Charmed Again (Halloween LaVeau) (20 page)

Without saying a word, I rushed to the door. I wanted answers, and darn it, I was going to get them. Once I made it out into the night air, I looked up and down the sidewalk. The trio had vanished as if a tornado had dropped from the sky and sucked them right up.

“Where did they go?” Misty asked from behind me.

Liam and my mother stood next to me, looking just as frustrated as I felt.

The sound of a cough caught my attention and I whipped around. A man was leaning against the brick building.

He took a puff from his cigarette, then said, “Are you looking for the men and woman?”

“Yes, did you see them?” I asked.
             

“They used
magic and vanished.” He snapped his fingers.

“Seriously?” I asked, with my mouth hanging open.

He stared at me for a moment, then said, “No. They jumped in a black car and sped away as if they’d just robbed a bank.”

Leave it to me to run into a smart-
ass at this most inopportune time. All I wanted was straight answers, not sarcastic remarks.

“Did you see which way they went?” Liam asked. He probably sensed my frustration.

“They went right, away from town.” The man pointed, then tossed his cigarette on the ground and stomped on it.

“They’re headed to New Orleans, I guess,” I said.

The man stared at me with his beady little eyes as he walked past. He disappeared into the Bubbling Cauldron without saying another word. He acted strangely for sure, but I figured he’d had a few too many beers. I wondered though… could he be someone giving us false information? I had no way to know, but enough about him anyway. I had to know what Jacobson and Sabrina had been doing in Enchantment Pointe. And if it was the real Nicolas, then how had they convinced him to tag along with them? Had they used some kind of witchcraft? Why wouldn’t Nicolas answer my questions? All good questions without answers.

“I don’t
think that was the real Nicolas,” I said, looking at Liam.

He shook his head. “I think you might be right.”

“What makes you think that?” I asked.

“Whoever that was had a necklace around their neck. Nicolas never wears them,” he said.

That was something that I hadn’t known about Nicolas. I’d have to find out why Nicolas had an aversion to necklaces. I thought back to when Nicolas and I had been dancing. One minute he hadn’t been wearing the necklace, then once he returned, he had had one on his neck. Was that when the real Nicolas had disappeared?

After dropping off my mother and Misty, Liam and I headed back to LaVeau Manor. As we drove along, I studied the twinkling stars in the clear night sky.

“I guess you weren’t expecting your life to take such a drastic turn,” Liam said as he navigated a turn.

I leaned my head back against the seat. “Not exactly, no.”

He cast a glance my way and said, “For whatever it’s worth, I know you’ll figure things out.”

“I just wish I had more control.
” I closed my eyes for a moment.

“You need a good night’s sleep. You’ll be able to think more clearly in the morning,” Liam s
queezed my hand.

“I’d better come up with a plan soon,” I said.

I realized when we pulled into the driveway of LaVeau Manor that a foreboding feeling fell over me instantly. This time, I didn’t have a sense of relief about being home. It was more like trepidation for what might be waiting for me inside. Where had Catherin vanished too and how would I get rid of Claude?

Liam held the door open for me as
we stepped inside the massive foyer. He closed the door behind us and turned to me. Pluto rushed over and weaved around my legs. He meowed loudly, letting me know that his food dish was empty and that he wanted the supply replenished immediately.

“Well, I guess I’ll turn in for the night,” I said.

My heart beat faster as Liam stared at me. His eyes were fixed on my lips. In one fluid movement, he was standing in front of me. My head was swimming as he pressed his body close to mine. I melted into his arms as his lips met mine. As his mouth covered mine hungrily, I was shocked by my own eager response to his kiss.

My knees went weak and the only thing holding me up was Liam’s embrace. I knew I had to push him away. My thoughts were so muddled at the moment. I couldn’t allow myself to be
swept up in the moment. But yet I couldn’t pull away from his kiss either.

When the doorbell rang, it was like being saved by the bell. I wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing though. Liam pulled away from me and looked at the door. The bell ringing at LaVeau Manor meant trouble and he knew it. Sometimes that meant gorgeous men showing up, but that still equaled nothing but trouble.

I raced over to the door and peeked out the little hole. The night was clear and the light out the veranda illuminated the men’s faces. The man from the bar stood on my doorstep. He wasn’t alone though.

“It’s that strange m
an from the Bubbling Cauldron, the one who was smoking outside, and there’s another man with him,” I whispered.

Liam hurried over and opened the door. It was funny how I thought things
couldn’t get stranger, and yet they always did. This place was like the vortex for all things strange. And I was now queen of the weirdness.

“What do you want?” Liam asked as he opened the door.

I peeked around to get a better look at the men. They were peering over Liam’s shoulder at me. What did they want with me?

“I’ve come to see Halloween LaVeau,” the man said in a professional tone.

Obviously he meant business. He wore a gray suit that matched the sprinkles of gray in his otherwise dark hair. He had icy blue eyes and incredibly pale skin.

“I’m afraid she’s not accepting visitors this evening,” Liam said, pushing the door closed.

From the expression on this man’s face, he didn’t seem to care whether I was receiving guests or not. He didn’t look like the follow-the-rules type.

The man stopped the door with his foot. “You’re Liam Rankin
,” he said. “Aren’t you Nicolas Marcos’ brother?”

The only thing that saved this man’s foot from being smashed was the mention of Nicolas’ name. Liam eased his stance and opened the door again.

“Why do you ask?” Liam said, as his expression changed.

In spite of everything, was Liam genuinely concerned for his brother? I wasn’t sure if the tension between them had gone too far
to the point that they’d never be like brothers again.

“
Have you see Nicolas?” he asked.

“Who are you? Did you follow us home?” I asked, pointing at the cigarette guy.

This was incredibly frustrating and I wasn’t about to let them get by without telling me exactly what they wanted with Nicolas.

“When I told him that I’d talked to the
new leader of the Underworld, he insisted that I follow you home, so yes, we did follow you,” the cigarette man said with a gruff voice.

Liam stepped in front of me. “What the hell do you want? You have about two seconds to explain yourself.”

I tried to ignore the thoughts in my mind, but it was hard not to think about how sexy Liam was when he was angry. Plus, Liam had stayed here when the times were tough. Nicolas had thought it was best to leave. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

“I haven’t seen Nicolas and I wonder if he’s in trouble,” the man said.

“Why don’t you tell me who you are before I give you any information regarding Mr. Marcos?” I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“My name is Gilford Harris. I am the leader of the Baton Rouge Clan of Vampires. I’ve been looking for the leader of the New Orleans Clan. It seems he is missing. That’s when I heard of Nicolas’ troubles.
I saw the clan leader and Nicolas together about two weeks ago.”

“The leader is m
issing?” I asked.

“For how long?” Liam asked, as if he’d read my thoughts and asked my next question.

“It’s been almost a couple weeks now,” he said.

I
wasn’t sure if Liam had read my thoughts this time or what, but he looked at me. I knew we were wondering the same thing. All of this with Nicolas had happened two weeks ago. Could it somehow be related?

“So if you’re looking for the leader, then why do you need Nicolas?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.

“May I come in?” His expression darkened.

I still wasn’t sure I should trust this man. After all, they had followed us and that was beyond creepy and stalkerish. But with Liam there, I supposed it would be okay. I nodded at Liam that he could open the door further and allow the men to enter. As the men stepped inside, they glanced around. Were they looking for something? I glanced up toward the second floor. Was my newest guest still there? He had been awfully quiet.

The men followed me into the parlor. Liam walked behind them just in case they wanted to try any funny business.

“Please have a seat.” I motioned toward the sofa.

The men sat down, taking in the full view of the room.

“I knew your great-
aunt,” the man said. “She was a lovely woman.”

“She had a lot of friends,” I said.

I didn’t want to exchange pleasantries with this man. I just wanted him to get to the reason for his visit. “So, tell me exactly why you decided to pay me a visit.”

“There are ro
gue vampires out there and I need your help stopping them. I need your help in finding the New Orleans leader. To be honest, I may be next, so I have to know why he’s gone.” The lines of worry deepened around Gilford’s eyes.

“So you suspect that the ro
gue vampires had something to do with the leader’s disappearance and you think they’ll come after you next?” I repeated.

I had to make sure I had this story straight. It really didn’t make sense and at the moment I was a bit confused.

“Yes, I do believe they had something to do with it. I have good reason to believe that too,” he said.

“Do you care to share that with us?” I asked.

He leaned back in his seat. “It’s simple really. The New Orleans leader threatened to eliminate the bad ones. He didn’t want to tolerate their behavior, so they wanted to get rid of him.”

“And they want to get rid of you for the same reason?” Liam asked.

He nodded. “That is correct.”

The cigarette guy looked like he really didn’t want to be here. He had been caught in the middle of this when all he probably wanted was a beer.

“When did the vampires start acting this way?” I asked.

“It’s been g
oing on for about six months. There’s a dark force at work. A demon has been trying to come through for some time.” The strain in his voice was palpable.

I exchanged a glance with Liam. Since I’d just dealt with a demon, I really didn’t want to hear the word again anytime soon.

“What kind of demon?” Liam asked.

The cigarette guy shifted in his seat. I knew he was uncomfortable with the topic too.

“I don’t have expertise with this demon, so I can’t offer much information other than I know it is somehow connected to the witches and the vampires.”

That was odd. How would I find out what that connection was? It was my job to find out what that connection was, right? I needed an assistant. I’d barely had time to look at the Book of Mystics, much less research demons.

“You said a demon had been trying to come through? What do you mean?” Asking the question sent a chill down my spine.

“A demon has been unleashed. I don’t know what he is capable of, but it’s best not to find out t
he hard way. Don’t you agree?” He fixed his gaze on me.

“Well, yeah, I don’t want to deal with a demon,” I said.

“Ginny Love told me you were in the New Orleans bar. I heard you were looking for Nicolas, but I didn’t figure you knew the full extent of what’s been going on.”

“I am aware of the charges against Nicolas, but I didn’t know about the clan leader. But rest assured, I’ll try to help you any way I can,” I
offered.

“Do you think the charges against Nicolas are related
to the actions of all the rogue vampires?” Liam asked.

He shrugged. “It seems like it could be, but I know Nicolas is a decent person, so I don’t think he could be involved with these vampires.”

I didn’t think so either, but Nicolas was now with the bad witches in New Orleans. I’d have to go to Nicolas and confront him about the new details I’d learned. And I also needed to find out who this demon was. I couldn’t fight something I knew nothing about. I’d done that once and I’d come really close to losing the battle. I didn’t want to repeat that.

As we contemplated the conversation, the click of the front door opening carried across the room. The sound of the wicked wind whistled through the house. Loud laughter followed that, echoing through the foyer. I jumped up and ran over with Liam following on
my heels. When we reached the foyer, he jumped in front of me. Catherin and Claude were strolling arm in arm through the door. Apparently, they’d met each other and had become the best of friends.