Burchard shoved me into the wall and frisked me very thoroughly. He didn't check my teeth or have me drop my pants, but that was about it. He found everything I was carrying. Even the derringer. He shoved my cross into his pocket. Maybe I could tattoo one on my arm? Probably wouldn't work.
I went out to stand with Zachary, and Edward got his turn. I stared at Zachary. "Does she know?" I asked.
"Shut up."
I smiled. "She doesn't, does she?"
"Shut up!"
Edward came back, and we stood there with our hands on top of our heads, weapons gone. It was not a pretty sight.
Adrenaline was bubbling like champagne, and my pulse was threatening to jump out of my throat. I wasn't afraid of the guns, not really. I was afraid of Nikolaos. What would she do to us? To me? If I had a choice, I'd force them to shoot me. It had to be better than anything Nikolaos had in her evil little mind.
"They are unarmed, Mistress," Burchard said.
"Good," she said. "Do you know what we were doing while you destroyed my people?"
I didn't think she wanted an answer, so I didn't give her one.
"We were preparing a friend of yours, animator."
My stomach jerked. I had a wild image of Catherine, but she was out of town. My god, Ronnie. Did they have Ronnie?
It must have showed on my face because Nikolaos laughed, high and wild, an excited tittering.
"I really hate that laugh," I said.
"Silence," Burchard said.
"Oh, Anita, you are so amusing. I will enjoy making you one of my people." Her voice started high and childlike and ended low enough to crawl down my spine.
She called out in a clear voice, "Enter this room now."
I heard shuffling footsteps; then Phillip walked into the room. The horrible wound at his throat was thick, white scar tissue. He stared around the room as if he didn't really see it.
I whispered, "Dear God."
They had raised him from the dead.
Chapter 47
Nikolaos danced around him. The skirt of her pastel pink dress swirled around her. The large, pink bow in her hair bobbed as she twirled, arms outstretched. Her slender legs were covered in white leotards. The shoes were white with pink bows.
She stopped, laughing and breathless. A healthy pink flush on her cheeks, eyes sparkling. How did she do that?
"He looks very alive, doesn't he?" She stalked around him, hand brushing his arm. He drew away from her, eyes following her every move, afraid. He remembered her. God help us. He remembered her.
"Do you want to see him put through his paces?" she asked.
I hoped I didn't understand her. I fought to keep my face blank. I must have succeeded because she stomped over to me, hands on hips.
"Well," she said, "do you want to watch your lover perform?"
I swallowed bile, hard. Maybe I should just throw up on her. That would teach her. "With you?" I asked.
She sidled up to me, hands clasped behind her back. "It could be you. Your choice."
Her face was almost touching mine. Eyes so damned wide and innocent that it seemed sacrilegious. "Neither sounds very appealing," I said.
"Pity." She half-skipped back to Phillip. He was naked, and his tanned body was still handsome. What were a few more scars?
"You didn't know I was going to be here, so why raise Phillip from the dead?" I asked.
She turned on the heels of her little shoes. "We raised him so he could try to kill Aubrey. Murdered zombies can be so much fun, while they try to kill their murderers. We thought we'd give him a chance while Aubrey was asleep. Aubrey can move if you disturb him." She glanced at Edward. "But then you know that."
"You were going to let Aubrey kill him again," I said.
She nodded, head bobbing. "Mmm-uh."
"You bitch," I said.
Burchard shoved the rifle butt into my stomach, and I dropped to my knees. I panted, trying to breathe. It didn't help much.
Edward was staring very fixedly at Zachary, who was holding the pistol square on his chest. You didn't have to be good at that range or even lucky. Just squeeze the trigger and kill someone. Poof.
"I can make you do whatever I please," Nikolaos said.
A fresh spurt of adrenaline rushed through me. It was too much. I threw up in the corner. Nerves and being hit very hard in the stomach with a rifle. Nerves I'd had before; the rifle butt was a new experience.
"Tsk, tsk," Nikolaos said. "Do I frighten you that much?"
I managed to stand up at last. "Yes," I said. Why deny it?
She clapped her hands together. "Oh, goody." Her face shifted gears, instant switch. The little girl was gone, and no amount of pink, frilly dresses would bring her back. Nikolaos's face was thinner, alien. The eyes were great drowning pools. "Hear me, Anita. Feel my power in your veins."
I stood there, staring at the floor, fear like a cold rush on my skin. I waited for something to tug at my soul. Her power to roll me under and away. Nothing happened.
Nikolaos frowned. The little girl was back. "I bit you, animator. You should crawl if I ask it. What did you do?"
I breathed a small, heartfelt prayer, and answered her. "Holy Water."
She snarled. "This time we will keep you with us until after the third bite. You will take Theresa's place. Perhaps then you will be more eager to find out who is murdering vampires."
I fought with everything in me not to glance at Zachary. Not because I didn't want to give him away, I would do that, but I was waiting for the moment when it would help us. It might get Zachary killed, but it wouldn't take out Burchard or Nikolaos. Zachary was the least dangerous person in this whole room.
"I don't think so," I said.
"Oh, but I do, animator."
"I would rather die."
She spread her arms wide. "But I want you to die, Anita, I want you to die."
"That makes us even," I said.
She giggled. The sound made my teeth hurt. If she really wanted to torture me, all she had to do was lock me in a room and laugh at me. Now that would be hell.
"Come on, boys and girls, let's go play in the dungeon." Nikolaos led the way. Burchard motioned for us to follow. We did. Zachary and he brought up the rear, guns in hand. Phillip stood uncertainly in the middle of the room, watching us go.
Nikolaos called back, "Have him follow us, Zachary."
Zachary called, "Come, Phillip, follow me."
He turned and walked after us, his eyes still uncertain and not really focused.
"Go on," Burchard said. He half-raised the rifle, and I went.
Nikolaos called back, "Gazing at your lover; how nice."
It wasn't a long enough walk to the dungeon door. If they tried to chain me to the wall, I'd rush them. I'd force them to kill me. Which meant I'd better rush Zachary. Burchard might wound me or knock me unconscious, and that would be very, very bad.
Nikolaos led us down the steps and out into the floor. What a day for a parade. Phillip followed, but he was looking around now, really seeing things. He froze, staring at the place where Aubrey had killed him. His hand reached out to touch the wall. He flexed his hand, rubbing fingers into his palm as if he was feeling something. A hand went to his neck and found the scar. He screamed. It echoed against the walls.
"Phillip," I said.
Burchard held me back with the rifle. Phillip crouched in the corner, face hidden, arms locked around his knees. He was making a high, keening noise.
Nikolaos laughed.
"Stop it, stop it!" I walked towards Phillip, and Burchard shoved the gun against my chest. I yelled into his face, "Shoot me, shoot me, dammit! It's got to be better than this."
"Enough," Nikolaos said. She stalked over to me, and I gave ground. She kept walking, forcing me to back up until I bumped against the wall. "I don't want you shot, Anita, but I want you hurt. You killed Winter with your little knife. Let's see how good you really are." She strode away from me. "Burchard, give her back her knives."
He never even hesitated or asked why. He just walked over to me and handed them to me, hilt first. I didn't question it either. I took them.
Nikolaos was suddenly beside Edward. He started to move away. "Kill him if he moves again, Zachary."
Zachary came to stand close, gun out.
"Kneel, mortal," she said.
Edward didn't do it. He glanced at me. Nikolaos kicked him in the bend of the knee hard enough to make him grunt. He dropped to one knee, and she grabbed his right arm and tugged it behind his back. One slender hand grabbed his throat.