The Craving

‘What are you doing here?’ I demanded.

Lexi raised a brow at me. ‘Same thing you are. Looking forward to a long, painful eternity together.’

‘No, I mean why didn’t you run?’ I asked, resisting the urge to take her by the shoulders and shake her.

‘Of course I ran, you idiot!’ she snapped. ‘But I guess he expected I would…I never even saw him come after me.’ I could feel her shiver in the dark. ‘He appeared out of nowhere.’ Her voice grew grim. ‘I wonder if that’s how humans feel when they meet us. If we ever get out of this, I swear I am going to be nicer to them in the future. Humans, I mean. That vampire – now him I want to kill.’

I put my hand on her forearm, softening. ‘I just pray we get that chance.’

‘Come, let’s get out of here.’ She turned and swung her leg, putting the heel of her boot smack into the middle of the doors.

There was a resounding thud, but nothing budged.

She delivered another roundhouse kick to the doors. And another. And another.

Again, nothing happened.

‘Together!’ she insisted. On the count of three we both kicked.

‘Maybe there’s vervain in the stone…?’ I suggested.

Lexi looked grim. ‘Vervain doesn’t make things indestructible. But there are other things that can be done to lock something up. Permanently. What about the walls?’

For the next hour we ran our fingers over the white walls, ceilings and floors, our highly sensitive skin picking out even the most minute gaps. We ripped open sarcophagi, ransacked the corpses for tools.

‘No knives, no diamond crosses, no silver-plate Bibles, no pennies for Charon, no lucky stone, no nothing,’ I growled, throwing my hands up in frustration.

‘This doesn’t look good,’ was all Lexi said.

Twenty-four hours later there was a service in the chapel. We could hear it with our Powers. It was a memorial to the Sutherlands, to the two brides who were killed, to the proud parents…along with a biting invective against the young men who did it, running off with the dowry money. Murderers, thugs, con men, robbers…

The only accusation that didn’t make the list was ‘demon’.

But none of the insults stopped us from screaming.

‘Help!’ I yelled. ‘In here! We’re in here!’

Lexi added her voice to mine, screeching in different high-pitched tones that nearly blew out my eardrums. At one point I could hear a hollow-voiced Hilda whisper, ‘Do you hear something?’ And our hopes were raised.

And then nothing. The service ended, people filed out and once again we were completely, utterly alone.

With a sigh, Lexi gave me my ring back.

‘Many thanks for its loan,’ she said quietly, slipping it on my finger. ‘But I don’t think it will do me – or you – much good now.’

I hugged her tight. ‘Don’t give up yet,’ I whispered in her ear.

But the words echoed hollowly within the crypt, having nowhere else to go.