to her. She gave me the tiniest nod. “Is shortened, and I want nothing more than to live out life with her, to grow old, and eventually, to sleep with her for all eternity. But this curse that Selene has placed on me has taken that from me, and much more. My best friend, Porsche, was murdered at Selene’s hands. I’m sure many of you have other reasons for wanting Selene dead, and I sympathize with you, I do. We all our motivated internally, but we all want to come to the same conclusion. She must die. And that’s why we’ve come here for help. So…”
I looked around. Most of them looked young enough. I was concerned about a few of them being able to pull it off. Nina, for instance, could barely walk twenty minutes before needing to rest. And Isabelle didn’t speak a word of English.
“The school’s year-end show is Phantom of the Opera. Last year, Selene used the chaos of Beauty and the Beast to murder Porsche, who was the De Ritter’s active Shield. And if I’m not following her rules, not following her orders, I’m sure she’ll use this year’s chaos to come here and take my life as well. Which is what I want.”
I opened my folder, passing around the forms.
“But what she won’t know, when she’s sitting in the audience, is that each and every one of you, and hopefully more, will be on stage when she tries that. The stage weapons we use will be real. And the murder of a seemingly random audience member by the Phantom will not be an act at all. Selene will die on stage, murdered by us, in full view of the audience, the last thing she would expect.”
Outrage came from the crowd, as I had expected it would. It was a crazy plan, of course, and about as theatrical as you could expect. For those who were not performers, it must seem beyond insane. They protested, and called out, but I held up my hand for silence.