vampires, do you hear! There are one thousand people in the church and we are going to scare them to death. I will lift the stone and we will rise up together, and when we do, raise your arms and make the most horrible face you can muster and cry out if you can. That will make them fall back, instead of pouncing upon us and dragging us off to prison, and then we’ll rush to the door.”
She couldn’t even stop to answer, she was already struggling, slamming the rotted boards with her heels.
I rose up, giving the marble slab a great shove with both hands, and leapt out of the vault just as I had said I would do, pulling my cloak up in a giant arc.
I landed upon the floor of the choir in a blaze of candlelight, letting out the most powerful cry I could make.
Hundreds rose to their feet before me, hundreds of mouths opening to scream.
Giving another shout, I grabbed Gabrielle’s hand and lunged towards them, leaping over the Communion rail. She gave a lovely high-pitched wail, her left hand raised as a claw as I pulled her down the aisle. Everywhere there was panic, men and women clutching for children, shrieking and falling backwards.
The heavy doors gave at once on the black sky and the gusting breeze. I threw Gabrielle ahead of me and, turning back, made the loudest shriek that I could. I bared my fangs at the writhing, screaming congregation, and unable to tell whether some pursued or merely fell towards me in panic, I reached into my pockets and showered the marble floor with gold coins.
“The devil throws money!” someone screeched.
We tore through the cemetery and across the fields.
Within seconds, we had gained the woods and I could smell the stables of a large house that lay ahead of us beyond the trees.
I stood still, bent almost double in concentration, and summoned the horses. And we ran towards them, hearing the dull thunder of their hooves against the stalls.
Bolting over the low hedge with Gabrielle beside me, I pulled the door off its hinges just as a fine gelding raced out of his broken stall, and we sprang onto his back, Gabrielle scrambling into place before me as I threw my arm around her.
I dug my heels into the animal and rode south into the woods and towards Paris.
8
I TRIED to form a plan as we approached the city, but in truth I was not sure at all how to proceed. There was no avoiding these filthy little monsters. We were riding towards a battle. And it was little different from the morning on which I’d gone out to kill the wolves, counting upon my rage and my will to carry me through.
We had scarcely entered the scattered farmhouses of Montmartre when we heard for a split second their faint murmuring. Noxious as a vapor, it seemed.
Gabrielle and I knew we had to drink at once, in order to be prepared for them.
We stopped at one of the small farms, crept through the orchard to the back door, and found inside the man and wife dozing at an empty hearth.
When it was finished, we came out of the house together and into the little kitchen garden where we stood still for a moment, looking at the pearl gray sky. No sound of the others. Only the stillness, the clarity of the fresh blood, and the threat of rain as the clouds gathered overhead.
I turned and silently bid the gelding to come to me. And gathering the reins, I turned to Gabrielle.
“I see no other way but to go into Paris,” I told her, “to face these little beasts head on. And until they show themselves and start the war all over again, there are things that I must do. I have to think about Nicki. I have to talk to Roget.”
“This isn’t the time for that mortal nonsense,” she said.
The dirt of the church sepulcher still clung to the cloth of her coat and to her blond hair, and she looked like an angel dragged in the dust.
“I won’t have them come between me and what I mean to do,” I said.
She took a deep breath.
“Do you want to lead these creatures to your beloved Monsieur Roget?” she asked.
That was too dreadful to contemplate.
The first few drops of rain were falling and I felt cold in spite of the blood. In a moment it would be raining hard.