Blood Memories

Angelo gazed around. "Yes, but I will miss this place… and you."

"Don't be so maudlin. Julian will forget this by summer, and we'll all meet in London, or maybe Paris."

They walked outside into the night air. Dark trees lined the path to the barn, allowing bits of light from the moon to glimmer through. Philip seldom formed attachments to places, but this path had always held a certain charm with its hidden black spaces-but still so wide that he could drive Kayli into full gallop two steps out of the stable door. Wanting to lock this night in his memory, he stared at each tree they walked past. Because of this, he stopped short when movement caught his eye.

"Angelo, there's something-"

Before he could finish speaking, a shadow stepped out from the base of a tree, and moonlight glinted in his eyes. He heard the sweeping arc rather than seeing anything. Then Angelo's body toppled to the ground, his separated head landing with a soft thud in the snow. The whole picture took a few seconds to sink in.

Then the pain hit.

Searing, scorching, hysterical faces exploded inside his eyes. Turks, ragged peasants, pale children, sobbing women, all danced and clawed at his brain while he writhed helplessly, scratching at his own temples to get them out-men with long surcoats, crosses in one hand and swords in the other, crying fanatical words while rushing to battle, horses and fire and a lady called Elizabeth who always waited, a dark-skinned vampire with no name biting his shoulder, hating him, making him pay for all eternity by stealing his dream of heaven. The visions and agony went on and on, a parade of lost souls seeking retribution. Finally the waves began fading. The sounds hushed.

"You're all right. It's over." Julian knelt beside him, a sword in one hand, blood smeared all over the other.

Twisting up to all fours, Philip stared at his master's body as it began to turn gray and crack. This couldn't be happening. "You killed him."

"I had to," Julian rasped. "Don't you see? We are meant to be alone, not to live in twisted families like mortals. Our kind has become diseased, feeding upon each other's powers until some of us began to throw off the balance… growing stronger than others, creating a threat. I'm putting the balance back. Soon we will be pure again, equal… safe."

The words sounded far away, at the end of a long corridor. Philip climbed to his feet in shock, not understanding or absorbing Julian's words. "What will John say? This will make him sad!"

"No, it won't. He's already dead." Still kneeling, Julian pressed the sword into the snow and leaned on the hilt with his hands. "Angelo must have known. He must have felt it."

"What?"

"Four nights ago, I took his head right in front of his servant."

"Edward? Where is he now?"

"Long gone. He's not one of them."

This was a night of new emotions. Acute pain and sorrow faded as something infinitely worse crept up Philip's spine. Julian's black eyes bored into him, emanating fear, making him back away.

"You may not remember," Julian whispered, "but we've been friends since childhood. That existence is over. You are an immortal hunter, forever alone. Do you understand? Alone."

"No. Maggie's mine."

"You stay away from her, or I will send her after. I'm not being cruel, only strong. You will thank me later. And it's not so harsh as it sounds. We can speak to each other, sometimes even hunt together. But never can we live together, never feed off each other's gifts. If even one of us gets this disease, the whole nightmare might begin again. Purity is what matters now-your first priority, more than me, more than Maggie, more than hunting. Do you understand?"

Terror filled Philip until fear was all he could see. What would he do? Existing by himself was worse than death. Perhaps this was a vision, the dream on the edge of John's sleep that he never quite saw, the bad thing he saw coming and couldn't stop. Julian's voice echoed through the darkness.

"Alone. Do you understand? Alone…"

Chapter 23

Alone."

I pulled out to see him mouthing the word almost silently, amber eyes lost in a fog of memories.

"Philip, wake up."

He blinked and looked down at me. Without thinking, I laid my face against his knee in a gesture of comfort, like a mortal, like a woman.

"It's all right," I said. "Long past now."

Julian had hurt him, filled his world with lies.

"I think he went on killing… all of them, Leisha," he whispered, "all but Edward, Maggie, and me."

"Did you send Maggie away?"

"No, I just didn't go home. Julian never had to chase her off. Then she left for America on her own in 1841, about two years after you."

"So she waited sixteen years for you to come back to Gascony?"

"We saw each other… sometimes. Like that first night you saw me at Cliffbracken, we'd all been out hunting together. I was happy. But after a few nights together, Julian broke us up."