Amelia Atwater-Rhodes - Poison Tree

SIX YEARS AGO

THERE WAS BLOOD on her hands, congealing slowly. The body in her arms was cold, its once-

vibrant cheer forever vanished from the world.

The dead girl had a thick rope around her throat, attached to a chain hooked into the wall. Sisal bonds held her wrists behind her back. If she had been able to shapeshift, that rope would have burst or blended into her form, but the innocent eleven-year-old girl who had been bound, beaten, and murdered had been human, nothing more.

I failed you. Im so sorry.

The survivor looked up at the sound of a sti ed gasp of pain; someone was moving across the room, through a pile of what she had thought were dead bodies. She couldnt summon fear, not with a corpse in her arms that had once been a little girl she had sworn to protect.

The vampire pushed himself to his hands and knees slowly, painfully. Though bones broke the bloodied surface of his skin, he still moved toward her and said, We have to get out of here.

She remembered this one now. He had spoken up against his leader and refused to help torture the human girl.

If he had been anything more fragile than a vampire, he wouldnt have survived his leaders response, but now his bones were knitting back together. She knew how that felt; as a pure-blooded shapeshifter, she healed almost as quickly. She could have survived everything they had done to Coris poor human body. But Cori Cori was just dead.

Whats your name? the vampire asked as he crawled toward her.

Sa-Sarik, she stammered, a jolt of fear going through her at last. She was harder to kill than a human, but that didnt mean she wanted anyone to try.

Im Jason, he said. Help me and I can help you. Theres another door, but I cant get there on my own like this, and I dont have time to heal before they get back.

She looked around. Once this had been a wine cellar, but now it was just dry and cold, and reeked of blood, fear, and pain. How could she abandon her sister here?

Its too late to help her, Jason said. Come on. We need to go.

There was blood on Alysias hands. Some of it was slick redwhich meant it was probably hersand some was swiftly drying, caking, and turning to dust, which meant it belonged to her prey.

Alysia didnt know exactly who this nest of vampires had pissed o , but she did know that it was someone with enough money to o er a good price. Given what she had been told about this groups behavior, Alysia might have done the job for pennies. Then again, she did have a reputation to maintainand important toys to buy. There was no need to make a charity case out of some rich vengeance-seekers problem.

Sneaking up on a creature who could hear her human heartbeat and smell her blood would normally have been tricky, but this group had spilled a great deal of blood lately, sating their hunger and dulling their senses. They were also distracted by their own concerns and were whispering among themselves about their most recent assignment, which clearly had shaken up a few of them.

Alysia waited until one had walked away from the others, and then she stepped up behind him and drove a slender steel stake hardly larger than a pencil into his back, beneath his shoulder blade. The tip found his heart unerringly. When she twisted the implement and removed it swiftly, the barbs on the tip shredded the once-vital organ and the vampire dropped without a sound.

Three down. Five to go, she thought. Eventually, they would realize she was there, but each one she took out before they did was one fewer face-to-face fight.

You!

Five on one, not the best odds, she thought, spinning toward the voice, only to discover that the vampire who had shouted was not talking to her.

Poacher, she thought indignantly. This was her job. What was worse, the jerk who had cut in was obviously an Onyx boy: brash, bold, with no concept of stealth. The black crossbow he had slung over his shoulder was an Onyx trademark; that guild tended to favor long-

distance weapons and rarely jumped into an up-close fight when they could avoid it.

As one of the vampires noticed her and cut into her path, though, she decided she was magnanimous enough to share. Let this Onyx newcomer distract some of them while she picked the others off, one by one.

There was blood on the girls hands and face, but that didnt seem to distract her as she crept up behind the vampire Christian had been ghting and, with one swift backstab, took the creature down.

Thanks, Christian said, the only word they exchanged as they instinctively moved back to back. They didnt know each other, but they knew their common enemy.

The girl obviously favored stealth, but she held her own as the three last vampires surrounded them. Christian fought with a long dagger in his right hand; the girl he had stumbled across fought with two weapons: in her left hand, a stiletto, and in her right, a steel stake with rings near the end that served as brass knuckles. He and the girl each dispatched one target, then turned together toward the last.

The vampire put his back to the wall, trying to keep them both in sight, but he didnt ee. He had to know running was his only chance of survival when faced with two Bruja mercenaries, but his fear of his employer apparently outweighed his instinct for self-

preservation.

Behind his impromptu partner, Christian noticed a blood-slicked pair making their way quietly across the back of the room. The girl was letting the guy lean on her. She wasnt his prisoner, and more importantly, they were both obviously too injured to ght even if they hadnt been trying to sneak away.

Christian almost called out to them but then decided to let the battered and bruised runaways limp to freedom thinking they had never been spotted. If they spared a backward glance, it was only after he had returned his attention to his fight.