Pomegranates full and fine by Don Bassingthwaite

Author:Don Bassingthwaite [Bassingthwaite, Don]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Don Bassingthwaite
Published: 2011-12-22T22:56:43+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

At twilight, halted by the brook:

And for the first time in her life Began to listen and look.

The bright sunlight of midafternoon came streaming down on Tango’s face. She groaned, first flinging an arm across her face in an effort to block it out, then rolling over and burying her face in the pillows of Riley’s bed. Trying to go back to sleep. The stresses of the morning and the night before had exhausted her.

After Miranda had run away, Tango, still riding the wave of her anger, had turned to the other vampires and advanced on them. The vampire in the leather jacket

— Matt — had taken one look at her, then called the others off. A smart move. The pack had piled quickly into Miranda’s car and gotten it going, either through the luck of Miranda’s keys in the ignition or a quick hotwire. Tango had been left behind on the curb, screaming her anger at them. She had thrown Miranda’s fallen cellular phone after them, hurling it hard enough to send it crashing through the rear window of the car. And then she had sat down on the curb, head in her unsteady hands, and slowly pushed back her terrible rage.

She felt betrayed. Miranda had lied to her. Tango had thought that she could trust the vampire. She had seemed so different from other vampires that Tango had known. Eager. Vulnerable. That Miranda had been part of the penny murders the whole time sickened her. That she had thrown the secret of Tango’s own past back in her teeth disgusted her even more.

Her anger and lust for the vampire’s death had felt good.

Tango shivered. It was almost as it had been in those first years after she had stopped being Shiv. She wanted the Rapture so badly it almost seemed like her need was trying.to take control of her body. She locked the Rapture away once more, reminding herself of her promise. She wouldn't kill again. Ah, her soul whispered, but wouldn’t it be nice, too? Those dark desires seethed beneath her skin.

She had walked over to the mouth of the alley, forcing herself to look at the couple that the vampires had murdered. They were beaten to death, their facial features virtually unrecognizable. That was death. Ugly. Not transcendent. Not beautiful. There was no Glamour in it. Because it wasn’t done right. Tango had gritted her teeth and looked up at the apartment windows that faced into the alley. They were dark. No one was stirring. Could everyone really have slept through the murders and the fight? If they hadn’t, could they really have been ignoring them so coldly? She had gone inside to call the police from Riley’s apartment, then back outside to wait for them and to keep watch over the murder scene.

It had taken the arrival of the cruisers and ambulances to bring the apartment building to life. The police had strung yellow plastic tape everywhere, dropping the big rolls over their nightsticks so they could unwind them more easily.

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