I pulled my gun. She didn't try and jump me. She tried to concentrate me out of it. She was at least two hundred years old. I'd underestimated her age by a century. I didn't make mistakes like that often. Her power beat along my skin like tiny clubs, but it never came close to touching my mind. I was almost as surprised as she looked when I pointed the gun at her. It had been too easy.
"Hey," came a voice from behind us. "Put the gun down, now!" A policeman, just when I needed one, I pointed the gun at the sidewalk.
"Put the gun on the sidewalk, right now," his voice growled out, and without turning around I knew his own gun was out. Cops take guns very seriously. I held the Browning out to my right, one-handed, left hand in the air, and squatted to lay the gun gently on the sidewalk.
"I do not need this interruption," the vampire said. I glanced up at her as I stood, slowly, putting my hands atop my head, fingers laced. Maybe I'd get points for knowing the drill. She was staring past me at the approaching cop. It wasn't a friendly look.
"Don't hurt him," I said.
Her eyes flicked back to me. "We are not allowed to attack the police." Her voice was thick with scorn. "I know the rules."
I wanted to say, "What rules?" but didn't. It was a good rule. The policeman could live with a rule like that. Of course, I wasn't a cop, and I was betting the rules didn't apply to me.
The cop came into view out of the comer of my eye. His gun was pointing at me. He kicked my gun out of reach. I saw it hit the building. A hand shoved into my back, getting my attention. "You don't need to know where the gun went."
He was right, for now. He frisked me one-handed. It wasn't very thorough, and I wondered where his partner was.
"Enough," the vampire said.
I felt the cop step back from me. "What's going on here?"
Her power slithered past me, like a great beast had brushed me in the dark. I heard the policeman gasp.
"Nothing is happening here," the vampire said. There was a flavoring of accent in her voice. German or Austrian, maybe.
I heard his voice say, "Nothing is happening here."
"Now go back to directing traffic," she said.
I turned, slowly, hands still on my head. The cop was standing there, face empty, eyes wide. His gun was pointed at the ground, as if he'd forgotten he was holding it.
"Go away," she said.
He stood there frozen. He was wearing his cross tie tack. He was wearing his blessed cross, just like he was supposed to, and it wasn't doing much good.
I backed away from both of them. If she stopped paying attention to the cop, I wanted to be armed. I lowered my arms slowly, watching the cop. If she took her control off suddenly, and I wasn't where I was supposed to be, he might shoot me. Probably not, but maybe. If he saw me with the gun in my hand a second time, almost certainly.
"I don't suppose you would remove his cross so I could order him about?"
My eyes flicked to the vampire. She was looking at me. The cop stirred, struggling like a dreamer in the grip of a nightmare. She turned her eyes back to him, and the struggles ceased.
"I don't think so," I said. I knelt, trying to keep my attention on both of them. I touched the Browning, and wrapped cold fingers around it. My hands were stiff from being exposed to the cold for so long. I wasn't sure how fast I could draw right at that moment. Maybe I should look into some gloves. Maybe ones with the fingertips cut out.
I shoved the Browning in my coat pocket, hand still gripping it. My hand would warm up, and I could shoot through my coat if I had to.
"Without the cross I could make him go away. Why can't I control you like that?"
"Just lucky, I guess."
Her eyes flicked to me. Again, he stirred. She had to stare at him while she talked to me. It was interesting to see how much concentration it took. She was powerful but it had its limits.
"You are the Executioner," she said.
"What of it?"
"I didn't believe the stories. Now I believe some of the stories."
"Bully for you. Now, what do you want?"
A slight smile curled her lipsticked mouth. "I want you to leave Jean-Claude alone."
I blinked, not sure I'd heard right. "What do you mean, leave him alone?"
"Don't date him. Don't flirt with him. Don't talk to him. Leave him alone."
"Glad to," I said.
She turned to me, startled. You don't get to surprise a two-hundred-year-old vamp often. Her face looked very human with its wide eyes and little o of surprise.
The cop gave a snort and looked around wildly. "What the hell?" He looked at both of us. We looked like two petite women out for the evening. He glanced down at his gun and seemed embarrassed. He didn't remember why it was out. He put the gun away, muttering apologies and backing away from us. The vampire let him go.
"You'd leave Jean-Claude alone, just like that?" she asked.
"You bet."
She shook her head. "I do not believe you."
"Look, I don't care what you believe. If you have the hots for Jean-Claude, more power to you. I've been trying to get him off my back for years."
Again that shake of the head, sending her yellow hair flying about her face. It was a very girlish gesture. It would have been cute if she hadn't been a corpse.
"You are lying. You desire him. Anyone would."
I couldn't argue that. "You got a name?"
"I am Gretchen."
"Well, Gretchen, I wish you joy of the Master. If you need any help sinking your fangs into him, let me know. I would love for him to find a nice little vampire to settle down with."
"You mock me."
I shrugged. "A little, but it's habit, nothing personal. I mean what I said. I don't want Jean-Claude."
"You don't think he's beautiful?" Her voice was soft with surprise.
"Well, yeah, but I think tigers are beautiful. I still don't want to sleep with one."
"No mortal could resist him."
"This one can," I said.
"Stay away from him, or I'll kill you," she said.
Gretchen wasn't listening to me, not really. She heard the words, but the meaning didn't sink in. Reminded me of Jean-Claude.
"Look, he chases me. I'll stay away from him if he'll let me. But don't threaten me."
"He's mine, Anita Blake. Come against me at your peril."
It was my turn to shake my head. Maybe she didn't know I had a gun pointed at her. Maybe she didn't know it had silver-plated bullets in it. Maybe she had lived for a couple of centuries and had grown arrogant. Yeah, that was probably it.
"Look, I don't have time for this right now. Jean-Claude is yours, great, fine. I'm thrilled to hear it. Keep him away from me, and I will be the happiest woman alive or dead." I didn't want to turn my back on her, but I had to go. If she wasn't going to jump me here and now, Dolph was waiting at a murder scene. I had to go.
"Gretchen, what are you and Anita talking about?" Jean-Claude stalked towards us. He was wearing, I kid you not, a black cape. It was a Victorian style with a collar. A top hat with a white silk band completed the look.
Gretchen gazed at him. It was the only word for it. The naked adoration in her face was sickening, and very human. "I wanted to meet my rival."
I wasn't her rival, but I didn't think she'd believe that.