Vishous's eyes narrowed. "There may be another way."
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"Another... V, buddy, a set of plastic fangs ain't going to make this better."
"Do you trust me?" When there was only silence, V repeated, "Butch, do you trust me?"
"Yeah."
"Then give me an hour, cop. Let me see what I can do."
Chapter Twenty-nine
Time dragged and Butch prowled around the Pit while waiting for V to get back. Finally, unable to shake the Scotch haze and still dizzy as shit, he went in and lay down on his bed. As he closed his eyes, it was more to dim the light than with any hope of sleep.
Surrounded by a dense quiet, he thought about his sister Joyce and that new baby of hers. He knew where the baptism had been held today: Same place he'd been dipped. Same place all the O'Neals had been dipped.
Original sin washed away.
He put his hand on his stomach, on that black scar, and thought that evil had certainly come back for him, hadn't it. Ended up right inside of him.
Palming his cross, he fisted the gold until it cut into his skin, and decided he needed to go back to church.
Regularly.
He was still gripping the crucifix when exhaustion took him by stealth, leaching his thoughts away, replacing them with a nothingness he would have been relieved by if he'd been conscious.
Sometime later, he woke up and glanced at the clock. He'd slept for two hours straight, and now he was in the hangover phase of things, his head one big, dull ache, his eyes supersensitive to the light coming in under the door. He rolled over and stretched, his spine cracking.
An eerie moan drifted down the hall.
"V?" he said.
Another moan.
"You okay there, V?"
From out of nowhere, there was a crashing noise, like something heavy had been dropped. Then choking sounds, the kind you made when you were too hurt to cry out and scared to death. Butch sprang off his bed and ran into the living room.
"Jesus Christ!"
Vishous had thrown himself off the couch and landed face-first on the coffee table, scattering bottles and Page 203
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glasses. As he flailed around, his eyes were squeezed shut and his mouth gaped with screams unvoiced.
"Vishous! Wake up!" Butch grabbed on to those heavy arms, only to realize V had taken his glove off: That god-awful hand of his was glowing like the sun, burning holes in the wood of the table and the leather of the couch.
"Fuck!" Butch leaped out of the strike zone as he nearly got swiped.
All he could do was call out Vishous's name as the brother struggled in the grip of whatever monster held him.
Finally, something got through. Maybe the sound of Butch's voice. Maybe V knocked himself around hard enough to wake himself up.
As Vishous opened his eyes, he was panting and shivering, covered with fear sweat.
"My man?" When Butch knelt down and touched his friend on the shoulder, V shrank back, cowering. Which was the scariest part. "Hey... easy, you're home. You're safe."
V's stare, usually so cool and calm, was glassy. "Butch... oh, my God. Butch... the death. The death... The blood down the front of my shirt. A shirt of mine..."
"Okay, just go easy. We're going to cool out here, big guy." Butch clamped a hand under V's right armpit and hoisted the brother back on the couch. Poor bastard flopped against the leather cushions like a rag doll. "Let's get you a drink."
Butch headed for the galley kitchen, picked up a fairly clean glass off the counter, and rinsed it out. He filled the thing with cold water, even though V would no doubt rather it be Goose.
When he came back, Vishous was lighting up a cigarette with hands that were like flags in the wind.
As V took the glass, Butch said, "You want something stronger?"
"Nah. This is good. Thanks, man."
Butch sat down on the other end of the sofa. "V, I think it's time we did something about this nightmare thing."
"Not going there." V inhaled deeply and let out a steady stream of smoke from his lips. "Besides, I've got good news. Kind of."
Butch would rather have stayed on the V dreamland shit, but that was clearly not happening. "So talk. And you should have woken me up as soon as you-"
"Tried. You were out cold. Anyway..." Another exhale. This one more normal. "You know I've looked into your past, right?"