«Stop,» Jean-Claude said.
Requiem froze, his eyes blazing with blue-green light. His shoulders rose and fell with his breathing, as if he'd been running.
«I believe that lust is not the only emotion the Harlequin can incite,» Jean-Claude said.
It took Requiem a moment, and then he frowned and turned those sparkling eyes to us. «Our anger.»
Jean-Claude nodded.
The light began to fade, like light moving away through water. «What are we to do, Jean-Claude? If they do not even observe their own rules, we are doomed.»
«I will ask for a meeting with them,» he said.
«You'll what?» Byron said, his voice squeaking just a little.
«I will ask for a meeting between them and us.»
«You do not seek the Harlequin out, Jean-Claude,» Requiem said. «You hide, cowering in the grass, praying that they pass you by. You do not invite them closer.»
«The Harlequin are honorable. What is happening is not honorable behavior.»
«You are mad,» Byron said.
«You think one of them is disobeying the rules,» I said, quietly.
«I hope so,» Jean-Claude said.
«Why hope so?» I asked.
«Because if what is happening is being done with the full weight and approval of the Harlequin behind it, then Requiem is correct, we are doomed. They will play with us, then destroy us.»
«I don't do doomed,» I said.
He kissed the top of my head. «I know, ma petite, but you do not understand what force is against us.»
«Explain it to me.»
«I have told you, they are the bogeymen of vampirekind. They are what we fear in the dark.»
«Not true,» I said.
«They're bloody frightening, lover,» Byron said. «We do fear them.»
«The bogeyman of all vampires is Marmee Noir, Mommie Dearest, your queen. That's who scares the shit out of all of you.»
They were quiet for a heartbeat or two. «Yes, the Harlequin fear the Queen of Darkness, our creator,» Jean-Claude said.
«Everyone fears the dark,» Requiem said, «but if the Mother of All Darkness is our nightmare, then the Harlequin are the swift sword of the dark.»
Byron nodded. «No arguments from me on that one, duckie. Everyone fears her.»
«What are you suggesting, ma petite?»
«I'm not suggesting anything. I'm saying, I've stood in the dark and seen her rise above me like a black ocean. She's invaded my dreams. I've seen the room where her body lies, heard her voice whisper through my head. Tasted rain and jasmine choking on my tongue.» I shivered and could almost feel her moving restless in the dark. She lay in a room with windows, and they kept a fire below her, a continuous watch. She'd fallen into a «sleep» longer ago than most of them remembered. Once I'd thought they watched to celebrate her awakening, but I'd begun to realize most of them were as afraid of her as I was, which meant they were scared shitless. Marmee Noir liked me for some reason. I interested her. And from thousands of miles away, she messed with me. She'd made a cross melt into my hand. I'd have the scar until I died.
«Speak of the devil and you bring him closer,» Requiem said.
I nodded and tried to think of something else. Oh, yeah, I knew what to think about. «The Harlequin are just vampires, right, which means they're subject to your laws, right?»
«Oui.»
«Then let's use the law against them.»
«What do you propose, ma petite?»
«This is a direct challenge to our authority. The council has forbidden any Master of the City to fight in the United States until the law decides whether you guys are staying legal or not.»
«You're not suggesting that we fight them?» Byron said.
«I'm saying that we act in accordance with the law,» I said.
«Don't you understand, Anita,» Byron said, «the Harlequin are who we turn to when the bad things happen, sort of. They are the police for us.»
«When the police go bad, they aren't police anymore,» I said.
«What are they?» he asked.
«Criminals.»
«You cannot seriously suggest that we are to fight the Harlequin?» Requiem said.
«Not exactly,» I said.
«What exactly then?»
I looked up at Jean-Claude. «What would you do if someone powerful moved in on us like this?»
«I would contact the council in hopes of avoiding open war.»
«Then contact them,» I said.
«I thought not everyone on the council liked us,» Nathaniel said.
«They do not, but if the Harlequin are breaking the law, then that would take precedence over more petty concerns,» Jean-Claude said.
«Have you forgotten how petty the council can be?» Requiem said.
«Non, but not all on the council have forgotten what it means to live in the real world.»
«Which council member will you contact first?» Byron asked.
There was a knock on the door. All of us with heartbeats jumped. Nathaniel gave that nervous laugh, and I said, «Shit.»
Lisandro's voice: «There's a delivery for you, Jean-Claude.»
«It can wait,» he said, his voice showing some of the strain.
«The letter with it says you're expecting it.»
«Enter,» Jean-Claude said.
Lisandro opened the door, but it was Clay who walked in with a white box in his hands. A box just like the one I'd found in the rest-room. I think I stopped breathing, because when I remembered to breathe, it came in a gasp.
Clay looked at me. «What's wrong?»
«Who delivered this?» Jean-Claude asked.
«It was just sitting by the holy-item check desk.»
«And you just brought it in here,» I said, my voice rising.
«No, give me some credit. We checked it out. The note says Jean-Claude is expecting it.»
«What is it?» I asked, but was afraid I knew.
«A mask,» Clay said. He was looking at all of us now, trying to see why we were so upset.
«What color is it?» Jean-Claude's voice was as empty as I'd ever heard it.
«White.»
The tension level dropped a point or two.
«With little gold musical notes all over it. Didn't you order it?»
«In a way, I suppose I did,» Jean-Claude said.
I stared up at him and moved away enough so I could see his face clearly. «What do you mean, you suppose you did?»
«I said I wanted to meet with them, did I not?»
«Yeah, but so what?»
«That's what this mask means, ma petite. It means they wish to meet, not to kill us, or torment, but to talk.»
«But how did they know what you'd said?» Nathaniel asked.
Jean-Claude looked at me, and there was something in that look that made me say, «They're listening to us.»
«I fear so.»
«When was the mask delivered?» Requiem asked.
Clay was still looking at us, as if waiting for us to throw him a clue. «We're not sure. I went on break about thirty minutes ago. It must have come while I was off the door.»
«How long have you been back on the door?» Jean-Claude asked.
«Maybe five minutes.»
«They were listening,» Requiem said.
«They knew what Jean-Claude was going to say,» Byron said, and his voice held more panic than most vampires would have shown. He just couldn't quite keep all the emotion out of his face and voice.
«What is going on?» Clay asked.
«Something big and bad has come to town,» Lisandro said. «They won't tell us about it, but they'll expect us to fight it, and die because of it.» His voice sounded bitter.
«What are the rules about telling our soldiers about… them?» I asked.
Jean-Claude took in a deep, deep breath, and shook, almost like a bird settling its feathers. «Mutable.»
«Mutable—oh, it depends.»
He nodded.
Then I had a smart idea. «I believe we'd know if someone was listening in on us metaphysically, especially another vampire.»
«They are very powerful, ma petite.»
«Lisandro,» I said.
He came to his version of attention; he gave me all his concentration. There was a demand to his dark eyes. If I widowed his wife, he wanted to know why. I thought he deserved to know why, but first things first. «I need this room swept for bugs.»