Part 28 (1/2)

About a half mile from his farm, Sebastian stowed Parrish's bike in a ditch. He disappeared into the night with a promise to reconnoiter and return shortly with a full report. Meanwhile, I sat, feeling useless, in a slightly damp patch of hawkweed and shepherd's purse. I lay back to enjoy the stars. It was so dark that I could see the filmy haze of the Milky Way stretch in a broad band across the sky. A flash of an asteroid burning up in the atmosphere caught my eye, and, at the same moment, Lilith woke. The sensation was becoming all too familiar. I felt a tiny nudge, like accidentally b.u.mping shoulders with someone at the Minnesota State Fair. Then, completely without my consent, I got up, and my legs started walking my body toward Sebastian's place.

Eleventh House

KEYWORDS:.

Agitation, Desire, Rebelliousness

Lilith made quick work of the distance. I had no idea my short legs could move so quickly-probably they couldn't; I'd be paying for that overextension in the morning if I was still alive.

The farmhouse looked dark. Even so, Lilith moved in a military-style half crouch around the building to the rear entrance. I have to admit, from the outside, I looked pretty cool in commando mode, especially when I KO'd the agent who was hiding behind a lilac bush. Lilith gave him a nasty karate chop to the back of the head. She rolled him over roughly and curled my fingers into a claw around his throat. If I'd had control of my eyes, I'd have squeezed them shut. I did not want to see her rip this poor guy's throat out.

Luckily, Sebastian interrupted her. He looked a little taken aback to see my hand wrapped around the pa.s.sed-out agent's throat, but he calmly said, ”I was about to come get you. I think that's everyone. I took care of the other two.”

Lilith nodded. My sense was that she knew better than to speak to Sebastian if she wanted to keep her presence a secret. Not only did she talk like a G.o.ddess, she had a different voice than I did.

As we walked up the back stairs into the house, I understood what Sebastian meant when he'd said he'd taken care of the Vatican agents. Leader Guy and Sensitive's lifeless eyes stared up at me from where their bodies were stacked neatly against the foundation, vampiric puncture wounds darkly spotting their throats.Oh, Sebastian , I tried to say, but couldn't, since Lilith had complete control of me. Even so, I knew it was kill or be killed.

”If only I had the mandrake.”

Lilith produced the root from my pocket.

Sebastian smiled. ”Garnet, you're a gem.”

If I'd had control of my throat, I'd have groaned at his pun. As it was, Lilith smiled stiffly at him.

”Well,” Sebastian said, placing the grimoire on the small, rectangular coffee table in the living room, ”We should get started.”

* * * * Lilith helped Sebastian lay out his ritual. They made s.p.a.ce in the living room by moving furniture closer to the walls and rolling up the Persian rug. He brought down various articles from his sanctum, including a black viscous fluid in a test tube. As he produced items, she arranged them. I watched with fascination and no small amount of dread. She was weaving something magical to be certain, but it was not good.

At one point I saw Benjamin waver into existence, but with a stern glance from Lilith, he disappeared again.

After the last piece was in position and the candles were lit, Sebastian nodded in approval. ”You've been studying my grimoire, I see,” he said.

Lilith took my clothes off.

I must say I was just as shocked as Sebastian appeared to be. After the initial surprise wore off, his eyes roamed over my naked body hungrily. From the perspective of being outside my body, I had two thoughts: I needed to get out more-my skin was incredibly white; and it was time to get serious about joining a health club.

”Oh,” Sebastian finally managed to say, as he started to shrug out of his own clothes, ”Skyclad. Right.

Good idea.”

Sebastian naked was a fine thing to behold. Lilith might not appreciate it, but I did. Candlelight glowed along the edges of his skin, making muscle stand out as though in relief. I especially enjoyed that line of hipbone that pointed to the shadows between his legs.

Lilith trailed my fingers along Sebastian's taut stomach as she walked past him to the coffee table, which they'd placed in the middle of the room as a makes.h.i.+ft altar. From it, she took a knife. I supposed that the weapon was technically Sebastian's athame, but it looked much deadlier than anything I'd ever used in ceremony.

Lilith slashed my palm with it. She must have cut deeply, because blood flowed freely. I heard Sebastian breathe in the scent of it.

Starting in the north, She began casting the circle. Sebastian watched with wide eyes as Lilith slowly paced around the room clockwise. Drops of blood formed the physical boundary, but where each drop hit, a spiritual wall began to take shape. A s.h.i.+mmer, like a heat mirage on summer asphalt, separated the inner s.p.a.ce from the rest of the living room. A bubble formed around us.

When she reached the spot she started at, Lilith made a second tour around the perimeter. This time, she stopped in each of the cardinal directions. Swirling her hands slowly in the air, Lilith conjured a guardian at the first cross-quarter, east. Even from my Lilith-eye perspective, I could barely see the figure. I could make out the misty shape of bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s and long, flowing hair that seemed to be constantly blown by an unreal, unseen wind. In the south, Lilith formed a similar guardian. Only this time, the woman seemed made of smoke, with glowing embers for eyes. In the west, the womanly shape glittered like sunlight on water. The northern guard stood firm and dark as obsidian. They all had the same face, a horribly beautiful face I recognized from my dreams: Lilith's face.

As she finished her final round, the walls of the circle became more opaque. The bubble had taken on a pearlescent sheen that s.h.i.+fted and swirled like gas on water. This was the strongest circle I'd ever cast, and it torqued me that I didn't have anything to do with it, not really- although that wasmy blood all over the hardwood floor.

Sebastian stepped up. He picked up a stick that branched into a V-shape at the tip. He followed the path Lilith had made around the room, adding his energy to the circle. A dark mist trailed behind his deliberate steps like a living shadow. I literally felt the ground s.h.i.+ft when he finished. It was like a mini-earthquake. ”We are between the worlds,” he said, his eyes glittering in the candlelight.

No s.h.i.+t.

And this was just the boring part of the ritual.

Sebastian returned to the altar and the grimoire. He knelt on the floor to get a better look at the words on the page. Lilith came around to stand in front of him, so that he appeared to be supplicating her. While his attention was on the book, she squeezed my cut hand so that a drop of blood landed in the test tube containing Sebastian's formula. A second tightening of my palm, and a splash of blood fell onto the crown of his head. He must have felt something, because he looked up at us then.

What was Lilith doing?

Sebastian began an incantation in some language or another. Lilith did not provide subt.i.tles.

Occasionally, however, I heard her whisper a word, and two seconds later Sebastian would repeat it. I had no idea if she was adding strength to what he'd already written or changing it completely.

I had a bad feeling that she was doing the latter.

But to what end? For someone so cranky about Sebastian having taken her blood, she certainly had no problem spilling it now. Of course, that was part of what worried me. Blood was binding. She was putting a hex on him, and he didn't even see it coming.

Of course, she was binding me to it as well.

Sebastian got to the end of what was written in the journal.

Lifting the vial of the dark liquid, he drank it in one gulp.

Then he looked up at us with a sheepish smile. ”This is the part where I've written, 'and here a miracle occurred.' I have no idea what I did to charge the formula.”

”I have an idea,” Lilith answered with a seductive smile. She held out a hand. ”The Great Rite,” she said, her voice resonating strangely.

Sebastian didn't notice; he was too busy getting an erection. Typical boy Witch-one mention of the Great Rite, and it's an instant hard-on. The Great Rite is s.e.x within the context of a ritual. Well, to be fair, when done right, it's more than just some kind of spiritual public display. It's the primal force. It's power of G.o.d and G.o.ddess joined.

Considering what happened when Sebastian added his energy to the circle, the vampire/G.o.ddess pairing had the potential to be earth-shattering. Unfortunately, I was going to be a disembodied spectator.

”Uh, this is very different from my original spell,” Sebastian said, though he didn't pull away when Lilithcupped his face in both hands. ”Are you certain it will work?”

”Absolutely,” Lilith said with a bedroom smile. I couldn't tell if she was leading him on or not. Without a doubt, they needed something powerful. The moon was out of phase, and Sebastian couldn't hope to duplicate every aspect of his first working. The Great Rite, particularly one involving Lilith Herself, would make up for a lot of missing pieces.

Sebastian seemed to be falling under Lilith's spell. All of the subtle things she changed might have the effect of making Sebastian more susceptible to suggestion.