Dark Guardian (Dark Series - book 9) Read online

  Chapter Ten

  Jaxon pressed both hands against her stomach as she watched Lucian stride away. She felt sicker than ever. Close to Lucian, she could control the terrible feeling, but with him gone, it was growing stronger. She walked slowly through the familiar hallway, waved to a couple of people who greeted her from the bullpen, tried to reply when others patted her shoulder and murmured their sympathy.

  There was a roaring in her ears, jackhammers pounding in her head. Resolutely she continued walking, but her desk felt as if it were a million miles away, her legs rubbery. The ability to hear so acutely was a terrible curse. Her fellow officers were all discussing the murders; on every floor she could hear the various conversations. She didn’t want that—didn’t want to know what people thought of her part in the carnage.

  She admitted to herself that most of what she overheard was kind and sympathetic, but that didn’t lessen the pain. And she had never sought pity from anyone. As she sat down, her stomach lurched again, and the feeling of evil nearly overwhelmed her. She was aware of eyes on her, unable to keep from staring. She wanted desperately to be alone, to weep and throw things, to scream, to sit on the floor in the bathroom, hugging the toilet, and be sick. Instead, she made herself spread her notes out on her desk. The pictures would come later. She couldn’t face them now.

  It wasn’t easy being without Lucian. She had been with him nearly every moment since waking up from the warehouse disaster. Now, when she needed him most, needed his comfort, he had gone to save her friend. He was in danger because of her. She rubbed the heel of one hand against her throbbing head.

  I am not in danger, angel. That is impossible. You should know that by now. Be still, and allow me to take away your headache. It’s enough that I know you’re there if I reach out to you.

  And it was. Jaxon felt comforted, safe. She felt he was holding her in his strong arms.

  Bring Barry back safely, Lucian. I still have that feeling, the one that means Drake’s about to do something terrible

  . Her stomach was a mess, clenching and knotting in outrage.

  We are close to the safe house where the captain says he has Barry stashed. I am scanning the area around us continually, and all is not right. I feel the intrusion of evil, yet it is not the same as what you were feeling in the apartments.

  Jaxon closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out reality, if only for a moment. If Drake already knew where Barry was located, the chances were more than good that it was far too late to save him. She could only hope that Daryl had called ahead to warn the officers guarding Barry that Drake was on a killing spree and was stalking them.

  She bent over her notes, trying to focus, trying to read the words, but the ink all seemed to run together. How was she going to generate a decent report if she couldn’t even read her own work? It took several minutes before she realized she had tears in her eyes. Swearing silently to herself, she jumped up and began to make her way down the hall to the bathroom.

  Every step she took only increased the terrible precognition of death. Small beads of sweat broke out on her forehead.

  Lucian?

  She reached for him desperately.

  I am here.

  His voice was tranquil and soft, more soothing than ever, a mesmerizing tool that instantly calmed her.

  He’s killing someone right now. I feel him. Please get to Barry. It is not Barry. Your captain is talking to Radcliff on the phone. We will be there in minutes. There is a presence, but I am not certain it is Drake. It does not feel the same as what is in your mind when you replay your memories. Similar, but different. Like in the apartment? No, not even that. We are here now. I will protect Barry from this monster.

  With that last assurance Lucian broke off their merge.

  She thought about that, the abruptness of his departure. He never did that, never separated from her as he had just done. He always did it slowly, almost reluctantly, his presence lingering so that she felt him, not always certain whether he was really gone or still a shadow remaining in her mind. This was different. He was completely gone, and she actually felt a loss. For the first time she knew what he meant when he talked about lifemates and their urgent need of each other.

  With a sigh she pushed open the door to the bathroom. At once the feeling of darkness and evil overwhelmed her, and she doubled over, clutching her stomach, retching violently.

  An arm curved around her waist, and Tom Anderson helped her into the bathroom and away from all the watchful eyes. “You’ll be okay, Jaxx. Let’s get you some water.”

  Tom had been a loyal member of her unit for a long time, so she let him help her, although she found it humiliating that he should see her this way. She had trained with these men, fought beside them, led them. She needed their respect if she was going to work with them. Splashing cold water on her face helped ease the gagging in her throat, but her stomach was in knots as tight as ever. The feeling persisted. Drake was busy this night. Barry? She couldn’t bear it if Barry was killed.

  “I’m sorry about all this,” Tom said. “But Radcliff is tough. No one is going to get to him easily. Besides, they have guards all over the place.”

  “Thanks, Tom,” she murmured softly and bent to take a drink of water. It hit her then. The feeling was far too strong for the distance between the stationhouse and where Barry was located.

  She straightened up, pressing a hand to her stomach, turning to look over her shoulder at Tom. “He’s here.”

  “What? Who? Who’s here?”

  “Drake is here. Somewhere in the building, in this building.” She pushed past Tom and began to move swiftly down the hall toward her desk.

  “Are you nuts? Jaxx, this is the police station. He’s the most wanted man in these parts. Do you really think he’s that stupid?” Tom was whispering, trying to protect her from her overactive imagination. He didn’t blame her, but he didn’t want anyone else to witness her breakdown.

  Jaxon didn’t answer him; what was the point? How could she explain? She just knew it. She knew things. She knew Drake was in the building, stalking more victims, people she worked with. Maybe stalking Tom himself. Her desk drawer contained a gun and a spare clip. She pocketed the clip and moved around Tom. “Just stay here in this room. He won’t come in here where there’re so many witnesses. He’s probably targeted every one of you in my unit.”

  “Are you sure about this?” Tom was beginning to believe her. Jaxx might have gotten sick, but she was as steady as ever. There was that look in her eye, the one that always kept their butts out of trouble. “You think he’s here?”

  “I know he’s here. You’re in terrible danger, Tom. Stay here and call the others in our unit and warn them. Anyone in the building should come here. It will be safer if you’re looking out for one another. I’m going to hunt him.”

  “Not alone, you’re not.” Tom was appalled. “Not only would the captain and Radcliff kick me to hell and back, but that fiancй of yours would be likely to break my neck. He’s no one to mess with, Jaxon. He said to keep you safe.”

  “Shut up, Tom, and do what I said. This is Drake we’re talking about, and no one else knows him like I do.” She was halfway down the hall, heading for the stairs. Above her was the second story. It was night, and not too many officers would be on duty, but two homicide detectives, the vice squad, and several uniforms were roaming around up there. Below her, on the basement level, would be only two officers, maybe three, and perhaps a handful of prisoners waiting to be transferred to the overnight cages.

  “You’re not thinking straight, Jaxx. You’re a cop. Be a cop. You can’t round us all up and put us in a safe place while you hunt. Get organized.”

  Jaxon shoved an impatient but rock-steady hand through her hair. “You’re right, Tom, thanks. I think I just wanted to face him.”

  “Let’s do it right then.”

  Jaxon nodded and moved back down the hall to the phone. “Call them in then, use our code, and get everyone a radio.” She ta
pped her foot as Tom did as she ordered, anxious to get moving. When the group was assembled, she looked them over carefully, ensuring Drake hadn’t penetrated their forces. “We sweep the building. Tom, take them to the top. Look at everything, no matter how ridiculous. The air vents, under desks, anyplace he could fit. He’s incredible at hiding out in the open without being detected. Each of you should have a number and count off regularly so that he can’t join you. No one go off alone, and never forget he’s a highly trained killer. You can’t hesitate to kill him, because he won’t hesitate to kill you. Start upstairs, and don’t leave anything to chance. I’ll keep in touch by radio. I’m going to the basement to see what’s going on down there. Does anyone know the exact prisoner count?”

  “A drunk driver, a couple of petty thieves, and we have Terry Stevens down there waiting for transport.”

  “And the officers?”

  “Two—Kitter and Halibut,” Tom replied.

  “Let’s do it then,” Jaxon said. “Be careful. He’s extremely dangerous.”

  “Take someone with you, Jaxx,” Tom insisted.

  “I’m just going to make sure everyone’s all right down there. I’ll get Kitter and Halibut to look with me.” The basement was a maze of pipes, file cabinets, and the cages. Jaxon had a strong feeling about the basement. There was every possibility that Drake was upstairs, but she seriously doubted it. She was not going to allow one more friend to die simply because he worked with her or spoke with her.

  This had started with her. She couldn’t remember a time in her life she hadn’t known Tyler Drake. He had been more of a constant in her life than even her own father or mother, yet that had become a destructive, twisted, obsessive force. Drake had killed her father to take his place in her life. Her mother and brother had been destroyed so he could have her to himself. She was the one who had to end his killing spree once and for all.

  Jaxon dismissed the others from her mind as she started down the stairs. She moved silently, not allowing even her clothing to whisper of her presence. With each step her stomach tightened even more. She was on the right track. The lighting was dim on the stairs and worsened when she arrived at the bottom. It didn’t matter. Her eyesight was now phenomenal.

  Lucian?

  She reached out to him before she really thought about it, before she even knew she was going to do it.

  He was here, angel. We found two of the officers dead in their patrol car. They were stabbed several times.

  She was silent for a moment, thinking about his revelation.

  Are you positive it’s Drake

  ? She couldn’t be wrong. How could she be? Was it possible after all this time that she was losing whatever special sense had been granted her to detect when evil was close? Perhaps she was suffering the aftereffects of being in proximity to so many murders.

  It feels the same as before, at the apartments. And their eyes are gone. The strange thing is, I cannot get his scent. I am unable to track him that way. I noticed it at the apartment building. There was nothing for me to trace. What happens when you scan? You always seem to know where everyone is. Several people are inside, but I cannot tell who they are. No one is conversing. A television is on. I am going inside. Be careful, Lucian. It’s a trap. Drake wants you dead more than anyone else. Everyone else is nothing to him. It’s all to get you. No one will see me, honey, if I do not wish it. Just be careful.

  She allowed the mind merge to slowly slip away. The feeling in the pit of her stomach was as strong as ever. Something evil was lurking in this building, stalking her friends, and she had to believe it was Drake. Perhaps Drake had been at Barry’s safe house already in an attempt to draw them away from the station.

  Jaxon kept moving, her senses flaring out to locate the officers, the prisoners, and, with luck, the intruder. She became aware of movement around the corner from her position. Staying close to the wall, without a whisper of sound to betray her, she inched her way closer toward the slight brushing noise ahead of her. As she stepped forward, a lump on the ground to her right caught her eye. She paused. The terrible darkness was growing within her. Drake was here, and he had already killed.

  Lucian? He is here.

  She made her way to the dark bundle slumped across the floor. She could see that the man was dead, the uniform punctured with a dozen stab wounds. The head was at a peculiar angle. It was Halibut. His eyes were gone. Drake’s trademark.

  You are certain?

  His voice was the same. Calm, tranquil, comforting in its soft steadiness.

  Absolutely. I’m standing over a body right now. I can feel his presence. There is something wrong, love. He is here, also. There is the taint of power here. Can you feel it there? I’m not certain what you mean. It would be the same faint feeling of power you experienced when you sensed the ghoul’s presence, and later the vampire. It was at the apartments, too. A trace is here, also. But I no longer think Drake is in either of these places. I think we are dealing with puppets programmed by a vampire, clones of Drake to carry out his deeds. I think any humans who have memories of you are the ones in danger.

  Jaxon was on the move again. She didn’t know Kitter very well, just to say hello in passing, and none of the prisoners knew her other than Terry Stevens. Stevens was a habitual criminal, a street dealer well connected with a great lawyer. If the intruder was in the basement, as she thought, and Lucian was right, it would be Stevens in the most danger. He had had many encounters with Jaxon.

  You could be right. It does feel different, but it felt different at the apartment building too. Does that mean Drake is dead? What are we dealing with? Just get out of there. I will be there when I dispose of this one. I cannot leave these humans to face the danger this thing poses. I do not want you to face such a powerful being, either. I’m a police officer, Lucian. I don’t run away because something gets dangerous. There are prisoners down here and another officer. I have to get them to safety. I have no time to argue, angel. The killer is striking as we speak. I am going to the aid of the human, and it would put you in danger if I forced your compliance. Stay merged with me at all times so I can give you any help you need.

  Lucian’s soft voice held more than his usual gentle command; it held a compulsion to force his will upon her, to ensure she would do as he said.

  It was weird to be in two places at once. If she wished, she could “see” through Lucian’s eyes as he glided silently through the building, unseen by humans. She watched two uniformed men pass right by him and not even notice he was there. He was a blur, really, using his ability to move with impossible speed. The door burst open for him with one blow from the flat of his palm. Lucian was facing a being that looked exactly like Tyler Drake.

  Jaxon’s breath caught in her throat.

  It’s him. That’s Drake

  !

  Drake’s arm was on a downward swing, a bloody knife clutched in his fist. Lucian’s mind placed a barrier between the knife and Drake’s intended target. The knife fell harmlessly to the floor. Jaxon caught a brief glimpse of Barry Radcliff as Lucian glanced at him in passing.

  Barry’s hands were slashed, as if he had attempted to ward off the attack. There was a streak of crimson across his right biceps arid a spreading stain on the right side of his shirt.

  Even as Lucian was leaping toward Drake, something distracted Jaxon—not a sound really, more a movement of air. She whirled around, bringing up her gun as she did so. Drake was almost on top her, his eyes gloating and mad. He had a knife in his hand. Jaxon could see the blood on it, the blood staining his hands. She fired three quick shots, straight at his heart, as she flung her body to one side, rolling under a desk and coming to her feet on the other side.

  All three bullets had struck him in a small pattern over his heart. He seemed to hesitate and swayed for a moment, a sickly, taunting grin pasted on his face. Then he began to come toward her again. She fired off two more rounds, this time going for his forehead, dead center, afraid he was wearing a bulletproof ve
st. Two red holes blossomed in the middle of his forehead. Again he paused. Blood trickled down, then gushed in a steady stream, running down his face, into his eyes. But he continued to smile at her, his expression never changing, and he started toward her again.

  “Kitter? You in here somewhere? It’s Jaxon Montgomery. Halibut’s dead. Drake killed him. Answer if you’re alive,” Jaxon called out. She was moving to keep furniture between Drake’s advance and herself. She was trying to maneuver him away from the cages holding the prisoners.

  “I’ve got you covered,” Kitter yelled back. “Freeze, Drake! You take one more step toward her, and I’ll blow you away.”

  Drake didn’t act as if he heard. His eyes never wavered from Jaxon. He didn’t blink or attempt to wipe the blood away. He kept moving forward. Kitter fired his weapon, the shots so close together they sounded simultaneous. He swore as he saw the back of Drake’s head disintegrate but the man kept moving forward. “What the hell? Jaxx? What’s going on?”

  “Get the prisoners out of here, Kitter. Take Stevens out first. I think he’s in more danger than the others. Go on, hurry up.”

  “He must be on something...” Kitter muttered, confused.

  “Do what I say. Get the prisoners out.” Jaxon gave the order in her no-nonsense voice, snapping Kitter back to the reality of their problem. It was easier to deal with moving the prisoners than with the impossibility of a man with half of his head blasted away, stalking another officer.

  Lucian, tell me what to do.

  She didn’t dare try to “see” through Lucian’s eyes. It was too distracting with two Drakes in two separate places. She was disoriented enough.

  At once he was there. His breath was hers, slowing her breathing so that she was relaxed and in complete control. His heart regulated hers to a normal, steady pace. His warmth flooded her body with reassurance and complete faith.

  Focus on him, angel. Look directly at him. He cannot harm you from a distance. Do not look away from him no matter what is happening. Remember, you are no longer human with human limitations. You are a Carpathian with all the abilities of a Carpathian. You can dissolve into mist if the need arises