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Father Paul returned to Fi
Fi
“Shut up, you stupid Irish lump. Just stay still. I’ll find a phone, and then we’ll call in some help. It won’t take too long to-”
Father Paul realized he wasn’t talking to anyone anymore. Fi
It had been a long time since Father Paul had performed last rites; he stumbled though them half blind, tears blurring his vision.
FORTY-NINE
Allen’s shoulders and forearms burned with effort. The metal handles of the lead box dug harshly into his fingers, ground against the bones.
The girls were screeching something high-pitched and panicked behind him. He tuned it out. He had to deliver the stone or die trying. The compulsion throbbing within him was almost painful now.
Panting, he made it to the top of the stairs. He staggered through the cathedral to the front door, pausing only once to breathe deeply and lean against a pew.
“Wait!” Pe
Allen didn’t wait; he jogged to the front door and kicked it open.
And froze in his tracks.
A thick fog had rolled in, gray and damp. It completely shrouded the cathedral. Allen couldn’t see three feet in front of him. Amy and Pe
“Where did this come from?” Pe
Amy shook her head. “I don’t think it’s natural.”
“I have to go.” Allen began to walk into the fog.
Pe
“What?” He shrugged them off. “Let me go.”
“What’s wrong with you?” Amy tightened her grip on Allen.
A steady gust of wind, nearly arctic, blew their hair back from their faces. They shrunk from it, startled.
The fog began to swirl. It split apart, a passage through the gray opening up before them. A tu
There she stood at the end, an eerie blue glow around her.
“Cassandra,” breathed Allen. He stumbled toward her.
Pe
“We’ve got to help him,” Amy said. “She’s controlling him.”
Amy ran toward Allen, but Cassandra moved like a blur, was in front of the girl in a split second, catching her across the jaw with a sharp backhand. Amy yelped and crumpled to the ground.
Allen fell at Cassandra’s feet, pushed the box toward her, panting, almost unconscious from the exertion. “I b-brought it. Please. Just like you asked.”
Cassandra reached down, brushed her fingers against Allen’s check. Her touch felt like ice. “My wonderful brave boy.”
“Hands off, bitch.” Pe
Cassandra’s slow smile didn’t touch her eyes. “Go away, little girl. Before you get hurt.”
“It’s go time.” Pe
Allen looked up from his place at the vampire’s feet, eyes wide. He’d seen the wolf, but he hadn’t seen her like this. She’d changed into some stage between human and wolf. It was still Pe
This was a werewolf.
Cassandra’s smile showed genuine amusement this time. “One of the old lupine clan. I’d heard there were still some of your kind about. This might prove sporting after all.”
Cassandra darted at Pe
Pe
Pe
The werewolf attacked again.
Cassandra stepped forward, caught Pe
Allen heard her land with a crunch and a yelp.
The silence stretched. Pe
Cassandra smiled down at Allen. “That little distraction has been taken care of. Come. Bring the stone.”
Allen tried to lift the box. He had nothing left and collapsed to the ground. “I can’t.”
“Never mind, my darling.” Cassandra lifted the box like it was a basket of laundry, tucked it under one arm. With her other hand she lifted Allen to his feet. “Let us be going.”
Allen hesitated. “You have the stone. Can’t I stay? I… I’m so tired.”
Her eyes caught his. “Allen.”
The bite mark on his i
“Come along, Allen.”
A dreamy grin split Allen’s face. “Yes, of course. I obey, mistress.”
She took him by the hand, and they disappeared into the fog.
Amy felt a throbbing in her head, dirt and grit on her face. How long had she been lying there on the ground? Only a few minutes maybe. She started to push herself up, felt hands lifting her. She turned, fist ready to strike.
“It’s just me,” Father Paul said. “Easy does it.”
He helped her up. She immediately looked around, peering into the fog. “Oh, God. Where are they?”
“I just got here,” the priest said.
She told him about Cassandra. “I don’t know what happened after that.”
“The vampire took him,” came a voice from the fog.
Pe
Father Paul rushed to her side, helped hold her up. “What happened?”
“She has Allen. And the philosopher’s stone.”
“Damn.”
Another figure emerged from the fog, startling them. It was Father Starkes.
“Where have you been?” Father Paul didn’t try to hide his irritation. “I told you to guard the door.”
“Sorry,” Starkes said. “I thought I heard something out there and went to take a look.”
Father Paul rubbed his eyes. “Forget it.” He looked up. “The fog is clearing.”
“Where’s Fi
“He didn’t make it.”
Amy gasped. Pe
“We need to regroup,” Father Paul said. “And then we get Allen back. And the stone too.”
They limped away, bruised but determined.
None of them saw the watchful raven following them.