shook his head. "It can't kill her or it would have the moment it left the pentagram. Her death is tied to the invocation and it can't affect the invocation. All it can do is wait.
"If you stay," he told it, moving closer, "you'll be fighting every moment. We can't destroy you, but without all your power you'll have no easy time of it."
The Demon Lord watched him move, eyes narrowed.
No, Vicki realized, it isn't watching him, it's watching the grimoire.
"So what do you suggest?" it scoffed. "That I surrender? Time is all I need, and time I have in abundance."
Vicki pushed at Celluci's arm, moving him out of his protective position. "A deal.... You want... the grimoire." If only her tongue wasn't so damned thick. "Go.... Break the invocation... it's yours."
"In time, I will take the grimoire. You have no idea of how to truly use the knowledge it contains." It made no effort to hide its desire as it stared at the book of demonic lore. "There is nothing in your deal for me."
"Power freely given has more strength than that taken by force." Coreen went deep red as the two men and the Demon Lord turned to stare at her. "Well, it does. Everyone knows it."
"And power freely given is not a power often seen where you come from" Henry added, nodding slowly. The girl had brought up an important point. "It could be the makings of a major coup."
"The name... written on the... city." The demonkind had proven they were not without ambition.
"Upstart, grasping." The Demon Lord ground out a number of other words in a language that sound like a cat fight and its aspect began to slip again.
"Why wait for this world when you can have another now?" Henry prodded. "You want the grimoire. With it you can control others of your kind. Defeat your enemies... "
"Yessss."
"We give it freely if in exchange you break the invocation and return where you came from. He who called you is no more. Nothing holds you here. Why wait when you can rule?"
With an effort the Demon Lord maintained its shape.
holding out hands that were no longer quite hands. "Give it to me. I will make your bargain."
"Swear it on your name."
"I ssso sssswear."
"And that you'll never use the book against humankind," Coreen added in a rush, before Henry could move.
"It holdsss knowledge only to be usssed againssst demonkind."
Her lower lip went out. "Swear it anyway. On your name."
"I ssswear. I ssswear."
Henry took a step forward and placed the book on what remained of the Demon Lord's hands. Grimoire and Demon Lord disappeared.
Vicki stared to giggle.
Celluci looked down at her and frowned. "What?" he snapped.
"I was just... wondering... what you're going to... put in... your report."
"I saw Henry." Tony finished off the last of the gelatin and put the bowl back on the tray. "He came and told me what happened. Said I had a right to know. He's pretty cool. I think he was checking me out."
"Probably," Vicki agreed. "You know a dangerous amount about him."
Tony shrugged. "I'm no threat. Don't matter to me what time a guy gets up."
"Doesn't matter."
He grinned. "That's what I said."
The nurse's shoes squeaked softly against the floor as she came into the room. "Visiting hours are over. You can come again tomorrow."
Tony glanced from the nurse to Vicki and heaved himself to his feet. He paused in the doorway and looked back. "Save me the gelatin."
Vicki grimaced. "It's all yours," she promised.
The nurse puttered about for a few moments, rearranged the blankets, checked the IV drip and bandage that covered Vicki's left arm from hand to elbow. On her way out, she ran into Mike Celluci on his way in.
"I'm sorry." Drawing herself up to her full height, she blocked the door. "But visiting hours are over."
Celluci gently moved her aside and, as she started to bristle, flashed his badge. "Police business,' he said, and closed the door.
He shook his head at heavy purple circles under Vicki's eyes, clicked his tongue at the IV drip, bent down, kissed her, and said without straightening, "You look like shit."
"Actually, I'm feeling much better." She reached up and pushed the curl of hair back off his forehead. "Yesterday, I felt like shit. And speaking of yesterday, where were you?"
"Writing up my report." He threw himself into the chair Tony had pulled up beside the bed. "Sure, you can laugh. That's one part of police work you should be glad you're free of."
It didn't hurt as much as it used to. In time, she suspected, it would hardly hurt at all. "What did you say?"
"I told the truth." He grinned at her expression. "Okay, not all of it."
"And Norman?"
"He got away while I was trying to keep you alive. Fortunately the chief remembers you through rose colored glasses and thinks that's a sufficient excuse. There's a country wide APB out on him." He shrugged. "It won't do my arrest record any good, but the killings will stop and I figure he got what was coming to him."
Vicki wasn't sure that she agreed so she kept silent. It smacked too much of an eye for an eye. And the whole world ends up blind.
"Your new boyfriend's a little shy."
She had to grin at the tone. "I told you. He's a writer. He's used to being alone."
"Sure. And I've told you, you're a lousy liar. But I owe him for taking care of that... teenager, so I'll let it go for now."
Vicki's grin twisted. Coreen had no idea she'd finally met her vampire and that said vampire had convinced her that much of what had happened, hadn't. According to Coreen, Henry's version had left out both the lesser demon and the Demon Lord and had placed all the blame on Norman Birdwell. In a way, Norman was at last getting the recognition he craved.
She reached over with her good arm and poked him in the thigh. "That teenager, as you call her, just paid me a decent wage for that little dustup, so I'll thank you to speak of her with more respect."
Celluci grimaced. "Vicki, she's an airhead. I have no idea how he kept her quiet about, well, you know ..." He couldn't say it, that would make it too real. "... but I shuddered to think of her getting to the press. And now," he heaved himself to his feet and headed for the door. "I'll get out of here so you can get some sleep." Sleep was a long time coming. She palmed the pills they tried to give her and lay listening to the hospital grow quiet.
It was close to 1:00 when the door opened again.
"You're awake," he said softly.
She nodded, aware he could see her even if she couldn't see him.
"Were you waiting for me?"
She tried to keep her tone light. "Well, I didn't think you'd be here during regular visiting hours." She felt his weight settle on the side of the bed.
"I wasn't sure you'd want to see me."
"Why not?"
"Well, you can't exactly have pleasant memories of the time we shared."
"Not many, no." Some of the memories she found very pleasant, but Vicki wasn't sure she wanted to remind him of that just now. With four hundred and fifty years of experience, he had enough cards already.
Henry frowned, secure in the darkness. She said one thing, but her scent...
"It must have been difficult for you to get in here."
"Hospitals have few shadows," he admitted. "I had hoped I could see you after you got out... ?"
"Sure." Would he understand what she was offering? Did she? "We can have dinner."
She couldn't see him smile, but she heard the laugh then felt the cool pressure of his fingers around her hand. "Do you believe in destiny?" he asked.
"I believe in truth. I believe injustice. I believe in my friends. I believe in myself." She hadn't for a while, but now she did again. "And I believe in vampires."
His lips brushed against the skin of her wrist, and the warm touch of his breath when he spoke stood every hair on her body on end.
"Good enough."