Fade Out

“Come on,” Shane gasped, and pushed her faster. It was harder for Claire; she was a bookworm, not a ru

Her lungs were already on fire.

Need to exercise more, she thought crazily. Note to self: practice wind sprints.

Something hit her in the back, and Claire lost her balance and hit the pavement hard. Shane yelled, stopped, and turned to cover her. In seconds, the pack of guys was on them, and Claire saw Shane taking a bat away from one guy and using it to smack the tire iron away from another attacker.

A shadow loomed over her, and she looked up to see a guy who looked about ten feet tall raise a baseball bat over his head, aiming straight for hers.

Claire grabbed him around the knees and yanked, hard. He yelled in surprise as his legs folded, and he fell backward. The bat hit the ground with a clatter, and Claire picked it up as she climbed to her feet. Shane was swinging with precision, taking out weapons and maybe breaking an arm here and there if he had to. All she had to do was stand there and look threatening.

It was over in a few seconds. Something turned for the pack, and they’d had enough. Claire stood there shaking, bat still cocked in the ready position, as the last guy scrambled up off the pavement and lurched away.

Shane dropped his bat and put both hands on her shoulders. “Claire? Look at me. Are you all right? Anybody hit you?”

“No.” She felt shaky, and she had some ski

“It wouldn’t have mattered,” Shane told her, and kissed her forehead with burning hot lips. “They were going to go after anybody they came across. The vampire thing is just an excuse. God, Claire. Good job.”

“All I did was hold the bat.”

“You held it like you meant it.” He put his arm around her and picked up both bats, slinging them over his left shoulder. “Let’s get home.”

When they got home, after getting the third degree from Michael, then Eve, they had to answer to the Founder. Not by choice; Claire was all for making a quick phone call to the police and letting it go through cha

He must have been right, because as soon as he hung up the phone, a wave of sensation swept through the house—like a gust of wind, only psychic. Claire actually felt the locks she’d put on the portals snap, and the co

Amelie was coming in person.

Michael realized it, too—he and Claire seemed to be more co

“Up where?” Shane asked, frowning.

“Amelie,” Claire sighed. “I was hoping for a hot bath, too.”

The four of them, in the spirit of solidarity, trudged upstairs to the hidden room. The Tiffany lamps—minus that one pole lamp casualty—were blazing, filling the walls with color and light, but somehow none of it fell on Amelie, who looked pale as bone and just as hard. She was wearing pure, cold white, and her lips seemed almost blue. Her eyes looked more silver than gray, but maybe that was because of the metallic shine of her shirt under the tailored jacket.

Claire wondered why she bothered with the meticulous dressing, when Amelie rarely seemed to leave her home these days; she supposed that growing up as royalty in the distant past had made looking perfect a habit she couldn’t seem to shake.

Amelie received the news of the gangs beating up on her vampires without much shock, Claire thought; she sat there looking cool and calm, hands folded, and listened to Shane and Claire’s experience without any flicker of expression. There was something in her face when Claire described the handful of pulled vampire fangs that she’d seen, but what it was, Claire couldn’t guess. Disgust, maybe, or pain. “Is that all?” Amelie asked. She sounded way too distant. “What of Morley? Did you see where he went?”

“We don’t know,” Claire said. “He looked—hurt. A lot hurt, maybe.”

“I was afraid of this,” Amelie said, and got up to pace the floor.

“Afraid of what?” Michael asked. He was leaning against the wall with his arms folded, looking very serious. “Losing control?”

Amelie stopped to frown at the broken pole lamp, trailing pale fingers over the neat slice through the metal. “Afraid that humans might lose their fear of reprisals if I offered too much leniency,” she said. “The rules of Morganville existed for a reason. They were meant to protect the strong few from the fragile many. Even a giant may be destroyed by the stings of insects, if there are enough of them.”

“That’s not what your rules did,” Shane said. “They just made it easier for vampires to kill us without letting humans hit them back.”

Amelie sent him a cool glance, but didn’t otherwise react. “I’ve received reports of other incidents, less serious than this. It seems these gangs of thugs are growing bolder, and that must be stopped.”

“They said something about Morley killing a kid,” Shane said. “Anything to that?”

“I doubt it.” Amelie met his eyes for a few seconds, then continued to pace. “I’ve had no reports of children being victimized. As you know, that is strictly against all our laws, human or vampire. I can’t say it never happens, but it happens in human society, as well. Yes?”

“Maybe, but why did they take it out on Morley?” She shrugged. “Morley is an easy target, like all the vampires who choose not to declare an allegiance. They are powerful in themselves, but vulnerable. Morley’s lived rough and alone for some time. It’s not surprising that humans are taking vengeance on those easiest to hunt. In other towns, they target the homeless, as well, do they not?”

“Aren’t you going to do anything about it?” Claire asked.

“There are laws. I assume they will be enforced. Until these thugs are caught and punished, I will caution all vampires to be careful.” Amelie smiled slowly. “And I will allow them latitude in matters of self-defense, of course. That should put a stop to things quickly.”

Claire wasn’t so sure of that. First, Morley and his vamps had gotten all pushy with Amelie, and then Oliver had seemed about to bolt from her camp and set up as a pretender to the throne. Now, there were humans roaming around looking for trouble, too. And Amelie just seemed . . . disco

It seemed that, as much as they’d tried to pull Morganville together, it was unraveling all around them.

“I believe I have heard enough,” Amelie said. “You may go. All of you.”

She kept on pacing, as if she didn’t intend to leave. Claire hung back, watching her, as the others descended the stairs, and finally said, “Are you okay?”

Amelie stopped, but didn’t look at her. “Of course,” she said. “I am—troubled, but otherwise fine. Why do you ask?”

Because you tried to kill yourself two nights ago? Claire didn’t think it would be smart to bring that up. “Just—if you need anything . . .”

Amelie did look at her this time, and there was something warm and almost human in her expression. “Thank you.” Amelie’s personal winter closed in again, leaving her face still and cold. “There’s nothing you can do, Claire. Nothing any of you can do. Now go.”

That last thing wasn’t a request, and Claire took it for dismissal. Shane was waiting at the bottom of the stairs, looking up with a worried not-quite-frown that smoothed away in relief when he saw her coming to join him. “Don’t do that,” he said.

“Do what?”

“There’s something off about her right now. Don’t you see that? Don’t try to help. Just walk away.”

Claire tapped the gold bracelet on her wrist. “Yeah, that’ll work.”