dark angel|31

​”Besides, I’ve got you,” Gillian said cheerfully. “I mean, ordinary humans don’t have their own invisible guardians, do they?””Well.” Angel seemed to coalesce dimly beside her. From what she could see of hisface, he was frowning. “You can’t actually tell them about me. Don’t ask why; I’m not allowed to explain. But I’ll be with you, the way I always am. I’ll help you out with whatto say. Don’t worry; you’ll do fine.”Gillian wasn’t worried. She felt steeped in mystery and a sort of forbidden excitement. The whole world seemed magical and unfamiliar.Even the snow looked different, blue and almost phosphorescent. As Gillian drove through rolling farmlands, a glow appearedabove the eastern hills, and then the full moon rose, huge and throbbing with light.Deeper and deeper, she thought. She seemed to have left everything ordinary behind and to be sliding more and more quickly into an enchanted place where anything-anything at all-could happen.She wouldn’t have been surprised if Angel had directed her to pull off into some snowy clearing and lookfor a fairy ring. But when he said, “Turn here,” it was at a main road that led to the straggling outskirts of a town.”Where are we?””Sterback. Little hole-in-the-wall place-except for where we’re going. Stop here.””Here” was a nondescript building, which looked as if it had originally been Victorian.It wasn’t in very good repair.Gillian got out and looked at the moon shining on the windows. The building might have been a lodge. It was set apart from the rest of the dark and silent town. Awind had started up and she shivered.(Uh, it doesn’t look like anybody’s in there.)(Go to the door.) Angel’s voice in her mind was comforting, as always.There was no sign at the door, nothing to indicate that this was a public building. But the stained glass window above the door was faintly illuminated from the inside. The pattern seemed to be a flower. a black iris.(The Black Iris is the name of this place. It’s a dub-)Angel was interrupted by a sudden explosion. That was Gillian’s impression. For the first instant she had no idea what itwas-just a dark shape flying at her and a violent noise-and she almost fell off the porch.Then she realized that the noise was barking. A chained dog was yammering and foaming, trying to get at her.(I’ll take care of it.) Angel sounded grim, and an instant later Gillian felt something like a wave in the air.The dog dropped flat as if it had been shot.It rolled its eyes.The porch was dead silent again. Everything was silent. Gillian stood and breathed, feeling adrenaline run through her. But before she could say anything, thedoor opened behind her.A face looked out of the dimness inside the house. Gillian couldn’t make out the features, but she could see the gleam of eyes.”Who’re you?” The voice was slow and flat, not friendly. “What do you want?”Gillian followed Angel’s whispered words.”I’m Gillian of the Harman clan, and I want in. It’s cold out here.””A Harman?””I’m a Hearth-Woman, a daughter of Hellewise, and if you don’t let me in, you stupid werewolf, I’mgoing to do to you what I did to your cousin there.” She stuck out a gloved finger toward the cringing dog. (Werewolf? Angel, there are real werewolves?)(I told you. All the legendary creatures.) Gillian felt an odd sinking. She had no idea why, and she continued to do just as Angel said. But somehow her stomach was knotting tighter and tighter.The door opened slowly. Gillian stepped into a dim hall and the door slammed shut again with a curiously final sound.”Didn’t recognize you,” the figure beside her said. “Thought you might be vermin.””I forgive you,” Gillian said, and pulled off her gloves at Angel’s direction.”Downstairs?”He nodded and she followed him to a door which led to a stairway. As soon as the door opened, Gillian heard music.She descended, feeling extremely… subterranean. The basement was deeper than most basements.And bigger. It was like a whole new world down there.It wasn’t much brighter than upstairs, and there were no windows. It seemed like an old place; there wasa shuffleboard pattern on the cold tile floorand a faint smell of mildew and moisture. But it was alive with people. There were figures sitting on chairs dumped around the borders of the room and more gathered around a pool table at one end. There were figures in front of a couple of ancient looking pinball machines and figures clustered at what looked like a home bar.Gillian headed for the bar. She could feel eyes on her every step of the way.She felt too small and too young as she perched precariously on one of the bar stools. She rested her elbows on the counter and tried to slow her heart down.The figure behind the bar turned toward her. It was a guy, maybe in his twenties. Hestepped forward and Gillian saw his face.Shock rippled through her. There was something… wrong with him. Not that he was hideously ugly or that he would have caused a commotion if he got on a bus. Maybe it was something Gillian sensed through her new powers and not through her eyes at all. But the impression she got was that his face looked wrong. Tainted bycold dark thoughts that made Tanya’s scheming mind look like a sunlit garden.Gillian couldn’t help her recoil. And the bar guy saw it.”You’re new,” he said. The dark and cold seemed to grow in him and she realized hewas enjoying her fear. “Where are you from?”Angel was shouting instructions at her.”I’m a Harman,” Gillian said as steadily as she could. “And-you’re right. I’m new.”(Good, kid. Don’t let him bully you! Now you’re going to explain to them just exactlywho you are-)


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