here. Lucas is scouting it out now, but I talked to the lady next door and she gave me a spot-on description of Edward and Natasha. Says they’ve been away a lot lately, and she hasn’t seen Natasha in a few months, but Edward stops by now and then.”
“Want us to come and help search?”
“If you could. Four pairs of eyes are better than two. If Cassandra squawks, tell her she can wait at a coffee shop instead. That’ll make her pipe down. She hates to miss anything.”
I signed off and relayed Aaron’s message to Cassandra.
“So this isn’t the right house?” she said. “What a surprise.”
She headed for the car. I stayed where I was, peering through the trees at the cabin.
“Wait there,” I called back to Cassandra. “I want to check this out first.”
I headed for the cabin. Cassandra’s sigh was loud enough to be heard from the roadway but, a moment later, without so much as a whisper of long grass, she was beside me.
“The only thing you’re going to find here is Lyme disease,” she said. “That’s not a vampire’s house, Paige. It never has been. It’s too small, too far from the city—”
“Maybe that’s the point,” I said. “Immortality questers are notoriously paranoid about security. They need a place to conduct their experiments. Why not here?”
“Because it’s a dump. And it’s certainly not secure.”
“Does it hurt to look?” I said. “It’s probably five hundred square feet tops.”
Cassandra sighed, then swung in front of me and marched to the cabin.
Ask people what they fear most in life and, if they answer honestly, they’ll say “the end of it.” Death. The great question mark. Is it surprising then, that people have pursued immortality with a relentlessness that surpasses the pursuit of wealth, sex, fame, or the satisfaction of any other worldly desire?
You might think that supernaturals wouldn’t fall into this trap. After all, we know what comes next. Well, okay, we don’t know exactly. Ghosts never tell us what’s on the other side. One of the first lessons apprentice necromancers learn is “Don’t ask about the afterlife.” If they persist, eventually they’ll be unable to contact the dead at all, as if they’ve been put on a ghost-world blacklist. So we don’t know exactly what happens next, but we know this much: We go somewhere, and it’s not such a bad place to be.
Yet even if we know that a decent afterlife awaits, that doesn’t mean we’re in any hurry to get there. The world we know, the people we know, the life we know, is here on earth. Faced with death, we kick and scream as hard as anyone else. Maybe harder. The supernatural world is rife with immortality questers. Why? Perhaps because we know, by our very existence, that magical things are possible. If a person can transform into a wolf, why can’t a person live forever? Vampires live for centuries, which seems proof that semi-immortality is not a pipe dream. Then why not just become a vampire? Well, without getting too deeply into the nature of vampirism, let’s just say it’s extremely difficult, even harder than becoming a werewolf. For most supernaturals, finding the holy grail of immortality seems more feasible than becoming a vampire. And a quester needs only to look around to know that being a vampire doesn’t cure the thirst for eternal life. If anything, it sharpens it.
I always assumed that vampires were such ardent immortality questers because, having enjoyed a taste of it, they can’t help wanting the whole deal. Now, after Jaime told me she’d never heard of a necro contacting a dead vamp, I began to wonder how many vampires knew there was no proof of a vampire afterlife. I’ve never thought immortality sounded all that great, but if it was a choice between that and total annihilation, I’d take eternal life any day.
“Well,” Cassandra said, standing in the cabin doorway. “I think we can safely say there’s no secret lab in here.”
I squeezed past her. Inside, the cabin was even smaller than it had appeared, a single room no more than three hundred square feet. The door had been secured with a lock good enough to require my strongest unlock spell and there were no windows, which had raised my hopes that something of interest was hidden within. From what I saw, though, the lock was only to keep out teens looking for a party place. There was nothing here worth stealing.