Bitter Blood (Book 13) by Caine Rachel

Author:Caine, Rachel [Caine, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Juvenile Fiction, Horror & Ghost Stories, Speculative Fiction, Paranormal
ISBN: 9781101602676
Publisher: NAL
Published: 2012-11-06T08:00:00+00:00

It was not just dark in the lab. It was profoundly, elementally black. This far below ground, and with the entrance sealed anyway, it felt like being sealed into a tomb. Claire felt the portal snap shut behind her, and for a moment she was tempted to turn around and wish herself home, immediately, but that wouldn’t help. She still wouldn’t know.

There was a master switch to the power, and by carefully watching her footing (Myrnin hadn’t bothered to clear up the leaning piles of books or the scattered trip hazards), she found her way to the far wall, next to a musty old mummy case she’d always assumed was a genuine thing—because it was Myrnin’s. She’d never opened it. Knowing Myrnin, there could be anything inside, from a body he’d forgotten about to his dirty laundry.

She threw the master switch up, and lights flared on. Machines started up around the lab with a chorus of hums, pops, crackles, and musical tones. The laptop she’d bought for Myrnin booted up in the corner and glowed reassuringly. At least one beaker started bubbling, though she couldn’t see why.

But there was absolutely no trace of Myrnin.

She stopped at the table where she’d left the device she’d been working on; it was still there, covered over with the sheet. Myrnin hadn’t taken it with him, and he hadn’t made any more of his suspiciously accurate adjustments to it, either. For a moment, Claire debated sticking it in her backpack—she couldn’t leave it here, gathering dust, not when she was close to it actually starting to work—but the weight was pretty extreme, and she needed to look around more.

She’d come back, she decided, and flipped the sheet back into place.

Claire edged past a pile of boxes and crates in the corner and opened the door in the back—or tried to. Locked. She rooted around through drawers until she came up with a set of keys, which contained everything from ancient, rusty skeleton models to modern gleaming ones. She sorted through, eyeing the lock, and tried likely candidates until she found one that fit and turned. The door swung silently open on Myrnin’s bedroom. She’d stayed in it before (without him, of course) when she’d been confined to the lab on punishment duty, so she was well familiar with the contents. Nothing seemed different. The bed had been mussed, pillows tossed to the floor, and drawers were hanging open, but she couldn’t tell—as always—if it was normal, or some kind of panic-packing frenzy.

There was no note. Nothing to tell her whether Myrnin was just temporarily out, or gone for good. She couldn’t believe that he’d just…leave. Just like that.

“Frank?” Claire walked out of the bedroom into the main lab. “Frank, can you hear me?” Frankenstein, Shane called him. Frank Collins had, once upon a time, been Shane’s dad—maybe not a good one, but still. Then he’d been turned vampire, against his will. Then he had died, and Myrnin had decided to scavenge his brain and use it to power the town’s master computer.

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