Hunting Memories

Chapter 9

The following night, Eleisha sat at the kitchen table watching Wade as he got the water boiling and then scrambled a few eggs. Philip was in the shower, and Rose was packing-although Eleisha suspected she was so anxious over the impending journey that she just needed some time alone in her room. So far, Seamus had not appeared tonight.

"What time does our train leave?" Wade asked, placing a tea bag into a mug.

"Just past midnight, from Jack London Square."

"Did you tell Philip not to hog all the hot water?" he asked, bringing her some tea.

She looked up at him, and he stopped with the mug in midair.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Why do you think Philip is being so cavalier about Robert now, and he's so hostile about Rose? You'd think it would be the other way around."

Wade dropped into the chair beside her. "Because neither one of us seems to like Robert."

"What?"

"Think about it. You threatened Philip back in Seattle. You told him you wouldn't forgive him if he stopped you from finding Rose. Then you got me interested in helping her, too. You exchanged letters with her, and you want her company. He sees Rose as a threat to your time and affection-maybe even to mine."

Eleisha blinked. "No, even Philip isn't that self-involved."

Wade pursed his mouth at her as if she'd said something stupid, and he stood back up to get his eggs.

Out in the sitting room, she heard a soft knock on the front door, and she tensed. That would be Robert.

"I'll get it," Rose called from her room.

Wade scooped his eggs from the pan onto a paper plate, and he sat down beside Eleisha with his own tea. Voices carried from the sitting room, and then Eleisha looked over to see Robert standing in the archway. He was quite possibly the most physically intimidating person she'd ever met, and she didn't know why. He wasn't even as tall as Philip.

Maybe it was his eyes.

He carried over one shoulder a narrow nylon bag that stretched down to his thigh, and he was looking around the kitchen at the bright pots of herbs and the teakettle and egg pan on the stove. Then his gaze moved to Eleisha and Wade sitting at the table.

"Is there more tea?" he asked.

That was the first moment Eleisha felt any kind of connection to him. She remembered waking up after her first night here and how wonderfully comfortable it had been to just sit in a kitchen and drink tea with other people. How long since he'd enjoyed such a simple pleasure?

"Yes," she said, getting up. "Come and sit. Wade, you finish your eggs."

She made Robert a cup of tea and brought it to him, deciding not beat about the bush, as they didn't have a great deal of time. "We've decided to leave tonight. I reserved two adjoining cabins on an Amtrak," she said.

"So soon?" he asked.

"There's no reason to stay, and I should start making arrangements to purchase the church. I can give you our address in Portland if you need to think this over and perhaps join us later, or you can come with us tonight."

"Tonight? I don't have a ticket."

"I bought one for you last night when I booked ours."

He stood up, ignoring his tea, seeming uncomfortable. "You bought me a train ticket on one night's notice? How much did that cost?"

"Cost?" She shook her head. "I'm not sure. I won't pay the Visa bill until the end of the month."

"It's all right, Robert," Wade cut in. "Eleisha doesn't… she doesn't need to worry about money. It's fine."

Maybe Robert liked to pay his own way?

Philip walked into the kitchen wearing nothing but his Calvin Klein jeans and rubbing his wet hair with a towel. He half turned to grab a mug out of the cupboard, exposing the white cigar burns on his shoulders.

At the sight of him like this, Robert froze, as if recognizing him for the first time, and the tension meter in the room suddenly shot up.

"What?" Wade asked in alarm, looking at Robert.

Philip stopped rubbing his hair and took the towel away, glancing down at himself, and then he locked eyes with Robert, but with some kind of intense realization dawning on his face until Eleisha wondered if the two of them were sharing a memory.

"Eleisha," Philip said slowly, putting the empty mug down. "You'd better take your shower while I get us packed."

She hurried over to him, still not sure what was wrong. "Of course. Can I borrow a sweater? I didn't bring enough clothes."

"Sure."

He backed out of the kitchen and then turned around. Eleisha followed him to the guest room.

"What was that about?" she whispered.

"Nothing." He turned away. "Go take your shower."

She never pushed him when he got like this, so she gathered up some clothes to wear, not paying much attention to what she grabbed.

Considering his mood, this was hardly the most opportune moment, but she wanted to speak to him before they left.

"Philip," she said to his back, "Rose is afraid of traveling, and I want you to look out for her, be kind to her, protect her like you do for me and Wade."

He glanced over his shoulder, and she could see his expression darkening. This would be so much easier if she could just use her gift, but he'd feel it, and afterward, he'd blame her.

"Rose is like Robert," she said quickly, "just someone we're trying to help. She'll never be the kind of friend that Wade is to us, and she will never be what you are to me."

The anger in his profile vanished, but he didn't answer.

"Be kind to her," she repeated, hurrying out toward the bathroom.

But she stopped halfway. Looking back to see Philip packing his bag, she walked to the kitchen, pausing in the arch. She needed a more concrete idea of how this night was going to play out, how their future was going to play out.

"Robert," she said. "Are you coming with us tonight?"

He was sitting at the table beside Wade again, and he studied her for about thirty seconds. "Yes," he said finally. "I'm coming."

Julian brought Jasper back to the Fairmont, allowing him to stay in the suite. He had also introduced him to Mary-so there would not be any drama occurring from her frequent and sudden appearances. If Jasper could so easily accept the reality of vampires, he should have no trouble with ghosts.

And he didn't.

More important, Jasper's awe at his opulent surroundings was most satisfactory. He'd probably never even seen a suite like this outside of a movie. His body was still completing the change, but Julian wanted to send him hunting soon.

Julian had a fairly good idea what Jasper's gift would be once it surfaced. But in all his years, Julian had never trained anyone, never acted as master. He'd turned only two other vampires-his father and Eleisha-and that had been nearly one hundred and seventy years ago.

He hadn't taught Eleisha to hunt. Edward Claymore handled all that for him.

He was pondering exactly how to broach the subject with Jasper. But he cringed inwardly at the thought of another conversation. He didn't like having such human filth anywhere near his suite, much less sleeping in it, and it bothered him that he could not completely rely on his gift to cow his new creation into reluctant obedience… as Jasper must want to succeed.

Obtaining anyone's willing agreement had never been Julian's strong point, even when he was alive.

"So, where'd you get all your money?" Jasper asked, turning circles inside the suite while reexamining everything. "Do you have some kind of mental power that lets you find lost treasure?"

Good God.

He made Mary look like a Mensa candidate.

"No," Julian answered, using all his restraint to remain civil. "I inherited an estate and made sound investments."

"Inherited? Sure. You're lucky."

"If you are to attain full strength," Julian said, changing the subject, "you'll need to feed, and I would prefer not to travel outdoors myself any more than necessary. I want you to listen to me carefully."

He expected some questions, some argument, some form of reluctance at his mention of feeding, but Jasper just turned and looked at him with glowing eyes. Maybe the change had finished quickly? Jasper appeared to have lost any lingering remnants of mortal ethics.

Julian was about to begin explaining the best methods for drawing someone off alone into the darkness when the air in the room shimmered and Mary appeared, looking even more dramatic than usual.

"They're going to leave!" she shouted. "Tonight!"

Julian didn't even tell her to calm down. "What?"

"Yeah, I couldn't stay long… There's something in that apartment that keeps trying to find me. But I was alone in the sitting room for a few seconds, and I heard Eleisha and Wade talking about a train leaving at midnight from Jack London Square! They're going home to Portland."

Julian put his fist back to his mouth again, but this time he was simply thinking. They were leaving sooner than he expected.

He did not wish to destroy Eleisha yet-and possibly not for some time-if she was going to continue seeking other elders who might be in hiding. He needed her to find them, and he wanted her to view the church in Portland as safe so that she would remain there and he could keep track of her. She was weak of character and did not like being alone. He believed that no matter who he killed, she would keep on looking, keep on trying.

So he had to destroy Robert before they left San Francisco, and he couldn't risk this if Robert was traveling with three other vampires-and a mortal who Mary swore was a telepath.

Julian had to thin the group. But how?

He forced himself to calm, to think.

He couldn't expose himself yet, and his only possible tools were Mary and a newborn vampire.

Jasper could hardly stand up to Robert or Philip.

But would he need to?

From what Angelo had told him long ago, Julian understood that although the newly turned were not immune to each other's gifts, even a young untrained vampire could defend against a straight telepathic attack, to a degree, by putting up a mental block. Julian was the only exception to this, as he had no psychic defense at all.

He turned to Jasper. "Your test has come earlier than expected. I have enemies trying to leave the city… as Mary has just told us. I need you to keep them from leaving. Mary will guide and assist you."

"I will?" Mary asked uncertainly. "How can I help him?"

"You can show yourself if need be," he answered. "I want them to feel pressure now, to feel that they are attacked from several sides. I just don't wish them to know I am involved."

"So, I can, like… pop out and scare them if I need to?"

"Yes."

She smiled. "Okay."

"How will I know who they are?" Jasper asked, looking more uncertain, even nervous.

Forgetting Mary and turning his attention back to Jasper, Julian described all five members of the group, starting with Eleisha and finishing with Rose. He did not know if Rose and Philip were becoming telepathic, but he was harsh in his warnings about Eleisha and Robert-and he mentioned Mary's questionable assertions about Wade.

"If need be, you can use your own mind to try to push them out," he said. "But your goal is to avoid that need."

"How?"

"By keeping to the shadows, staying out of sight until the last second."

Julian did not bother to add that this strategy had always worked for him in the past because his undead condition combined with his complete lack of telepathic power made him invisible to others of his kind until they actually saw him. Otherwise, he was a black, empty hole in the night, and they could not sense his presence at all.

Jasper might not have this advantage.

"Once you find them," Julian went on, "Mary will work to break them up. You must stay near them but out of sight until you have a close proximity to one or two. Don't try to attack more than two, and don't strike until you know you can take one of their heads instantly. This will incapacitate the other one and give you time to take the second one's head."

He also didn't mention that it was possible the psychic release from the first one could incapacitate Jasper as well… but he was new and may not be as heavily affected.

"Take their heads?" Jasper asked.

Julian tried not to grimace, having forgotten to whom he was speaking. "Yes." He lifted his sheathed sword from where it lay on the mantel. It troubled him to send Jasper off with a two-hundred-year-old sword, but there wasn't time to get another one.

"Come here and watch me," Julian said, pulling out the blade.

He showed Jasper how to properly grip the hilt and position himself for a hard strike. Then Jasper practiced the act himself. Surprisingly, he took to the sword quickly, swinging it with decent balance and speed.

"Good," Julian said with a nod. "Just aim for the throat. You'll notice your hand-to-eye coordination is much sharper now, and you are stronger." He moved closer to Jasper, reaching out to grip the hilt. "But no matter what you do, do not attack Eleisha."

"That blond girl you talked about first?"

Julian allowed a small wave of fear to seep out, enjoying the satisfaction of watching Jasper's face turn paler.

"Yes. If you kill her, I'll tear your head off myself. Do you understand?"

He let more fear seep out.

Jasper's hands began to shake. "Yeah, I got it."

"Also," Julian added, running possible outcomes through his mind, "you would do best to avoid Robert if possible. He's the strongest, and you should leave him to me. But you can target the others, and I want at least two of them dead." He cut off the flow of fear and tried to make his voice sound comforting-not an easy feat. "If you succeed, and you keep them from leaving, I'll make certain you have everything you could want: clothes, cars, rooms like this one, anything."

Jasper's eyes glowed again. "Where do I start?"

Julian weighed possible options. Jasper would have to try to catch them in the open, so that Mary could help split them up.

"Go to the Amtrak station. Wait for Mary to help you track them, and when they arrive, make sure you cut them off." He paused. "But you'll need to be at full strength, so you should feed first."

"How do I do that? I mean… is there anything I need to know?"

Once again, if it were possible, Julian would have smiled. Perhaps he had done well turning Jasper.

"A few things," Julian said, and he began to explain the best tactics for hunting.

Jasper walked out onto Mason Street wearing Julian's long coat with the sword hidden underneath and five hundred dollars in his pocket-just like something out of a movie.

He almost couldn't believe what happened to him. Maybe those years of bad luck had been his just due while his life built up toward this moment, this night. In all his fantasies, he could never have imagined this.

He was immortal. He was unstoppable. He was rich.

And this was so much better than what he'd seen in vampire movies. He felt like something right out of Highlander, walking down the street with a sword hidden under his coat.

He had a mission.

But Julian had said he'd need to feed. As of yesterday, Jasper had never once broken the law-but only because he didn't like trouble. But now, trouble didn't seem like such a big deal… In fact, it seemed new and shiny.

He turned down Sacramento and headed toward Hunting-ton Park, which was mainly a haven of upscale condos and town houses. Sacramento Street was way too busy, so he slipped in between several apartment buildings and looked around for the darkest section of a parking lot. He just kept walking for a while until he spotted a young woman who came out of a security building and walked beneath some trees toward a silver Lexus. He couldn't see-or hear-anyone else close by.

A beep sounded when she hit the button on her keys to unlock the car, and he came up behind her.

"Can I get a ride?" he asked, wondering what would happen after he spoke. Julian had explained how a gift would surface to help him hunt. Julian's gift was fear, and that would be awesome, but Jasper kind of hoped his would be more like that of the Philip guy Julian told him about. That would be the best.

The girl turned to look at him, and his interest went up several notches. She was pretty, with long blond hair, wearing a tight pink T-shirt and small diamonds in her ears-the kind of girl who normally wouldn't bother to spit on him.

She didn't seem startled and glanced at his coat. "You borrow that from your big brother?"

He went cold. She was making fun of him?

"No, it's mine," he lied defensively.

But his words sounded different this time, and her expression changed. He felt something flowing out from his body as he recounted all the times people had ignored him or discounted him or rushed to be away from his company.

The girl suddenly looked like she felt… sorry for him.

"I didn't mean to say that," she said. "It's been a long day."

The feeling inside him increased until she was looking at him like he was some sort of lost puppy. Her eyes filled with sympathy.

"Poor thing," she said. "You said you need a ride?"

Pity? His gift was pity?

No!

He wanted to wipe that look off her face as fast as he could. He should be feared, desired. There was nothing about him to be pitied! Not now.

As these thoughts passed through him, her expression wavered, and he remembered that Julian said his gift would help him to hunt more quickly and quietly, but he had to keep it focused. He didn't want to mess this up, and he rushed to her before the sympathy in her eyes completely faded. He grabbed her, clamping one hand over her mouth before she could scream, and he jerked the back door open with his free hand, pushing her halfway inside the car and then shoving her down beneath him. The sword hampered him, but he couldn't believe the strength in his arms and hands, and he pinned her down easily, driving his teeth into her neck, still keeping his hand over her mouth.

She struggled and tried to scream but kept getting weaker. The blood tasted so good, he was gulping it down, feeling the strength in his body growing stronger, and then he saw pictures passing through his mind… her father playing golf, her mother drinking from a martini glass, her sixteenth birthday party with a bunch of adults she barely knew, a string of boyfriends in polo shirts…

The images faded. Her heart stopped.

He wanted it to go on, but she was dead.

"Hurry up," someone said from behind him.

He jumped back out of the car and whirled around, his right hand going for the sword. Then he saw Mary's transparent form standing a few feet away from the car. He hadn't actually talked to her yet, but in truth, she looked more like the girls he'd known in high school, and even as a ghost… she seemed more familiar to him than the girl he'd just fed on.

"You better get moving," she said. "They're not at the apartment, and I can't find them. That means they're on their way. Julian told you to feed fast and get started."

"Don't tell me what to do."

"Yeah? Well, you don't know Julian yet. You screw this up, and he'll make you sorry."

That scared him and he looked around, debating on the fastest way to get to the train station.

"Just take the car!" Mary said. "Her keys are right there on the ground."

She was making him feel stupid, and at the same time, he didn't want do all this alone.

"You'll meet me there?" he asked.

She tilted her head to one side, looking at him. "Yeah," she said, sounding nicer now. "I'll meet you."

He grabbed the keys. Then he slid the dead girl's body farther into the backseat and slammed the door. Attempting to climb into the driver's seat, he found he couldn't sit while wearing the sword, so he took it off his belt and leaned it on the floor of the passenger side. Then he was somewhat unsettled by the alien-looking dashboard. He'd learn to drive in an old Dodge Dart.

"But you'd better hurry," Mary said, and she blinked out.

He started the Lexus.

He still couldn't believe his gift was pity.

As Eleisha walked through the large doors of the Jack London Square station, she was beginning to worry about Rose-who was growing more and more anxious with each passing moment. Her eyes were turning glassy. Her face was beginning to look pasty rather than pale, and her hands were shaking.

From their very first meeting, Rose had never tried to hide her fear of traveling, of leaving the safety of her home. But throughout the course of her undead existence she'd managed two successful-and long-journeys on her own. Then again… in fairness, the last one had been well over a hundred years ago. She had been holed up in her apartment for a long time now, leaving it only when the need to hunt grew desperate.

Although she was the one who expressed a desire to join Eleisha and to begin a new purpose, perhaps she had underestimated her own terror of truly leaving the safety of her home?

Eleisha didn't know how to help her.

After walking a few steps into the brightly lit train station, Rose faltered and then stopped, blinking in open fear at the sights all around her. A modern-day Amtrak building must look quite different to her than a station had in 1870.

Philip walked up behind Eleisha and leaned close to her ear.

"What's wrong with her?" he whispered.

"Shhhhh," Eleisha said. "You know she's afraid of traveling. I just didn't think it would be this…" She trailed off.

Robert and Wade both seemed equally concerned, but when Wade took a step back, Eleisha stopped him and dropped her bag. "Let me."

She walked toward the doors, reaching out to stroke Rose's arm. "We'll be hidden away in our cabin soon."

She could feel Rose's arm shaking and suddenly felt at a loss for words. Was this more than simply a fear of traveling? Eleisha had never dealt with a full-blown phobia before. Maybe she should have let Wade handle this?

"Isn't this too soon?" Rose whispered. "Should we not take more time to… get used to each other, to steel ourselves for this journey? Doesn't that seem wise?" Her eyes shifted back and forth. "Let us go back to my home. We can leave for Portland in a few nights… Yes, a few more nights."

Eleisha heart began to sink. Rose would say anything to put the impending journey off. Of course she would feel better once they'd reached their cabin, but here, in the bright lights of the station, Eleisha could think of no way to comfort her.

And therefore she decided not to try.

"No, Rose," she said firmly. "We're going tonight. Just take my hand."

Suddenly Rose's expression turned completely calm, almost blank. She looked right at Eleisha and said, "Before we board and begin searching for our cabins, could we find a ladies' room? I need to splash some water on my face first."

The request brought some relief. At least Rose sounded rational.

"Of course." Eleisha called out to Philip, "Wait here. We'll be right back."

He frowned. "Why?"

She held up her palm. "Be right back."

Taking Rose's hand, she made her way down the vast cavernous station, passing people and check-in counters without really noticing them. Rose's hand had stopped shaking, which was a good sign. They turned a corner around the Departures board, and she looked at Eleisha.

"What are you wearing?"

Eleisha glanced down at herself. She had dressed in bit of a hurry, in white sneakers, faded jeans, and Philip's Ralph Lauren V-neck sweater-with the sleeves rolled up and the bottom hanging halfway to her knees.

Rose wore sandals and a loose black dress that flowed when she walked.

"I've no idea, really," Eleisha answered, smiling, feeling better now that Rose was acting more like herself. "I just grabbed something out of the suitcases."

She was still smiling when she spotted the ladies' room sign near an exit to the parking lot. "Oh, right there."

Just then, Rose stopped walking and gripped down hard on Eleisha's hand, causing her to stumble. When she looked up, Rose's eyes were glassy again-lost and wild at the same time, as if the last few moments and her request for a splash of cold water had never happened.

"Eleisha," she said slowly, "you and I should go back to the apartment. We'll have tea in the kitchen and talk all night."

Her voice was smooth, and it tingled in Eleisha's ears. The station grew hazy. Rose's idea did sound lovely-so inviting.

But they were already here. They had tickets.

"No, we need to board soon, and Wade is-"

"The men will be fine," Rose said, her voice sounding smoother, softer. "You and I will go home, and they can leave tonight. Don't you think we need some time to ourselves?"

Eleisha's mind filled with images of sitting huddled at the kitchen table with Rose, sipping tea, talking together of things that mattered, just the two of them. Why hadn't she thought of this before? Rose always knew what to do.

"Wade can take Philip and Robert, and we'll all meet in a few nights at the church." Rose's voice went on. "Can you see our homecoming? They'll be so glad to see us when we arrive."

The lights of the station seemed too bright. Images of arriving at the church and meeting Wade and Philip passed through her mind. Of course this was best.

"Come home with me," Rose whispered.

Eleisha followed Rose out the exit and into the ground floor parking lot. The air was colder, and she looked out into the numerous lines of empty cars.

Something was itching, scratching at the back of her brain.

"This way," Rose said.

The scratching grew uncomfortable as Eleisha looked around. What were they doing in the parking lot?

"Rose, why are we…?"

Her companion looked back in alarm, and Eleisha's stomach lurched. Rose was inside her head! She pushed back hard, fighting to gain control of her own senses, and Rose's expression shifted to panic.

She turned and ran, moving so fast that she vanished between the cars.

Eleisha stood stunned. Then she reached out wildly with her thoughts, trying to clear her mind and connect with Wade.

Rose is running! She's in the ground floor parking lot. Hurry!

Nothing came back, and she had no idea if he'd heard her. She bolted after Rose.