Chapter Four – Sofie
The boutique hotel was infested. Three steps onto the marble floor of the lavishly decorated lobby, I was already sidestepping bodies. People ran past in various states of dress, the fire alarm ringing through the air. Whoever thought tripping that would be a good idea—likely the desk clerk whose black shoes I could see poking out from his hiding spot behind the counter—was horribly wrong. There was nothing more enticing to a fledgling than humans on the run, their hearts racing with fright.
Christmas season meant the hotel would be filled to capacity, people coming to enjoy the New York City nightlife over the holidays. Unfortunately for these guests, choosing this hotel meant they would die tonight too.
A cursory scan found several fledglings occupying the sitting area with fresh kills, festive gold and silver decorations a perverse backdrop against the splashes of crimson. How many more could be roaming the floors above me was anyone’s guess.
Blue flames ignited on my fingertips.
“We get the humans out of here and kill the fledglings,” I declared.
“Why waste time on the—” Kait said.
“Go!” I snapped as I unleashed bolts of fire, charring the five fledglings within seconds, their short-lived screams piercing. I could have destroyed the hotel and been done with it, but that would have meant burning humans alive. I couldn’t bring myself to commit mass murder of innocent people. Not yet.
We would kill these fledglings one by one if we had to.
That was how we proceeded as I chased my tiny army up the stairwell. Floor by floor, room by room, our dark clothes quickly earned a layer of both fledgling and human blood, until every living human left—which wasn’t many on the first two floors—was exiting the front door and every fledgling was left in ashes.
*
“Well, that was easy,” Bishop said sarcastically. From the shadows across the street, we watched the firefighters battle the blaze. I had torched the building to eliminate evidence. They’d be at it for hours. The kind of witch fire I used burned hot enough to turn bone to dust in minutes and took longer to extinguish. They’d find no remains. It had drained my magical reserves.
It actually had been easy. Too easy. “I counted forty-two,” I said. They had fought well, better than expected for such young creatures. That was more than a little concerning.
“And no Jonah.” Mage’s eyes scanned the streets. “I can’t imagine where he would be, if not with his horde.”
“Unless that wasn’t his only horde,” Caden pointed out, wiping fledgling blood from his cheek. “What if there’s a larger one out there?”
A collective groan escaped just as the bright purple light of another tracking bracelet ignited on my wrist. “Here we go again,” I muttered.
*
“I can’t stand being underground,” Kait grumbled as we moved down into the subway system, unsure what would be waiting at the bottom. Thankfully, only a few late-night revelers lingered on the platform, all of them alive and well, if not a tad drunk. Wherever the bracelet was leading us, it was happening within the subway tunnels.
“They must be on a train,” Galen said, leaning over to check the tunnel in both directions.
“Then we go after the train.” I hopped onto the tracks, earning gasps from the unsuspecting humans. I ignored them. “Avoid that one unless you want to find out what six hundred volts of electricity feels like,” I hollered back, pointing to the third rail as the rest of the group followed.
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Mage hissed as she ran alongside me. “Stick together so we leave together when the time comes.”
Footsteps trailed behind me as we tore through the tunnels, the purple glow the only light within the darkness, until finally, the back of a moving subway train came into sight ahead. “They must have reached the driver already,” Kait hollered as the train whizzed past the platform. Confused scowls dressed the faces of waiting patrons, all of them completely unaware how lucky they were to not be boarding this train.
We ran for it, easily hopping onto the back. I pushed through the doors to enter the last car.
The fledglings had been here all right.
“Come on.” I charged forward through the car with grim determination, doing my best to ignore the carnage left on the seats and the floor. Car after car, the scene was the same; the fledglings had swept through like locusts. Not a single heartbeat pounded.
The only thing I could be thankful for at this point was that it was late at night and therefore not as busy.
We finally found the fledglings in the last train car. Dozens of them, still finishing off the last few passengers. They’d be easy to kill. But many others stood in the aisle, their eyes glued to the windows.
Waiting.
Those wouldn’t be as easy to kill.
They turned as one, their hideous crimson eyes locking on me. Assessing me. They couldn’t possibly mistake me for human. But would they realize that they were in danger before I killed them all?
“That’s the one,” someone hissed, his reedy finger jabbing the air at me. “That’s her.”
“Me?” I touched my chest in mock concern as flames shot to my fingers. I now knew that someone was dispensing instructions regarding a redhead who wasn’t afraid of them. The question was, who? “Get back, all of you!” I ordered behind me as the closest fledglings leapt forward. Spurts of fire shot out from my fingers, engulfing the vampires.
The flames sparked instant chaos, the fledglings’ shrill screams piercing. Several farther back in the car crashed through the windows of the speeding train.
In my haste, I hadn’t thought to build a shield around myself and now they were pushing closer in an act of defiance. If I wasn’t careful, I’d burn with them.
“Sofie!” An arm around my waist pulled me through the door and into the car behind us. Mortimer shoved a metal bar through the sliding mechanism, keeping them from following us.
I unleashed as much fire as I could, cloaking the outside of the last car to keep the remaining fledglings inside as I forced the flames in through the broken windows, reaching like tentacles. I could hear their screams but I closed my eyes. They all needed to die.
Behind me, Amelie yelled about something up ahead. I opened my eyes in time to see the tunnel open up into a dimly lit station. The platform was crawling with fledglings, most likely the ones who’d escaped from the car ahead.
Amelie and Galen crashed through the window, as the fledglings had, to land on the platform just before we were plunged back into the tunnel’s darkness.
I counted how many of us remained in the car. Seven. “Where’s Kait?”
“She went after the first fledglings that jumped,” Lilly said.
“What happened to staying together?” I yelled in disbelief just as a purple glow bloomed on my arm—a tracking bracelet igniting, followed quickly by a second.
And then a third.
I stared at my wrist with dismay. How many hordes were there?
“Let’s go,” Mage said, tugging at my arm.
“Are you nuts? We need to stop this train!” On fire, with no driver, moving at high speeds, the train was a missile. “I can slow it down.” I reached forward with long magic tendrils, intent on seizing the brakes.
“We don’t have time!” Mage barked, her sudden acidity breaking my concentration. My magic evaporated. “That will drain your magic. You can’t waste your reserves on the nonessential.”
“Mage!” I argued, my hand flying out ahead of us. “This will kill a lot of people.”
“That was another sizeable horde of fledglings and Jonah was not there.” Her black eyes flashed. “I think the fledglings are already evolving. And if that’s the case, then we cannot save these people anyway,” she said, unwavering. “We must go now.”
Three more bracelets lit up, as if to emphasize her point.
With great reluctance, I followed them down the length of the train and onto the tracks, running back toward the platform where Galen and Amelie jumped off, leaving the speeding train to its destruction.
Just as we reached the platform, an explosion rattled through the tunnel. The train must’ve plowed into the one ahead. The ground shook with the magnitude of a mild earthquake. Bits of dirt and concrete rained down as the underground tunnels struggled to hold. The terrible, high-pitch screeches of metal dragged on for an eternity.
I winced at the horrific images that filled my mind.
And then I clenched my jaw at the horrific reality in front of me.
This had been a busy station with a lot of people waiting. Left behind was a platform of corpses. So many corpses, a person would have to pick a path to get out. And not a single fledgling, which seemed improbable.
“Amelie!” Caden’s deep voice echoed through the station as he hopped up onto the platform. He stood frozen. No raspy answer came. “Amelie!” Turning to me, he yelled, “Where the hell is she?” Not waiting for my answer, he darted between the bodies, inspecting their faces.
He stopped dead in his tracks, his mouth opening wide.
My insides roiled. Leaping onto the platform, I ran to join him. Maybe I could save her, maybe there was something I could do. Maybe …
I gasped with relief when I saw that it wasn’t Amelie. It wasn’t even a female.
The relief was only short-lived. As I took in Galen’s lifeless face, a gaping hole in his chest, dread slammed into me.
“Lilly!” I called out, my voice cracking.
She appeared next to me almost instantly. I turned in time to watch her childlike face crumble. “This doesn’t …,” her head shaking back and forth, “… make sense.” Kneeling beside his body, she lifted his hand and then let it go, watching it drop to the speckled tile. “A fledgling can’t kill a thousand-year-old vampire. This just …” Standing, she peered first at me and then at Mage. “This doesn’t make sense.”
A prickle of worry ignited inside me—she was right. Fledglings couldn’t do this, especially not while on the run. I didn’t care what Mage said about their evolution. They weren’t strong or smart or controlled enough to take down someone as skilled as Galen.
There was, however, one person who was.
But the only way he could claim responsibility would be by being one step ahead of us, lying in wait. I hoped I was wrong.
Because Amelie was missing.
“You need to come take a look at this,” Bishop called, his foot nudging the body of a young Asian man. I stepped around the bodies, closing the distance just as vomit shot out of the man’s mouth.
“He’s changing,” I stated, my gaze rolling over the other bodies. “Check the others.” Mortimer, Bishop, Fiona, and I inspected the litter of bodies and found five more already wearing their stomach contents; another six were convulsing. “Twelve of them are changing.”
In their killing spree, the fledglings had managed to create twelve new vampires.
“They are evolving,” Mage whispered without even a hint of “I told you so.” There was nothing to gloat about here. If those fledglings could go from mass murder to using their venom while on the run, we were in real trouble.
With a thought and flicker of my fingers, twelve individual pyres erupted on the platform floor, the smell of burning flesh curling my nostrils. I stopped on Galen, waiting until Lilly gave her silent nod. When she stepped away, I ignited him too.
He’d been a pain in the ass but he didn’t deserve this.
“Caden, have you tried calling her? Maybe she went after a stray.” I prayed that everyone else was too distracted to connect the dots.
With a shake, Caden pulled out his cell. And frowned.
“What’s wrong?”
“Evangeline. She called me. Five times.” He punched in a button and held the phone to his ear, muttering, “I was too distracted to answer.”
“She’s probably just worried.” I watched as he paced, scowling. The faint ringing on the other end went on and on and … no answer.
Sliding the phone into his pocket, he settled a hard-jawed look on me.
“Go find out,” I commanded. “Call me when you know.”
He vanished.
“And then there were six,” Mage said under her breath. I couldn’t tell if that was a warning to me, but I didn’t care. My weakness had always been and always would be Evangeline. I wouldn’t think straight until I knew she was okay.
The flashing tracking bracelets around my arm reminded me that we had to move. But to where? I was being pulled in every direction! I headed for the stairs, hoping to get a better feel when we reached street level. This place would be crawling with emergency crews soon enough anyway.
My boot hit the first step when Lilly yelled out, “Sofie!” I turned to find her staring at me, her own phone to her ears. “Forget the trackers. We need to go that way.” Her little black bob shifted smoothly as she nodded toward the tunnels.
“Why?”
Her lips pressed together. “Kait thinks she found Jonah’s horde.” By her grim expression, I knew that it wasn’t coming as good news.