Strictly Necessary Cookie should be enabled at all times so that we can save your preferences for cookie settings. If you disable this cookie, we will not be able to save your preferences. This means that every time you visit this website you will need to enable or disable cookies again. Search in the website:. Share this page on: Twitter Facebook Pinterest Whatsapp. Watch the Lyric Video…. Then the ghoul smiled, showing he'd filed all his teeth to points. Instead of inspiring fear, the sight annoyed Mencheres.
These ghouls thought they had the advantage because of the impending dawn, but dawn would only sap the strength of a new vampire. Even with his power level cloaked to where it would feel like he was only a young vampire, if the ghouls were wise, they'd wonder at Mencheres's lack of hesitation in confronting them. Then again, if they were wise, they wouldn't have killed Trick in the same area they used as a home.
It had only taken Mencheres an hour to track them down. Such stupidity wasn't only blatant disregard for vampire and ghoul law; it also endangered the secrecy of both their races. In another mood, Mencheres would have killed the shark-toothed ghoul without further conversation, then rounded up the remaining five for public punishment later. After all, Mencheres didn't require their confession to know they'd killed Trick.
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Not with the scent of vampire blood on them. The ghouls were lucky, because today, he wasn't looking for retribution over Trick's murder. Perhaps it was a good thing he'd lost his visions of the future, Mencheres reflected. Otherwise, if he'd foreseen that this was how he'd end his eons-old feud with the corrupt Law Guardian, Radjedef, he'd question his own sanity. But if he hadn't lost his visions, none of this would be necessary.
Anger flashed in him. After four thousand years of seeing glimpses of the future, to suddenly have his visions gone was as crippling as it was unexpected. He'd long lamented the frustration of having visions that some people paid no heed to; but now that they were gone, for all his other powers, he couldn't protect those he cared for.
A friend's recent, accusing words rang in Mencheres's mind. Why now, when I need you the most, are you of no use to me? Radjedef might have hated Mencheres for mill ennia, but he was too clever to come after a foe who could counter most hostile moves before they were even made. Now that Mencheres's visions were gone, this was Radjedef's best chance. As both men knew, Radjedef wouldn't hesitate to use his considerable power as a Law Guardian to manufacture charges against Mencheres for crimes that had never taken place.
Radjedef was no stranger to bending the law to suit his own purposes. It was something he'd done even before he had become a member of the powerful vampire ruling council. His old enemy might relish the upcoming confrontation and all the bloody coll ateral damage it would doubtless involve before one of them emerged a victor, but Mencheres would end this before it started.
It rather pleased him to imagine the frustration Radjedef would feel at being denied the opportunity to implement his elaborate plans for vengeance. So when the six ghouls pulled out their silver knives, smiling in that cruel, anticipatory way, Mencheres simply stood there.
This would get bloody, but he was no stranger to blood. Or to pain. Both had been his companions for far longer than these ghouls could even imagine. He cast one look at the predawn sky, wondering briefly if the sun shone in the afterlife.
Before the sun was high, either he or the ghouls would find out. Kira walked down Ashland Avenue, the second-to-last street before hers.
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A sudden breeze blew her hair into her eyes. They didn't call Chicago the Windy City for nothing.
She pushed stray pieces back behind her ears and shifted her heavy backpack onto her other shoulder. After all the times she'd toted her backpack to and from work, Kira would have thought it wouldn't feel as heavy as it did. Still, she was lucky her boss allowed her to use the company car on stakeouts, and besides, many people who lived and worked in the West Loop didn't own cars. They just didn't have to carry around the various cameras, camcorders, binoculars, and other necessary stakeout items that she did.
At least it had been a productive night. Her surveillance of her client's cheating wife finally paid off in the version of several incriminating photos that Kira dropped off at her office before she'd taken the Green Line back to her neighborhood. She could sleep in as late as she wanted to today, and even her exacting boss wouldn't have a thing to say about it. Being a private investigator meant tuning in to her surroundings, which came naturally to Kira, but her focus sharpened even more when she rounded the next corner.
Walking this particular stretch of road during the daylight was fine, but now, it made her uneasy. She was glad the sun had started to peek out. The line of dilapidated warehouses were supposed to be gone by now, but the lingering recession had slowed their razing and rebuilding. The stretch of unsightly buildings meant the rent in her building farther up the block was much lower than it would be once shiny new apartments replaced the graffiti-laced, abandoned units, but it also meant that she had to be watchful now. Muggings weren't uncommon in this area. She was almost past the last of them when raucous laughter jerked her head around.
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It had come from inside one of the warehouses, and it sounded more ugly than amused. Keep walking, Kira told herself, patting the pocket of her backpack where she kept a gun. You're almost home. That harsh laughter rang out again, this time, right on the heels of what sounded like a pained shout. Kira paused, listening hard. If it had been later in the day, the noise from cars and pedestrians would've drowned out anything coming from the warehouses; but with most people still sleeping, she next caught what sounded like a loud moan.
Whoever had made that sound was hurt, and when it was followed by more of that ugly laughter, Kira knew the two were related.
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She slipped her backpack off, pulling out her cell phone while walking faster toward the safety of her apartment building. She gave the address of where the warehouse was located. Moments later, another voice asked what her emergency was. She gave the address and information again, her teeth grinding in frustration as she had to repeat twice what she'd heard.
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Reed C. Corey R. She had a history with the police that wasn't necessarily pleasant. She'd done all she could. Hopefully it would be enough for whoever'd made that awful noise. But when she started to walk toward the front door of her building, her steps faltered. Instinct told her to turn around and head back to the warehouse. It would be five to ten minutes before the patrol car arrived.
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What if the unknown, injured person didn't have that long? Never try to be a hero, kid. Leave that to the shields. Her boss's admonition rang in Kira's mind, but instead of making her feel better, anger rose.
If not for her ex-husband, she'd be one of those "shields. Mack's voice, deep and scratchy, sounded through her mind next: Save one life. That had been her mentor's credo. If Mack had been more like her boss, Kira might be dead.