Jez recognized them immediately-not the individuals, but the type. They were 'wolves, and they were
thugs. Somebody's hired muscle.
She didn't have her stick, but she didn't need it. She could feel a dangerous smile come to her lips; part
anticipation and part sheer fury. Suddenly she wasn't tired, wasn't sore, wasn't anything but perfectly in
tune with her body and dying to use it as a weapon.
She launched herself like a streak of red lightning, passing Claire easily and knocking the human girl flat
before landing in front of the 'wolves. A guy and a girl. They snapped to attention in front of her, each
dropping into a fighting stance.
Behind her, she could hear Claire say, "Ow."
"Good morning and welcome to the Bay Area,"
Jez told the 'wolves; then she snap-kicked the girl in the face.
The girl flew backward. She wasn't out of commission, but it had wrecked the joint attack they had been
about to make. The guy knew this, but he was a wolf, so instead of waiting for his partner to recover, he
growled and threw himself at Jez.
Oh, Goddess, this is too easy. As he drove a punch at her face, Jez turned sideways and let his fist
whistle past her. Then she threw her left arm "* around his left hip, holding him in what was almost an
embrace. A deadly one, though. At the same instant she slammed her left hand up to his chin, striking
with enough force to stun him.
He staggered in her arms, snarling. Bristly hairs erupted on his face.
"Sweet dreams, Fido," Jez said. She hooked her left leg around his right just below the knee and brought
him crashing to the platform. His head hit the concrete and he went limp.
Somewhere behind Jez, a sort of thin shrieking had begun. Claire. Jez ignored it, and ignored the two or
three people scrambling for the stairs- avoiding the down escalator because it was right beside Jez. She
was focused on the female werewolf, who was back on her feet.
"Do yourself a favor and don't even try anything," she said, grinning. "You're way outclassed."
The girl, who had reddish-brown hair and a feral expression, didn't answer. She simply showed her teeth
and lunged for Jez.
With both hands reaching for Jez's face. You'd think they would learn, Jez. thought. Especially after what
just happened.
Even as she was thinking it, her body was making the right moves. She grabbed the girl's leading arm
with both hands, then twisted, pulling her off balance. She took the girl down with a pull drop, flipping her
to the platform. As soon as the girl was flat Jez locked the arm she still held and began to apply leverage
against the elbow joint.
"Don't move or I'll break your elbow," she said pleasantly. The girl was writhing in pain, spitting and
struggling and hurting herself worse.
Absently, Jez noticed that Claire had stopped shrieking. She glanced up to make sure her cousin was all
right and saw that Claire was on her feet, staring openmouthed. Jez gave her a reassuring nod.
Then she looked back at the female 'wolf. Now that the fight was over she had the leisure to wonder
what was going on. There were plenty of people who might want to kill her, but she couldn't think of any
reason for them to target Claire. And they had been targeting her; Jez was sure of that.
This was no random thing. This was two 'wolves attacking a human right in public, in front of witnesses,
as if they didn't care who saw them. This was something planned, something important.
She gave the girl's arm a little twist, and the girl snarled wildly, glaring at Jez with reddish eyes full of
animal fury and hatred.
"Okay, you know what I want," Jez said. 'I need answers, and I don't have much time. What are you
doing here? Who sent you? And why do you want her?" She jerked her head toward Claire.
The girl just glared harder. Jez applied more pressure.
"Look, I can make time for this if I need to. I can do this all day. After I break this elbow I'll do the
other one. And then I'll break your ribs, and then your kneecaps-"
"Filthy halfbreed scum," the werewolf snarled.
Jez's heart gave an odd lurch.
She tried to quiet it Well, now, that was interesting. Somebody obviously knew her secret. And since
they'd been going for Claire, they knew Claire was connected with her....
They knew about her family.
Jez saw white light. She threw sudden pressure against the 'wolfs elbow joint. The girl screamed, a
sound more of anger than of pain.
"Who hired you?" Jez said softly, each word coming out like a chip of ice. "Who sent you after my
cousin?"
She stared into the reddish eyes, trying to reach into the girl's soul and yank an answer out of her.
"Nobody messes with my family," she whispered. "Whoever sent you is going to be sorry."
She couldn't ever remember feeling so angry. And she was so focused on the girl, so intent, that it wasn't
until Claire screamed that she realized someone was approaching behind her.
"Jez, watch out!"
The yell woke Jez up. Without releasing her hold on the female 'wolf, she turned around-just in
time to see a male vampire stalking her. He must have come up the down escalator.
And behind him, unbelievably, was Claire, running and getting ready for a flying tackle.
"Claire, don't!" Jez yelled. She struck the female 'wolf once, with deadly accuracy, on the side of the jaw
to knock her out. Then she sprang toward the vampire.
But Claire was already grabbing him-a completely futile and foolish gesture. He whipped around and
seized a handful of dark hair, and then he was holding Claire in a choke hold, putting her body between
him and Jez.
"One more step and I'll break her neck," he warned.
Jez skidded to a stop.
"You let go of my cousin," she spat.
"No, I really think we need to talk first," he said, the beginnings of an ugly grin on his face. "You're the
one who's going to give answers-"
Jez kicked him.
A roundhouse kick to his knees while he was busy talking. She didn't worry about keeping it nonlethal.
She only cared about breaking his hold on Claire.-
It worked. He lost his grip, stumbling sideways. Jez grabbed Claire and thrust her out of the way,
shouting "Run! The escalator's right there!"
But Claire didn't run. "I want to help you!"
"Idiot!" Jez didn't have time to say that Claire couldn't help her; could only hurt her. The vampire
had recovered and was moving toward her in fighting position.
He was big, probably over two hundred pounds. And he was a full vampire, which gave him the
advantage of strength and speed. And he was smarter than the 'wolves; he wasn't just going to lunge.
And Jez didn't have a weapon.
"Just keep behind me, okay?" she snarled under her breath to Claire.
The vampire grinned at that. He knew Jez was vulnerable. She was going to have to keep half her
attention on protecting Claire.
And then, just as he was about to make an attack, Jez heard the smack of footsteps on concrete.
Running footsteps, with a weird little hesitation between them, like somebody with a limp....
She flashed a look toward the stairs. Hugh had just rounded the top. He was out of breath and bleeding
from cuts on his face. But as soon as he saw her and the vampire he waved his arms and yelled.
"Hey! Ugly Undead! Your friend missed me! You want to have a try?"
Hugh? Jez thought in disbelief. Fighting?
"Come on, hey; I'm here; I'm easy." Hugh was hopping toward the vampire, who was also flashing looks
at him, trying to assess this new danger while not taking his focus off Jez.
"You want to go a few rounds?" Hugh dropped into a boxer's pose, throwing punches at the air. "Huh?
You want to try for the title?" All the time
he was speaking, he was dancing closer to the vampire, circling to get behind him.
Beautiful, Jez thought. All she needed was for the vampire to shift his attention for one second-just to
glance behind him once-and she could kick his face in.
It didn't work that way. Something went wrong.
The vampire tried to glance behind him. Jez saw her chance and made the kick, a high kick that snapped
his head back. But somehow instead of falling backward the vampire managed to blunder forward
straight at her. She could easily have gotten away-except for Claire.
Claire had obediently kept behind her-even when behind her meant standing right by the BART tracks,
on the yellow metal squares that marked the edge of the platform. Now, as the vampire stumbled
forward and Jez began to slide out of the way, she heard Claire gasp, felt Claire clutch at her wildly.
She knew what had happened instantly. Claire had tried to run the wrong way and was teetering on the
edge of the platform. More, she was taking Jez with her.
There was a distant rumble like thunder.
Jez knew she could save herself-by getting rid of Claire. She could use Claire's body as a springboard to
propel herself away from the drop. That way, only one of them would die.
Instead, she tried to twist and throw Claire away from her, toward safety. It didn't work. They both lost
their balance. Jez had the strange, surprised
feeling one gets in the middle of a fell-where's the ground?-and then she hit it
It was a bad fell because she was tangled with Claire. All Jez could do was try to keep Claire* away
from the third rail on the far side of the track. The impact winded both of them and Jez saw stars.
She could hear Hugh screaming her name. The distant thunder had become a roaring, whizzing sound,
carried through the tracks underneath Jez. Down here, she could feel a rattling that wasn't audible from
above. It was a noise that filled her head and shook her body.
She knew absolutely, in that instant, that they were going to die.
Both of them. Crushed to pieces under the train. The white dragon would run right over them and not
even know it.
There was simply no chance. Claire was clinging to her desperately, clawing Jez's arms hard enough to
draw blood, and gasping in the breath for a scream. And even if Jez had been a full vampire, she couldn't
have lifted Claire the four feet to the platform fast enough.
There was nothing to save them, no hope. No rescue. It was over.
All of this flashed through Jez's mind in the single instant it took her to look up and see the train bearing
down on them. Its sleek white nose was only thirty feet away, and it was braking, but nowhere near fast
enough, and this was it, the actual moment of her death, the last thoughts she would
ever think, and the last thing she would ever see was white, white, white-
Blue.
It happened all at once, filling her vision. One second she could see clearly, the next the entire world was
blue. Not just blue. Fiery, dazzling, lightning-shot blue. Like being inside some sort of science-fiction
special effect. There was blue streaming and crackling and sizzling all around her, a cocoon of blue that
enfolded her and shot past her and disappeared somewhere ahead. |
I'm dead, Jez thought. So this is what it's like. Completely different from what people say.
Then she realized that she could hear a faint shrieking sound beneath her. It was Claire. They were still
holding on to each other.
We're both dead. Or we've fallen into some kind of space warp. The rest of the world is gone. There's
just-this.
She had an impulse to touch the blue stuff, but she couldn't move because of Claire's grip on her arms. It
might not have been safe anyway. Where it flowed over her, she could feel a sort of zinging and tingling
as if all her blood were being excited. It smelled like the air after a storm.
And then it disappeared.
All at once. Not by stages. But it still took Jez several moments to see anything, because her eyes were
blinded with dark yellow after-images. They burned and danced in front of her like a new kind of
lightning, and she only gradually realized where she was.
On the train tracks. Exactly where she had been before. Except that now there was a huge, sleek BART
train two feet in front of her.
She had to tilt her head to look up at its nose? It was gigantic from this angle, a monster of white, like the
iceberg that sank the Titanic. And it was stopped dead, looking as if it had always been here, like some
mountainous landmark. As if it had never moved an inch in its history.
People were yelling.
Shrieking and yowling and making all kinds of noise. It seemed to come from far away, but when Jez
looked she could see them staring down at her. They were at the edge of the platform, waving their arms
hysterically. As Jez stared back at them, a couple jumped down to the tracks.
Jez looked down at her cousin.
Claire was dragging in huge breaths, hyperventilating, her whole body shaking in spasms. She was
staring at the train that loomed over them with eyes that showed white all around.
A loudspeaker was booming. One of the people who had jumped, a man in a security guard's uniform,
was jabbering at Jez. She couldn't understand a word he was saying.
"Claire, we've got to go now."
Her cousin just whooped in air, sobbing.
"Claire, we have to go now. Come on." Jez's whole body felt light and strange, and when she tried to
move she felt as if she were floating. But she could move. She stood up and pulled Claire with her.
She realized that somebody was calling her name.
It was the other person who had jumped to the tracks. It was Hugh. He was reaching for her. His gray
eyes were as wide as Claire's, but not wide and hysterical. Wide and still. He was the only calm person
in the crowd, beside Jez.
"Come on. Up this way," he said.
He helped her boost Claire to the platform, and then Jez scrambled up and reached down to help him.
When they were all up, Jez glanced around. She knew she was looking for something-yes. There. The
werewolves she'd knocked out. It seemed a hundred years ago, but they were still lying there.
"The other guy got away," Hugh said.
"Then we have to get out of here fast." Jez heard her own voice, sounding quiet and faraway. But she
was beginning to feel more attached to her body. Hugh was guiding Claire toward the escalator. Jez got
on the other side of Claire, and they both helped keep her on her feet.
The security guy was behind them, yelling. Jez still couldn't understand him and ignored him completely.
When they reached the lower level, she and Hugh began to walk faster, pulling Claire along with them.
They shoved Claire through the handicapped gate by the ticket window and vaulted over themselves.
From down here, Jez could see that the train was smoking all along its bottom. White smoke that sizzled
up into the muggy air.
"We can't go on the street," Hugh said. "They've got cars out there."
"The garage," Jez said.
They both headed for it, a multi-story brick building that looked dark and cool inside. They were almost
running with Claire, now, and they didn't stop until they were deep within the bowels of the garage, with
emptiness echoing all around them.
Then Jez sagged against a brick pillar. Hugh bent over with his hands on his knees. Claire simply folded
to the ground like a marionette with all its strings cut.
Jez let herself breathe for a few minutes, let her brain settle down, before slowly lowering herself beside
her cousin.
They all looked as if they'd been in an accident. Hugh's shirt was ripped and there was drying blood all
down one side of his face. Claire's hair was wildly disheveled, and there were scrapes and small cuts on
her face and arms. Jez herself had lost a lot of skin to the tracks, and her forearms were bleeding where
Claire had scratched her.
But they were alive. Beyond all hope, they were alive.
Claire looked up just then to find Jez gazing at her. They sat for several moments simply staring into each
other's eyes. Then Jez reached out to touch her cousin's cheek.
"It was you," she whispered. "All that time-and it was you."
She looked up at Hugh and began to laugh.
He looked back, his face pale in the semi-darkness. He shook his head and began to laugh, too, but
shakily.
"Oh, Goddess," he said. "I thought you were dead, there, Jez. I thought I'd lost you."
"Not while she's around, apparently," Jez said, and laughed harder. She was slightly hysterical, but she
didn't care.
Hugh's laughter sounded a little like crying. "I saw that train-and there was no way it was going to stop in
time. And then-that light. It just shot out-and the train hit it. It was like a physical thing. Like a giant
cushion. The train hit it and it squashed and the train went slower and then it kept squashing-"
Jez stopped laughing. "I wonder if the people on the train got hurt."
"I don't know." Hugh was sober now, too. "They must've gotten thrown around. It stopped so fast. But
it didn't smash. They're probably okay."
"I just-from the inside, it looked like lightning-"
"From the outside, too. I didn't imagine it would look like that-"
"I didn't know it would be so powerful. And, think about it; she's untrained-"
There they were, an Old Soul and a vampire hunter who'd seen everything the streets had to offer,
babbling like a couple of kids.
It was Claire who stopped them. She had been looking from one of them to the other, getting more and
more agitated. Now she grabbed Jez's arm.
"What are you guys talking about?"
Jez turned to her. She glanced at Hugh, then spoke gently.
"We're talking about you, Claire. You're the Wild Power."