Night World 1 (40 page)

Thea stood up.

“I want to
knoooow,
” the figure said again, sounding lost and petulant. Then it turned and Thea felt ice down her spine.

The person was wearing a Halloween mask.

A kid's plastic mask of a football player, the kind held on with an elastic string. Perfectly appropriate for a Halloween dance. But at Homecoming, it was grotesque.

Oh, Eileithyia, Thea thought.

“Can you
tell
me?” the figure asked a short girl in black ruffles. She backed away, reaching for her dance partner.

Mr. Adkins, Thea's physics teacher, came jogging up, his tie fluttering. None of the other chaperones seemed to be around—probably because they were out somewhere trying to control fights over Blaise, Thea thought.

“Okay, let's settle; settle,” Mr. Adkins said, making motions as if the figure were an unruly class. “Let's just take it easy….”

The guy in the Halloween mask pulled something out of his jacket. It glinted like a rainbow under the colored dance floor lights, reflective as a mirror.

“A straight razor,” Dani said in a hushed voice. “Queen Isis, where'd he get that?”

Something about the weapon—maybe the fact that it was so weird, so old-fashioned—made it scarier than a knife. Thea pictured the way even a safety razor could slice flesh.

Mr. Adkins was backing away, arms held out as if to protect the students behind him. His eyes were frightened.

I have to stop this, Thea thought. The problem was that she had no idea how. If it had been an animal, she could have stepped out and tried mind control. But she couldn't control a person.

She started walking anyway, slowly, so as not to attract attention. She skirted the edge of the crowd around the dance floor until she drew parallel with the masked guy.

Who by now had switched to a new question. “Have you
seen
her?” he said. He kept asking it as he walked, and people kept backing away. Vivienne and Selene drew to either side with their dates. The razor glittered.

Thea looked toward the opposite end of the dance floor, where Blaise was standing with Kevin Imamura.

With no Buck, no Duane to protect her. But Blaise didn't look frightened. That was one thing about Blaise—she had magnificent physical courage. She was standing with one hand on her hip and Thea could tell that she knew exactly who was coming her way.

In between moving couples, Thea glimpsed something else. Eric was on the other side of the dance floor, holding two cups of punch in one hand and one in the other. He was keeping pace with the masked guy, just as she was.

She tried to catch his eye, but the crowd was too thick.

“Have you
seen
her?” the masked guy asked a couple right in front of Blaise. “I want to
knoooow.
…”

The couple split like bowling pins. Blaise stood exposed, tall and elegant in her black suit, lights shimmering off her midnight hair.

“Here I am, Randy,” she said. “What is it you want to know?”

Randy Marik stopped, panting. His breath made a muffled noise against the plastic. The rest of the huge room was eerily silent.

Thea moved closer, walking silently. Eric was pulling in from the other side, and he saw her for the first time. He shook his head at her and mouthed, “Stay away.”

Yeah. And you're going to tackle him armed with three party cups of punch. She gave him a look and mouthed, “
You
stay away.”

Randy's hand was trembling, making the razor flash. His chest was heaving.

“What
is
it, Randy?” Blaise said. The toe of one high heeled shoe tapped the floor impatiently.

“I feel bad,” Randy said. It was almost a moan. Suddenly his head didn't seem well connected to his neck. “I miss you.”

His voice made Thea's flesh creep. He sounded like a person with the body of an eighteen-year-old and the mind of a four-year-old.

“I cry all the time,” he said.

With his left hand, he pulled off the Halloween mask. Kevin recoiled. Thea herself felt a wave of horror.

He was crying
blood.
Bloody streams ran down from each of his eyes, mingling with regular tears.

A spell? Thea wondered. Then she thought, no; he's cut himself.

That was it. He'd made two crescent-shaped incisions under his eyes and the blood was coming from them.

The rest of his face was ghastly, too. He was white as a corpse and there was fuzzy stubble on his chin. His eyes stared wildly. And his hair, which had always been strawberry blond and silky, stood up all over his head like bleached hay.

“You came all the way from New Hampshire to tell me
that
?” Blaise said. She rolled her eyes.

Randy let out a sobbing breath.

This seemed to make Kevin braver. “Look, man, I don't know who you are—but you'd better keep away from her,” he said. “Why don't you go home and sober up?”

It was a mistake. The wild eyes above the bloodstained cheeks focused on him.

“Who are
you
?” Randy said thickly, advancing a step. “Who…are…
you
?”

“Kevin, move!” Thea said urgently.

It was too late. The hand with the razor flashed out, lightning quick. Blood spurted from Kevin's face.

K
evin howled, clapping a hand to his cheek. “He cut me! This guy cut me!” Blood ran between his fingers.

Randy lifted the razor again.

Thea reached out with her mind. Not reached. She
leaped.
It was completely instinctive; she was scared to death, and all she could think of was that he was going to kill Kevin, and maybe Blaise, too.

She caught—something. Pain and grief and fury that seemed to be bouncing around like a baboon in a cage. She could hold it for only an instant, but in that instant Eric threw two cups of punch in Randy's face. Randy yelled and turned away from Kevin, toward Eric.

Thea felt a surge of pure terror. Randy slashed with the razor, but Eric was fast; he jumped back out of the way, circling to get behind Randy. Randy wheeled and slashed again. They were doing a macabre dance, going round and round.

Thea felt as if the fear was winding tighter inside her with each turn. But Eric kept out of the way of the flashing razor until a rush of movement on the dance floor caught her eye. It was Mr. Adkins and two other teachers. They converged on Randy and there was a lot of confusion. When it was over, Randy was on the ground.

Sirens wailed outside, coming closer. Eric stepped away from the pile on the floor.

Breathing hard, he looked at Thea. She nodded that she was all right, then shut her eyes.

She felt limp and wrung out and awful. They were going to take Randy away now, and she didn't think there was much help for him. He definitely seemed too far gone.

At that moment she was ashamed of being a witch.

“All right, people,” Mr. Adkins was saying. “Let's move out of here. Let's get this place cleared.” He looked at Blaise, who was bending over a seated Kevin, holding a napkin to his cheek. “You two can stay.” Then he put a hand on Blaise's shoulder. “Are you okay here?”

Blaise looked up with wide, tragic gray eyes. “I think so,” she said bravely.

Mr. Adkins swallowed. His hand on Blaise's shoulder squeezed. Thea heard him mutter something like, “Poor kid.”

Oh, give me a break, Thea thought. But a small, selfish part of her was relieved. Blaise wasn't going to get in trouble over this one; neither of them was going to get expelled. Grandma wasn't going to be disgraced in front of the Inner Circle.

And Blaise
did
seem worried about Kevin. She was bending over him again solicitously. As if she really cared.

Thea slipped past a teacher's outstretched arm. “
Are
you okay?” she whispered to Blaise.

Blaise looked up enigmatically. That was when Thea saw that she had a tiny vial concealed in the napkin. It was full of blood.

“You…” Thea couldn't find the words.

Blaise made a slight grimace that meant:
I know. But it was just too good a chance to miss.

Thea backed up and ran into Eric. He put a steadying arm around her.

“Is she all right?”

“
She's
fine.
I
have to get out of here.”

Eric looked into her face. He was rumpled: his hair mussed, his eyes dark. All he said was, “Let's go.”

They passed Vivienne and Selene on the way out. Thea had to give them credit; they both looked shocked and unhappy. The question was, would it last?

Dani was in the parking lot with John Finkelstein. “I'm going home,” she said significantly to Thea, and tossed something into a clump of bitterbrush.

It was an empty vial.

Thea felt a tiny uncoiling of relief. She touched Dani's arm lightly. “Thanks.”

Dani looked back at the cafeteria. “I wonder what it was he wanted to know?” she murmured.

And just then a howl came from the lighted doorway, as if answering her question. It didn't sound like a person; it sounded like an animal in anguish.

“Whyyyyyy?”

Thea turned blindly and almost ran for Eric's jeep.

When they were driving on darkened streets, Eric said quietly, “I'm presuming he was an old boyfriend?”

“Last month's,”

Eric glanced at her. “He was pretty messed up, poor guy.”

And
that,
Thea thought, summed it up nicely. He was pretty messed up forever. Poor guy.

“It's Blaise,” she said. She hadn't meant to talk to him about this, but the words were so crowded in her throat that she thought she'd burst if she didn't let them out. “She does this and
does
this, and I can't stop her. She picks guys up everywhere, and they fall in love with her, and then she dumps them.”

“Love? Hm,” Eric said.

Thea looked at him, astonished. He was looking straight ahead, his long, supple fingers steady on the wheel.

Well. And I thought you were so naive. Maybe you see more than I realized.

“It's a kind of love,” she said. “It's like—do you know, in ancient Greece they worshiped the goddess Aphrodite. She was the goddess of love—and the thing about her was that she was absolutely merciless.” Thea shook her head. “I saw this play once about a queen named Phaedra. And Aphrodite made her fall in love with her own stepson, and by the end of the play just about everybody was dead on the stage. But Aphrodite just kept smiling. Because she was just doing what a goddess does—the same way that a tornado rips houses apart or a fire burns down a forest.”

She stopped. Her chest was aching and she didn't have any breath left. But in a way she felt better, as if some pressure had been relieved.

“And you think Blaise is like that.”

“Yes. Sort of a natural force that can't help itself. Does that sound completely crazy?”

“Actually, no.” Eric gave a wry smile. “Nature's rough. Hawks grab rabbits. Male lions kill cubs. It's a jungle out there.”

“But that doesn't make it right. Maybe for goddesses and animals, but not when it gets to the level of humans.” It was a moment before she realized what she'd said. She was using “humans” to mean “people.”

“Well, humans aren't very far from animals, after all,” Eric said softly.

Thea sagged back against the seat. She was still confused and unhappy, but what scared her most was that she felt a strong urge to keep talking to Eric about it. He seemed to
understand
so well…better than anybody else ever had. And not only to understand, but to care.

“I know what you need,” Eric said suddenly, brightening. “I was going to suggest we go to the late buffet at Harrah's, but I know something better.”

Thea glanced at the clock, saw that it was almost eleven. “What?”

“Puppy therapy.”

“What?”

He just grinned and turned the jeep south. They pulled up at a modest gray building with a sign that read
SUN CITY ANIMAL HOSPITAL
.

“This is where you work.”

“Yup. We can let Pilar off early,” Eric said, getting out and unlocking the front door of the building. “Come on.”

A pretty girl with shoulder-length brown hair looked up from behind the office counter. Thea recognized her as Pilar Osorio from school. A quiet girl who looked like a good student.

“How was the dance?” she said. Thea thought her eyes lingered on Eric wistfully as she said it.

Eric shrugged. “Pretty awful, to tell the truth. There was a fight and we left.” Thea noticed he didn't mention his part in stopping the fight.

“How awful,” Pilar said sympathetically—but Thea thought she wasn't entirely sorry that the dance hadn't gone well.

“Yeah. So how's our boy?”

“Okay—a little hyper. You might want to take him for a walk later.” Pilar picked up her jacket. She nodded politely to Thea as she headed for the door. “See you Monday.”

She likes him.

When the door was shut Thea looked around the office. “So the clinic's not open.”

“No, but somebody has to stay overnight when we've got animals boarding here.” He gave her the grin again. “Follow me.”

He led her through an exam room into a corridor and then to a kennel room at the back. Thea looked around with interest. She'd never been in the inner sanctum of an animal hospital before.

There were several dog runs. Eager whining was coming from the last.

Eric looked at her mischievously. “Three, two, one…”

He opened the cage. A big Labrador puppy tumbled out, tail wagging frantically. He was a beautiful color that ranged from deep gold on his back to almost white on his legs and paws.

“Hey, Bud,” Eric said. “Hey, pal; who's a good boy?” He looked at Thea solemnly. “This is the ultimate cuddle dog.”

Thea collapsed on the sheet vinyl floor and made a lap, holding both arms out.

“Uh—your dress—” Eric began mildly, but the puppy was already in midair. Thea caught him and he crawled up her, legs on her shoulders, hot breath blowing in her ear.

“I think I'm in love,” Thea gasped, her arms full of warm, heavy puppy sweetness.

Happiness surrounded her. She didn't have to try to merge with the puppy's mind; he practically took over by force. All his thoughts were good ones, and they were all about
now.
About how terrific everything smelled this minute, and how great that scratch behind the ear felt on a fleabite.

Good feelings, happy feelings
…
I really like this big bald dog
…
Wonder which of us is dominant?

The puppy bit her and Thea play-bit him back. “Wrong; I'm the pack leader,” she informed him, holding his jowls.

There was only one odd thing. She could see the way the world looked to the pup—and there was nothing on the right. Just a void.

“Is there something wrong with his eyes?”

“You noticed the cataract. Lots of people don't see that right away. Yeah, he's blind in the right eye. When he gets older he may come back for surgery.” Eric sat back against the wall, grinning madly. “You've really got a way with animals,” he said. “But you don't own any pets?”

The question was gentle, not intrusive. Thea said absently, “Well, usually just temporary ones. I pick them up and when they're cured I put them back—or find homes for them if they
want
to be pets.”

“You cure them.”

Once again, the question was gentle, but Thea felt a little shock. Why couldn't she guard her tongue around this guy? She looked up and found he was looking at her steadily and searchingly, his green eyes alert.

She took a breath. “I feed them, take them to the vet if they need it. Then I wait until they heal up.”

He nodded, but the searching look didn't go away. “Did you ever think of being a vet yourself?”

Thea had to look down. She bluffed by kissing the puppy.

“Uh, not really,” she muttered into blond fur.

“But you've got a
gift.
Look, I've got some material on U.C. Davis. They have a great undergraduate program—and their graduate school is one of the best in the country. It's not easy to get in, but you could do it. I know you could.”

“I wouldn't bet on it,” Thea muttered. She had several dramatic blotches on her academic record—like four expulsions.

But that wasn't the real problem. The real problem was that witches weren't veterinarians. They just
weren't.

She could choose to specialize in gems or herbs or ritual clothing; in chants or runes or research or amulets…in hundreds of things, but nothing taught at U.C. Davis.

“It's hard to explain,” Thea said. She didn't have much room left to be surprised, or she'd have been surprised to find she
wanted
to explain to a human. “It's just—my family wouldn't really approve. They want me to be something else.”

Eric opened his mouth, then shut it again.

The puppy sneezed.

“Well—maybe you could help me with
my
application sometime,” Eric said at last. “I'm trying to do the essay question and dying.”

You sneak, Thea thought.

“Maybe,” she said.

At that moment a buzzer sounded—far away but insistent. Bud barked.

“What the…that's the outside buzzer,” Eric said. “But nobody should be here at this time of night.” He got up and headed for the front of the building. Thea followed, her fingertips just brushing Bud's head to control him.

Eric opened the door, then stepped back in surprise.