He’s already left you behind! He’s always playing with his happy shaggy friends! Get going, Dru!
They were fighting over me, the two voices, and I had no idea who would win. But my stupid body turned itself around and started running straight for the burning building and certain death.
I really don’t know why.
CHAPTER 20
I ran along the side of the gallery. He’d be in the caf or the dorms; it wasn’t time for class yet. So if they—
Another big ripping sound. Jesus. Had they brought supernatural dynamite in to tear the whole place apart? Blue-flaming stuff fell, hitting the ground less than three feet away and hissing like a rattlesnake. I leapt back and found that I’d stopped shaking. I was too busy, and it was too warm.
Sweat sprang up in the curve of my lower back and the hollows under my arms. It was like standing in front of an oven, heat radiating in every direction. Mom’s locket was a chip of ice against my skin.
I made it around the corner of the building, skipped over more hiss-burning debris, and decided maybe I shouldn’t run right next to the wall. Shapes flew like wet ink over the big lawn in front of the school, the wide circular driveway painted with leaping shadows and lurid orange light. The concrete lions watching the entrance to the driveway seemed to shift, raising their heads and baring their teeth as I skidded to a stop. My heels dug in, and I stared with a dropping jaw.
It was a war zone.
The wide circular paved expanse ran with lean hairy forms. The wulfen leapt and circled, teams of them peeling away to dash in, clustering dark forms with shining eyes and inhuman speed. There were djamphir there too, a line of defense in front of the massive steps I’d struggled up the day we arrived. One of them had long slender blades that didn’t gleam in the light.
One of them had the wooden swords. Malaika. It was Blondie, his curls glistening in the flickering light as he lifted his chin and yelled something. The djamphir shifted their collective weight.
My knees went squooshy. I couldn’t see Graves, and I swayed drunkenly for a moment. Another explosion ripped the air, and the breeze veered. Thick smoke wandered across the open space, threading between the motionless and moving forms like questing fingers.
The wulfen gave ground, falling back, and the djamphir on the defense line bunched up a little. It was confusing, everything moving so fast, and I hesitated, unsure what to do.
Dad never said anything about charging into a pitched battle.
I was still standing there like an idiot, staring at the chaos, when another unearthly howl split the night behind me. A breath of air touched the back of my neck under my braid, and I spun, throwing myself aside and down. The world slowed again, and this time I actually felt the muscle inside my head flexing to encase everything in clear Lucite. It hurt a little, like when you’ve pulled something and haven’t slowed down enough to let it heal.
The wulf hung over me, firelight glittering in the white streak down one side of his head. All the breath whooshed out of me and I rolled, gravel scraping the back of my sweater. The firelight twisted in weird ways, refracting around him, and he landed in a scrabble just as I realized he hadn’t been aiming for me at all.
Oh crap. I scrambled to my feet, right-hand fingers fumbling at the flap on my bag. It was time to get the gun out, because everyone fighting in front of the school had seen us.
Ash hunched in front of me, snarling. Little strings of spittle dripped as he snapped, twice, white teeth clicking. I let out a choked sound, my feet threatening to tangle as I backed up in a hell of a hurry.
He snapped again, and the mad gleam in his eyes was like the unearthly firelight. Another explosion shook the school, and the wall nearest me started to crumble. The noise was immense, and Ash dashed forward a couple of steps.
I half-screamed again and backed up, realized he wasn’t attacking. He was just snapping at me, like a sheepdog.
Herding me. And when I glanced up, I could guess why.
Because every vampire who had been trying to get into the front door of the school was now looking at me. The fire lit them all in weird stasis, wulfen forms tumbling in the air, the djamphir on the steps, I saw Kruger, his jaw dropping, all staring at me with various horrified expressions.
“Svetossssssssssha!” The cry lifted on the night wind, and their faces blurred into caricatures of hate and sharp teeth. “Svetosssssssssssha!”
Oh shit.
The nosferat broke and wheeled at once, blurring toward me. Ash lunged again, desperately, the white stripe on his head actually leaving a blurring trail, like a sparkler waved in the dark. It shook me out of shock and I whirled, my braid flying out in an arc, and took off around the side of the burning school again.
I wasn’t going to make it, I could just tell. It was pretty clear now why they were attacking the school. And now, again, I was running for my life.
Just before I reached the corner, I heard the cries behind me, the wulfen’s rising chill and glassy, the djamphir’s a shrill piercing ululation, and the vampires, a weird deadly scream lodging in the brain like crystal splinters. They made a weird three-part harmony, and if you ever recorded that sound, you could stop someone’s heart just by playing it loud enough. The locket bounced against my breastbone, trapped in a fold of cloth and so cold it stung.
My teeth filled with aching, and if I’d had enough breath I would’ve screamed too. There was no time for it, because the footsteps behind me shook the earth, so I did the only thing I could do.
It wasn’t a great idea, but it was all I had.
I ran along the side of the school, fists pumping and bag slapping against my hip, and as soon as the gallery loomed ahead of me I jagged for the biggest hole I could find, braced myself as best I could, and hurled myself forward into the unnatural flames.
Burning. Smoke choking the air. I reached the end of the hall and dropped to my hands and knees, crawled forward in a blur. Glass glittered, crunched under my jean-clad knees, and I hoped I wasn’t about to flay my hands. My mouth ran with wax and rotten oranges. I spat and heard sizzling. The heat was like oil, my skin tight and shiny. The fire turned weirder, blue wires in the middle of orange flames, crawling through the stone walls like veins and spreading oven heat. Still, a circle of orange moved with me, the blue fading out of the flames as they drew closer.
Screaming behind me. If you’ve never heard a vampire die in battle, you can count yourself lucky.
They don’t just scream with their mouths, the sound goes on and on inside your head, bouncing off the inside of your skull and burrowing under your sanity until you want to scream yourself, until the edge of the world peels up and you can sense the nasty things that lie underneath regular waking consciousness. I scrambled through the burning gallery, carpet melting under and sticking to my fingers, until I spilled out another broken door into the courtyard garden. It was pure instinct, a draft of cooler air pulling me out.
Coughing, retching, I scrambled toward the middle of the garden. Smoke belched. Burning things fell like meteors, crashing to the ground.
Well, Dru, this was not your best idea. I almost pitched headfirst into the gravel path, snapped a terrified glance over my shoulder. There was a wall of orange flame and black smoke, but no vampires yet. Their keening soaked the air, fueling the flames. It was pure hate, rolled in agony and set alight, just like the Schola itself. I tried to shut out the noise again, failed, gasped and choked, and tried again while I crawled.