Affliction (Anita Blake, Vampire Hunter) - Laurell K. Hamilton Page 0,258

unharmed.

It took a long time for the flames to die, but when they did we decapitated the corpse and took out the heart, which was mostly blackened, fleshy charcoal. We put the main body in a body bag and separate bags for the head and heart. We’d turn them to ash and then dump them in three separate bodies of running water. Yeah, it was old-school, but we were destroying the last of a very old-school power. But first, there were zombies.

I dropped the circle of power so that I could feel all of them, and it wasn’t just my zombies now, it was his, they were all mine. They waited passively for me to put them back. I turned to Truth and Wicked.

‘I need fresh blood to put them back,’ I said.

Truth dropped to his knees, my hand still in his. ‘If it is my blood you need, my lady, it is yours.’

‘I was thinking my blood,’ I said.

He looked puzzled.

‘Are you inviting us to take blood from you?’ Wicked asked.

‘Yes.’

‘Come on, Truth, you take the right side, I’ll take the left,’ Wicked said.

‘It’s been a long time since we shared like that,’ Truth said.

‘Too long,’ his brother said.

‘Left and right of what?’ I asked.

‘Your lovely neck,’ Wicked said, caressing his fingers down the side closest to him.

The thought of them both feeding at the same time tightened things low in my body and made other things wet. I promised myself we’d try this again, with more privacy and more sex, but tonight I just needed blood and power.

Truth faced front, and Wicked faced back; they kissed and licked my neck gently, teasingly, until I said, ‘Do it, please.’

‘We would like to do this in private some night,’ Truth said.

‘I’d already thought of that, so yes, but tonight, zombies,’ I said.

They both nuzzled my neck and then wrapped their arms around me and each other. I felt them tense and fought not to tense myself, because that could make it hurt without more foreplay, or more sex. I let my breath out in a long shuddering sigh and they struck together as if they’d planned it. The pain was sharp and immediate, but the moment they started to suck, it switched over from pain to pleasure and my spine tried to bow, so that they had to hold me steady or I might have torn their fangs from my throat, spasming with small mini-orgasms. I thought about them doing this with sex added and my knees buckled. They held me in their arms and drank me down.

They had to hold me so I could stand while I whispered, ‘With word, will, and blood, I bind you to your graves. Go back and walk no more.’

The zombies hesitated, and I saw that something that lurks at the edges of things pass through their eyes, and then it was gone like a shadow over the moon, and the zombies walked back to their graves and lay down on them. The graves rose back over them, semiliquid and rolling again to swallow them back. When the earth became solid again, you’d have never known the grave had been disturbed.

When every zombie I could see was tucked back in its grave, I stopped trying to be brave and let my legs collapse. Wicked and Truth lowered me to the ground and cradled me between them. I wasn’t sure if it was the blood loss or that I’d finally found out the limits of my necromancy, but I was suddenly exhausted.

Sergeant Badger came and said, ‘All the zombies have vanished, they’re back in their graves. Good job, Blake.’

I nodded and managed to say, ‘Thanks.’

Edward knelt by us, pulling the silver hood off the fire suit. He grinned at me. ‘Whose the biggest, baddest motherfucking necromancer?’

I smiled at him, and said, ‘This girl.’

‘Damn straight,’ he said.

82

Micah’s dad’s infection stopped trying to spread as soon as the Lover of Death died. The doctors couldn’t explain it, but it was as if the body and the antibiotics could fight back now. His left arm may never be the same, but they think with surgery and intensive physical therapy he should be okay. There was a minor scandal about his happy threesome lifestyle coming to light, but the actual problem is that he doesn’t live in his own township. They’ll be working that out for a while, but watching Bea, Ty, and all the kids clustering around the bed crying happy tears, I knew they’d be all right.