“Humans are fully capable of committing a massacre,” Illium murmured. “And how hard would it be to wipe out a settlement if everyone knew and trusted you?”
The other man rubbed his jaw. “Fifty or so people . . . it’s not that many, Aodhan. Especially given that a number were elderly, and a few children. A single man could have done it. Invite a whole bunch for dinner, poison or drug them, and take care of the others in the night.”
“He’d have had to behead or remove the heart from the vampires.” Aodhan considered that. “Doable. Vampires sleep, especially the less powerful type of vampires who’d have made their home in a small town like this.”
“Fei must’ve gotten lucky, seen something, run.” Illium’s voice was grim. “No wonder she’s all but mute: imagine seeing your neighbor skinning people you knew, perhaps loved.”
“Could be she tried to find help, only to realize she was the sole survivor.”
“Maybe,” Illium postulated, “she wasn’t in the village when this took place. She talked about wanting to go home. What if she was out foraging for mushrooms or checking rabbit traps in the forest, and ran late?”
“And everyone was dead by then.”
They both stood, thought that over.
Awful as it was to imagine, a single mortal madman could have done this. It also made sense that, in his home, he’d cleaned up only enough so that the carnage wouldn’t be obvious to a visitor.
All the better to lure people inside.
Which made Aodhan think of another possibility. “He could’ve invited people over one by one. Time it well enough and the living residents would just assume they were out foraging, working inside their homes, or sleeping.”
“Can you imagine the terror of the ones left at the end? They’d have known something was wrong but not what.”
“Let’s go through the other places again now that we know he focused on hiding the evidence of what he was doing,” he said to Illium. “I think he got careless here because it was his home—a place where he had full control.”
This time around, they found more evidence of a stealthy slaughter. A cushion placed over a small stain on a sofa, a kitchen rug thrown over evidence of blood, a door pushed back to the wall to hide the fact that the back of it was finely splattered in gore. You could easily dismiss it as nothing but dirt at first glance.
Still, it wasn’t much, not given the scale of the slaughter.
The two of them ended up back in the center of the street after completing their second inspection.
“It took time and effort to clean up, skin, and butcher people.” Aodhan couldn’t believe he was saying those words, but they couldn’t hide from the ugliness of what had gone on here. “A lot of work for a single mortal.”
“We don’t know the timeframe over which it took place,” Illium pointed out. “He could’ve also kept Fei captive—or she could’ve been wandering lost and disoriented in the forest. She was very thin.”
Aodhan looked around again. “Do you believe it?”
The gold of Illium’s eyes was bright even in the dull light of the day now that the sun had been totally eclipsed by clouds. “It all makes sense, but there’s an itch at the back of my neck, a feeling that it’s all too perfect.”
“Yes.” Aodhan scanned the line of trees beyond the houses to his left. “Whoever it was, we need to track them down.”
Illium bent to pick up Smoke, petted her as he followed Aodhan’s gaze. “He’s going to have the advantage if he’s hiding in the trees. We could do with ground support—Jae would be perfect.”
Aodhan knew Illium was right about their wings making a search more difficult, but—“Suyin will send her back if we ask,” he said to his friend, “but we’d have to go out and escort her here.” He reached out to scratch the top of Smoke’s head—the kitten had followed him around earlier, now purred. “I don’t want anyone making that journey alone, even in a vehicle.”
Illium’s expression went suddenly flat. “Aodhan, what are the chances the person or people behind this are trailing the resettlement caravan? What if that’s the reason for Fei’s continued fear?”
The world turned silent, Aodhan’s mind a place of icy peace. “There’s no way he—or they—can get through the rear guard,” he said at last, then looked toward the skins again. “That’s a hoard. No one who went to all that trouble would just abandon it.”