Rachel blinked a few times, then her gaze went vague, as if she was listening for something. "Kulick," she whispered, looking at me. "Is he really…?"
"Yeah, Rachel, he's gone… For good, I think."
"Thank the Goddess," she said, sounding like she meant it. She sat up slowly, and looked around the part of the pump house that was in her view. Fortunately, her back was to the altar area and the atrocities it contained, and she hadn't turned that way yet.
"Where are we, Stan?" she asked. "And why is it so damn bright in here?"
Sligo had stopped his inhuman bleating a little while ago. Maybe he'd passed out from blood loss. But now he gave another of those hoarse-sounding croaks that were his version of a scream.
"Aaah!" Rachel jumped, if you can jump sitting down, then started turning to look behind her. "What the fuck was-"
"Rachel! Look at me!"
She turned back quickly. "What is it Stan? What's wrong?"
"Don't look back there, yet. Please."
"Why? What's-" She started to turn again.
" Rachel!"
God, that made my head throb.
She looked at me again, eyes wide with concern.
"What, Stan? What's the-"
"Rachel, I'm not… tracking too well. I'm concussed, pretty bad. Maybe I can't… explain stuff as well as normal, okay?"
"Sure, but if you're concussed-"
" Will you fucking listen to me?" Bad idea, yelling. Oh, God, my head… "Sorry, I'm sorry, but there's something… behind you, that I don't… want you to see, yet. It's what's making that… sound. There's no danger, honest."
"All right, Stan. Whatever you say." Rachel spoke in the soothing tones you use with a lunatic. Who knows – maybe she was right.
"Short version: we're in the pump house, Lake Scranton Dam. Sligo… guy Kulick was after, was gonna do some big ritual, become a super-vampire."
"A what? A super… what?"
"Later. This is… short version, okay? When ick got here, he left your body… went into Sligo's. That's the guy… tortured Kulick, remember that?"
"Remember it? I lived it, through Kulick's memories."
"Right, sorry. Okay, so Kulick left you, then… possessed… Sligo. Took control. Then – payback time."
"You mean, he…? Oh, dear Goddess, no!"
"Yeah. He made Sligo… use a silver knife on himself. It's bad, Rachel – real bad. Then Kulick split… left Sligo still alive. That's him you hear. I think he's trying to scream."
"Stan, we've got to help the poor man-"
"Might not say… 'poor man,' if you knew… But we'll help him, in a minute. First, think you can help me… sit up?"
"Sure. Come on." Rachel got one arm around my shoulders and lifted. I assisted as much as I could, and then I was sitting up again. The vertigo came back, but then receded. Progress, I guess.
"Now, check on Karl," I said. "Please."
"Karl? Your partner?"
"Over there." I pointed. "Behind the pillar. I think maybe he's…" I couldn't finish the sentence.
Rachel said, "Can you stay upright by yourself?"
"Think so," I said. "If not, doesn't matter. Not far… to fall. Now go."
She hustled over to where Karl lay so still. I saw her press two fingers against his neck, frown, then try another spot.
No pulse. He's gone. Jeez, Karl, goddamn fucking "Stan? He's alive."
With an effort, I pulled myself out of my wallow. " What? You sure? "
"I'm getting a pulse, but it's weak, and fast. He's hurt bad, Stan. I think his… back is broken, and he's been bleeding from the nose and mouth. Internal injuries. He needs a hospital, and quick!"
"See if you can find my phone," I said. "It's around here… someplace. Gotta be. Must've been jarred loose, when I hit the wall."
Rachel started casting about the floor, looking. At least, it wasn't hard to see in there, with all of Sligo's fucking lights.
"I don't see it, Stan. Are you sure you had it with you?"
"Yeah, I had it… oh, shit." I just remembered that I'd slipped the phone into my right hip pocket. It was so thin, and I already hurt all over anyway, I didn't even notice I'd been sitting on the damn thing. I reached back and pulled it out with clumsy fingers.
The phone had taken the full impact of my body against the wall. It was nothing more than cracked and broken junk. "Fuck!" I threw it aside, then looked at Rachel.
"Can't you do some… I dunno… healing magic, get him stabilized, until we get… paramedics here?"
She shook her head sadly. "I've got none of my gear with me, Stan, and no spells prepared in advance. For the moment, I'm all out of magic. I'm sorry."
"Shit." I tried to think, but my head hurt so much, and the vertigo kept coming and going, coming and going.
"Rachel."
"Yes?"
"My weapon's… here someplace. Two weapons, actually – pistol and shotgun. See if you can find the pistol, okay?"
"All right."
Rachel got slowly to her feet, tottered for a few steps, then began to walk around this part of the room, eyes on the floor. "Okay, found it."
"Bring it over here, will you?"
In a moment she was kneeling next to me. She handed me the Beretta, and I checked the loads. Silver. Good. That was what I'd thought, but I wasn't trusting my memory for anything, at the moment. I replaced the clip, then worked the action to bring a round into the chamber.
"Stan," Rachel said, "whatever you're thinking about doing, think some more. Please. We can do better for Karl than that."
"It's not for Karl."
I motioned toward the front of the room. "See the girl suspended from the ceiling? She's bleeding. Passed out, maybe."
Rachel turned and stared. "Oh my Goddess, Stan. Who is she? We've got to-"
"We will. Or, you will. She's a vampire, but… not one of… bad guys. Supposed to be… sacrifice number five."
"The poor girl, she looks like she's hurt pretty bad."
"Motherfucker cut her and stabbed her. Name's Christine. She's my… daughter."
Rachel nodded. "This must be so awful for you, Stan."
"Don't… seem surprised."
She shrugged. "I heard the rumor about Stan Markowski's vampire daughter more than a year ago. The way you were always going on about how you hated vamps, I figured it just might be true. But not my business."
"She is now," I said. "Knife, over there, on the floor. Cut her down, careful. Like you said, she's hurt bad."
"I will be – but why the gun? Surely you're not going to…?"
"Christine? No way," I said. I hefted the Beretta. "You know how to use one…?"
"Yes, I went to the range a few times, with an old boyfriend. Why?"
"When you've seen… Sligo, you'll know why. He's a vamp, but… bullets're silver. Get as close as you can stand to get, put two in his head. Make sure."
Rachel shook her head slowly. "Stan, that can't be the only way to help him."
"Only help he deserves, the worthless fuck… Look, even if we could keep him alive, or undead, whatever – he'd hate us for it. Christ, I'm almost tempted." I shook my head, which was a mistake. "You'll know, once you've seen what's left of him."
She was silent, but her face was distressed.
"Rachel?"
"What?"
"You got no idea, how fucking awful… Hate to ask you, but I'm too fucked-up. Guy's been savaged. Everything you could do to somebody, without… killing him, everything – Kulick did it. Major fucking nightmare material, okay? You'll puke, probably. Normal. Then, use the gun. Two rounds… finish him, then help Christine. Will you do that, Rachel?" I swallowed, or tried to. "For me? For… them?"
I held out the Beretta, with a hand that shook bad. After a brief hesitation that didn't seem to last longer than two hours, she took it.
"All right, Stan. You know what's been going on, and I don't. I'll rely on your judgment, fucked-up though it may be."