"We'll have to have a witch look at this. I don't know enough about it," I said.
Dorrie nodded. "I understand. The sooner the better."
"Rawhead and Bloody Bones did not do those killings," Magnus said.
"For your sake, Magnus, I hope not," I said.
"What do you mean?"
"Because five people have died. Five people who didn't do a damn thing to deserve it."
"It's imprisoned by a combination of Indian, Christian, and fairie power," he said. "It's not breaking free of that."
I walked around the mound slowly. The fleshy flowers still moved out of the way. I'd tried watching my feet, but it was dizzying, because the flowers moved yet didn't, like trying to watch one of them bloom. You knew it did, but you could never watch the actual event.
I ignored the flowers and concentrated on the mound. I wasn't trying to sense the dead, so daylight was fine. There was magic here, lots of it. I'd never felt fairie magic before. There was something here that had a familiar taste to it, and it wasn't the Christianity. "Some kind of death magic went into this," I said. I walked around the mound until I could see Magnus's face. "A little human sacrifice, perhaps?"
"Not exactly," Magnus said.
"We would never condone human sacrifice," Dorrie said.
Maybe she wouldn't, but I wasn't so sure about Magnus. I didn't say it out loud. Dorrie was upset enough already.
"If it's not sacrifice, then what is it?"
"Three hills are buried with our dead. Each death is like a stake to hold old Bloody Bones down," Magnus said.
"How did you lose track of which hills belonged to you?" I asked.
"It's been over three hundred years," Magnus said. "There were no deeds back then. I wasn't a hundred percent sure the hill was the right hill myself. But when they raked up the dead, I felt it." He huddled in on himself as if the air had suddenly grown colder. "You can't raise the dead from that hillside. If you do it, then Bloody Bones will be loosed. The magic to stop it is complicated. Truthfully, I'm not sure I'm up to it myself. And I don't know any Indian shamans anymore."
"You have made a mockery of everything we stand for," Dorrie said.
"What did Serephina offer you?" I asked.
He looked at me, surprised. "What are you talking about?"
"She offers everyone their heart's desire. What was yours, Magnus?"
"Freedom and power. She said she'd find another guardian for Rawhead and Bloody Bones. She said she'd find a way for me to keep the power I'd borrowed from it without having to tend it."
"And you believed her?"
He shook his head. "I'm the only person in the family who has the power. We are the guardians forever as penance for stealing it, for letting it kill." He collapsed to his knees in the blue, blue flowers, his head bowed, hair spilling forward to hide his face. "I'll never be free."
"You don't deserve to be free," Dorrie said.
"Why did Serephina want you so badly?" I asked.
"She's afraid of death. She says drinking from something as long-lived as I am helps her keep death at bay."
"She's a vampire," Larry protested.
"But not immortal," I said.
Magnus looked up, strange aquamarine eyes glimmering out through his shining hair. Maybe it was the hair, or the eyes, or his being nearly covered in the strange moving, not moving flowers, but he didn't look very human.
"She fears death," he said. "She fears you." His voice was low and echoing.
"She nearly cleaned my clock last night. Why's she afraid of me?"
"You brought death among us last night."
"It can't be the first time," I said.
"She came to me for my long life, my immortal blood. Perhaps she will go to you next. Perhaps instead of running from death, she will embrace it."
The skin on my arms twitched, marching in gooseflesh up to my elbows. "She tell you that last night?"
"There is a power involved, hurting her old enemy Jean-Claude, but in the end, Anita, she wonders if your power would make the difference. If she drank you up, would she be immortal? Would you be able to keep death from her with your necromancy?"
"You could leave town," Larry said. I wasn't sure which of us he was speaking to.
I shook my head. "Master vampires don't give up that easy. I'll tell Stirling that I won't be raising his dead, Magnus. No one else can do it but me, so it won't get done."