He laughed, and with the laughter, the shadows in his hood faded slowly, like a curtain lifting. He threw it back in one quick flourish.
I didn't scream, but I gasped and took a step back. I couldn't help myself. When I realized I'd done it, I stopped and made myself take back that step, meet his eyes. No flinching.
His hair was thick and straight and golden, falling like a shining curtain to his shoulders. But his skin. . his skin had rotted away on half his face. It was like late-stage leprosy, but worse. The flesh was puss-filled, gangrenous, and should have stunk to high heaven. The other half of his face was still beautiful. The kind of face that medieval painters had borrowed for cherubim, a golden perfection. One crystalline blue eye rolled in its rotting socket as if in danger of spilling out onto his cheek. The other eye was secure and watched my face.
"You can put up the gun, Ma petite. It was an accident, after all," Jean-Claude said.
I lowered the Browning, but didn't put it up. It took more effort than was pretty to say calmly, "This happened because you stopped feeding off of humans?"
"We believe so," Dumare said.
I tore my gaze away from Sabin's ravaged face and looked back at Dominic. "You think I can help cure him of this?" I couldn't keep the disbelief out of my voice.
"I heard of your reputation in Europe."
I raised my eyebrows.
"No modesty, Ms. Blake. Among those of us who notice such things, you are gaining a certain notoriety."
Notoriety, not fame. Hmmm.
"Put the gun away, Ma petite. Sabin has done all the—what is your word—grandstanding he will do tonight. Haven't you Sabin?"
"I fear so, it all seems to go so badly now."
I holstered the gun and shook my head. "I honestly don't have the faintest idea how to help you."
"If you knew how, would you help me?" Sabin asked.
I looked at him and nodded. "Yes."
"Even though I am a vampire and you are a vampire executioner."
"Have you done anything in this country that you need killing for?"
Sabin laughed. The rotting skin stretched, and a ligament popped with a wet snap. I had to look away. "Not yet, Ms. Blake, not yet." His face sobered quickly; the humor abruptly faded. "You school your face to show nothing, Jean-Claude, but I read the horror in your eyes."
Jean-Claude's skin had gone back to its usual milky perfection. His face was still lovely, perfect, but at least he'd stopped glowing. His midnight blue eyes were just eyes now. He was still beautiful, but it was a nearly human beauty. "Is it not worth a little horror?" he asked.
Sabin smiled, and I wished he hadn't. The muscles on the rotted side didn't work, and his mouth hung crooked. I glanced away, then made myself look back. If he could be trapped inside that face, I could look at it.
"Then you will help me?"
"I would aid you if I could, but it is Anita you have come to ask. She must give her own answer."
"Well, Ms. Blake?"
"I don't know how to help you," I repeated.
"Do you understand how dire my circumstances are, Ms. Blake? The true horror of it, do you grasp it?"
"The rot probably won't kill you, but it's progressive, I take it?"
"Oh, yes, it's progressive, virulently so."
"I would help you if I could, Sabin, but what can I do that Dumare can't? He's a necromancer, maybe as powerful as I am, maybe more. Why do you need me?"
"I realize, Ms. Blake, that you don't have something specifically for Sabin's problem," Dumare said. "As far as I can discover, he is the only vampire to ever suffer such a fate, but I thought if we came to another necromancer as powerful as myself—" he smiled modestly " — or nearly as powerful as myself, perhaps together we could work up a spell to help him."
"A spell?" I glanced at Jean-Claude.
He gave that wonderful Gallic shrug that meant everything and nothing. "I know little of necromancy, Ma petite. You would know if such a spell were possible more than I."
"It is not only your ability as a necromancer that has brought us to you," Dumare said. "You have also acted as a focus for at least two different animators, I believe that is the American word for what you do."
I nodded. "The word's right, but where did you hear I could act as a focus?"
"Come, Ms. Blake, the ability to combine another animator's powers with your own and thus magnify both powers is a rare talent."
"Can you act as a focus?" I asked.
He tried to look humble but actually looked pleased with himself. "I must confess, yes, I can act as a focus. Think of what the two of us could accomplish together."
"We could raise a hell of a lot of zombies, but that won't cure Sabin."
"True enough." Dumare leaned forward in his chair. His lean, handsome face flushed, eager, a true convert looking for disciples.
I wasn't much of a follower.
"I would offer to teach you true necromancy, not this voodoo dabbling that you've been doing."
Jean-Claude made a soft sound halfway between a laugh and a cough.
I glared at Jean-Claude's amused face but said, "I'm doing just fine with this voodoo dabbling."
"I meant no insult, Ms. Blake. You will need a teacher of some sort soon. If not me, then you must find someone else."
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"Control, Ms. Blake. Raw power, no matter how impressive, is not the same as power used with great care and great control."
I shook my head. "I'll help you if I can, Mr. Dumare. I'll even participate in a spell if I check it out with a local witch I know first."
"Afraid that I will try and steal your power?"
I smiled. "No, short of killing me, the best you or anyone else can do is borrow."
"You are wise beyond your years, Ms. Blake."
"You aren't that much older than I am," I said. Something crossed over his face, the faintest flicker, and I knew.
"You're his human servant, aren't you?"
Dominic smiled, spreading his hands. "Oui."
I sighed. "I thought you said you weren't trying to hide anything from me."
"A human servant's job is to be the daytime eyes and ears of his master. I am of no use to my master if vampire hunters can spot me for what I am."
"I spotted you."
"But in another situation, without Sabin at my side, would you have?"
I thought about that for a moment. "Maybe." I shook my head. "I don't know."
"Thank you for your honesty, Ms. Blake."
Sabin said, "I am sure our time is up. Jean-Claude said you had a pressing engagement, Ms. Blake. Much more important than my little problem." There was a little bite to that last.
"Ma petitehas a date with her other beau."
Sabin stared at Jean-Claude. "So you are truly allowing her to date another. I thought that at least must be rumor."
"Very little of what you hear about Ma petiteis rumor. Believe all you hear."
Sabin chuckled, coughing, as if struggling to keep the laughter from spilling out his ruined mouth. "If I believed everything I heard, I would have come with an army."
"You came with one servant because I allowed you only one servant," Jean-Claude said.
Sabin smiled. "Too true. Come Dominic, we must not take more of Ms. Blake's so valuable time."
Dominic stood obediently, towering over us both. Sabin was around my height. Of course, I wasn't sure if his legs were still there. He might have been taller once.