Lord Akeldama took a long look at Professor Lyall’s physique and then gave him a little nod of academic approval. Then he directed an even longer look at Biffy.
Finally he said, “Biffy, my darling boy, what have you done to your hair? Something new for the evening?”
Biffy inclined his wolf head, dreadfully mortified. Of course, there was no chance of Lord Akeldama needing to see his face to recognize him; the vampire had a long, and somewhat inconvenient, memory for body parts.
Lord Akeldama smiled ever so slightly, the hint of a fang peeking out one corner of his mouth. “Now, my dear Dolly, did you know this would happen? You are a fortunate werewolf as well as a fortune man, now, are you not? Anubis form could be the solution to all your problems given some patience and a few well-placed suggestions.”
Professor Lyall only inclined his head.
“But of course, you would have known that the moment he manifested.”
The Beta’s expression did not alter.
Lord Akeldama smiled fully, his fangs sharp and bright and fierce, as pearly as the cravat pin about his neck. “I don’t trust serendipity, Professor Lyall. I don’t trust it at all.” No one missed the fact that the vampire was, for once, using someone’s proper name.
Biffy’s wolf head swayed back and forth between the combatants, wondering at all the unspoken undercurrents.
“I never underestimate the same man twice,” said Lord Akeldama, fiddling with his cravat pin with one hand while he surreptitiously tucked the bit of paper with the aethographic message away with the other.
“You give me too much credit, my lord, if you thought I could anticipate this.” Professor Lyall nodded at Biffy’s altered state.
“Well, Biffy, what do you have to say on the subject?” The vampire regarded his former drone, his expression friendly, if a little distant.
“He’s stuck, my lord.” Lyall came to Biffy’s rescue.
“Goodness, how unnerving.”
“Indeed. Imagine how Biffy must feel.”
“That, my dear Dolly, is beyond even my capacities. And now, how may I help you gentlemen? Do you require garments, perhaps?”
Professor Lyall rolled his eyes slightly. “Shortly. We were hoping if first we might ascertain the condition and state of your lordship’s dirigible.”
“Buffety? I believe she’s moored up top. Haven’t sent her out in many a moon. No need with my dear Alexia right here, I suppose. Why?”
“We believe she might have been used for nefarious purposes.”
“Really? How wonderfully salacious! I can’t believe I wasn’t invited.”
Professor Lyall said nothing.
“Ah, are you perhaps here in your BUR capacity, Dolly, my pet?”
Professor Lyall knew better than to give Lord Akeldama any more information than strictly necessary.
“No? Pack business, then? Has my little Buffety something to do with that unfortunate incident concerning the other Beta?” The vampire tsked around his fangs. “So sad.”
With still no response from Professor Lyall and none possible from Biffy, the vampire waved an aqua-gloved hand magnanimously at the ladderlike staircase that led up onto his roof. “By all means.”
The three gentlemen climbed up to find that the Dandelion Fluff Upon a Spoon was, indeed, no longer in residence. They could see it, some distance away, floating high in the aether stream heading in a southwesterly direction. Lyall and Biffy were unsurprised. Lord Akeldama pretended outrage, although he was surely warned there might be something amiss.
“Why, I do declare! How unsporting, to purloin a man’s dirigible without asking! I suppose you two have a very good idea who borrowed my beauty?”
The werewolves exchanged looks.
“Floote.” Lyall no doubt figured Lord Akeldama would discover the truth soon enough.
“Ah, well, at least I know he’ll take good care of it and return it in first-rate condition. Butlers are like that, you know? But where’s he taken it? Not too far I trust—my little darling isn’t made for long distances.”
“Probably to try to make an in-air transfer to one of the postal dirigibles.”
“Going after my darlingist of Alexias, is he? To Gyppie?”
“Most likely.”
“Well, well, well.”
“So you say.”
“She’ll be cast adrift, poor thing. I had better alert the authorities, let them know she’s gone missing, so as I’m not held responsible if she drifts into anything important. Unless you, my dear Dolly, being BUR might count as…”
The Beta shook his head.
“Ah, well, so I shall send Boots to the local constabulary. Our beautiful boys with the silver pins.”
Professor Lyall nodded. “That is probably a good plan. Although, I shouldn’t think they need know who took it. Not just yet. Right now all we have is coincidence and speculation.”
The vampire regarded Lyall up and down in a very considering sort of way. “Look at you, Dolly, controlling information like an old intelligencer. One would almost think you vampiric. And, of course, my darling Alexia wouldn’t like it, not her butler with a police record.”
“Exactly. We must take into account Lady Maccon’s feelings on the matter.”
“I suppose… Lady Kingair?” Lord Akeldama twiddled his fingers casually in the air.
The Beta only lowered his eyes.
“Indeed, werewolf business. Just so. Well, Dolly my love, I do wish your werewolf business hadn’t absconded with my dirigible.”
“I do apologize about that, Lord Akeldama.”
“Well, never you mind. Nice to have something for my boys to do. London has been awfully quiet without Lady Maccon. And now I see the sun will be rising soon, if you gentlemen will excuse me?” The vampire made a little bow at Professor Lyall. “Beta,” and then to Biffy, pointedly, “Alpha.”
Biffy and Lyall stayed, naked, on the roof of Lord Akeldama’s town house watching the sunrise. As the sun eased itself up over the horizon, Biffy found himself inching closer and closer to Lyall’s slight frame, until they stood, shoulders touching. When the first rays peeked over the horizon, he knew Lyall could feel the shudder of change that wrenched him back from Anubis to fully human.
The sunlight felt harsh, causing the sensation of dry and stretched skin. It was a condition, Biffy had learned, that was the price werewolves paid for being out during the day. But it was a relief to experience it once more, pulling at his nose and eyes. He reached up a tentative hand to feel, finding his own face instead of the wolf’s.
“I do not want to be an Alpha,” was the first thing he said, testing out his vocal cords for functionality.
Lyall bumped closer against his shoulder. “No, the best ones never do.”
They continued to stand, not looking at one another, staring out over the awakening city, as though trying to see a small dirigible long since gone.
“Do you think he made it to the post?” Biffy asked at long last.
“It’s Floote. Of course he made it.”
“Poor Lady Maccon, a butler who murders, a father who betrays, and a husband who wants to die.”
“Is that why you think Lord Maccon was so eager to visit Egypt?”
“Don’t you? What man wants to go mad. It seems to me the God-Breaker Plague is an excellent solution to the problem of Alpha immortality.” Biffy was, of course, thinking of his own future now.
“An interesting way of putting it.”
“I cannot believe no werewolf has thought to use it so before.”
“How do you know they have not? Who do you think gathered that data you were so interested in, on the extent of the plague?”
“Ah.”
“Ah, indeed. Are you reassured by this?” The Beta turned to face him. Biffy could feel those concerned hazel eyes fixed on his profile. He kept resolutely facing the far horizon. At least I have a good profile, he consoled himself.