Ichor : Blood & Secrets

Chapter 32

Centuries ago, in the year of 2012, a girl Casie revolves her experiences so far,

“how frustrating is this? I left you in the trunk of the Jaguar and it’s two o’clock in the morning.” She stabbed her finger on

the leg of her nightgown as if she had a pen and was making a period. She whispered even more softly, leaning her forehead against the window,

“And

I’m afraid to go outside—in the dark—and get you. I’m afraid!” She made another stab and then, feeling tears slip down her cheeks, reluctantly turned her mobile on to record. It was a stupid waste of the battery, but she couldn’t help it. She needed this.

“So here I am,” she said softly, “sitting up in the backseat of the car. This has to be my diary entry for today. By the way, we made a rule for this road trip—I sleep in the Jag’s backseat and it’s the Great Outdoors for Matt and Klaus. Right now it’s so dark outside that I can’t see Matt anywhere….

But I’ve been going crazy—crying and feeling lost—and so lonely for Lucien….

“We have to get rid of the Jaguar—it’s too big, too red, too flashy, and too memorable when we’re trying not to be remembered as we travel to the place where we can free Lucien. After the car is sold, the lapis lazuli and diamond pendant Lucien gave me the day before he disappeared will be the most precious thing I have left. The day before…Lucien got tricked into going away, thinking he could become an ordinary human being. And now…

“How can I stop thinking about what They might be doing to him, at this very second—whoever ‘They’ are? Probably the kitsune, the evil fox spirits at the prison called the Shi no Shi.”

Casie paused to wipe her nose on her nightgown sleeve.

“How did I ever get myself into this situation?” She shook her head, hit the seatback with her clenched fist.

“Maybe if I could figure that out, I could come up with Plan A. I always have a Plan A. And my friends always have a Plan B and C to help me.” Casie blinked hard, thinking of Octiva and Meredith. “But now I’m frightened that I’ll never see them again. And I’m scared for the entire town of Fell’s Church.”F

or a moment she sat with her clenched fist on her knee. A small voice inside her was saying, “So stop whining, Casie, and think. Think. Start from the beginning.”

The beginning? What was the beginning? Lucien?

No, she had lived in Fell’s Church long before Lucien came.

Slowly, almost dreamily, she spoke into her mobile. “In the first place: who am I? I’m Casie Malrux, age eighteen.” Even more slowly, she said, “I …don’t think it’s vain to say that I’m beautiful. If I didn’t know I was, I’d have to have never looked in a mirror or heard a compliment. It’s not something I should be proud of—it’s just something that was passed down from Mom and Dad.

“What do I look like? I have blond hair that falls in sort of waves past my shoulders and blue eyes that some people have said are like lapis lazuli: dark blue with splashes of gold.” She gave a half-choked laugh. “Maybe that’s why vampires like me.”

Then her lips tightened and, staring into the utter blackness around her, she spoke seriously.

“A lot of boys have called me the most angelic girl in the world. And I played around with them. I just used them—for popularity, for amusement, for whatever. I’m being honest, all right? I considered them to be toys or trophies.” She paused. “But there was something else. Something that I

knew all my life was coming—but I didn’t know what. I felt as if I were searching for something that I could never find with boys. None of my scheming or playing around with them ever touched my…deepest heart…until one very special boy came along.” She stopped and swallowed and said it again. “One very special

boy.

“His name was Lucien.

“And he turned out not to be what he looked like, a normal—but gorgeous—high school senior with rumpled dark hair and eyes as green as emeralds.

“Lucien Salvatore turned out to be a vampire.

“A real vampire.”

Casie had to pause to take a few choked breaths before she could get the next words out.

“And so did his gorgeous older brother, Klaus.”

She bit her lips, and it seemed a long time later that she added, “Would I have loved Lucien if I’d known he was a vampire from the beginning? Yes! Yes! Yes! I’d have fallen in love with him no matter what! But it changed things—and it changed me.” Casie’s finger traced a pattern on her nightgown

by touch alone. “You see, vampires show love by exchanging blood. The problem was…that I was sharing blood with Klaus, too. Not really by choice, but

because he was after me constantly, day and night.”

She let out a sigh. “What Klaus says is that he wants to make me a vampire and his Princess of the Night. What that translates into is: he wants me all to himself. But I wouldn’t trust Klaus on anything unless he gave his word. That’s one quirk he has, he never breaks his word.”

Casie could feel an odd smile curling her lips, but she was speaking calmly now, fluently, the mobile almost forgotten.

“A girl involved with two vampires…well, there’s bound to be trouble, isn’t there? So maybe I deserved what I got.

“I died.

“Not just ‘died’ like when your heart stops and they resuscitate you and you come back talking about almost going into the Light. I went into the Light.

“I died.

“And when I came back—what a surprise! I was a vampire.

“Klaus was…kind to me, I suppose, when I first woke up as a vampire. Maybe that’s the reason I still have…feelings for him. He didn’t take advantage of me when he could have easily.

“But I only had time to do a few things in my vampire life. I had time to remember Lucien and love him more than ever—since I knew, then, how difficult everything was for him. I got to listen to my own memorial service. Ha! Everybody should get a chance to do that. I learned to always, always wear lapis lazuli so I wouldn’t become a vampire Crispy Critter. I got to say good-bye to my little four-year-old sister, Margaret, and visit Octiva and Meredith….

”

Tears were still sliding almost unnoticed down Casie’s face. But she spoke quietly.

“And then—I died again.

“I died the way a vampire dies, when they don’t have lapis lazuli in the sunlight. I didn’t crumble into dust; I was only seventeen. But the sun poisoned me anyway. Going was almost…peaceful. That was when I made Lucien promise to take care of Klaus, always. And I think Klaus swore to

take care of Lucien, in his mind. And that was how I died, with Lucien holding me and Klaus beside me as I simply drifted away, like going to sleep.

“After that, I had dreams I don’t remember, and then suddenly, one day everyone was surprised because I was talking to them through Octiva, who is very psychic, poor thing. I guess I had landed the job of being Fell’s Church’s guardian spirit. There was a danger to the town. They had to fight it and

somehow, when they were sure that they had lost, I got dumped back to the world of the living to help. And—well, when the war was won I was left with these weird powers I don’t understand. But there was Lucien, too! We were together again!”

Casie wrapped her arms around herself tightly and held on as if she were holding Lucien to her, imagining his warm arms around her. She shut her eyes until her breathing slowed.

“About my powers, let’s see. There’s telepathy, which I can do if the other person is telepathic—which all vampires are, but to different degrees unless they’re actually sharing blood with you at the time. And then there are my Wings.

“It’s true—I have Wings! And the Wings have powers you wouldn’t believe—the only problem being that I don’t have the faintest idea how to use

them. There’s one that I can feel sometimes, like right now, trying to get out of me, trying to shape my lips to name it, trying to move my body into the right

stance. It’s Wings of Protection and that sounds like something we could really use on this trip. But I can’t even remember how I made the old

Wings work

—much less figure out how to use this new one. I say the words until I feel like an i***t—but nothing happens at all.

“So I’m a human again—as human as Octiva. And, oh, God, if I could only see her and Meredith right now! But all the time I tell myself that I’m getting closer to Lucien every minute. That is, if you take into account Klaus’s running us up and down and everywhere to throw off anybody trying to track us down.

“Why would anyone want to track us down? Well, you see, when I came back from the afterlife there was a very big explosion of Power that everyone in the world who can see Power saw.

“Now, how do I explain Power? It’s something that everybody has, but that humans—except genuine psychics like Octiva—don’t even recognize. Vampires definitely have Power, and they use it to Influence humans to like them, or to think that things are different from reality—oh, like the way Lucien

Influenced the high school staff to think his records were all in order when he ‘transferred’ to Robert E. Lee High School. Or they use Power to blast other

vampires or creatures of darkness—or humans.

“But I was talking about the burst of Power when I dropped down from the heavens. It was so big that it attracted two horrible creatures from the other side of the world. And then they decided to come see what had made the burst, and if there was any way they could use it for themselves. “I’m not joking, either, about them being from the other side of the world.

They were kitsune, evil fox spirits from Japan. They’re something like our Western werewolves—but much more powerful. So powerful that they used malach, which are really plants but look like insects that can be no bigger than

a pinhead or big enough to swallow your arm. And the malach attach themselves to your nerves and feather out along your entire nervous system and finally they take you over from inside.”

Now Casie was shuddering, and her voice was hushed.

“That’s what happened to Klaus. A tiny one got into him and it took him over from inside so that he was only a puppet of Shinichi’s. I forgot to say, the kitsune are called Shinichi and Misao. Misao is the girl. They both have black hair with red all around the tips, but Misao’s is long. And they’re supposed to be brother and sister—but they sure don’t act like it.

“And once Klaus was fully possessed, that’s when Shinichi made Klaus’s body…do terrible things. He made him torture Matt and me, and even now I know that sometimes Matt still wants to kill Klaus for it. But if he’d seen what I saw—a whole thin, wet, white second body that I had to pull out

with my fingernails from Klaus’s spine—with Klaus finally passing out from the pain—then Matt would understand better. I can’t blame Klaus for what

Shinichi made him do. I can’t. Klaus was…you can’t imagine how different. He was crushed. He cried. He was…

“Anyway, I don’t expect to ever see him like that again. But if I ever get my Wings’ powers back, Shinichi is in big trouble.

“I think that that was our mistake last time, you see. We finally were able to fight Shinichi and Misao—and we didn’t kill them. We were too moral or too gentle or something.

“It was a bad mistake.

“Because Klaus wasn’t the only one who got possessed by Shinichi’s malach. There were girls, young girls, fourteen and fifteen and younger. And some boys. Acting…crazy. Hurting themselves and their families. We didn’t know how badly until after we’d already made a bargain with Shinichi.

“Maybe we were too immoral, making a bargain with the devil. But they had kidnapped Lucien—and Klaus, who was already possessed by

then, had helped them. Once Klaus was unpossessed, all he wanted was for Shinichi and Misao to tell us where Lucien was, and then for them to leave

Fell’s Church forever.

“In exchange for that, Klaus let Shinichi into his mind.

“If vampires are obsessed with Power, kitsune are obsessed with memories. And Shinichi wanted Klaus’s memories for the last few days—the time that Klaus was possessed and torturing us…and the time when my Wings made Klaus realize that he had done it. I don’t think Klaus himself

wanted those memories, either of what he’d done or of how he’d changed when he had to face that he’d done it. So he let Shinichi take them, in exchange for Shinichi putting Lucien’s location into his mind.

“The problem is that we were trusting Shinichi’s word that he would leave then—when Shinichi’s word meant nothing at all.

“Plus, ever since then he’s been using the telepathic channel that he opened between his mind and Klaus’s to take more and more of Klaus’s memories without Klaus even knowing.

“It happened just last night, when we were pulled over by a policeman who wanted to know what three teenagers in an expensive car were doing that late at night. Klaus Influenced him to go away. But just a few hours later Klaus had forgotten the policeman completely.

“It frightens Klaus. And anything that frightens Klaus—not that he would ever admit it—scares me to death.

“And, you might ask, what were three teenagers doing out in the middle of nowhere, in Union County, Tennessee, according to the last road sign I saw? We’re heading toward some Gate to the Dark Dimension…where Shinichi and Misao left Lucien in the prison called the Shi no Shi. Shinichi only

put the knowledge into Klaus’s mind, and I can’t get Klaus to say much about what kind of place it is. But Lucien is there and I’ll get to him somehow, even if it kills me.

“Even if I have to learn how to kill.

“I’m not the sweet little girl from Virginia I used to be.”

Casie stopped and blew out her breath. But then, cuddling herself, she went on.

“And why is Matt along with us? Well, because of Caroline Forbes, my friend since kindergarten. Last year…when Lucien came to Fell’s Church, she and I both wanted him. But Lucien didn’t want Caroline. And after that she turned into my worst enemy.

“Caroline was also the lucky winner of Shinichi’s first visit to any girl in Fell’s Church. But more to the point: she was Tyler Smallwood’s girlfriend quite a while before she was his victim. I wonder how long they were together and where Tyler is now. All I know is that, in the end, Caroline hung on to

Shinichi because she ‘needed a husband.’ That was how she put it herself. So I assume—well, what Klaus assumes. That she’s going to…have puppies. A werewolf litter, you know? Since Tyler is a werewolf. “Klaus says that having a werewolf baby turns you into a werewolf even faster than if you’re bitten, and that at some point in the pregnancy you gain the power to be all wolf or all human, but before that point you’re just a mixed-up mess.

“The sad thing is that Shinichi scarcely gave Caroline a second glance when she blurted it all out.

“But before that Caroline had been desperate enough to accuse Matt of—of assaulting her—on a date that went wrong. She had to have known something about what Shinichi was doing because she claimed her ‘date’ with Matt was at a time when one of the arm-swallowing mallach was attacking him, making marks on his arm that looked like a girl’s fingernail scratches. “That sent the police after Matt, all right. So basically I just made him come with us. Caroline’s father is one of the most important people in

Fell’s

Church—and he’s friends with the district attorney in Ridgemont and the leader of one of those men’s clubs where they have secret handshakes and other

stuff that makes you, you know, ‘prominent in the community.’

“If I hadn’t convinced Matt to run instead of facing Caroline’s charges, the Forbeses would have lynched him. And I feel the anger like a fire inside me—not just anger and hurt for Matt, but anger and the feeling that Caroline has let all girls everywhere down. Because most girls aren’t pathological liars, and wouldn’t say something like that about a boy falsely. She’s shamed all girls by doing what she did.”

Casie paused, looking at her hands, and then added, “Sometimes when I get angry at Caroline, cups shake or pencils roll right off the table.

Klaus says all this is caused by my aura, my life force, and that ever since I came back from the afterlife it’s been different. First of all, it makes anyone who drinks my blood incredibly strong.

“Lucien was strong enough that the fox demons could never have forced him into their trap if Klaus hadn’t tricked him in the beginning. They could only deal with him when he was weakened and surrounded by iron. Iron is bad news for any eldritch creature, plus vampires need to feed at least once a day or they get weak, and I’ll bet—no, I’m sure that they used that against him.

“That’s why I can’t stand to think about what shape Lucien might be in right this minute. But I can’t let myself get too afraid or angry or I’ll lose control of my aura. Klaus showed me how to keep my aura mostly inside, like a normal human girl. It’s still pale gold and pretty, but not a beacon for creatures like vampires.

“Because there’s one other thing my blood—maybe even just my aura— can do. It can…oh, well, I can say anything I want to here, right?

Nowadays, my aura can make vampires want me…the way human guys do. Not just to bite, get it? But to kiss and all the rest. And so, naturally, they come

after me if they sense it. It’s as if the world is full of honeybees and I’m the only flower.

“So I have to practice keeping my aura hidden. If it’s just barely showing, then I can get away with seeming like a normal human, not somebody who’s died and come back. But it’s hard to always remember to hide it— and it hurts a lot pulling it in suddenly if I’ve forgotten!

“And then I feel—this is absolutely private, all right? I’m putting a curse on you, Klaus, if you replay this. But it’s then that I feel like I want Lucien to bite me. It eases up the pressure, and that’s good. Being bitten by a vampire only hurts if you fight it, or if the vampire wants it to hurt. Otherwise, it can just

feel good—and then you touch the mind of the vampire who’s done it, and…oh, I just miss Lucien so much!”

Casie was shaking now. As hard as she tried to quiet her imagination, she kept thinking about the things that Lucien’s jailers might be doing to him. Grimly, she gripped her mobile again, letting tears fall on it. “I can’t let myself think of what they might do to him because then I really start to go crazy. I become this useless shaking insane person who just wants to scream and scream and never stop. I have to fight every second not to think about it. Because only a cool, calm Casie with a Plan A and B and C is going to help him. When I have him safe in my arms, I can let myself shake and cry—and scream, too.”

Casie stopped, half laughing, her head bent against the passenger’s seatback, her voice husky with overuse.

“I’m tired now. But I have a Plan A, at least. I need to get more information from Klaus about the place we’re going, the Dark Dimension, and anything he knows about the two clues Misao gave me about the key that will unlock Lucien’s cell.

“I guess…I guess I haven’t mentioned that at all. The key, the fox key, that we need to get Lucien out of his cell, is broken into two pieces that are hidden in two different places. And when Misao was taunting me about how little I knew about those places, she gave me flat-out clues about where they

were. She never dreamed I’d actually go into the Dark Dimension; she was just showing off. But I still remember the clues, and they went like this: The first

half is ‘in the silver nightingale’s instrument.’ And the second half is

‘buried in Bloddeuwedd’s ballroom.’

“I need to see if Klaus has any ideas about these. Because it sounds as if once we get to the Dark Dimension we’re going to have to infiltrate some people’s houses and other places. To search a ballroom, it’s best to somehow get invited to the ball, right? That sounds like ‘easier said than done,’ but whatever it takes, I’ll do. It’s simple as that.”

Casie lifted her head in determination and went still, then said in a whisper, “Would you believe it? I looked up just now and I can see the palest streaks of dawn in the sky: light green and creamy orange and the faintest aqua…. I’ve talked all through the darkness. It’s so peaceful now. Just now the sun peeked up o—

“What the hell was that? Something just went BANG on the top of the Jag.

Really, really loud.”

Casie clicked off the recorder on her mobile. She was scared, but a noise

like that—and now scrabbling sounds on the roof… She had to get out of the car as fast as possible.

2

Casie burst out of the backseat of the Jaguar and ran a little way from the car before turning to see what had fallen on top of it.

What had fallen was Matt. He was in the process of struggling to get up off his back.

“Matt—oh, my God! Are you all right? Are you hurt?” Casie cried at the same time as Matt was shouting in tones of anguish: “Casie—oh, my God! Is the Jag all right? Is it hurt?”

“Matt, are you crazy? Did you hit your head?”

“Are there any scratches? Does the moonroof still work?”

“No scratches. The moonroof is fine.” Casie had no idea if the moonroof worked, but she realized that Matt was raving, off his head. He was trying to get down without getting any mud on the Jag, but he was handicapped since his legs and feet were covered with mud. Getting off of the car without using his feet was proving difficult.

Meanwhile, Casie was looking around. She herself had once fallen from the sky, yes, but she had been dead for six months first and had arrived naked, and Matt fulfilled neither requirement. She had a more prosaic explanation in mind.

And there it was, lounging against a yellowwood tree and eyeing the scene with a very slight, wicked smile.

Klaus.

He was compact; not as tall as Lucien, but with an indefinable aura of menace that more than made up for it. He was as immaculately dressed as always: black Armani jeans, black shirt, black leather jacket, and black boots, which all went with his carelessly windblown dark hair and his black eyes.

Right now, he made Casie acutely aware that she was wearing a long white nightgown that she had brought with the idea that she could change her clothes underneath it if necessary while they were camping. The problem was that she usually did this just at dawn, and today writing in her diary had

distracted her. And all at once the nightgown wasn’t the correct attire for an early-morning fight with Klaus. It wasn’t sheer, being more akin to flannel than

to nylon, but it was lacy, especially around the neck. Lace around a pretty neck to a vampire—as Klaus had told her—was like a waving red cloak in front of a raging bull.

Casie crossed her arms over her chest. She also tried to make sure that her aura was pulled in decorously.

“You look like Wendy,” Klaus said, and his smile was wicked, flashing, and definitely appreciative. He c****d his head to the side coaxingly. Casie refused to be coaxed. “Wendy who?” she said, and at just that moment remembered the last name of the young girl in Peter Pan, and winced inwardly. Casie had always been good at repartee of this kind. The problem was that Klaus was better.

“Why, Wendy…Darling,” Klaus said, and his voice was a caress. Casie felt an inward shiver. Klaus had promised not to Influence her—to use his telepathic powers to cloud or manipulate her mind. But

sometimes it felt as if he got awfully close to the line. Yes, it was definitely Klaus’s fault, Casie thought. She didn’t have any feelings for him that were

—well, that were anything other than sisterly. But Klaus never gave up, no matter how many times she rejected him.

Behind Casie was a thump and squelch that undoubtedly meant Matt had finally gotten off the roof of the Jag. He jumped into the fray immediately. “Don’t call Casie, Casie darling!” he shouted, continuing as he turned to

Casie, “Wendy’s probably the name of his latest little girlfriend. And—and —and do you know what he did? How he woke me up this morning?” Matt was quivering with indignation.

“He picked you up and threw you on top of the car?” Casie hazarded. She talked over her shoulder to Matt because there was a faint morning breeze that tended to mold her nightgown to her body. She didn’t want Klaus behind her just now.

“No! I mean, yes! No and yes! But—when he did, he didn’t even bother to use his hands! He just went like this”—Matt waved an arm—“and first I got dropped into a mud hole and next thing I know I got dropped on the

Jag. It could have broken the moonroof—or me! And now I’m all muddy,” Matt added, examining himself with disgust, as if it had only just occurred to him.

Klaus spoke up. “And why did I pick you up and put you down again? What were you actually doing at the time when I put some distance between us?”

Matt flushed to the roots of his fair hair. His normally tranquil blue eyes were blazing.

“I was holding a stick,” he said defiantly.

“A stick. A stick like the kind you find along the roadside? That kind of stick?”

“I did pick it up along the roadside, yes!” Still defiant.

“But then something strange seems to have happened to it.” From nowhere that Casie could see, Klaus suddenly produced a very long, and very sturdy-looking stake, with one end that had been whittled to an extremely sharp point. It had definitely been carved from hardwood: oak from the look of it.

While Klaus was examining his “stick” from all sides with a look of acute bafflement, Casie turned on a sputtering Matt.

“Matt!” she said reproachfully. This was definitely a low point in the cold war between the two boys.

“I just thought,” Matt went on stubbornly, “that it might be a good idea. Since I’m sleeping outdoors at night and a…another vampire might come along.”