Alaric tapped the side of his head and shook it sadly. "As many as possible. Neurons are beginning to go."He looked around. "You're not the only one here, are you?"
"Except for the janitor and the guy who ferries me back to Hokkaido, yes. It started out as a normal expedition - there were fourteen of us. But one by one, the others have died or left. I can't even re-bury the specimens - the girls - we've excavated."
"And the people who left or died from your expedition - "
"Well, at first people died. Then that and the other spooky stuff made the rest leave. They were frightened for their lives."
Alaric frowned. "Who died first?"
"Out of our expedition? Ronald Argyl . Pottery specialist. He was examining two jars that were found - Well, I'l skip that story until later. He fel off a ladder and broke his neck."
Alaric's eyebrows went up. "That was spooky?"
"From a guy like him, who's been in the business for almost twenty years - yes."
"Twenty years? Maybe a heart attack? And then off the ladder - boom."Alaric made a downward gesture.
"Maybe that's the way it was. You may be able to explain al our little mysteries for us."The chic woman with the short hair dimpled like a tomboy. She was dressed like one too, Elena realized: Levi's and a blue and white shirt with the sleeves rol ed up over a white camisole.
Alaric gave a little start, as if he'd realized he was guilty of staring. Bonnie and Elena looked at each other over his head.
"But what happened to al the people who lived on the island in the first place? The ones who built the houses?"
"Well, there never were that many of them in the first place.
I'm guessing the place may even have been named the Island of Doom before this disaster my team was investigating. But as far as I could find out it was a sort of war
- a civil war. Between the children and the adults."
This time when Bonnie and Elena looked at each other, their eyes were both wide. Just like home - Bonnie began, but Elena said, Sh. Listen.
"A civil war between kids and their parents?"Alaric repeated slowly. "Now that is spooky."
"Well, it's a process of elimination. You see, I like graves, constructed or just holes in the ground. And here, the inhabitants don't appear to have been invaded. They didn't die of famine or drought - there was stil plenty of grain in the granary. There were no signs of il ness. I've come to believe that they all killed one another - parents kil ing children; children kil ing parents."
"But how can you tel ?"
"You see this square-ish area on the periphery of the vil age?"Celia pointed to an area on a larger map than Alaric's. "That's what we cal The Field of Punished Virgins.
It's the only place that has careful y constructed actual graves, so it was made early in what became a war. Later, there was no time for coffins - or no one who cared. So far we've excavated twenty-two female children - the eldest in her late teens."
"Twenty-two girls? Al girls?"
"Al girls in this area. Boys came later, when coffins were no longer being made. They're not as well preserved, because the houses al burned or fel in, and they were exposed to weathering. The girls were careful y, sometimes elaborately, buried; but the markings on their bodies indicate that they were subjected to harsh physical punishment at some time close to their deaths. And then - they had stakes driven through their hearts."
Bonnie's fingers flew to her eyes, as if to ward off a terrible vision. Elena watched Alaric and Celia grimly.
Alaric gulped. "They were staked?"he asked uneasily.
"Yes. Now I know what you'l be thinking. But Japan doesn't have any tradition of vampires. Kitsune - foxes - are probably the closest analog."
Now Elena and Bonnie were hovering right over the map.
"And do kitsunes drink blood?"
"Just kitsune. The Japanese language has an interesting way of expressing plurals. But to answer your question: no. They are legendary tricksters, and one example of what they do is possess girls and women, and lead men to destruction - into bogs, and so on. But here - Well, you can almost read it like a book."
"You make it sound like one. But not one I'd pick up for pleasure,"Alaric said, and they both smiled bleakly.