{"id":6488,"date":"2015-11-06T08:00:26","date_gmt":"2015-11-06T14:00:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/?page_id=6488"},"modified":"2017-05-23T22:23:21","modified_gmt":"2017-05-24T03:23:21","slug":"midnight-marked-chapter-one","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.chloeneill.com\/?page_id=6488","title":{"rendered":"Midnight Marked – Chapter One"},"content":{"rendered":"

Chapter One<\/strong><\/p>\n

Late April<\/em>
\nChicago, Illinois<\/em><\/p>\n

\"Midnight_Marked\"<\/a>I stood at the corner of Clark and Addison in jeans and a Cubs T-shirt, my long hair pulled into a ponytail through a vintage Cubs cap.<\/p>\n

At a quick glance, I probably didn\u2019t look much different from the thousands of humans around me. But I was a vampire, and I\u2019d caught the devil\u2019s eye. So there was a House medal around my neck, a Master vampire beside me, and a dagger tucked into one of my boots.<\/p>\n

I stared up at the building, excited as a kid at her first baseball game. The famous red marquee glowed over the hologram of Harry Caray smiling behind thick black glasses that was projected onto the sidewalk.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d been a vampire for three hundred and eighty-four days. This was going to be one of the best of those, because I was home.<\/p>\n

For the first time since becoming a vampire, I was at Wrigley Field.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you need to take a moment, Sentinel?\u201d<\/p>\n

I ignored the teasing tone of the man who stood beside me, the four-hundred-year-old Master vampire who ruled Chicago\u2019s Cadogan House and the parts of my heart that weren\u2019t devoted to great books and good pizza.<\/p>\n

I turned to give him a pithy look, expecting to see sarcasm on his face. But there was something softer in those deep-set green eyes. Love tinged with amusement. His hair, thick and gold like summer silk, was tied at the nape of his neck, showing off knife\u2019s-edge cheekbones and a square chin. And although he wasn\u2019t much of a baseball fan, and even though we lived on Chicago\u2019s South Side, he wore a vintage Cubbies shirt that fit his lean body like a very fortunate glove. Ethan Sullivan didn\u2019t wear casual clothes very often, but he wore them as well as he did his bespoke, thousand-dollar suits.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am taking a moment,\u201d I said with a grin. \u201cQuit distracting me.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHeaven forbid I should do that,\u201d he said knowingly, putting a hand at my back.<\/p>\n

\u201cCould you possibly goggle from a booth? I am absolutely starving.\u201d<\/p>\n

For once, I wasn\u2019t the one asking to eat. That honor belonged to my best friend, newlywed Mallory Carmichael Bell.<\/p>\n

I was still getting used to the name change.<\/p>\n

I glanced back at her, her hair as deeply blue as the Cubs\u2019s logo, her petite frame tucked into skinny jeans and a snug blue and red save ferris T-shirt. \u201cDidn\u2019t you eat a granola bar in the car?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI did,\u201d she said, \u201cbut it\u2019s the only thing I\u2019ve eaten today. I spent half the day bitching at the Order for its record-keeping failure,\u201d she grumbled. \u201cAnyway, I\u2019m starving.\u201d<\/p>\n

The Order was the official, if surprisingly incompetent, union of American sorcerers. It wasn\u2019t the kind of complaint you\u2019d expect to hear in front of Wrigley Field, but it wasn\u2019t unusual for our group. Two vampires, two sorcerers, and all four of us trying to nail the city\u2019s most powerful financial and political mogul, who also happened to be the leader of the city\u2019s criminal underground. Our enemy was Adrien Reed, and his organization was known as the Circle. He had supernatural minions, including a sorcerer of his own who\u2019d used his impressive power to transform a vampire into the Master whom Ethan had believed was long dead.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s discuss the details away from the crowd,\u201d said the sorcerer beside Mallory. Her husband, Catcher Bell, was tall and leanly muscular, with shorn hair, green eyes, and a generous mouth currently pulled into a line as he scanned the crowd for threats.<\/p>\n

He wasn\u2019t the only one looking. Ethan had informed the Cubs we\u2019d be attending the game, and given the welcome cadogan house! message on the marquee, they\u2019d decided not to be shy about it. We had to be on our best behavior\u2014and our highest alert.<\/p>\n

The evening at the ballpark had been Ethan\u2019s idea\u2014a few hours of normalcy in a month that had involved a mysterious evildoer from Ethan\u2019s past and a new evildoer who believed he could lie, cheat, and steal with impunity. We\u2019d temporarily thwarted Reed, but he\u2019d promised us another round. We were looking forward to the battle, and we were determined this inning would be the last.<\/p>\n

Also, my birthday was in a few days. I\u2019d officially turn twenty-nine, although I still looked twenty-seven and three-quarters and would for the rest of my potentially immortal life. There\u2019d been a time when I wasn\u2019t comfortable with the fact that Ethan had made me a vampire\u2014it had been necessary because of a violent attack by another vampire, and not of my choosing\u2014but I\u2019d worked through those issues.<\/p>\n

My vampire senses were strong. I\u2019d filtered them heavily because we were surrounded by so many people, but I still heard my name and Ethan\u2019s whispered around us by humans who recognized us from newspaper articles and Internet sites. Ethan had his own fandom; EthanSullivanIsMyMaster.net was a very real thing. Given the e-mails the House\u2019s Initiate Liaison and social secretary, Helen, had intercepted on my behalf, he wasn\u2019t the only one with fans. Personally, I found all of it unnerving. Flattering, but unnerving.<\/p>\n

As to the real-world threats, Ethan had ordered me not to be brave, not to engage anyone unless absolutely necessary. Since protecting him and the House was my solemn responsibility as Sentinel, we undoubtedly had different definitions of \u201cabsolutely necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhere are we eating?\u201d Mallory asked, glancing at the restaurants arranged around the ballpark. The neighborhood had always been crowded on game day, but recent renovations had spawned more bars and pubs and brought out more people.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomeplace familiar,\u201d Ethan said, then glanced at me. \u201cIf you\u2019re ready?\u201d<\/p>\n

I grabbed Ethan\u2019s wrist, checked his gleaming steel watch. Tonight\u2019s game was a rare late-night matchup at Wrigley sponsored by a battery company that was giving away Cubs flashlights.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ve got an hour and a half,\u201d I said as Ethan adjusted his watch again. \u201cAnd I\u2019m going to get one of those damn flashlights.\u201d Since we were awake only at night and usually on a Mission to Save the Vampires and Humans of Chicago Even If They Didn\u2019t Appreciate It, a flashlight would most certainly come in handy. And a Cubs light? Total score.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll do everything in my power to get you one,\u201d Ethan said. \u201cWe\u2019re going to Temple Bar.\u201d<\/p>\n

I brightened. Temple Bar was Cadogan\u2019s official watering hole and only a couple of blocks away from Wrigley. I hadn\u2019t had a chance to visit in months.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey have food?\u201d Catcher asked.<\/p>\n

Ethan smiled knowingly. \u201cThey\u2019ve ordered pizza in the event Merit was hungry. I understand cream cheese and double bacon is on the menu.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know me too well,\u201d I said. I really wanted one of those flashlights, but I could still appreciate an hour of deep dish with friends. Besides, cream cheese and double bacon was my favorite topping combination\u2014a culinary concoction that could cure most ills, at least in my bacon-addled opinion.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s get moving,\u201d Mallory said. \u201cBecause God forbid Merit doesn\u2019t get her flashlight.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey sell flashlights everywhere,\u201d Catcher muttered as Mallory slipped her arm into his and we crossed the street toward the bar.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t get it,\u201d she said, patting his arm, then glanced over her shoulder. \u201cHusbands. Am I right?\u201d<\/p>\n

God, it was weird to hear her say that.<\/p>\n

# # #<\/p>\n

Temple Bar was a narrow building full of brass, wood, and Cubs memorabilia. The paneled walls were lined with vintage pennants, T-shirts, and game balls, and they\u2019d added a line of bleacher seats scavenged from Wrigley during the renovation. High-top tables and leather booths filled the space, and they\u2019d added a pool table. The bar was packed with vampires in Cubs gear, their supernaturalness obvious from the buzz of magic that electrified the air.<\/p>\n

Sean, one of the two vampire brothers who managed the place, rang the brass bell that hung behind the bar. The patrons turned their heads toward the sound.<\/p>\n

\u201cMaster on the premises!\u201d Sean yelled cheerfully, pointing toward Ethan with his free hand.<\/p>\n

The bar exploded with cheers and applause as vampires turned in their seats, craning to get a look at their Master. I took for granted how often I saw Ethan, whether personally or professionally. To the other Cadogan Novitiates, being near him socially was a rarity, a treat. They smiled as we walked in, their gazes still slightly suspicious when they got to Mallory. She\u2019d mostly redeemed herself to the House after a troubling history, but vampires had long memories.<\/p>\n

We headed to a four-top. Sean\u2019s brother, Colin, came around the bar, white towel slung over his shoulder. Sean was younger than his brother, but both looked as if they\u2019d stepped out of an Irish travel brochure: tall and lanky, with red hair, blue eyes, and ruddy complexions.<\/p>\n

\u201cLiege,\u201d Colin said, giving Ethan a little bow, then smiling at me. \u201cIt\u2019s been too long,\u201d he added, playfully squeezing my shoulder. \u201cWhat\u2019s the occasion?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMerit\u2019s first post-fang game at Wrigley,\u201d Sean said, setting a pizza box, paper plates, and napkins in the middle of the table. The scents of spicy sauce, smoky bacon, and cheese filled the air, and the box had one of my favorite words printed across it in bold red letters\u2014saul\u2019s. Not just my favorite kind of pizza, but from my favorite pizza place in Chicago. Ethan had really gone above and beyond.<\/p>\n

Thank you, I said, slipping him a glance. I appreciate the effort.<\/p>\n

You\u2019ll appreciate it more later, he said, with a wickedness in his eyes that promised delightful things to come\u2014even if the Cubs didn\u2019t pull out a win.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, well,\u201d Colin said, glancing at me. \u201cThat\u2019s worth a drink on the house. You\u2019re a gin and tonic girl, right?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI am,\u201d I agreed. \u201cAnd that sounds great.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cDone,\u201d he said, and looked at Ethan. \u201cSire?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ethan had gotten an upgrade, at least in title, when he became a member of the Assembly of American Masters, a newly created organization intended to give American vampires control of their futures. So far, they\u2019d been very low-drama, which was a nice change from their predecessor.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ll have what she\u2019s having.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI knew you\u2019d trust my judgment eventually.\u201d<\/p>\n

Catcher snorted. \u201cAbout food pairings, anyway.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA Novitiate takes what a Novitiate can get,\u201d Colin said with a wink. He took Catcher\u2019s and Mallory\u2019s orders, left us with pizza. We exchanged shrewd looks, waiting for someone to make the first move toward a slice.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m not waiting for your people to play supernatural rock-paper-scissors,\u201d Mallory said, spinning the box so its maw opened toward her, and sliding a piece onto a plate.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhich would be what, exactly?\u201d Ethan wondered.<\/p>\n

She paused, chewed contemplatively, then raised two fingers in a \u201cV,\u201d curled them into would-be claws, and wiggled them like she was sprinkling a spell over us. \u201cVampire-shifter-sorcerer,\u201d she said. \u201cYou can call it \u2018VSS.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI think you just invented a meme,\u201d I said, impressed.<\/p>\n

\u201cOf course I did. I\u2019m awesome. Pass me the cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n

We\u2019d nearly finished the pizza when Catcher gestured toward the pool table. \u201cYou play?\u201d he asked Ethan.<\/p>\n

\u201cEvery now and again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou up for a match?\u201d<\/p>\n

Ethan glanced back at me, eyebrows lifted.<\/p>\n

I looked at the clock. We\u2019d eaten quickly, still had time before the game started. I would have been perfectly fine getting to the stadium early, watching players warm up and fans file in, balancing Chicago dogs and phones and beers as they did so. But when Ethan glanced longingly at the table\u2019s immaculate green felt and curvy baroque legs, I knew I was lost.<\/p>\n

\u201cGo for it,\u201d I said, then cocked my head. \u201cAlthough I didn\u2019t know you played.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not a hustler,\u201d he said, with a smidge of indignancy. \u201cBut I play as well as I Master.\u201d<\/p>\n

Insecurity was not a trait Ethan was familiar with. \u201cIn that case, have fun.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou think he\u2019s going to school Catcher?\u201d Mallory asked as they made their way through the crowd to the pool table.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I said. That was true enough, although Ethan didn\u2019t do much without a plan for victory\u2014or at least an exit strategy.<\/p>\n

I watched him, tall and rangy, select a pool cue, test its weight, and check its flexibility. A pair of vampires rose from their seats near the bar, wandered over to say hello. Blond hair tucked behind his ears, the cue he\u2019d selected in hand, Ethan shook the vampires\u2019 hands, then introduced Catcher. They chatted as Catcher racked the balls, and they prepared to play.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill Catcher throw a fit if he loses?\u201d I asked. He was the generally grouchy type. I liked him very much.<\/p>\n

\u201cCatcher thrives on moderation and reasoned action.\u201d<\/p>\n

I snorted. \u201cAnd Ethan is humble and operates the House as a democracy.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo we\u2019re both full of shit,\u201d she said, then cast her gaze toward her well-toned husband. \u201cIf he loses, it serves him right for challenging a vampire in his own place.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cMaybe not the wisest move,\u201d I agreed.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway,\u201d she said, scooting closer, \u201cI\u2019m glad they\u2019ve gone. Now we can talk.\u201d<\/p>\n

Given the drama of the last few weeks, I assumed she had bad news about evil or magic, and prepared myself for the worst.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m afraid the sex is going to become stale.\u201d<\/p>\n

Colin arrived with fresh drinks\u2014a Manhattan for Mallory, another G&T for me. For one last, peaceful moment, I squeezed the lime into the glass, licked lip-puckering juice from my thumb. And then I took a drink, put the glass down on the table again, and did what I had to do. I invited her to talk to me about sex with Catcher.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy do you think it\u2019s going to become stale?\u201d<\/p>\n

She leaned toward me, arms folded on the table. \u201cI mean, I don\u2019t know. We\u2019re married, and it\u2019s good. It\u2019s really good. And frequent.\u201d<\/p>\n

I knew I\u2019d regret it, but couldn\u2019t help asking. \u201cHow frequent?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAt least daily. Sometimes more so. We\u2019re naked a lot,\u201d she said matter-of-factly.<\/p>\n

\u201cI would guess so.\u201d And I was doubly glad I didn\u2019t share her town house anymore. Mallory owned the place, and I\u2019d been her roommate before I moved into Cadogan House. When Catcher moved in, there\u2019d been a lot of naked canoodling in the public areas, including the kitchen. I, for one, hadn\u2019t needed to see Omelet \u00e0 la Catcher\u2019s Naked Ass. \u201cSo, it sounds like things are fine right now?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThey totally are. I guess that\u2019s the part that worries me. It\u2019s just, I love who we are right now. And I know part of being married is becoming \u2018comfortable\u2019 with each other. I just don\u2019t want us to become so comfortable that we\u2019re basically just roommates or something. I want to keep that spark alive.\u201d She looked over at him, her eyes shining with love\u2014and a little glazed with lust. And Catcher was alpha male in and out, front and back, and all the way through to the other side.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, I don\u2019t think that will be a problem,\u201d I concluded.<\/p>\n

\u201cI mean, we can\u2019t keep our hands off each other. That\u2019s why we were late,\u201d she said, winging up her eyebrows.<\/p>\n

We\u2019d picked up Mallory and Catcher in one of the House\u2019s enormous black SUVs, since Ethan\u2019s personal vehicle\u2014a sleek black Ferrari\u2014had been destroyed in a car chase with one of Reed\u2019s cronies.<\/p>\n

So they\u2019d been at it while we were sitting outside on the curb, completely unawares.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell,\u201d I said after a stiff drink, \u201ceven if the pace, let\u2019s say, does slow down, being comfortable with each other is pretty awesome.\u201d<\/p>\n

I glanced at Ethan, who was standing on the other side of the table, cue in hand like the pike his Swedish countrymen might have used. \u201cHaving someone get you is pretty amazing.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe does get you, and that\u2019s important.\u201d She grinned. \u201cBut you can\u2019t tell me Darth Sullivan doesn\u2019t show you his \u2018Dark Side\u2019 regularly.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re ruining Star Wars for me. But to your point, yeah.\u201d I grinned. \u201cHe\u2019s plenty skilled with his, you know\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re trying not to say \u2018light saber,\u2019 but you really want to.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI really do.\u201d I waved my hands for finality. \u201cLet\u2019s just say he\u2019s got one and he knows how to use it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cKatana. Broadsword. Saber.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe were supposed to be discussing Catcher,\u201d I reminded her. \u201cAnd since I\u2019ve seen his, ahem, broadsword plenty of times, I can verify he\u2019s got one. I think every relationship has its ups and downs, its arcs. Sometimes rampant nakedness while a girl is trying to prep her damn Ramen noodles.\u201d<\/p>\n

Mallory snorted into her drink. \u201cThey aren\u2019t good for you anyway. Too much sodium.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m immortal,\u201d I pointed out.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are that,\u201d she said. \u201cI hope you\u2019re right. Do you think you and Darth Sullivan will be able to keep the spark alive six or seven hundred years from now?\u201d<\/p>\n

Immortality wasn\u2019t something I thought about often, mostly because I couldn\u2019t really imagine it. Ethan had been alive for nearly four hundred years. He\u2019d seen war, violence, famine, and empires come and go. Assuming I stayed away from the business end of an aspen stake, I could see all that and more. But the expanse of time wasn\u2019t something I could easily wrap my mind around.<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d I said honestly. \u201cI can\u2019t imagine not wanting him, but immortality is a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd if he proposes?\u201d<\/p>\n

He\u2019d hinted about it enough, preparing me for its inevitability, that \u201cif\u201d was really a conservative estimate. \u201cWhen he proposes,\u201d I said, \u201cand if I say yes, then the decision is made. The deal is done, and there\u2019s no going back.\u201d<\/p>\n

I smiled at that. Immortality intimidated me; commitment did not.<\/p>\n

\u201cGood,\u201d Mallory said, then clinked her glass against mine in a toast. \u201cLet\u2019s drink to commitment. To the grouchy-ass men we love, who really should worship at our feet.\u201d She grinned wickedly. \u201cAnd do, when the incentive\u2019s right.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI feel like we\u2019re getting dangerously close to naked Catcher territory again.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019re only territory adjacent,\u201d she said with a wink. She put her glass down, looked at me for a few seconds. She smiled softly, as if she knew all the world\u2019s secrets.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cNothing. Just thinking about how much we\u2019ve changed. Vampires, sorcerers, two sexy-as-hell and utterly egotistical men. An awkward adjustment for you, and a detour into darkness for me. And yet here we are, having a drink and preparing to go see the Cubbies.\u201d She clinked her glass against mine. \u201cI\u2019d say we turned out pretty good.\u201d<\/p>\n

I couldn\u2019t argue with that.<\/p>\n

# # #<\/p>\n

Ethan came out strong from the break and nearly ran the table. It was an inadvertent cue bump by a Novitiate who\u2019d had a little too much to drink that spoiled the plan. The Novitiate was apologetic, but what was done was done. Her slip gave Catcher control of the table, and control it he did. He called each shot, nailed each shot, and when he was done, left Ethan staring at the wreckage.<\/p>\n

Or so Catcher told the story. Given that his ego nearly matched Ethan\u2019s in size and strength, I guessed the truth was somewhere in between.<\/p>\n

When we\u2019d wrapped up and were prepared to (finally!) head to the stadium, Colin refused Ethan\u2019s money and tried to shoo us out of the bar; Ethan, ever strategic, managed to slip bills to Sean on the sly. He preferred to pay his debts.<\/p>\n

We emerged into the glorious spring night, the crowd bristling with energy and the sheer joy of being outside after a hard Midwestern winter. And, of course, the possibility of destroying the Cardinals on our home turf.<\/p>\n

Ethan held my hand as we followed Catcher and Mallory through the crowd to the gate. Our seats were on the third-base side, which had been my favorite spot for an afternoon of baseball.<\/p>\n

Ethan glanced back at me, green eyes glowing. I didn\u2019t think he was much of a baseball fan. Maybe it was vicarious excitement, because I was probably elated enough for both of us. Or maybe he was pumped about the free flashlights. Because I certainly was.<\/p>\n

Are you ready for this, Sentinel? Ethan asked silently, using the telepathic link between us, forged when he\u2019d made me a vampire that night a year ago.<\/p>\n

I smiled back at him. I am bursting with excitement.<\/p>\n

He took my hand, and we walked down the street just like two humans, a couple on their way to a night at the ballpark.<\/p>\n

Mallory stopped short and turned back toward us, her expression tight, her gaze focused on something behind us. People grunted and cursed as the stream of people was forced to divert around her, and then us, when we reached her.<\/p>\n

\u201cDid you feel that?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cFeel what?\u201d Catcher said, looking around to find the threat she\u2019d seemed to identify.<\/p>\n

\u201cSomething magic. Something bad.\u201d Without another word, she began walking away from the stadium. We fell into step behind her, dodging through the stream of fans headed into the stadium as we moved toward Temple Bar.<\/p>\n

But she passed the bar, kept going until she turned into the wide alley that ran beneath the trestle that held up the tracks for the Red Line.<\/p>\n

\u201cMallory!\u201d Catcher called out, and we darted after her into the alley.<\/p>\n

The smell of death\u2014overripe and cruel and undeniable\u2014spilled out from the darkness. Something had met a very ugly end here.<\/p>\n

Or someone, I realized, glancing at the body on the ground.<\/p>\n

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