Definitely Dead

a tall woman in a business suit, until she rounded a corner. Then their attention switched back to me.
    “The queen is . . . busy,” Wybert said. “When she wants you in her room, the light, it will shine.” He indicated a round light set in the wall to the right of the door.
    So I was stuck here for an indefinite time—until the light, it shone. “Do your names have a meaning? I’m guessing they’re, um, early English?” My voice petered out.
    “We were Saxons. Our fadder went from Germany to England, you call now,” Wybert said. “My name mean Bright Battle.”
    “And mine, Bright Victory,” Sigebert added.
    I remembered a program I’d seen on the History Channel. The Saxons eventually became the Anglo-Saxons and later were overwhelmed by the Normans. “So you were raised to be warriors,” I said, trying to look intelligent.
    They exchanged glances. “There was nothing else,” Sigebert said. The end of his scar wiggled when he talked, and I tried not to stare. “We were sons of war leader.”
    I could think of a hundred questions to ask them about their lives as humans, but standing in the middle of a hallway in an office building in the night didn’t seem the time to do it. “How’d you happen to become vampires?” I asked. “Or is that a tacky question? If it is, just forget I said anything. I don’t want to step on any toes.”
    Sigebert actually glanced down at his feet, so I got the idea that colloquial English wasn’t their strong suit. “This woman . . . very beautiful . . . she come to us the night before battle,” Wybert said haltingly. “She say . . . we be stronger if she . . . have us.”
    They looked at me inquiringly, and I nodded to show I understood that Wybert was saying the vampire had implied her interest was in bedding them. Or had they understood she meant to bleed them? I couldn’t tell. I thought it was a mighty ambitious vampire who would take on these two humans at the same time.
    “She did not say we only fight at night after that,” Sigebert said, shrugging to show that there had been a catch they hadn’t understood. “We did not ask plenty questions. We too eager!” And he smiled. Okay, nothing so scary as a vampire left with only his fangs. It was possible Sigebert had more teeth in the back of his mouth, ones I couldn’t see from my height, but Chester’s plentiful-though-crooked teeth had looked super in comparison.
    “That must have been a very long time ago,” I said, since I couldn’t think of anything else to say. “How long have you worked for the queen?”
    Sigebert and Wybert looked at each other. “Since that night,” Wybert said, astonished I hadn’t understood. “We are hers.”
    My respect for the queen, and maybe my fear of the queen, escalated. Sophie-Anne, if that was her real name, had been brave, strategic, and busy in her career as a vampire leader. She’d brought them over and kept them with her, in a bond that—the one whose name I wasn’t going to speak even to myself—had explained to me was stronger than any other emotional tie, for a vampire.
    To my relief, the light shone green in the wall.
    Sigebert said, “Go now,” and pushed open the heavy door. He and Wybert gave me matching nods of farewell as I walked over the threshold and into a room that was like any executive’s office anywhere.
    Sophie-Anne Leclerq, Queen of Louisiana, and a male vampire were sitting at a round table piled with papers. I’d met the queen once before, when she’d come to my place to tell me about my cousin’s death. I hadn’t noticed then how young she must have been when she died, maybe no more than fifteen. She was an elegant woman, perhaps four inches shorter than my height of five foot six, and she was groomed down to the last eyelash. Makeup, dress, hair, stockings, jewelry—the whole nine yards.
    The vampire at the table with her was her male counterpart. He wore a suit that would have paid my cable bill for a year, and he was barbered and manicured and scented until he almost wasn’t a guy any more. In my neck of the woods, I didn’t often see men so groomed. I guessed this was the new king. I wondered if he’d died in such a state; actually, I wondered if the funeral home had cleaned him up like that for his funeral, not knowing that his descent below ground was only temporary. If that had been the case, he was younger than his queen. Maybe age wasn’t the only requirement, if you were aiming to be royalty.
    There