At least it would try. And then I would kill it. I’d crush its disgusting mind like a gnat. It would feel good. It would make my day.
I would’ve liked to kill them all. I would’ve liked to go up the People’s food chain until I reached Roland, their legendary leader. There were things I needed to discuss with him. But our conversation would have to wait until my power grew, because right now he could wipe me off the face of the Earth with a twitch of his eyebrow.
The vampire dropped to the floor.
“Satisfied?”
“Yes.”
“You sound disappointed. Does the idea of navigating me after my undeath appeal to you?”
The vampire’s face twitched, trying to imitate Ghastek wincing somewhere in an armored room within the Casino’s depths. “Kate, that was in poor taste. Although you would make a magnificent specimen. You’re in excellent physical shape and well proportioned. I just looked through the stack of applications this morning and half of the candidates are malnourished, while the other half have wrong proportions.”
Ghastek in all his glory. Clinical “R” Us.
I sighed. Was there any remote chance that he would get to the point of his visit this morning? Time was a-wasting and I needed to leave to look for Julie’s mother. “My schedule is a bit cluttered this morning. I would appreciate it if we could get down to business.”
“Our patrol sighted an unusual undead last night,” Ghastek said. “Prehensile hair, claws, very interesting power signature.”
Claws, huh. I replayed the fight in my mind. The claws only came out when the reeve was closing in for a kill. Two reeves had attacked my apartment within minutes of each other, but the third didn’t show up until much later. It was delayed. I took a stab in the dark. “So how quickly did this weird undead dispose of your patrol?”
If Ghastek was surprised, he didn’t show it. “Under ten seconds.”
“That’s a bit sad, don’t you think?”
“It was a young vampire. We just got him.”
Excuses, excuses. “I fail to see how it concerns me.”
“We traced the power signature to your apartment. Which is in a state of advanced disrepair, from what could be seen through the window. Although it does appear to have a new door. I take it the old one was destroyed?”
“In a very dramatic way.”
The vampire paused. Here we go.
“The People would like to obtain this specimen.”
Knock yourself out. Ghastek was arguably the best Master of the Dead in the city. He had the best journeymen and the best vampires. The look on Ghastek’s face, once he wasted several of those prized bloodsuckers trying to capture a reeve only to have it turn into sludge, would be priceless.
“Your smile has a disturbing edge to it,” Ghastek observed.
I kept smiling. “I can’t help it.”
“Since the incident took place in your apartment, the People would like to request your assistance in this matter. What do you know, Kate?”
“I know very little,” I warned.
“Share it with me anyway.”
The People really wanted a reeve. Perhaps piloting good old vampires just didn’t do it for them anymore. “What’s in it for me?”
“Monetary compensation.”
The day I took People’s money would be the day I gave up on being a human. “Not interested. Any other offers?”
The vampire stared at me, his mouth slack as Ghastek assessed his options. I took a couple of forms from my desk, put them into the vamp’s mouth, and pulled them up by their edges.
“What are you doing?” Ghastek asked.
“My hole puncher broke.”
“You have no respect for the undead.”
I sighed, examining the ragged tears in the forms. “It’s a personal failing. Have you thought of anything, or can I be on my way?”
“I will owe you a favor,” Ghastek said. “Now or in the future, at your request, I will perform a task of your choosing, provided it doesn’t require me to cause direct harm to myself or my crew.”
I considered. It was a hefty offer. In the hands of an experienced Master of the Dead, a vampire was a weapon like no other, and Ghastek wasn’t just experienced, he was talented. A favor from him could come in handy. And even if he got his greedy mittens on a reeve, he would put it through its paces, trying to determine the extent of its powers. The moment it suffered a serious injury, it would turn into sludge. What was the downside?
“Maxine?”
“Yes, dear?”
“Ghastek promised me a favor for my assistance. Do we have any paperwork that would put this arrangement into written form?”
“Yes.”