Marmee Noir’s voice spoke in my head, or maybe the darkness all around us spoke. “A piece of me is inside you, necromancer; if you step into the fire of God, you will be destroyed like any vampire.”
Was she right?
Then Michael the man stepped back, to put himself in harm’s way again. He faced that overwhelming ocean of darkness, when it had given him the chance to be left out of it. It wasn’t even thought; I moved forward, because he was trying to take my harm, my blow, my fate, and I couldn’t let him do that. I stepped into that fire and expected to be blinded by the light, but it wasn’t like that. It was as if the world were light, and I could only see the light, flickering and real around me. The man in front of me was real, and the fire was real, but…
“Necromancer, help me!”
I didn’t understand what she meant, but it didn’t matter. Evil always lies. I finished the prayer: “And all other evil spirits who wander through the world seeking the ruin of souls. Amen.”
It was as if the power around us took a breath, the way you’d do before blowing out a candle. The power took a breath, then let it out, but this breath was like standing at ground zero of a nuclear bomb. Reality blew outward, then re-formed. I half-expected the house to be destroyed around us, but we were left blinking in the living room of Phoebe Billings’s house. Not so much as a teacup had moved.
Edward was standing very close to us, but Phoebe was holding him back. Telling him, “Wait, Michael knows what he’s doing.”
I was standing behind Michael, as I had been in the “vision”; there was no burning sword in his hand, but somehow I knew, if he needed it, it would be there.
He turned around and looked at me with dark brown eyes, but there was a glimmer in them, a hint of fire, down in their depths. Not the light of vampires but of something else.
“Anita, talk to me,” Edward said.
“I’m okay, Edward, thanks to Michael.” And I meant the double entendre. I’d find a church and burn a candle for the Archangel Michael. It was the least I could do.
“Someone explain what just happened,” he said, and he sounded angry.
“What did you see?” I asked.
“You looked up and saw something, something that scared the hell out of you. Then he”-and he shoved a thumb in Michael’s direction-“went to stand by you. I tried to go to you, but she told me it wasn’t a matter of guns.”
“She was right,” I said.
“Then every holy object in the room burst into flame.”
“You mean they glowed,” I said.
“No, flame, they burned.”
“Bernardo panicked,” Olaf said, “and threw off his cross.”
I looked at the big man. I almost asked him how he justified faith in God with being a serial killer, but didn’t. Maybe later if I wanted to piss him off.
“Once I lost the cross,” Bernardo said, and I realized that he was the only one not standing close to us, “I saw… things.”
“What?” I asked.
“Light, darkness.” He stared at me from the edge of the couch. “I saw… something.” He looked pale and shaken.
I started to ask What? again, but Michael touched my arm. I looked at him. He shook his head. I nodded. Okay, let Bernardo’s vision alone. It had scared the shit out of him, and that made it private. He’d tell, or he’d get drunk and try to forget it. It’s not every day you see demons and angels. Marmee Noir wasn’t technically a demon, but she was an evil spirit.
“What is it that hunts you?” Michael asked.
“You saw it,” I said.
“I did, but I’ve never seen anything like it before.”
I stared up at him. “You stepped in her way, twice, and you didn’t know what she was, or what she could have done to you?” I couldn’t keep the astonishment out of my voice.
He nodded. “I am the black dog, the circle guardian. You are our guest, and no harm shall befall anyone in my care.”
“You have no idea what she could have done to you.”
He smiled, and it was the smile of a true believer. “It could not have touched me.”
“Is he talking about…,” and Edward hesitated.
“Marmee Noir.”
“Mother Dark,” Phoebe said.
I nodded.
“The dark goddess is not always fearful; sometimes she is restful.”
“She isn’t a goddess, or if she is, there’s no good side to her; trust me on that.”
“This was not goddess energy,” Michael said.
“Couldn’t you see it?” I asked.
“I could feel it, but I concentrated on repairing the damage to our wards so that more would not follow her. I trusted Michael to chase out that which had crossed our borders and to keep you safe.”