The Lunatic Cafe

5



The number on my beeper was the car phone of Detective Sergeant Rudolf Storr. A Christmas present from his wife last year. I'd sent her a thank-you note. Police radio made everything sound like a foreign language. Dolph picked up on the fifth ring. I knew he'd get to it eventually.



"Anita."



"What if I'd been your wife?" I asked.



"She'd know I was working."



I let it go. Not every wife would appreciate her husband answering the phone with another woman's name. Maybe Lucille was different.



"What's up, Dolph? This was supposed to be my night off."



"Sorry the murderer didn't know that. If you're too busy, we'll muddle through without you."



"What's got your panties in a twist?"



I was rewarded with a small sound that might have been a laugh. "Not your fault. We're out towards Six Flags on Forty-four."



"Where exactly on Forty-four?"



"Out near the Audubon Nature Center. How soon can you get here?"



"Problem, I don't know where the hell you are. How do I get to the nature center?"



"It's across the road from the St. Ambrose Monastery."



"Don't know it," I said.



He sighed. "Hell, we're out in the middle of fucking nowhere. Those are the only landmarks."



"Just give me directions. I'll find it."



He gave me directions. There were too many of them, and I didn't have pen and paper. "Hold on, I've got to get something to write with." I laid the phone down and snatched a napkin from the concession area. I begged a pen from an older couple. The man was wearing a cashmere overcoat. The woman wore real diamonds. The pen was engraved, and might have been real gold. He did not make me promise to bring it back. Trusting, or above such petty concerns. I was going to have to start stocking my own writing materials. It was getting embarrassing.



"I'm back, Dolph, go ahead."



He didn't ask what took so long. Dolph isn't big on extraneous questions. He gave the directions again. I read them back to him to be sure I had them right. I did.



"Dolph, this is at least a forty-five minute drive." I'm usually the last expert to be called in. After the victim has been photographed, videotaped, poked, prodded, etc... After I come, everyone gets to go home, or at least leave the murder scene. People were not going to like cooling their heels for two hours.



"I called you as soon as I figured out nothing human did it. It'll take us at least forty-five minutes to finish up and be ready for you."



I should have known Dolph would have planned ahead. "Okay, I'll be there as soon as I can."



He hung up. I hung up. Dolph never said good-bye.



I gave the man back his pen. He accepted it graciously as if he'd never doubted its return. Good breeding.



I went for the doors. Neither Jean-Claude nor Richard had made it to the lobby. They were in public so I didn't really think they'd have a fistfight, angry words but not violence. So the vampire and the werewolf could take care of themselves. Besides, if Richard wasn't allowed to worry about me when I was off on my own, the least I could do was return the favor. I didn't think Jean-Claude really wanted to push me that far. Not really. One of us would die, and I was beginning to think, just maybe, it wouldn't be me.



6



The cold wrapped around me outside the doors. I hunched my shoulders, tucking my chin inside my collar. A laughing foursome walked a few yards ahead of me. They hung on each other, huddling against the cold. The women's high heels made a sharp theatrical clatter. Their laughter was too high, too shrill. A first double date that had gone well, so far. Or maybe they were all deeply in love and I was feeling bitchy. Maybe.



The foursome parted like water around a stone, revealing a woman. The couples came back together on the other side of her, laughing as if they hadn't seen her. Which they probably hadn't.



I felt it now, a faint stirring in the cold air. A sensation that had nothing to do with the wind. She was pretending to be unseen. Until the couples had noticed her, by not noticing her, I hadn't noticed her, either. Which meant she was good. Very, very good.



She stood under the last streetlight. Her hair was butter yellow and thick with waves. Longer than mine, nearly to her waist. The coat she wore, buttoned all the way up, was black. The color was too harsh for her. It bleached the color from her skin even with makeup.



She stood in the center of the sidewalk, arrogant. She was about my size, not physically imposing. So why did she stand there as if nothing in the world could hurt her? Only three things give you that kind of confidence: a machine gun, stupidity, or being a vampire. I didn't see a machine gun, and she didn't look stupid. She did look like a vampire now that I realized what I was looking at. The makeup was good. It made her look almost alive. Almost.



She caught me staring at her. She stared back, trying to catch my eyes with her own, but I was an old hand at this little dance. Staring at someone's face while not staring at their eyes is a trick that gets easier with practice. She frowned at me. Didn't like the eyes not working.



I stood about two yards from her. Feet apart, as balanced as I was going to get in high heels. My hands were already out in the cold, ready to go for my gun if I had to.



Her power crept over my skin like fingers touching here and there, trying to find a weakness. She was very good, but she was also only a little over a hundred. A hundred years wasn't old enough to cloud my mind. All animators had a partial natural immunity to vampires. Mine seemed to be higher than most.



Her pretty face was blank with concentration like a china doll's. She flung a hand outward as if throwing something at me. I flinched, and her power caught me like an invisible wave, slamming into my body. It staggered me.



I pulled my gun. She didn't try and jump me. She tried to concentrate me out of it. She was at least two hundred years old. I'd underestimated her age by a century. I didn't make mistakes like that often. Her power beat along my skin like tiny clubs, but it never came close to touching my mind. I was almost as surprised as she looked when I pointed the gun at her. It had been too easy.



"Hey," came a voice from behind us. "Put the gun down, now!" A policeman, just when I needed one, I pointed the gun at the sidewalk.



"Put the gun on the sidewalk, right now," his voice growled out, and without turning around I knew his own gun was out. Cops take guns very seriously. I held the Browning out to my right, one-handed, left hand in the air, and squatted to lay the gun gently on the sidewalk.



"I do not need this interruption," the vampire said. I glanced up at her as I stood, slowly, putting my hands atop my head, fingers laced. Maybe I'd get points for knowing the drill. She was staring past me at the approaching cop. It wasn't a friendly look.



"Don't hurt him," I said.



Her eyes flicked back to me. "We are not allowed to attack the police." Her voice was thick with scorn. "I know the rules."



I wanted to say, "What rules?" but didn't. It was a good rule. The policeman could live with a rule like that. Of course, I wasn't a cop, and I was betting the rules didn't apply to me.



The cop came into view out of the comer of my eye. His gun was pointing at me. He kicked my gun out of reach. I saw it hit the building. A hand shoved into my back, getting my attention. "You don't need to know where the gun went."



He was right, for now. He frisked me one-handed. It wasn't very thorough, and I wondered where his partner was.



"Enough," the vampire said.



I felt the cop step back from me. "What's going on here?"



Her power slithered past me, like a great beast had brushed me in the dark. I heard the policeman gasp.



"Nothing is happening here," the vampire said. There was a flavoring of accent in her voice. German or Austrian, maybe.



I heard his voice say, "Nothing is happening here."



"Now go back to directing traffic," she said.



I turned, slowly, hands still on my head. The cop was standing there, face empty, eyes wide. His gun was pointed at the ground, as if he'd forgotten he was holding it.



"Go away," she said.



He stood there frozen. He was wearing his cross tie tack. He was wearing his blessed cross, just like he was supposed to, and it wasn't doing much good.



I backed away from both of them. If she stopped paying attention to the cop, I wanted to be armed. I lowered my arms slowly, watching the cop. If she took her control off suddenly, and I wasn't where I was supposed to be, he might shoot me. Probably not, but maybe. If he saw me with the gun in my hand a second time, almost certainly.



"I don't suppose you would remove his cross so I could order him about?"



My eyes flicked to the vampire. She was looking at me. The cop stirred, struggling like a dreamer in the grip of a nightmare. She turned her eyes back to him, and the struggles ceased.



"I don't think so," I said. I knelt, trying to keep my attention on both of them. I touched the Browning, and wrapped cold fingers around it. My hands were stiff from being exposed to the cold for so long. I wasn't sure how fast I could draw right at that moment. Maybe I should look into some gloves. Maybe ones with the fingertips cut out.



I shoved the Browning in my coat pocket, hand still gripping it. My hand would warm up, and I could shoot through my coat if I had to.



"Without the cross I could make him go away. Why can't I control you like that?"



"Just lucky, I guess."



Her eyes flicked to me. Again, he stirred. She had to stare at him while she talked to me. It was interesting to see how much concentration it took. She was powerful but it had its limits.



"You are the Executioner," she said.



"What of it?"



"I didn't believe the stories. Now I believe some of the stories."



"Bully for you. Now, what do you want?"



A slight smile curled her lipsticked mouth. "I want you to leave Jean-Claude alone."



I blinked, not sure I'd heard right. "What do you mean, leave him alone?"



"Don't date him. Don't flirt with him. Don't talk to him. Leave him alone."



"Glad to," I said.



She turned to me, startled. You don't get to surprise a two-hundred-year-old vamp often. Her face looked very human with its wide eyes and little oof surprise.



The cop gave a snort and looked around wildly. "What the hell?" He looked at both of us. We looked like two petite women out for the evening. He glanced down at his gun and seemed embarrassed. He didn't remember why it was out. He put the gun away, muttering apologies and backing away from us. The vampire let him go.



"You'd leave Jean-Claude alone, just like that?" she asked.



"You bet."



She shook her head. "I do not believe you."



"Look, I don't care what you believe. If you have the hots for Jean-Claude, more power to you. I've been trying to get him off my back for years."



Again that shake of the head, sending her yellow hair flying about her face. It was a very girlish gesture. It would have been cute if she hadn't been a corpse.



"You are lying. You desire him. Anyone would."



I couldn't argue that. "You got a name?"



"I am Gretchen."



"Well, Gretchen, I wish you joy of the Master. If you need any help sinking your fangs into him, let me know. I would love for him to find a nice little vampire to settle down with."



"You mock me."



I shrugged. "A little, but it's habit, nothing personal. I mean what I said. I don't want Jean-Claude."



"You don't think he's beautiful?" Her voice was soft with surprise.



"Well, yeah, but I think tigers are beautiful. I still don't want to sleep with one."



"No mortal could resist him."



"This one can," I said.



"Stay away from him, or I'll kill you," she said.



Gretchen wasn't listening to me, not really. She heard the words, but the meaning didn't sink in. Reminded me of Jean-Claude.



"Look, he chases me. I'll stay away from him if he'll let me. But don't threaten me."



"He's mine, Anita Blake. Come against me at your peril."



It was my turn to shake my head. Maybe she didn't know I had a gun pointed at her. Maybe she didn't know it had silver-plated bullets in it. Maybe she had lived for a couple of centuries and had grown arrogant. Yeah, that was probably it.



"Look, I don't have time for this right now. Jean-Claude is yours, great, fine. I'm thrilled to hear it. Keep him away from me, and I will be the happiest woman alive or dead." I didn't want to turn my back on her, but I had to go. If she wasn't going to jump me here and now, Dolph was waiting at a murder scene. I had to go.



"Gretchen, what are you and Anita talking about?" Jean-Claude stalked towards us. He was wearing, I kid you not, a black cape. It was a Victorian style with a collar. A top hat with a white silk band completed the look.



Gretchen gazed at him. It was the only word for it. The naked adoration in her face was sickening, and very human. "I wanted to meet my rival."



I wasn't her rival, but I didn't think she'd believe that.



"I told you to wait outside so you would not meet her. You knew that." The last three words were spat out, thrown at her like rocks.



She flinched. "I meant no harm this night."



That was almost a lie, but I didn't say anything. I could have told him that she'd threatened me, but somehow it seemed like tattling. She'd gone to a lot of trouble to get me alone. To warn me off. Her love for him was so naked. I could not enlist his help against her. Foolish, but true. Besides, I didn't like owing Jean-Claude favors.



"I'll leave you two lovebirds alone."



"What lies did you tell her about us?" His words scalded the air. I could feel myself choking on his rage. Jesus.



She fell to her knees, hands held upward, not to avoid a blow, but beseeching, reaching for him. "Please, I only wanted to meet her. To see the mortal that would steal you from me."



I did not want to see this, but it was like a car crash. I couldn't quite bring myself to leave.



"She steals nothing. I have never loved you."



The pain was raw on her face, and even under the makeup she looked less human. Her face was thinning out, bones growing more apparent, as if her skin were shrinking.



He grabbed her arm and pulled her roughly to her feet. His white-gloved fingers dug into her arm. If she'd been human, there would have been bruises. "Get hold of yourself, woman. You are losing control."



Her thinning lips drew back from fangs. She hissed at him, jerking free of his hand. She covered her face with hands that were almost claws. I'd seen vampires show their true form, but never by accident, never in the open, where anyone might see. "I love you." The words came out muffled and twisted, but the feeling in those three words was very real. Very... human.



"Get out of sight before you disgrace us all," Jean-Claude said.



She raised a face to the light that was no longer human. The pale skin glowed with an inner light. The makeup sat on that glowing surface. The blush, eye shadow, lipstick seemed to float above the light, as if her skin would no longer absorb them. When she turned her head, I could see the bones in her jaws like shadows inside her skin. "This is not over between us, Anita Blake." The words fell out from between fangs and teeth.



"Leave us!" Jean-Claude's words were an echoing hiss.



She launched herself skyward, not a leap, not levitation, just upward. She vanished into the darkness with a backwash of wind.



"Sweet Jesus," I whispered it.



"I am sorry, ma petite. I sent her out here so this would not happen." He walked towards me in his elegant cape. A gust of icy wind whistled around the corner, and he had to make a grab for the top hat. It was nice to know that at least his clothing didn't obey his every whim.



"I've got to go, Jean-Claude. The police are waiting for me."



"I did not mean for this to happen tonight."



"You never mean for anything to happen, Jean-Claude. But it happens anyway." I put a hand up to stop his words. I didn't want to hear any more of them.



"I've got to go." I turned and walked towards my car. I transferred my gun back to its holster when I was safely across the icy street.



"I am sorry, ma petite." I whirled to tell him to get the hell away from me. He wasn't there. The streetlight glowed down on empty sidewalk. I guess he and Gretchen hadn't needed a car.