I addressed the prisoners. "If you try to escape, try to run, we will shoot you."
"Because of the Preternatural Endangerment Act," Blondie said.
"That gives us the legal right to kill you, yes, but the two dead cops, killed by vampire bites, make you all murder suspects. Vampires suspected of murder can be killed if they try to escape."
"If we were people, it wouldn't work like that," he said.
"With two dead cops, it might," I said.
"Not legally," he said. I grabbed him by the arm and helped him to his feet hard enough that he stumbled and I had to catch him.
He whispered, "You're as strong as we are, and I felt you feed on the other officer. You're not human either."
I pushed him away from me, forgot he was wearing shackles to go with his cuffs, and had to catch him again. No one else in the room could have moved fast enough to catch him with barely a pause between the push, the start of the fall, and the catch - no human in the room.
"See," he said.
I got him shuffling along with the others that were being helped to their feet. I wasn't sure if I needed to put him close to me so I could watch him, or far away so he couldn't keep f**king with me. Why was he getting on my nerves so badly? Answer: because I believed what he'd just said. I'd raised my first dead by accident when I was a teenager, saw my first ghost at ten; the dead had always liked me. I wasn't like most of the Marshals; they were humans who just happened to be good at killing monsters. I was one of the monsters.
A girl stumbled in her shackles. I grabbed her arm to steady her, and she mumbled, "Thank you," then turned and saw who was touching her. She let out a little shriek and began to struggle. I held on just a moment, caught off guard by the fear that just radiated through her, from her, down my hand, across my tongue. I could taste her fear the way I could taste it on a shapeshifter or a human. Anything that's afraid of you is food. I let her go, and she fell, unable to catch herself. The other vampires tried to help her up, but they were struggling, too. Zerbrowski finally helped her to her feet.
The vampires watched me and even behind the sullenness, the anger, there was fear. What do the monsters fear? Other monsters, of course.
I caught Blondie watching me, but it was Grandma who spat the word at me. "Monster!"
I said the only thing I could think of. "That's Marshal Monster to you, Grandma."
Zerbrowski said, "Why don't I have any nifty nicknames?"
"No one's afraid of you, Zerbrowski," I said, and smiled at him for trying to make a joke out of it.
"You're just so bad-ass, I can't compete."
"That's what your wife says."
"Oooh," Smith said, "that was low."
Zerbrowski grinned at me. "I don't have a problem with you being the better man, Anita; I never have."
If I hadn't been armed to the teeth, surrounded by murderous vampires, in view of way too many other cops, I'd have hugged Zerbrowski. "Thanks, Zerbrowski." But I tried to show him in my eyes how much it had meant to me, that guy moment where you can't actually say how many emotions you've got running through your brain.
He smiled, not his cocky teasing grin, but that gentle one that let his eyes look tired and sort of tender. He gave a small nod, and I smiled back, and that was it. He understood that I'd understood that he'd understood. It took us one sentence, two looks, and a nod - with another woman it would have been at least five minutes of out-loud talking. Lucky for me I spoke fluent guy.
Chapter Five
ZERBROWSKI HAD TO take a call from Dolph, so it was Stevens, Urlrich, and Smith who helped me move another seven vampires to the big freight elevator. I decided to keep Blondie near me, because if he was screwing with me this badly, I didn't trust how bad he'd f**k with the others. Besides, to move him away meant to admit he was f**king with me, and that I didn't know what to do about it. The only way I knew how to face anything was head on, so Blondie stayed by me. He wasn't half as disturbing as the elevator. It was a bare, metal cage, one that actually needed someone to pull a lever and drive the thing. It was open to the cool, dark shaft with wooden slats as a door on one side, and then metal mesh as a second door, but the rest of the elevator was truly a cage, open to the shaft. It was a killing box if someone could get above us.
I put Smith on the lever to drive the elevator. He'd driven it last time and hadn't crashed us. I tucked my AR to my shoulder, then snugged my cheek to it and let out a breath, so that I was still as I pointed the barrel upward through the metalwork.
"Why are you pointing up?" Stevens asked.
I kept my attention on the top of the shaft as I answered him, "Some vampires can fly."
"I thought that was just movie shit," he said.
"Not just movie shit," I said. I let my eyes relax, searching the darkness above us for movement, just movement, because there shouldn't have been any.
"Moving," Smith said.
I flexed my knees a little, steadied myself, and kept watching the darkness above us. "Go," I said.
The elevator shuddered to life. It was like trying to get your sea legs, and then it smoothed out, and we started down.
"Most people don't look up," Blondie asked.
"I'm not most people," I said softly; my attention was all on the darkness as it fell away from us. So far, the only movement was us, and the cables. I forced myself not to stare at the cables, but to keep my vision soft and not choose any one thing to look at, like you look for animals in the woods when you're hunting. You don't look for deer, you look for movement at first; once you have movement then you let your brain figure out what made the movement and if there's a shape to go with it. It was actually harder than it sounded to not "look" at any one thing, but to keep your eyes looking for things that weren't there when there was so much solid stuff to look at. The eyes want to look at something; the brain wants certainty, not shadows.
"Almost there, Anita," Smith said.
I braced for it, and the elevator stopped with another shudder, and a bump. I swayed - we all did - and bumped into Blondie. The moment I touched him, I felt his fear. He'd been shielding like a son of a bitch, so close to me, but touching makes all the vampire mind tricks stronger, and I mean my vampire mind tricks, not his. I heard the doors opening; Smith was closer, so he had probably been the one to open them, but I didn't look at him, I looked at Blondie.
We had a moment of meeting each other's eyes. Smith and Urlrich were ushering the vampires in front out of the elevator. "You're afraid," I said softly.
"I'm in police custody for murder; shouldn't I be afraid?" he asked, but his eyes were too wide, his lips parted. If he'd been human his breathing would have been fast, his heart racing. He'd been dead for twenty years; he shouldn't have been showing this many signs of stress, unless he was distracting me from something else?
I looked past him and caught a glimpse of the grandmother vamp, as Smith and Urlrich and another uniform led her out. I looked back at Blondie. "Don't do anything stupid," I said.
"Who are you talking to?" Stevens asked.
We all moved forward, sort of herding the vampires in front of us. "Him," I said.
Blondie smiled. I didn't like the smile, at all.
I grabbed him by the arm and hurried him out of the elevator to catch up with the others, but shackles mean you have to go slow. I didn't want to leave Stevens alone with the last of the vamps in the elevator, but... I had a bad feeling.
We got out into the last bit of the warehouse, as Smith and others opened the main doors and started easing the chained vampires out into the thicker darkness outside. They were outside; only Urlrich was left in the doorway. Stevens moved forward with the last of them. I came at the rear, with Blondie going even slower than he needed to be ahead of me.
The grandmother looked back. I looked into her eyes, and I saw it, saw what she was about to do, but I was yards away from her, from the door. I met her frightened eyes, watched her gather her courage. Urlrich had to catch a vampire that fell in his shackles; he helped them out the door, and it was just Stevens and me with the last few. He was closer than I was.
I called out, "Stevens, watch Grandma."
He turned and did what I said, but he didn't bring his gun up, only his eyes. Smith hadn't dealt with enough vampires.
"Don't do it, Grandma," I said, "Don't move."