Mercy Thompson 01-05 - THE MERCY THOMPSON COLLECTION

reaction disappointed her. Maybe she expected me to be more horrified—or intrigued.
    â€œAnd my leukemia has been in remission since 1981,” Naomi added prosaically. “Joey said she was always a little psychic, but after she became Stefan’s she could move things without touching them.”
    â€œNot much,” said Rachel. “All she could do was wiggle a spoon across the table.”
    â€œSo vampires can heal diseases?” I asked.
    Naomi shook her head. “With blood-borne diseases the vampires help a lot, things like sickle-cell anemia and a host of lesser known stuff. Stefan had some success with some of the autoimmune diseases, like MS and HIV. Except for the leukemia, though, Stefan found that he couldn’t help cancer patients—or full-blown AIDS patients like Tommy, either.”
    â€œSo Stefan was trying to create a politically correct vampire?” I asked. The idea was mind boggling. “I can see the headlines, Maligned Vampire Only Wants to Save People . Or better yet, Vampire Estates — Come to our modern community compound. We’ll heal your ills, make you stronger, and give you eternal life .”
    â€œJoin us for lunch,” contributed Rachel with a toothy smile.
    Naomi gave me a dry look. “He’s not that ambitious, I don’t think. And he’s run into problems.”
    â€œMarsilia?”
    â€œMmm.” Naomi looked thoughtful. “For a long time Marsilia was more of a figurehead than a leader. Stefan said she was pouting because she was exiled. After last winter, she began noticing more. He was hoping for her support in his efforts. Hoping she could push some of the others into more humane treatment of their menageries.”
    â€œBut…?” I started.
    â€œ But there are a lot of problems with what Stefan is trying to do. First of all, not many vampires can afford to support as many people as he is—and any less than twelve of us and we start dying. And too, most vamps cannot control as many people as Stefan. There aren’t many vampires who can make their sheep love them.” She looked pointedly at Rachel as she said the last sentence.
    â€œStefan says that the biggest problem is self-control.” Rachel said, ignoring Naomi. “Vampires are predators. They kill things.”
    Naomi nodded. “A lot of them choose not to control themselves, they say it ruins the enjoyment of their meal. But all of them lose control sometimes when they are feeding. Even Stefan.” For a moment I caught a glimpse of horror in her eyes, but she lowered her eyelids and banished it. “The longer a person belongs to a vampire, the harder it is for the vampire to keep from killing him. Stefan says that with the bound ones the urge to kill is very, very strong—and it only gets worse with time. He used to send Joey off to her family in Reno for months on end. The urge affects all vampires, not just the one the person is bound to. That’s why Stefan didn’t kill Andre outright. Daniel was bound—it could have been accidental.”
    â€œAndre’s menageries don’t last very long.” Rachel told me. “He’s never created a vampire except for Daniel because he kills them before their time.”
    I don’t know what she saw in my face, only heard her start to speak quickly—something to the effect that Andre wasn’t evil. “…not like Estelle or some of the others who like to play with their food.”
    But I wasn’t listening to her, I was looking at Daniel’s tear-streaked face. I’d only met him the once, and I recognized his scent more than his features. He was standing behind Rachel, looking at me and whispering. It took me a few seconds to realize that it had been him I’d seen curled up by the sink. I hadn’t recognized his scent then, but the dead don’t always appear to all my senses.
    Then I realized what he was saying and stopped fretting about why I hadn’t realized who he was the first time I’d seen him.
    â€œHe ate me,” he whispered in a quietly frantic voice. “He ate me.” Over and over.
    â€œWhere?” I asked coming to my feet. “Where is he, Daniel?”
    But it was no use. Daniel was no Mrs. Hanna, who had died quietly and gone on with her usual routine. Some ghosts have urgent business to conduct—stopping over for a few minutes to leave a final message of love, or anger,