Chapter 29
“My grandparents are asleep upstairs,“ he said, keeping the crossbow pointed in my general direction, while I dropped six sugar cubes into my tea. ”Twitch in their direction, and I won't take the arrow out."
“I tremble and obey. Got any lemon?”
“Yes, and you can't have any.”
“Crybaby.” I took a sip, then dropped in two more cubes. Delk knew that a stake (or wooden arrow) to the heart wouldn't kill me like it would any other vampire. . . but until he pulled it out, I'd do an excellent impersonation of a dead girl. “Don't worry, I grabbed a snack on the way.” From that pig of a Sleep E-Z Motel front desk guy who'd actually goosed me while I signed the register. I'd nearly bitten his fingers off. Settled instead for hauling him behind the registration desk and helping myself to a pint.
Delk shifted in his chair, the arrow point never wavering. “What do you want?”
“Oh, the usual. World peace, a pair of Christian Louboton heels, a perfect wedding.”
He tried not to wince, and I pretended not to notice. “Still marrying King Psycho, huh?”
That remains to be seen. Did you kill him, Delk?“ Fraid so," I replied with a cheerfulness I sure didn't feel.
“What do you want?”
“Info.”
“So take a community ed course.”
“I don't want to learn how to throw clay, Delk. Some extremely weird things are going on in St. Paul. I was wondering if there was anything you wanted to tell me.”
“Why don't you just mind fuck me and get it over with?” he sneered, but the tip of the crossbow shook.
“Why don't you just answer me?” I deliberately looked away. I didn't want to take a chance on even accidentally mojoing him. The poor kid had been screwed over enough by me and mine. “People are getting hurt. Some of them are victims. My dad's dead. My stepmother's dead, and I'm Babyjon's new mommy. Vampires have gone missing, and people are acting weird. Jessica's trying not to barf out all her guts from chemo.”
Delk's jaw dropped in what I hoped was unfeigned surprise. “Jesus Christ!”
“Something's going on. And. . . well, I couldn't help wondering.”
“You think I killed your parents?”
“She wasn't my mother,” I said automatically.
“I didn't have anything against your dad and your stepmother. I never even met them. And you thought I—”
“Well. You and I didn't exactly part on good terms.”
He snorted and leaned back, and the crossbow dipped until it wasn't quite pointing at my chest anymore. “You mean when I found out that I'd written a book about you— your Goddamned biography!—and then Sinclair and Tina made me forget all about it, all to protect the precious vampire nation? Except for some reason this book, which I don't remember writing, ended up getting submitted to a publisher and is a fall title? A fall fiction title?”
“Well, yeah,” I admitted. “But anything sounds bad when you say it like that.”
“I take it Sinclair is gone, too?”
“Yeah.”
“Well. I didn't do it. I doubt any of us did. The Blade Warriors disbanded.”
I giggled, the way I always did when I heard the name of their kiddie club.
“Knock it off. My point is, I haven't talked to any of them since Ani and Tina broke up. You know about that.”
“I also know that we were kind of friends once, and then I let Sinclair and Tina do something I knew was wrong, and then we weren't anything.”
“Do you blame me?” he asked quietly, setting the crossbow between the sugar bowl and the cream. You had to admire your North Dakota farms. . . good food, sturdy furniture, checkered tablecloths, crossbows.
“No! Heck, no. I never blamed you. I'd have done the same thing. Possibly discharging a few firearms before I left town.”
He smiled. “Yeah, I bet. But I've been here helping out with the farm since I last saw you. Grandpa has plenty of help for harvest, so I'll probably finish my senior year at the U this fall. I miss the Cities.”
“I bet dorm living isn't your cup of crossbow, either.”
He laughed and looked about sixteen instead of twenty. “After the shit I've seen? And done? I'd probably strangle my roommate before orientation was over.”
“Well, we've got plenty of room at the mansion. You're welcome to crash there until you find a place of your own.”
He just looked at me. Now it was my turn to shift uncomfortably. “Look,” I continued, “I'm not saying it wouldn't be awkward or anything—”
“Awkward?”
“—but bottom line, we fucked you over, and that was wrong. And I let them do it because I've got responsibilities that I didn't have when I was alive. That doesn't make it right. We owe you one. A big one. You can live with us as long as you like.”
“I'm sure Sinclair and Tina would love that.”
“They owe you a big one, too.”
He chuckled and helped himself to a swig of my tea. “Argh! There's less sugar in a Coke. You'd really let me stay with you.”
“Sure. Hey, it'd be a pleasant change for me to invite a guest to move in. Usually they just. . . move in.”
“How do you know I'm not lying? Maybe I got the drop on Sinclair and Tina and threw your dad down the stairs—I'm sorry about your folks, by the way.”
“Thanks, but Tina's alive and well, and my dad died in a car accident.”
“Maybe I'm just a really really good actor.”
“Well. That's why I didn't call. I wanted to talk to you in person. Watch your face. Your eyes.”
He swallowed hard. “Oh.”
“You're slick, Delk, but I'm the vampire queen.”
He fiddled with the yellow tablecloth for a moment, trying not to stare at me. “I think that's the first time I've heard you refer to yourself that way.”
"Yeah, well, it's been a super fun week. And by 'super fun' I mean 'horrible and endless.''
“Well,” he said with the air of a person who had suddenly made up his mind, “I don't know about staying with you. But I'll come back with you and help.”
Part of me leapt at the idea. And part of me wanted to cover my eyes and groan. I had figured this meeting would go one of three ways.
One: Delk would throw things, aim weapons at my head, chase me away like I was a rabid coyote. Two: Delk would instantly let bygones be bygones and offer to come back and help (more on that in a minute). Three: some weird combination of one and two.
Once again, I was madly tempted to take him up on his offer, and once again, I wasn't going to allow myself the luxury. For one thing, I had no idea what was going on or how dangerous things could get. Delk, although adept at killing vampires with the Blade Warriors backing him up, was still little more than a kid. For another, it was no secret to me that Delk had a bit of a crush. Leading him on wasn't an option.
Finally, I didn't drive all the way out here to drag him into my troubles. After what we'd done to him, he didn't owe us a thing.
“After what we did to you, you don't owe us a thing.”
“I wasn't thinking 'we' and 'us.' I just want to help you out.”
“Touching, yet mildly creepy. Nothing's changed, Delk. Once I track Sinclair down, I'm still marrying his sorry ass.”
“And the rest of him as well, presumably. Look, Betsy, I—I've missed you. And I consider us even.”
“Oh. Even as in, 'Hey, you mind fucked me, but then I shot you in the chest, so let's start fresh' even?”
“Anything sounds bad,” he teased, “when you put it that way.”
“You're sweet,” I said, and I meant it. Once upon a time, I'd thought Delk's crush was cute. Now it just made me tired. I made a mental note: once I'd fixed the current disaster, however it shook out, I was going to fix Delk up with someone nice.