"Nice way to talk to your rescuers," Hannah said. She was nervous, Claire could see it, though the woman controlled it very well. "G?rard? I don't like this. It's too easy."
"I know." He crouched down and looked at the chains. "Silver coated. I can't break them."
"What about the bolts in the floor?" Claire asked. In answer, G?rard grabbed the edge of the metal plate and twisted. The steel bent like aluminum foil, and, with a ripping shriek, tore free of the stones. Myrnin wavered as part of his restraints fell loose, and G?rard waved his partner to work on the other two plates while he focused on the second in front.
"Too easy, too easy," Hannah kept on muttering. "What's the point of doing this if Bishop is just going to let him go?"
The eyebolts were all ripped loose, and G?rard grabbed Myrnin's arm and helped him to his feet.
Myrnin's eyes sheeted over with blazing ruby, and he shook G?rard off and went straight for Hannah.
Hannah saw him coming and put the gun between them, but before she could fire, G?rard's partner knocked her hand out of line, and the shot went wild, impacting on the stone at the other side of the room. Silver flakes drifted on the air, igniting tiny burns where they landed on the vampires' skin. The two bodyguards backed off.
Myrnin grabbed Hannah by the neck.
"No!" Claire screamed, and ducked under G?rard's restraining hand. She raised her wooden stake.
Myrnin turned his head and grinned at her with wicked vampire fangs flashing.
"I thought you were here to save me, Claire, not kill me," he purred, and whipped back toward his prey. Hannah was fumbling with her gun, trying to get it back into position. He stripped it away from her with contemptuous ease.
"I am here to save you," Claire said, and before she could think what she was doing, she buried the stake in Myrnin's back, on the left side, right where she thought his heart would be.
He made a surprised sound, like a cough, and pitched forward into Hannah. His hand slid away from her throat, clutching blindly at her clothes, and then he fell limply to the floor.
Dead, apparently.
G?rard and his partner looked at Claire as if they'd never seen her before, and then G?rard roared, "What do you think you're--"
"Pick him up," Claire said. "We can take the stake out later. He's old. He'll survive."
That sounded cold, and scary, and she hoped it was true. Amelie had survived, after all, and she knew Myrnin was as old, or maybe even older. From the look he gave her, G?rard was reassessing everything he'd thought about the cute, fragile little human he'd been nursemaiding. Too bad. Claire thought one of her strengths was that everybody always underestimated her.
She was cool on the outside, shaking on the inside, because although it was the only way to keep Myrnin calm right now without tranquilizers, or without letting him rip Hannah's throat out, she'd just killed her boss.
That didn't seem like a really good career move.
Amelie will help, she thought a bit desperately, and G?rard slung Myrnin over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, and then they were running, moving fast again back down the hall to where Amelie had stayed to secure their escape.
G?rard came to a fast halt, and Hannah and Claire almost skidded into him. "What?" Hannah whispered, and looked past the two vampires in the lead.
Amelie was at the corner ahead of them, but ten feet past her was Mr. Bishop.
They were standing motionless, facing each other. Amelie looked fragile and delicate, compared to her father in his bishop's robes. He looked ancient and angry, and the fire in his eyes was like something out of the story of Joan of Arc.
Neither of them moved. There was some struggle going on, but Claire couldn't tell what it was, or what it meant.
G?rard reached out and grabbed her arm, and Hannah's, and held them in place. "No," he said sharply. "Don't go near them."
"Problem, sir, that's the way out," Hannah said. "And the dude's alone."
G?rard and the Texan sent her a wild look, almost identical in their disbelief. "You think so?" the Texan said. "Humans."
Amelie took a step backward, just a small one, but a shudder went through her body, and Claire knew--just knew-- it was a bad sign. Really bad.
Whatever confrontation had been going on, it broke.
Amelie whirled to them and screamed, "Go!" There was fury and fear in her voice, and G?rard let go of both girls and dumped Myrnin off his shoulder, into their arms, and he and the Texan pelted not for the exit, but to Amelie's side.
They got there just in time to stop Bishop from ripping out her throat. They slammed the old man up against the wall, but then there were others coming out into the hall. Bishop's troops, Claire guessed.
There were a lot of them.
Amelie intercepted the first of Bishop's vampires to run in her direction. Claire recognized him, vaguely--one of the Morganville vamps, but he'd obviously switched sides, and he came for Amelie, fangs out.
She put him down on the floor with one twisting move, fast as a snake, and looked back at Hannah and Claire, with Myrnin's body sagging between them. "Get him out!" she shouted. "I'll hold the way!"
"Come on," Hannah said, and shouldered the bulk of Myrnin's limp weight. "We're leaving."
Myrnin felt cold and heavy, like the dead man he was, and Claire swallowed a surge of nausea as she struggled to support his limp weight. Claire gritted her teeth and helped Hannah half carry, half drag Myrnin's staked body down the corridor. Behind them, the sounds of fighting continued--mainly bodies hitting the floor. No screaming, no shouting.
Vampires fought in silence.
"Right," Hannah gasped. "We're on our own."
That really wasn't good news--two humans stuck God knew where, with a crazy vampire with a stake in his heart in the middle of a war zone.
"Let's get back to the door," Claire said.
"How are we going to get through it?"
"I can do it."
Hannah threw her a look. "You?"
It was no time to get annoyed; hadn't she just been thinking that being underestimated was a gift? Yeah, not so much, sometimes. "Yes, really. I can do it. But we'd better hurry." The odds weren't in Amelie's favor. She might be able to hang on and cover their retreat, but Claire didn't think she could win.
She and Hannah dragged Myrnin past the symbolmarked doorways. Hannah counted off, and nodded to the one where they'd entered.
Not too surprisingly, it was marked with the Founder's Symbol, the same one Claire wore on the bracelet on her wrist.
Hannah tried to open it. "Dammit! Locked."