Now, from deeper in the Occult Reading Room, which, really, was just a few rows packed floor to ceiling with mostly oversized, darkish books, I heard something slowly, calmly, disturbingly calling out my name.
“Sssister,” it said in a dry, raspy voice that seemed to be many voices speaking as one, voices that could have just as easily been my imagination. “Sssister Sssamantha...come to us...waiting...waiting...”
“Ignore them, Samantha. They have no power over you.”
“But she does,” I said, tapping my chest.
“No. Not if you don’t let her.”
“But she already does,” I said. “I can’t eat normally, or go in the sun, or breathe or die or...”
He placed a hand on my shoulder. “I never said you had an ideal situation, Samantha. But she has not won, nor will she.”
I nodded and wanted to cry. His touch did something to me...so comforting, so warm, so gentle...but I kept it together.
“I have two questions...” I finally said.
He waited, and this time I plunged forward, ignoring the beseeching whisperings from deeper in the room.
“Will my son...?”
Except I actually couldn’t plunge forward. Not with Archibald Maximus looking at me so kindly, and not with the emotions that raged through me...from fear to fragile hope.
“Your son’s condition was unexpected,” said Archibald, perhaps tapping into my thoughts. “But, remember, your son did consume the ruby medallion. He will neither revert back into vampirism, nor can he be turned into a vampire.”
“But is he immortal?”
“Immortality must stand the test of time.”
“Is that a joke?”
“Not really, Sam. What it means, I do not know, and, I suspect, no one knows what will become of your son. But one thing is certain: he will never need to drink blood, nor will he ever shy away from the sun. The curse of vampirism has been lifted.”
“But what is he?” I asked.
The Librarian’s gentle blue eyes twinkled. He looked so much older than his smooth, handsome, nerdy face implied. “I suspect something very special, Sam. Now, I believe you have a second question about Russell?”
“Yes, how—never mind.”
“Thoughts are vibrations, Sam,” he said, answering anyway. “I don’t so much read your mind, as read your vibrations.”
“Of course,” I said. “Doesn’t everyone?”
“Everyone could, if they knew how.”
“Then teach me.”
“You are far better at it then you realize.”
“Fat lot of good that does me.” I gave him a small grin. I liked the Librarian, whoever he was. “Okay, here goes: can another human being be bonded to me?”
“In short, yes.”
“Without them knowing it?”
“They know it, Sam. They allowed it. But, perhaps, they did not understand the full extent of the connection...and neither did you.”
“Full extent of the connection?” I said, phrasing it as a question, mostly because I hadn’t a clue what I was talking about.
“It means, he’s devoted to you completely, and if coitus was involved, then the connection might be even deeper.”
“Oh, don’t get all puritanical on me now,” I said. “You know very well we had sex.”
“I might be many things,” said Archibald, nodding slowly. “But one of them is not crude.”
“Fine, whatever...just tell me what to do.”
“You don’t enjoy his devotion?”
“No...not like this. Not against his will.”
“His will has allowed it.”
“It’s not right,” I said.
“Good,” said Archibald, and I suspect his last few questions had been a test of some sort. “Then you must release him, Sam.”
“And how do I do that?”
“There’s no correct way, I’m afraid.”
“I don’t understand.”
“The connection between two people is deeply personal and intimate. You will need to find your own way through this.”
“Great,” I said. “Who makes this stuff up, anyway?”
Maximus grinned and leaned against the counter. “Oh, just us nerds.”
Chapter Fourteen
I recognized the girl.
Granted, this time she was lying on a slab of cold steel in the Los Angeles County Coroner’s office. With me were Detective Sanchez and Dr. Mueller. The detective and I stood to one side of the mostly-covered body, while the medical examiner stood on the other.
Dr. Mueller wore a white lab coat that was mostly clean. There was a very faint splatter near his lapel. It was a fresh splatter...and it made my stomach growl.
Such a monster.
With that thought, Sanchez glanced over at me, alarm in his eyes. Our communication was open, as we had intended it. Sanchez and I had determined beforehand that a private, inner dialogue between ourselves wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Don’t worry, I thought to him now, I can control myself.
You had me worried there.
Trust me, drinking from stiffs in the morgue isn’t my idea of fine dining.
That’s disturbing on many levels.
Welcome to my world.
Sanchez didn’t respond, but the look of extreme concern in his eyes said it all. Yes, I was a freak...so freaky that an armed LAPD homicide cop was nervous.
Not nervous, he countered. Just...alarmed.
Bullshit.
Okay, fine. You scare the shit out of me. In fact, I haven’t been the same since we last met. I’ve been a nervous wreck and...
He paused, but I picked up his stray thought.
And you’ve been reading up about vampires? I asked.
Well, yes. Wouldn’t you if you were in my shoes? I have to know more. I’m...so intrigued...and scared...but mostly intrigued. It’s just so bizarre. I don’t want you to remove my memory, Sam. I’ll keep your secret. Just like Sherbet does. I need to know what I’m up against out here.
I looked at Dr. Mueller, who was staring at us from over his bifocals and waiting with, what I gathered, was extreme patience. I suspected that when you worked with corpses all day, you developed eternal patience.
Can we maybe talk about this later? I said to Sanchez.
Yes, of course. Sorry.
Meanwhile, during our conversation, Sanchez and I had been idly scanning the body. My line of work didn’t call for me viewing a lot of corpses. Neither did my job back when I was a federal agent for the Department of Housing and Urban Development, or the Office of the Inspector General. Back then, I mostly cracked down on fraud and waste and abuse in the various HUD programs. No, not very glamorous, but there were a lot of jerk-offs out there who were more than willing to scam the poor out of their life savings. Mortgage fraud and low-income housing went hand-in-hand, and I was proud to say that I had helped take my share of scumbags off the street.