I happened to be looking at the precise moment when George Kulick's spirit left Sligo's body. I saw a brief ripple in the air just over where Sligo lay on the blood-soaked floor, and I thought that might be Kulick's departure. Then Sligo started screaming, and I was certain.
I call it "screaming," but what Sligo was doing sounded more like loud croaking, and it just went on and on. It's hard to scream when you don't have a tongue, or lips or… well, you get the idea.
I don't know where Kulick went, except that he never returned. He'd saidsomething, back at the parking garage, about being intrigued by the afterlife. I guess he went off to see for himself.
Fuck both of them. I needed to reach Christine, who was still tied and hanging upside down from the ceiling, bleeding from the stomach puncture as well as the three symbols carved into her flesh. I had to get her loose, and find help for her. Hell, everybody left alive in that room needed help, including me. I tried to look for my cell phone, but every turn of my head brought the vertigo back. Fuck the phone, then.
Karl still lay in the position he'd landed in. It didn't look like he was still among the living, but I needed to know for sure. I tried to stand, and fell forward on my face. Tried again, with the same result. I'd decided to crawl, all the way to Karl and then to Christine, when I saw Rachel Proctor stir.
I hadn't even been sure she was alive.
Rachel moved her legs a little, then a little more. Then she gave the kind of groan you might hear from somebody waking up after a three-day bender. I managed to croak, "Rachel." Even that much made my head throb.
She started at my voice, then slowly rolled over until she was facing me, from maybe ten feet away.
Her eyes were open. They were Rachel's gray eyes, and they were open and they looked sane. I felt my heart lift a little, for the first time since I'd burst into this accursed place.
Rachel blinked a few times, then her gaze went vague, as if she was listening for something. "Kulick," she whispered, looking at me. "Is he really…?"
"Yeah, Rachel, he's gone… For good, I think."
"Thank the Goddess," she said, sounding like she meant it. She sat up slowly, and looked around the part of the pump house that was in her view. Fortunately, her back was to the altar area and the atrocities it contained, and she hadn't turned that way yet.
"Where are we, Stan?" she asked. "And why is it so damn bright in here?"
Sligo had stopped his inhuman bleating a little while ago. Maybe he'd passed out from blood loss. But now he gave another of those hoarse-sounding croaks that were his version of a scream.
"Aaah!" Rachel jumped, if you can jump sitting down, then started turning to look behind her. "What the fuck was-"
"Rachel! Look at me!"
She turned back quickly. "What is it Stan? What's wrong?"
"Don't look back there, yet. Please."
"Why? What's-" She started to turn again.
" Rachel!"
God, that made my head throb.
She looked at me again, eyes wide with concern.
"What, Stan? What's the-"
"Rachel, I'm not… tracking too well. I'm concussed, pretty bad. Maybe I can't… explain stuff as well as normal, okay?"
"Sure, but if you're concussed-"
" Will you fucking listen to me?" Bad idea, yelling. Oh, God, my head… "Sorry, I'm sorry, but there's something… behind you, that I don't… want you to see, yet. It's what's making that… sound. There's no danger, honest."
"All right, Stan. Whatever you say." Rachel spoke in the soothing tones you use with a lunatic. Who knows – maybe she was right.
"Short version: we're in the pump house, Lake Scranton Dam. Sligo… guy Kulick was after, was gonna do some big ritual, become a super-vampire."
"A what? A super… what?"
"Later. This is… short version, okay? When ick got here, he left your body… went into Sligo's. That's the guy… tortured Kulick, remember that?"
"Remember it? I lived it, through Kulick's memories."
"Right, sorry. Okay, so Kulick left you, then… possessed… Sligo. Took control. Then – payback time."
"You mean, he…? Oh, dear Goddess, no!"
"Yeah. He made Sligo… use a silver knife on himself. It's bad, Rachel – real bad. Then Kulick split… left Sligo still alive. That's him you hear. I think he's trying to scream."
"Stan, we've got to help the poor man-"
"Might not say… 'poor man,' if you knew… But we'll help him, in a minute. First, think you can help me… sit up?"
"Sure. Come on." Rachel got one arm around my shoulders and lifted. I assisted as much as I could, and then I was sitting up again. The vertigo came back, but then receded. Progress, I guess.
"Now, check on Karl," I said. "Please."
"Karl? Your partner?"
"Over there." I pointed. "Behind the pillar. I think maybe he's…" I couldn't finish the sentence.
Rachel said, "Can you stay upright by yourself?"
"Think so," I said. "If not, doesn't matter. Not far… to fall. Now go."
She hustled over to where Karl lay so still. I saw her press two fingers against his neck, frown, then try another spot.
No pulse. He's gone. Jeez, Karl, goddamn fucking "Stan? He's alive."
With an effort, I pulled myself out of my wallow. " What? You sure? "
"I'm getting a pulse, but it's weak, and fast. He's hurt bad, Stan. I think his… back is broken, and he's been bleeding from the nose and mouth. Internal injuries. He needs a hospital, and quick!"
"See if you can find my phone," I said. "It's around here… someplace. Gotta be. Must've been jarred loose, when I hit the wall."
Rachel started casting about the floor, looking. At least, it wasn't hard to see in there, with all of Sligo's fucking lights.
"I don't see it, Stan. Are you sure you had it with you?"