He smiled at that, and the smile was still lovely, but the blood at the corner of his mouth ruined the effect. "I had to tie myself to the beastie. I had to give him some of my mortality in order to get his blood."
"The spell isn't meant to help you gather blood," I said. "It's to help the fairies kill each other."
"If it got some of your mortality, did you get some of its immortality?" Larry asked. It was a good question.
"Yes," Magnus said, "but that wasn't why I did it."
"You did it for power, you son of a bitch," Dorrie said. She came down the mound, sliding in the strange flowers. "You just had to do real glamor, real magic. My God, Magnus, you must have been drinking its blood for years, ever since you were a teenager. That's when your powers suddenly got so strong. We all thought it was puberty."
"Afraid not, sister dear."
She spit at him. "Our family was cursed, tied to this land forever in repentance for doing what you have done. Bloody Bones broke free last time someone tried to drink from his veins."
"It's been safely imprisoned for ten years, Dorrie."
"How do you know? How do you know that nebulous thing you called up hasn't been out scaring children?"
"As long as it doesn't hurt any of them, what's the harm?"
"Wait a minute," said Larry. "Why would it scare children?"
"I told you, it's a nursery boggle. It was supposed to eat bad children," I said. I had an idea, an awful idea. I'd seen a vampire use a sword, but was I absolutely sure of what I'd seen? No. "When the thing got out and started slaughtering the Indian tribe, did it use a weapon, or its hands?"
Dorrie looked at me. "I don't know. Does it matter?"
Larry said, "Oh, my God."
"It might matter a great deal," I said.
"You can't mean those killings," Magnus said. "Bloody Bones cannot manifest itself physically. I've seen to that."
"Are you sure, brother dear? Are you absolutely sure?" Dorrie's voice cut and sliced; she wielded scorn like a weapon.
"Yes, I'm sure."
"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.