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  “But I don’t know if I’m going to die or not.”

  She hugged me tightly to her. “Be careful. Okay?”

  I put my arms around her. “I can’t be careful. It goes against the nature of this kind of thing.”

  Lydia groaned. “Okay. Go.”

  She let go and stepped back. “Thanks for believing me, by the way. I’ll show you every day we know each other that I’m not a liar.”

  I walked toward Micah then stopped. “It could still be a trap. I won’t really know until it’s over, right?”

  She rubbed her eyes. “Yes, you’re right.”

  In two steps, I was to her, and before I could overthink it, I kissed her as gently as I could. She sighed against my mouth, and it moved through me. “Bye, Lydia. Try to stay warm. See you later.”

  Her grin felt like summer had suddenly descended on me and we were in the middle of hot day.

  I made my way to Micah, knowing I was about to hear about it.

  He waited a beat before he spoke. “You know if she doesn’t turn out to be a sociopathic liar, she’ll be perfect for you. Or maybe she’s perfect even if she is one.”

  I shoved him. “Bite me.”

  His mood shifted, and I felt the change in energy. Serious Micah had shown up. He turned to me before he spoke. “Split up or go together?”

  I thought for a second before I answered him. “Together until we have more of an idea of what we’re dealing with.”

  He nodded. “Agreed.”

  I didn’t let myself turn and look at Lydia again when I made my way toward the fort. I could feel her eyes on my back. I took a deep breath. Maybe it was better when no one worried.

  Getting into the fort proved a challenge. We ended up having to scale the wall. Before Micah gripped a brick, he eyed me. “Up for this?”

  “Fuck off.” I gripped the brick. My stitches were holding. Nothing had changed. I was doing this.

  He nodded. “That’s what I thought you’d say.”

  Took us ten minutes to get up and over the wall. I didn’t know if it really was as hard as it seemed or if it was just my body letting me down. Micah took as long, only I wasn’t sure if he’d done that in solidarity with me or if he’d found it challenging, too. That wasn’t a question Warriors asked each other.

  We landed on the ground on the other side. The long stretch of climb at least told me no one watched. We would have had trouble on the inside if they had. My hands were cut up from the gray bricks. The walls would have been non-scalable had the building not been constructed a long time ago.

  I waved off the sensation of pain and looked around. There was no one living in the fort, at least not above ground. We searched until we found the entrance to the Vampire holding.

  Most of the time, there were just lids covering holes in the ground. It wasn’t like there were all that many people looking to go fight Vampires. Even in Genesis, the Warriors had their hands full without invading Vampire holdings. Rachel had led the crusade to take them down after Chad died. Other than that, they were pretty much left alone. There weren’t enough humans left alive in the world to manage everything that was wrong with it.

  “Sincerely missing Clancy’s bombs right now.”

  I bent over. The Vampires near Genesis had to be crafty. They locked up their entrances. I tugged on the lid, and it slid right off. “Looks like they’re not concerned.”

  “Probably think they’re safe because of the walls.” He turned back. “See that lever? I bet it brings down a gate. Do it now?”

  “No.” I shook my head. “They might hear that. We’re going to be doing this as quietly as possible.”

  I had my machete on my back in case of Werewolves, but otherwise, the stake was my friend. It didn’t help to cut off a Vamp's head. They just grew back. I pushed away the memories; it didn’t do me any good to dwell on them.

  “Follow me down.” I grabbed the ladder and swung my feet down to take the rungs two at a time. If there was trouble at the bottom, I wanted to face it, not leave it to Micah to handle. This was my need to take down every Vampire I saw, not his. He would get out of this alive.

  No one was at the bottom, which wasn’t a surprise in the middle of the day. Best time to beat the Vamps was when they were sluggish. They weren’t able to handle sunlight. Underground, that wasn’t any problem. But their body clocks still made them the least lethal when the sun shone, even if they couldn’t see it.

  They never slept. They moved slower.

  Micah got down the ladder and looked around. “Do they all look alike? This one is just the same as the ones by Genesis?”

  “As far as I know. Don’t forget, it was the same crazy humans who built them all.”

  He smiled. “How could I ever forget? They were the same fuckers who shoved me in stasis.”

  I didn’t have those memories. This place, this kind of existence, was all I’d ever known.

  Six

  We stayed together. If there had been three of us, we’d have split up. Four would have been perfect. But it was just Micah and me. Better to be together than alone in case my assertions about how many Vampires we’d see were wrong.

  My monster sensors were going crazy. I could feel the Vampires and Werewolves in the area. This close, I wasn’t sure exactly how many they signaled. It was a good thing I hadn’t had these abilities when I actually lived with the monsters. Those had been given to me in Genesis so I could fight Icahn’s battles for him.

  I’d have gone mad if I’d had them before.

  The lights dimmed, flickered, then came back on. Not surprising. Vampires didn’t care if their humans were comfortable. Electricity was spotty in these places. They only had enough so the humans could do whatever job they were supposed to be managing. Why waste the energy?

  Quiet voices caught my attention, and I pointed. Humans were talking. We didn’t want to rush in. They might be the wrong kind of humans, the monster helping, crazy scientist kind. Micah motioned for me to get against the opposite wall from him. I signaled back and moved silently.

  We rounded the corner together, my stake out and Micah’s hand on his machete. That was, of course, the other option. Werewolves in their human form could talk, too. I was glad he’d been thinking more clearly than me.

  On the other side were cages filled with men I could only guess were the males from Geronimo. Three Werewolves in their human forms were there, wandering around. Conversation ceased, and then the battle was on.

  I had one second to hope that Micah stitched me up really well before my machete was off my back and I darted left to avoid being struck. The pain in my arm and chest proved helpful. It reminded me to pay close attention, to not get lost in the fight. Keith had taught us all that. Keep your senses through the adrenaline. It was how we won.

  I backed into the wall, raised my machete and took off the fucker’s head. I braced for more, but Micah had the other two down already.

  He nodded at me. So far, not a single Vampire.

  I raised my hand to get the attention of the men in the cages. “My name is Deacon. This is Micah. We’ve come from Geronimo.” That wasn’t exactly true. Only one member of Geronimo knew we were here. “We’ll get you out of those cages shortly. First, we have to get rid of your Vampire friends.”

  One man crawled forward. “I always knew this day would come. Thank you.”

  “Not quite done yet.” I looked at Micah who had gone quiet in the way he sometimes did. I had yet to figure out why that sometimes happened. “Do we let them out before we go for the Vamps?”

  He shook his head. “If we don’t win, they’ll hunt them down and kill them for disobeying. This way, it’s not their fault. See what I’m saying?”

  I did. I turned back to the men. “Give us a minute.”

  I hated to leave them in there, but if we failed, they would be worse off. They could at least tell the story about the two guys who had tried to save them.

  What an incredibly difficult situation those guys fa
ced. Knowing the Vampires would come back, having to comply for the sake of their families.

  When I lived in one of these places, the Vamps had spent their days in a large room, all together. The idea being, I guessed, because it wasn’t like I could ask, that they had strength in numbers when they were less than at their best during the day.

  That was true this time, too. What was different, however, than where I’d grown up, was there were two water tanks, giant ones that stretched from ceiling to floor. A human walked back and forth in front of them, speaking into a recorder. Inside the tanks were two dead human females. The Vamps made no moves to harm the live human in front of the tanks.

  I’d heard about this from Rachel, but I’d never seen it. The Vampires could be controlled by humans thanks to a drug in their food supply—the humans they kept in cages. Presumably, it was put in the food of their human population. That meant at some point, I’d had it in me. I hated that thought.

  The Vampires needed the drug or they died. Since it was only the scientists in possession of it, they got a free pass around the Vamps.

  “Little more than twelve.” Micah didn’t keep his voice down. “More like fourteen.”

  I shrugged. “Whoops.”

  The scientist jumped back. He was a tall man, around Micah’s father’s age, with red hair and blue eyes. He squealed like a little child, and we hadn’t done anything yet.

  He pointed at us, jumping up and down. “Get them.”

  The Vampires turned in our direction. Daytime drowsy, they weren’t going to be moving so fast.

  “Seven and seven,” Micah said to me. “Let’s see who gets done first.”

  It would be him. I could beat back these Vamps, but since I was still injured, it wasn’t going to be at racing speed. I gripped my stake and ran for the Vampires.

  I staked one that hadn’t moved then darted toward the next one who was barely inching at me. Micah was finished. I heard his cry of done while I took care of number three.

  “That’s great, man,” I called out to him. “Subdue the creepy doctor over there.”

  “On it.”

  I finished. Four and five were easy, my stake plunging into their nearly dead flesh easily. Six and seven took some time. They’d woken up enough in the battle that they took a little maneuvering. I ended up jumping onto the last one’s back—maybe this would be a signature move from now on—and plunging my stake into its heart from behind.

  I almost dropped the stake, which made me laugh. As the creature turned to dust, I went down with it, hitting the ground. When I pulled myself up, I still had the stake in my hand, but it had been close.

  I turned to Micah, who held the dead scientist in his arms. It took me a second to reconcile what I saw with what I’d expected to see. Micah didn’t usually kill humans unless he was attacked. In battle, he’d taken out some of Icahn’s. But that was it.

  “Hey, man, I didn’t expect you to kill him.”

  He rolled his eyes at me, dropping the scientist. “He had something in his mouth. He chewed on it, and it killed him. I don’t kill humans unless I must. You know that. You sent enough after us when you worked for Icahn.”

  I’d heard they all thought that. “I never sent any. He didn’t ask me to strategize. Are you kidding? That ego? That’s not on me.” Keith’s death, yes. War, no.

  “So they didn’t want him caught.” Micah got to his feet. “Glad to know actually, that you didn’t help him in war.”

  I shook my head. “He liked the look of me with him. It made for good propaganda. That’s all.” It had been a completely boring time followed by abject horror.

  I walked to the water enclosures. The two women were bloated. It was hard to make out their facial features. I touched the glass. “What is happening here?”

  Micah sighed. “What do you want to bet the last visitors to Geronimo were women?”

  And they’d been coming for us next…

  Micah touched the other enclosure’s glass. “Rest in peace, ladies.”

  Before I let the men out of their cages, I wanted more of a look at this place. Leaving Micah behind, I walked around, taking in expected sites. Cages. Blood rooms. The place where they kept the infirmed Vampires—who would die on their own now. I wasn’t going to bother with them. Big areas to hold humans. All of it I’d seen before.

  What caught my attention was the map on the wall. Someone not Vampire had put it up. It showed several Vampire enclosures and the tunnels that led to them. There were hundreds and they all converged here.

  I stared for a moment. Although it was empty, we hadn’t chosen just a random Vampire place to raid. This was a central location. Sometime very soon, the rest of the undead would notice we had been here.

  We’d saved Geronimo’s people but we might have opened the door for bigger problems.

  Micah came up and read the map, too.

  “Plans will have to be in place. That is, if we’re staying. We did what we said we’d do. Or we will any second. We could go.”

  I cleared my throat. “You can go.”

  He nodded. “You and I both know I’m not leaving you. And you’re not leaving her.”

  “I hate that you’re right.”

  He patted my shoulder. “Don’t. I’ve never been close to being in love. I’ve never been in real like. I want it. I just can’t seem to get it. No one is right, which tells me there’s something wrong with me and not them. Sex is dull.”

  I stared at him for a long second. How much to confess? “I wouldn’t know. Not really.”

  “Ooh.” He grinned. “Deacon is going to have a lot of fun soon. Almost jealous about that, too. Might have been nice to wait for the right one.”

  I looked down at the floor. “Assuming she still wants me. She might be using me for this or something else then be done.”

  Micah shook his head. “Girl loves you. She’s got some screwed up stuff to work through, but she loves you. Sorry, Deacon. It looks like this was for real.”

  “Then… I’m not sure I can make her happy.”

  He furrowed his brow. “She seems pretty naturally happy when you’re around. I don’t think you’ll have to work that.”

  “Don’t be a jackass. I mean in bed. I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  He blinked. “You know the basics, yes? What goes where? Do you need a picture?” I shoved him, and he laughed, holding up his hands. “It’ll work itself out. Most natural thing in the world, and assuming you stick with each other, it only gets better over time. Or so I’ve been told. I don’t stick around long enough to know.”

  I waved my hand. “Enough.”

  “Right. Let’s go get her father out of that cage.”

  Her father. I took a deep breath. Maybe I’d score some points seeing as I came and rescued him? I wasn’t exactly wonderful with family. Never had been.

  The men were shaky but relieved as we rushed them through the woods. I’d hardly had a word with Lydia, which wasn’t surprising. She hadn’t seen her father for months, and they weren’t going to have to go back to the cages. Of course, the town had lost its free supply of things the Vampires provided. I hoped the women back at home would still see this as a plus.

  She’d been relieved to see me. I’d caught her gaze for a second before she was embraced. In that moment, I’d known—she had worried the whole time. It was nice to have even a second of mattering to someone in this world. If nothing ever came of this, I’d had that.

  My body ached. We returned to cheers, tears, and happiness. Lydia gave a lot of explanations, and soon, shouts of ‘prophecy’ were everywhere. The Warriors would come and help. We’d done that.

  Except I wasn’t anyone’s fulfillment of prophecy. What I needed was to rest and to figure out how to make them safe for the next attack. Because there would be a next attack.

  We were on our way back to our cabin when we ran into a redhead. She wanted Micah. It was clear, right away. He smiled at her. Post-fight was, I’d been told, a great time to
go at it. I’d never known. Without a backward glance, he took her hand and was off. I’d see him in the morning. Maybe. Perhaps late afternoon…

  In the cabin, I heated water over the fire and took a lukewarm bath. I changed my bandages and crawled under the covers of my bed. I closed my eyes and inhaled. Lydia’s springtime smell was still on my pillow. It had been really, ridiculously nice to sleep with her.

  A knock sounded before the door opened a crack. “Deacon?”

  It was Lydia. I sat up. “You okay?”

  She closed the door behind her, locking it. “Are you? I came to help. You were limping the whole way back.”

  “I’m sore, but I’ll live. Shouldn’t you be with your family?” Wasn’t that what families did?

  “My parents need to be together, alone. Mom’s not going to get better just because Dad’s home. They need time before she’s gone. I’d like to be anywhere but there. Little privacy and all that. Charlie’s asleep so…” Her voice trailed off. “Is it okay that I came here?”

  I lifted up the sheet. “Sure.”

  She kicked off her shoes then stripped down to only a white slip. I might have quit breathing for a second. Last night, she’d stayed dressed. Of course, I was in just my boxers, too.

  Lydia crawled in next to me. Her skin was chilled from outside, even with her coat on, and I quickly wrapped us both up in the blankets. The fire crackled across the room, still blazing, and I hoped it would last most of the night.

  “Micah’s with Cherie?” Her voice was low.

  “Yes.”

  She rolled over, wrapping her arms around me and pushing herself against my side. “Oh, Deacon, thank you. Thank you for saving everything and everyone.”

  It would take the Vampires more than twenty-four hours to get ready—probably much longer—to assault us. “For now. We have to talk about it tomorrow. But, yes, tonight we are safe from them.”

  She kissed my shoulder. “I love you. I know, too early to say that. I know, not okay. But I’ve got to say it. Sometimes I just have to say how I feel. Pretend I didn’t say it if it bothers you.”