Fablehaven: The Complete Series (46 page)

“That must be your ride.” Dad grabbed the suitcase and the duffel bag off the bed. Kendra followed him to the living room, where Mom stood chatting with a statuesque woman. Tall and slender, the woman had a lustrous cascade of black hair and an olive complexion. She looked Spanish or Italian, with generous lips and a playful arch to her eyebrows. Her cosmetics were applied with an expertise Kendra had never seen outside of fashion magazines. She wore trendy jeans, brown boots, and a snug, stylish leather jacket.

As Kendra entered the room, the woman smiled, her expressive eyes lighting up. “You must be Kendra,” the woman said warmly. “I’m Vanessa Santoro.” She had the faint remnant of an accent.

Kendra extended her hand. Vanessa clasped only her fingers. Dad introduced himself and Vanessa offered him a similar handshake. Despite her polished looks and demeanor, her fingernails were incongruously short. Seth came into the room and stopped in his tracks. Kendra felt embarrassed for him—he was so unable to disguise his amazement at Vanessa’s striking appearance.

“I’ve looked forward to finally meeting the famous Seth Sorenson,” Vanessa said.

“Me?” Seth replied inanely.

Vanessa smiled tenderly. She seemed accustomed to making boys tongue-tied. Kendra was starting not to like her.

Vanessa glanced at her small, fashionable watch. “I hate to be in a rush, but we have a lot of ground to cover before the night ends.”

“You’re welcome to stay the night here and get a fresh start in the morning,” Mom said. “We could make up the spare bed.”

Kendra experienced an acute moment of distress. They had to get out of there. Errol was waiting outside, and he had acted suspicious of Vanessa. Who knew what he might try during the night?

Vanessa shook her head with a regretful smile. “I have an appointment tomorrow,” she said. “No worries, I’m a night owl. I slept in late. We’ll get to Stan’s in one piece.”

“Can I get you some refreshments?” Mom pursued.

Vanessa held up a hand. “I have goodies in the car,” she said. “We should get on the road.”

Dad had pulled out his wallet. “At least let us chip in on gas.”

“I wouldn’t think of it,” Vanessa insisted.

“You’re saving us a long drive,” Dad persisted. “It’s the least—”

“I was going there anyhow,” Vanessa said, picking up Seth’s suitcase, the largest of the bunch. “Giving your children a lift is my pleasure.” Dad snatched Kendra’s suitcase before Vanessa could grab it as well. Instead Vanessa seized Seth’s duffel bag.

Mom opened the door, and Vanessa walked out, followed by Dad. “I can get my bags,” Seth said from behind.

“I’m quite capable,” Vanessa assured him, striding easily toward her car.

“Whoa!” Seth said when he got a look at her dark blue sports car.

Dad whistled. “Ferrari?”

“No,” Vanessa said. “Custom made. I got a deal through a friend.”

“You’ll have to introduce me,” Dad said.

“In your dreams,” Mom muttered.

Standing beside the sports car, Kendra could not believe she was going to get to ride in it all the way to Fablehaven. Low and aerodynamic, the glossy vehicle had twin tailpipes, a sunroof, and fat tires like a race car. In spite of the dead insects plastered to the front, it looked like the sort of vehicle you would expect to see in a showroom or at a car expo—not something that anybody would actually drive.

Vanessa pressed a couple of buttons on her key chain. The passenger door swung open and the trunk popped up. “There should just be room for the suitcases in the trunk,” she said. She leaned the passenger seat forward and tucked Seth’s duffel bag behind the driver’s seat.

“Shotgun,” Seth called.

“Sorry,” Vanessa said. “House rules. Tallest passenger gets shotgun. The back is a bit cramped.”

Seth drew himself up to his full height. “I’ve almost caught up with her,” he said. “Besides, she’s more flexible.”

“Good,” Vanessa said, “because we’ll have to slide her seat forward to fit the two of you. I don’t often have riders in the back.” Dad handed Kendra’s duffel bag to Vanessa and then loaded the suitcases into the trunk.

Seth slouched into the backseat and fastened his seat belt. Vanessa slid the passenger seat forward a bit and pushed the back upright. “Can you live with that?” Seth nodded glumly. His legs were twisted sideways with the knees together. “Kendra might be able to spare an extra inch or two once she gets settled,” Vanessa soothed.

Vanessa stepped aside so Kendra could get in the car. Kendra met her eyes and glanced at the Volkswagen van parked down the road. Vanessa winked in a way that suggested she was aware of the threat. Kendra hesitated for another moment. “Kaleidoscope,” Vanessa murmured.

Kendra got into the car and Vanessa shut the door. The engine roared to life spontaneously. Vanessa thumbed her key chain again and the driver’s door opened.

Mom and Dad stood together on the curb, waving. Doubting whether her parents would be able to see her through the tinted glass, Kendra rolled down her window and waved back. According to Grandpa, with her and Seth out of the house, Mom and Dad would be out of danger. Although Kendra was unsure what new hazards awaited at Fablehaven, at least she could take comfort knowing her departure would ensure the safety of her parents.

Vanessa scooted behind the wheel and closed the door. Her demeanor instantly changed as she tugged on a pair of black driving gloves. “How long has he been there?” she asked, switching on the lights, throwing the manual transmission into gear, and pulling forward.

Calling a final good-bye, Kendra rolled up the window. “Only a few minutes, I think,” Kendra said. “He showed up after we skipped out on meeting him at the service station.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Seth complained.

“I just found out,” Kendra said. “He called. I was getting off the phone with him when Vanessa pulled up. He was trying to talk me into going.”

They drove past the Volkswagen van. Looking back, Kendra saw the headlights come on and the van pull into the street behind them. “He’s following us,” Seth said.

“Not for long,” Vanessa promised. “Once we’re out of earshot from your parents, we’ll get rid of him quick.” She put on a pair of sunglasses.

“Isn’t it a little dark for sunglasses?” Seth said.

“Night vision,” Vanessa explained. “I can kill the lights and go as fast as I like.”

“Awesome!” Seth said.

They turned a corner, heading toward the interstate. Vanessa looked over at Kendra. “You were just on the phone with him?”

“Watch out!” Kendra yelled, pointing straight ahead. A gigantic humanoid figure made of straw shambled out into the road, waving a pair of crude arms. Having just rounded a corner, they were not going very fast. Vanessa swerved, but the monstrous figure leapt sideways to continue blocking their path. Vanessa slammed on the brakes. The seat belts locked, and the car stopped about ten yards shy of the creature.

Yellow and bristly under the bright headlights, the oafish figure towered at least ten feet above the asphalt, straddling the yellow line in the center of the road. It had short legs with large feet, a massive torso, and long, thick arms. The bushy head lacked eyes, but a gaping mouth appeared when the monstrosity let out a raspy roar.

“A haystack?” Seth said, sounding bewildered.

“A dullion,” Vanessa corrected, throwing the car into reverse. “A pseudo golem.”

The dullion charged. The engine growled and the tires squealed as they backed away. Vanessa expertly whipped the car around and switched gears, wheels shrieking. They were suddenly going forward again, away from the creature. The sharp odor of burnt rubber filled the car.

As they neared the intersection where they had just turned, the Volkswagen van screeched to a stop, blocking their escape. A second car, an older-model Cadillac, pulled up beside it, completing the barricade. The road was only two lanes wide, and the scant shoulder was steep and rocky.

Vanessa cranked the car into a slide and, after a wild fishtail, tires spinning and smoking, they were again facing the lumbering strawman. The bulky creature shuffled toward them. Vanessa gunned the engine. As the screaming tires gained traction, the car picked up speed, but with the dullion rapidly drawing closer, there was not enough space to get going really fast.

Without much room to maneuver, Vanessa did her best, bringing the car to the right edge of the road, then cutting across to the left just before they reached the monster. The tactic kept them from plowing directly into the dullion, but the lunging strawman pounded the car with its huge fists as they roared past. It sounded like they had been struck by a rocket. The car trembled and skidded, and for a terrible moment Kendra thought they were going to sail off the road, but Vanessa regained control and they raced away.

Part of the roof had crumpled above Kendra, and cracks webbed her window and the sunroof. The wheels smelled like they were on fire. But the engine purred and the car seemed to be driving smoothly as the speedometer topped ninety.

“Sorry about the turbulence,” Vanessa said. “Everybody all right?”

“I bet we left some sweet skid marks,” Seth gushed. “What was that thing?”

“A golem made out of straw,” Kendra said.

“It looked ridiculous,” Seth said. “Like a moving haystack.”

Kendra realized that Seth had not seen the true form of the creature that had assailed them. “You haven’t had milk, Seth.”

“Oh, yeah. Did he look like Hugo?”

“Sort of,” Kendra said, “but bigger and sloppier.”

“The thing bashed us hard,” Seth said. “He caved in the roof.”

They turned onto a wider road, tires whining mildly, then accelerated aggressively. “We were lucky to get away with so little damage,” Vanessa said. “The body of the car has been reinforced and the windows are bulletproof. A lesser vehicle would no longer be running. They chose the right spot for an ambush.”

“How could something made of hay hit us so hard?” Seth asked.

“Who knows what was underneath the straw?” Kendra said.

“Which is why I didn’t just ram him in the first place,” Vanessa said. “Good thing for us.”

Kendra checked the speedometer. They were going faster than a hundred miles per hour. “Don’t you worry about speed traps?”

Vanessa grinned. “Nobody will be able to catch us without a helicopter.”

“Really?” Seth said.

“I’ve never had a ticket,” Vanessa bragged. “But I’ve been chased. I’m tough to catch, especially outside of metropolitan areas. I’ll have you to Fablehaven in a little over two hours.”

“Two hours!” Kendra exclaimed.

“How do you think I reached your house so soon after you spoke with Stan? We can comfortably average a hundred and fifty on the interstate. Late at night, with our lights off, anybody holding a radar gun will think they clocked a UFO.”

“This might be the coolest day of my life,” Seth said. “Except that I don’t have anyplace to put my legs.”

“I don’t normally speed for fun,” Vanessa explained. “But we might have enemies following us. Tonight, it’s the smartest course of action. By the way, Seth, your grandma sent you this.” She opened a small ice chest between the front seats and removed a little bottle of milk.

“Now you tell me, after I missed the dullion.” He accepted the milk and drank it. “What’s the difference between a dullion and a golem?”

“Quality, mostly,” Vanessa said. “Dullions are a bit easier to create. Although I haven’t seen one in ages. Like golems, they’re nearly extinct. Whoever was after you has unusual resources.”

They drove in silence for a moment. Kendra folded her arms. “I’m sorry we wrecked your beautiful car.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Vanessa said. “Believe it or not, I’ve given cars bigger bruises than that one.”

Kendra frowned. “I feel so stupid for letting Errol take advantage of us.”

“Your grandfather filled me in,” Vanessa said. “You were trying to do the right thing. It was a textbook Society infiltration—setting up a threat, then making it look like they helped you solve the problem in order to build trust. I’m sure they also cut off your communication with Stan. Speaking of Stan . . .”

Vanessa flipped open a small cell phone. Kendra and Seth sat in silence while Vanessa reported to Grandpa that they were on the road and all right. She briefly related the incident with Errol and the dullion, then snapped the phone shut.

“What did I steal from Grandpa’s friend?” Seth asked.

“A demon called Olloch the Glutton,” Vanessa said. “I’m assuming you fed it?”

“Errol said it was the only way to move it,” Seth said wretchedly.

“Errol was right,” Vanessa said. “You broke the spell that bound it. It bit you?”

“Yeah, is that bad?”

“They’ll tell you more about it at Fablehaven,” Vanessa promised.