The Dark-Hunters, page 121
Astrid’s head spun. How could this be?
“You’re sure it was Thanatos?”
“That’s what he said and after the way he tore through us Hunters, I tend to believe him.”
Astrid felt ill at the news. This couldn’t be happening.
Why would Artemis breach their agreement?
She knew Artemis had been anxious for a verdict, but still …
“You’ve got to get me back. Zarek can’t kill him. None of you can.”
“What do you mean?”
“Only Acheron has the power to kill Thanatos. Only Acheron. None of you stand a chance against him.”
Sundown cursed. “All right. Hold tight and I pray God you’re wrong, lady.”
Astrid felt Sasha stirring as Jess turned the car around in a move that reminded her of a carnival ride.
“Shhh, Sasha,” she said, reaching down to touch and soothe him.
“Where are we? What happened?”
She felt him shifting slightly to look up at Sundown. He let out a low growl.
“And who the hell is this refugee from A Fistful of Dollars?”
“He’s a friend. So be nice.”
“Nice? Fine. I won’t bite him. Just yet.” Sasha settled back a bit. “Why am I in a truck? How did I get here? And why does my head feel like it’s about to explode?”
“I drugged you.”
She had a distinct feeling Sasha had his eyes narrowed at her and his teeth bared. “You what?”
She flinched at the anger in his voice. “I had no choice. But yell at me later. We have a problem right now.”
“And that is?”
“Thanatos is loose. And he’s already after Zarek.”
“Good, the Dayslayer has taste.”
“Sasha!”
“I can’t help it. You know I don’t like the psycho-beast.”
Sighing, she buried her hand in Sasha’s fur and used his eyes as her own. He climbed into her lap so that he could look out the window for her.
After a few miles, she recognized the scenery as they neared her cabin.
But what scared her was the sight of a huge fire off in the distance.
Sundown cursed and accelerated.
As they came closer, she saw her cabin burning. There was a lone shadow in front of it, but she couldn’t tell if it was Zarek or Thanatos.
Terrified, she held her breath, hoping it was Zarek who was still alive.
It wasn’t until Sundown pulled to a stop that she could tell for sure.
She went weak with relief. It was Zarek silhouetted by the fire. Letting go of Sasha, she opened the door and ran toward where she had seen him.
Astrid had no idea how he had survived Thanatos or where the Executioner was. All that mattered was getting to Zarek.
She wanted to touch him, to make sure he wasn’t hurt.
Halfway there, a fearful, masculine scream rent the air.
Astrid slid to a stop as she tried to pinpoint where it came from.
She heard the snow crunching to the side of her and she assumed that was Sundown, heading for Zarek. Sasha came up from behind and nosed her hand with his muzzle.
It didn’t seem to have come from any of them.
Then all of a sudden, an explosion sounded.
She dropped to her knees and used Sasha to see what was happening.
Her house had blown apart. Fire and debris shot high into the air, blending ominously with the aurora borealis.
Out of the midst of the fiery remains came Thanatos. Unmarred and undamaged.
Not even his hair was singed.
It was a horrifying sight.
Zarek cursed. “Don’t you ever die?”
Thanatos didn’t answer. Instead, he moved to slug Zarek who ducked the blow and delivered a staggering one back.
Sundown moved toward her. “I’ve got to get you—”
She took off running before Sundown could finish the sentence.
“Sasha,” she called. “Attack.”
“Like hell!” Sasha snapped. “I may be your guardian but that is Artemis’s pet. I can’t kill it. I’ll be lucky to even faze him. And you know what people do to injured wolves … They shoot them.”
Astrid panicked. She couldn’t see. She could only hear the grunts of the men fighting, the sound of flesh striking flesh.
Someone grabbed her and threw her to the ground, then covered her body with theirs.
She screamed.
“Stop it!” Zarek snapped.
He rolled with her, then pulled her up and pushed her forward.
“What’s going on?” she asked as he kept moving her forward.
“Not much,” he said in a bored yet breathless tone. “Some invincible asshole is trying to kill me. And you’re not supposed to be here.” He let go of her. “Get her out of here, Jess.”
“I can’t.”
Zarek curled his lip. Had he been able to afford the drain to his powers, he would have slugged Jess for that.
Instead, all he could do was whirl around to face Thanatos who was stalking him relentlessly.
“What’s the matter, Zarek? You afraid to die?”
He snorted as he pushed Astrid toward Jess. “Dying’s easy. It’s living that’s hard.”
Thanatos paused as if the words caught him off guard.
It gave Zarek just what he needed. Pulling the Daimon dagger from its concealed sheath inside his boot, he rushed forward and embedded it in Thanatos’s chest where a stain that looked like an ink blot should have been. Normally the strike would release the human souls trapped inside a Daimon’s body. The force of their exit was usually enough to blow the Daimon apart, causing instant decomposition.
This time, it didn’t work.
Thanatos pulled the dagger out and reached for him. “I’m not a Daimon, Dark-Hunter. Don’t you remember? I was an Apollite until I met you.”
Zarek frowned.
Thanatos grabbed him by his collar and held him tight. “Do you remember my wife you killed? My village you destroyed?”
Memories flashed through his mind. Zarek saw nothing but his own village.
No, wait. He remembered something …
A flash of an invincible Daimon, but not the man he faced.
This one had red, glowing eyes.
No, that had been someone else.
His thoughts turned to New Orleans.
To …
Why couldn’t he remember?
He recalled Sunshine Runningwolf in the warehouse room with him as he told Dionysus and Camulus to shove their orders up their sphincter, and then the next thing he remembered was leaving Acheron on the crowded street.
A flash of lightning went through his head.
He saw something …
Was it Acheron?
Was it himself he saw?
Zarek struggled to put the memories straight.
Ah, screw it. The only memory he needed was this one.
He kneed Thanatos in the groin.
The Daimon doubled over.
“Dead or alive, the balls still hurt when kicked, huh?”
The Daimon hissed and cursed in response.
Zarek slammed his combined fists down across Thanatos’s back. “If anyone has any suggestion on how to kill this guy, I’m open to it.”
Jess shook his head. “I’m out of dynamite. You got any grenades?”
“Not on me.”
Thanatos righted himself. “Say die, Dark-Hunter.”
“Fine. Die, why don’t you?” Zarek lowered his head and charged him. They locked arms and hit the ground.
Thanatos rose up from him and ripped open his shirt. From the way he moved his hands, Zarek could tell he was looking for the bow-and-arrow mark Jess had mentioned.
“Surprise, dickhead, Mama forgot to tell you a few things about me.”
In the distance, Zarek heard the approach of an engine. He heard its drone over the sound of Jess urging Astrid to leave and Astrid’s refusal while Sasha barked and pushed at her.
Suddenly, a snowmachine came flying up at the same time Zarek broke from Thanatos.
“Duck!”
Zarek didn’t recognize the voice, and ordinarily, he wouldn’t have obeyed, but what the hell? He was tired of getting his butt kicked by this Daimon.
He hit the ground and rolled out of the way while the dark green snowmachine flew over him. The man on it was dressed all in black with a black helmet. The newcomer skidded to a stop and pulled out a gun.
A bright flash of light cut through the darkness. The flare hit Thanatos in the center of his chest and knocked the Daimon flying.
Thanatos roared. “How dare you betray me! You’re one of us.”
The man slung a long leg over the snowmachine and reloaded his flare gun as he headed over to where Zarek was still lying on the ground.
“Yeah,” he said bitterly. “You should have thought of that before you took out Bjorn.” The newcomer fired his gun and knocked Thanatos back. “He was the only one of them I could ever stand.”
The stranger reached down and helped Zarek to his feet. He pulled his helmet off and gave it to Zarek. “Get the woman and get out. Hurry.”
The minute Zarek met the stranger’s eyes, he knew him.
This was the only Dark-Hunter he’d ever known who was even more hated than he was. “Spawn?”
The blond Apollite Dark-Hunter nodded. “Go,” he said, reloading. “I’m the only one who can hold him off, but I can’t kill him. For Apollo’s sake, someone get a hold of Acheron and tell him the Dayslayer is out.”
Zarek ran for Astrid.
“No!” Thanatos roared.
Zarek saw the blast before it left Thanatos’s hand. Acting on instinct, he cut back toward Spawn. The blast missed him, but hit Astrid’s wolf.
The animal yelped, then changed from wolf to man, back to wolf.
Zarek drew up short as he realized Astrid’s pet was a Katagari Were-Hunter.
Now why would a blind woman with a Katagari companion take in a rogue Dark-Hunter?
“Sasha?” Astrid called.
Jess ran to the Katagari to keep him covered while Zarek went to Astrid.
“Your were-buddy got zapped, princess.”
Fear lined her brow. “Is he okay?”
He picked her up, and brought her over to Jess, then cursed as he realized Jess couldn’t get both her and the wolf to safety. After an energy blast, the Katagaria tended to flash in and out of their forms for a while.
Jess struggled to get the wolf-man to the safety of his Bronco. As soon as he could, Jess left.
Zarek put the helmet on Astrid’s head. “Looks like it’s just you and me, princess. No doubt you’re going to wish I’d left you here with the Daimon.”
Astrid hesitated at the anger and hatred she heard in Zarek’s tone of voice. “I trust you, Zarek.”
“Then you’re a fool.”
He took her arm and led her away so she couldn’t hear Spawn and Thanatos.
Roughly, he helped her onto a snowmachine.
She expected him to lead her away from the sound of fighting. Instead, they headed toward it.
She covered her face instinctively as something crashed close to them.
“Get on,” Zarek snapped. “Hurry.”
She felt the seat dip, then they were rushing away from all the noise. Astrid’s heart pounded as she waited for something else to happen.
After what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, Zarek stopped the snowmachine.
Again she felt motion on the seat as someone got off. Since Zarek’s arms were still around her, she assumed it must be Spawn.
“Thanks,” Spawn said. “I never expected Zarek of Moesia to come to my rescue.”
“Ditto, Spawn. Since when do Daimons fight their own kind?”
Spawn’s voice dripped with venom. “I was never a Daimon, Roman.”
“And I was never a fucking Roman.”
Spawn gave a short, bitter laugh. “Truce, then?”
She felt Zarek shift behind her.
“Truce.” Zarek seemed to turn around and look in the direction they had come from. “You have any idea what that thing after me is?”
“Think Terminator. The only difference is that he has the sanction of Artemis.”
“What do you mean?”
“My people have a legend of the Dayslayer. It says that Artemis chose one of our own to be her personal guard. More beloved than any of her people, the Dayslayer has no known vulnerability. Once he’s unleashed, his goal is to destroy Dark-Hunters.”
“So you’re telling me he’s the Bogeyman?”
“You doubt me?”
“No. Not after what I’ve seen.”
She heard Spawn let out a long breath. “I heard that Artemis had called out a blood hunt for you. I figured it would be Acheron who killed you.”
“Yeah, well, trust me, I’m not executed yet. It’ll take more than that thing to expire me.” Zarek paused. “Just out of curiosity, what are all of you doing up here anyway? Did Acheron call for a reunion and not invite me?”
“Bjorn came because he was chasing a group of Daimons. I came because I felt the Summoning.”
“The Summoning?” Astrid asked. In all honesty, she knew very little about the Apollites and Daimons. That was the domain of Apollo and Artemis.
“It’s like a homing beacon,” Spawn explained, “and it’s irresistible to anyone with Apollite blood. I can feel Thanatos even now calling out to me. I think the only reason I can resist it is because I’m a Dark-Hunter. If I weren’t … Let’s just say you’re in for one hell of a scary time.”
Zarek snorted. “Doubtful. So how do I kill him?”
“You don’t. Artemis made him so that he could track and kill us. He has no known vulnerability. Not even daylight. Worse, he will destroy anyone who tries to shelter you.”
Shelter you …
Again, Zarek’s mind flashed to his village.
To the old woman who’d died in his arms …
What was his brain trying to tell him?
“Has Thanatos ever come after me before?” he asked Spawn.
Spawn scoffed. “You’re still living so obviously the answer is no.”
Still …
Zarek got off the snowmachine. “Here, take Astrid and—”
“Did you not hear me, Zarek? I can’t take her. Thanatos will kill her for sheltering you. She’s dead if you leave her.”
“She’s dead if she stays with me.”
“We all got problems and she happens to be yours. Not mine.”
Astrid had the distinct feeling Zarek was flipping Spawn off.
“Not on your best day, Greek,” Spawn said, confirming her suspicion.
Zarek sat back down on the snowmachine.
“Hey, Zarek?” Spawn asked. “Do you have a cell phone with you?”
“No, it went down with her house.”
She heard Spawn’s footsteps crunching in the snow as he returned to them. “Take this and call Acheron when you’re safe. Maybe he can help you with the woman.”
“Thanks.” The word was more inflected with belligerence than gratitude. “But what are you going to do without a phone or the snowmachine?”
“Freeze my ass off.” There was a small pause. “Don’t worry about me. I assure you, I’ll be fine.”
Zarek’s arms surrounded her again. She heard him turn the snowmachine back on.
“Where are we going?” she asked him.
“Up Shit Creek sans the paddles.”
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“Well,” Astrid said, her tone every bit as sarcastic as his, “I hope you have a map. I’ve never been there before.”
“Trust me, I know it like the back of my hand. Been living there most of my life.”
Unsure if she should laugh or groan, Astrid held fast to the tank before her as Zarek pushed the snowmachine to the limits. It vibrated so badly that she half-expected it to disintegrate underneath them.
“Cap’n,” she said in her best Scotty accent. “I don’t think she’ll hold. The warp engines can’t take any more. It’s going to blow apart.”
If she didn’t know better, she’d swear she actually heard a rumble of laughter from Zarek.
“She’ll hold,” he said, his deep, penetrating voice in her right ear. It gave her chills that had nothing to do with the freezing temperature.
“I think I may be grateful for my blindness, after all,” she said. “Something tells me that if I could see the reckless speed you’re driving at, I would probably have a stroke.”
“No doubt.”
She rolled her eyes at his ready agreement. “You have no idea how to comfort anyone, do you?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, princess, social skills aren’t my forte. Hell, you’re lucky I’m housebroke.”
Oh, he was an evil one.
But there was something almost charming about his caustic retorts. They were angry and biting, but seldom mean-spirited, and now that she had seen the real Zarek, the one he kept hidden from everyone, she knew those barbs for what they were.
Armor.
They were sent out to keep everyone away from him. If you let no one into your heart, then you never had to be hurt by betrayal.
She didn’t know how he stood living like that. In constant pain and loneliness. Letting hatred guide everything he did or said.
Zarek was a harsh man filled with more venom than the nine-headed Hydra. But even the Hydra had eventually met its match.
Tonight, Zarek had met his and it wasn’t Thanatos.
Astrid wasn’t going to give up on him.
They rode until her ears buzzed and her body was cold all the way to her bones. She wondered if she’d ever again be able to thaw out.
Zarek, who seemed oblivious to the freezing weather, continually zigzagged their course, as if trying to keep Thanatos from following them.
Just when she was sure that the concept that immortals couldn’t die of frostbite was a myth, Zarek finally stopped.
He turned off the engine.
The sudden silence was deafening. Oppressive.
She waited for Zarek to get up and help her off the snowmachine, but all he did was tug the helmet off her head. He pitched it away with a curse.
She heard it hit the ground, then silence returned and was broken only by their breathing.
Zarek’s rage reached out to her like a tangible menace. It was vibrant and frightening.
