“Why didn’t she put you in the circle with the wolves?”
“She did. Most scared I’ve been since I died the first time. Woulda crapped my britches if I still did that kind of thing. It bit down with its beak, took a taste, and spat me out. Told her I tasted like spoiled milk and rotten cheese.” Lincoln was watching Big Evan’s neck where pulse beat. But he didn’t bite. He put the back of hand over his mouth and pressed. I smelled vampire blood. Did not smell like bad cheese; smelled tasty. I did not understand demon and cheese. Was confused.
Lincoln took a breath and said, “It’s looking for something it can possess. It wants something capable of being two-natured, which it plans to kill, and possess just at the moment of death. Bring it back without the occupying soul. But the weres are already two-natured, and they don’t die like it wants. Every time it brings them to the point of death, they shift instead of dying. It doesn’t want a maimed host, but it’s getting frustrated. Impatient.”
“Go on,” Big Evan said, his voice rumbling, like a growl.
“Humans are single natured, useless to it. And as far as it’s concerned, I’m dead.” Lincoln grinned up at Big Evan, who was staring at demon in circle. “So it wants a witch.”
Big Evan’s hands curled into fists bigger than Beast-paws. He looked at Lincoln with death in his eyes. Big Evan would be good hunter. Was good strong mate to Molly and kits.
“Don’t re-kill the messenger,” Lincoln said. He laughed. “Actually it wants Evangelina.”
“If it wasn’t for Molly fighting me every step of the way, it could have her.”
“Maybe not. It wants to possess someone with power, power that can be used in this world with no cost to itself—possession without the fight against the resident host soul. Witch magic to burn. Evangelina feeds it with her blood.” The vampire pointed with long finger to the hedge. “Look close. That thing has a tail tethered to the floor in the middle. That’s where she put her blood. When she wants in or out, she cuts her hand and drips some into a bowl. Holds it in front of her and crosses over the salt ring into the circle. The thing stands in the back of the circle until she’s done whatever it is she wants to do. Then she pours her blood onto the middle of the floor, and the tether gets bigger, stronger. And she leaves.”
“The demon talks?” Big Evan asked. “Can it be killed?”
“Evangelina understands it. I can make out some words here and there. Ain’t English. Not exactly. And it’s immortal, or so I’ve been led to understand.”
“So we have to find a way to bind and banish it again.”
The demon trilled a challenge. It did not want to go back to its place of darkness.
“You should ask my angel, Daddy.”
Big Evan whirled. Was suddenly holding Jane’s claw, her knife. And was standing between hungry vampire and kit. I hacked. Amused. Big Evan was nearly as fast as vampire. Good, good hunter. I padded slowly between Big Evan and Angie Baby. Sat on bottom step, on Jane clothes, that had ended up there, during shift. Flexed claws out and in and out. Showed Lincoln killing teeth. Will kill you like liver-eater. Will kill you like deer. Will kill you like male big-cat that killed my young, if you try, I thought at him. I let him see his death in my eyes. Growled low.
Lincoln looked at Molly’s mate. Looked at me. Thinking. “I have enough control left to not make a meal out of your little girl. Or out of the witches outside. Or the baby and your woman upstairs,” Lincoln said. His head tilted, like a snake. He looked sly. “Even poisoned and drained, I can wait until dark to hunt and feed.”
Angie Baby came to bottom step and put her arms around Beast. I rubbed jaw along her head, scent marking her, staring at vampire. Mine. Will protect.
“Ask my angel, Daddy. His name is Hayyel.”
At sound of angel name, demon screamed and fell to floor. Attacked dead body with beak and claws. “Hayyel, eh?” Big Evan said. The demon repeated his noise; he was afraid. “Let’s go upstairs, little girl. We have to talk about you stowing away in Mommy’s van. I was worried.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Angie Baby put blood-diamond into Jane jeans pocket. Gold chain was sticking out. Angie looked at Beast and smiled. Put finger to her lips and blew. “Shhhh.”
“Upstairs,” Evan said. Angie pushed away and scampered up the stairs. He looked at Beast. In predator eye. I growled low. I am Beast. Do not challenge.
“Jane, will you stay here and keep an eye on the vamp? If he moves, you can eat him.”
I hacked in laughter. Lay on step, like limb over path to water. Stared at Lincoln Shaddock. Dinner. Big Evan stepped over me and went up stairs. Magic tingled down stairway as Big Evan set a ward into air. Would make noise if vampire went up stairs. Good hunter. Good mate for Molly. Good mate for Jane?