At Grave's End - Джанин Фрост

Jeaniene FrostAt Graves End

ONE

THE MAN SMILED ANDILET MY GAZE LINGERover his face. His eyes were a lovely shade of pale blue. Their color reminded me of a Siberian husky, except the person sitting next to me was no animal. Of course, he wasnt human, either.

I have to leave now, Nick, I said. Thanks for the drinks.

He stroked my arm. Have another one. Let me enjoy your beautiful face a little longer.

I stifled a snort. Wasnt he flattering? But if he liked my face so much, then his eyes wouldnt have been glued to my cleavage.

All right. Bartender

Let me guess. The loud voice came from across the bar. An unfamiliar face grinned at me. A gin and tonic, right, Reaper?

Shit.

Nick froze. Then he did what I was afraid hed do-he ran.

Code Red! I barked, vaulting after the fleeing figure. Heavily armed men in black clothes sprinted into the bar, shoving the patrons aside.

Nick threw people at me as I went after him. Screaming, flailing bodies hit me, making my attempts to catch them and fling a silver knife through Nicks heart even more difficult. One of my blades landed in Nicks chest, but too far center to have hit his heart. Still, I couldnt just let those people splatter to the floor like so much garbage. Nick might think of people that way. I didnt.

My team fanned out, guarding all the exits and attempting to herd the remaining patrons out of the way.

Nick reached the far end of the bar and glanced around frantically. There was me, advancing with my silver knives, and my men with their Desert Eagle handguns pointed at him.

Youre surrounded, I stated the obvious. Dont make me angry, you wont think Im pretty anymore when Im angry. Drop the girls.

He had two of them in his grip, one hand on each vulnerable throat. Seeing the terror in those girls eyes made anger flare through me. Only cowards hid behind hostages. Or murderers, like Nick.

I leave, they live, Reaper, Nick hissed, no romance in his tone any longer. I should have known. Your skins too perfect to be human, even if your heart beats and your eyes arent gray.

Colored contacts. Modern sciences a bitch.

Nicks icy blue eyes bled to glowing vampire green and his fangs slid out.

It was an accident, he yelled. I didnt mean to kill her, I just took too much.

An accident? Oh, hehad to be kidding me. Her heartbeat slowing down would have warned you, I replied. Dont try that accident crap on me, I live with a vampire, and he hasnt had an oops moment once.

If possible, Nick looked even more ashen. And if youre here

Thats right, mate.

The accent was English, and the tone was lethal. Invisible waves of power rolled over my back as my men parted to let Bones, the vampire I most trusted-and loved-through.

Nicks gaze didnt shift, which Id been hoping for. No, his eyes didnt leave me as he suddenly yanked my blade from himself and then stabbed one of the girls in the chest.

I gasped, catching her instinctively when Nick threw her at me.

Help her! I yelled to Bones, whod lunged at Nick instead. With that wound, unless Bones healed her, she had only seconds to live.

I had time to hear Bones mutter a curse before he spun around, abandoning his pursuit of Nick to drop to his knees beside the girl. I vaulted after Nick, doing some cursing myself. Gunshots went off, but only a few. With the rest of the bar patrons still scrambling for the doors, plus Nick holding the other girl like a shield, my team couldnt just open fire. Nick knew that, and so did I.

Nick leapt across the heads of the crowd in a gravity-defying burst, flinging the girl at a member of my team as if she were a weapon. Helpless, the nearby soldier fell back with the girl on top of him, just in time for Nick to swoop down and yank his gun away.

I flung three more of my knives, but with all the jostling from the people around me, my aim was off. Nick let out a yell as they pieced his back, missing his heart. Then he turned and fired at me.

I had a fraction of a second to realize that if I ducked, those bullets would hit the people around me instead. They werent half vampire like I was; it would likely kill them. So I braced myselfand was spun around in a blur in the next heartbeat, my head jammed into Boness chest while three hard vibrations shook him. The bullets meant for me.

Bones let me go, whirling around and flying across the room to Nick, who tried to snatch another hostage. Nick didnt make it. Bones plowed into him hard enough for both of them to smash through the wall. I ran, hopping over people, in time to see Bones twist his knife in Nicks chest.

I relaxed. Silver twisted through the heart meant curtains for Nick-and any vampire.

Bones gave one last twist for good measure and then drew his blade out, his eyes flickering over me.

Youre bleeding, he said, concern creasing his face.

I touched my cheek, where someones belt or shoe or whatever had scored me when Nick was using people like human speed bumps to slow me down.

Youve been shot, and youre worried about a scratch onme?

Bones came over, touching my face. I heal instantly, luv. You dont.

Even though I knew what he said was true, I couldnt help but feel his back to reassure myself that his skin was smooth, no more shredded flesh from the bullets.

Speaking of, there are dozens of injured people here you need to heal. You can get to my scratch later.

Bones ignored that, drawing his thumb across a fang and touching the cut it made first to my cheek, then to my mouth.

You always come first for me, Kitten.

No one else called me that. To my mother, I was Catherine. My team called me Cat. To the undead world, I was the Red Reaper.

I licked the blood off, knowing that arguing with him was useless. Besides, I couldnt help but feel the same way when it came to Bones.

All right, I said, the burning now gone from my cheek. Lets wrap this up.

The girl Nick had thrown at one of my men was lying a short distance away. Bones gave her a sweep of the eyes, saw she wasnt physically hurt, and moved on.

Thats ahes not she started to babble, seeing his fangs and glowing green eyes.

I patted her shoulder. Dont worry. You wont remember any of this in ten minutes.

B-but what?

I ignored the rest of her stammering and started checking on the other people. No one seemed to have gotten killed, thank God, aside from Nick. Bones had healed the other girl whod been taken hostage. Now the only thing on her chest was a blood smear and a tear in her shirt where my knife had been. Wed gotten lucky.

Damage report? I asked Cooper, who was kneeling over one of the patrons whod been chucked at me.

Not too bad, Commander. Multiple fractures, abrasions, contusions, the usual.

I watched as Bones picked his way through the injured to force the ones in serious condition to swallow a few drops of his blood. Nothing worked like vampire blood for healing.

Another Code Red,querida, one of my captains, Juan, observed. He pointed to the loudmouthed vampire across the room being restrained by Dave, our other team captain. Dave was a ghoul, which meant he could hold the wriggling vamp. None of the humans on my team could have managed to.

I nodded. Unfortunately.

Juan sighed. Thats three times in a row. Youre not easily camouflaged, even with a different eye and hair color.

He wasnt saying anything I didnt know. I caught Boness look, and his face nearly screamed,I told you so.

Thingshad gotten more dangerous in recent months. Too many people in the undead world now knew there was a half-vampire human who hunted them, and they knew what to look for.

I glared at the captive vampire. Thanks for blowing my cover.

I only wanted to buy you a drink, the vampire sputtered. I wasnt even sure it was you, but your skinit looked too perfect to be human, no matter that you breathe. And youre a redhead, I saw that when you raised your arm. The shadow of hair there wasnt blond.

Incredulous, I hefted my arm and inspected its shaved crease. Now Id heard everything.

Dave studied my armpit, too. Hes right. Of course, whod think people would be checking out your armpit?

Who indeed? I ran a frustrated hand through my dyed blond hair. There were no more colors left for me. Id done black and brunette, too, to try and throw off my targets, plus wearing multiple-colored contacts, but lately it hadnt helped.

Juan, hold these, I said, handing him my knives. After blinking several times, I got the brown contacts out. Ah, relief! They had been annoying me all night.

Let me see them, the vampire suddenly asked. Ive heard, but can you show me?

Dave tightened his grip. Shes not a carnival freak.

No? I sighed, and then let my eyes blaze forth.

Their new glow shone like twin emerald headlights, exactly as all vampire eyes could. Indisputable evidence of my mixed heritage.

All right, start talking. Tell me why I shouldnt kill you.

My names Ernie. Im from Two-Chains line. Two-Chain is a friend of Boness, so you cant just kill me.

With friends like you, who needs enemies? Bones said scathingly, gliding over to me once hed finished healing the injured humans and instilling their new memories with vampire mind control.

Bloody hung a target around her neck by screeching her name out, Bones continued. Just for that, I should rip off your stones and feed them to you.

For some people, that would just be a figure of speech. Not Bones. He never bluffed. Apparently Ernie had heard of his reputation. He crossed his legs.

Please dont. Now he went from negotiating to pleading. I didnt mean her any harm, I swear to Cain.

Right. Coldly. But youll need more than the maker of all vampires to help you if youre lying. Kitten, Id like to box him and take him back to the compound, until I can verify that he really is one of Two-Chains people.

Bones was deferring to me, since in work matters, I was in charge. In matters of personal vampire affairs, however, Bones outranked me by more than two centuries.

Sure. Hell hate the capsule, though.

Bones laughed a trifle grimly. He knew from firsthand experience how unpleasant our vampire transportation was.

If hes lying, thatll be the least of his concerns.

Cooper came up to us. Commander, the capsules prepped and ready.

Strap him in. Lets get this scene contained as quickly as possible.

My second-in-command, Tate Bradley, walked into the club. His indigo gaze swept over the room, seeking me out.

Cat, this is the third time youve been recognized.

As if I didnt know. Well just have to come up with a better disguise. Fast, before the job next week.

Tate didnt let my tone dissuade him. All this risk is going to get you killed. One of these days, someones going to recognize you and just pull a fucking gun instead of offering to buy you a drink. This is getting too dangerous, even for your standards.

Dont tell me what to do, Tate. Im in charge, so you dont get to play all Papa Bear with me.

You know my feelings for you arentpaternal.

Before I could blink, Bones had Tate by the throat with his feet dangling several feet in the air. I was so annoyed by Tates comment, it took me a moment to tell Bones to let him down.

If I hadnt known Tate for several years, Id throttle him myself for how he continued to bait Bones over me.

Instead of kicking or fighting, Tate managed a grimace that resembled a smile.

Whatcha gonna do, Crypt Keeper? he garbled. Kill me?

Put him down, Bones. There are bigger problems than his attitude, I went on. We have to finish up here, check on Ernies lineage, give our report to Don, and then get home. Come on, moonlights burning.

One day, youre going to push me too far, Bones growled, letting Tate drop to the ground.

I gave Tate a warning look. Thats what I was worried about, too. Tate was my friend and I cared for him, but his feelings for me ran along very different lines. It didnt help that lately Tate seemed determined to show those feelings, especially around Bones.

Which was like waving a red flag at a bull. Vampires werent known for their gracious sharing tendencies. So far, Id been able to prevent a real fight from breaking out between them, but I knew if Tate ever made Bones truly lose his temper, he wouldnt live long enough to regret it.

Senator Thompson will be pleased that his daughters murderer was punished, my uncle and boss, Don Williams, said later when all of us were seated in his office. Cat, I heard you were recognized again. This is the third time.

I have an idea, I suggested. Maybe you, Tate, and Juan can line up and all shout it from the rooftops. I know its the third fucking time, Don!

My language didnt ruffle him. Don hadnt been around for the first twenty-two years of my life, but hed been front row and center for the last five. I hadnt even known I was related to him until a few months ago. Don hid our family connection from me, since he didnt want me knowing that the vampire who-allegedly-raped my mother was his brother.

Were going to need to get another female to play bait, Don stated. You can still lead the team, Cat, but theres too much liability to have you dangling on the hook any longer. I know Bones agrees.

That made me give a sharp bark of laughter. Bones liked me risking my life on a regular basis about as much as I liked my father.

Of course he does. Hell, Bones would dance on your grave if I quit my job.

Bones arched an unperturbed brow, not disputing that.

Youd just have him pull Don out from under the dirt, Cat, Dave said with a wry smile.

I smiled back. Thats what Bones had done to Dave after Dave had been killed on a job. Id known vampire blood was a powerful healing elixir, but I hadnt known that if a mortally wounded person swallowed some before dying, he or she could be brought back later as a ghoul.

Don coughed. Be that as it may, everyone agrees its become too dangerous for you to continue on as bait. Think of the bystanders, Cat. Whenever theres a Code Red, more of them stand a chance of getting killed.

He was right. Tonight was a prime example. Vampires and ghouls got pretty desperate when they were cornered. Add in the fact that I didnt have a reputation for taking prisoners, and what did they have to lose by taking as many humans down with them as they could?

Shit. It was an acknowledgment of defeat. But we dont have any females on our team, thanks to your sexist rules, Don, and we have another job next week. Thats not enough time to round up a qualified female soldier, break the bad news to her about vampires and ghouls, train her to defend herself, and then have her dolled up and ready for action.

There was silence after this pronouncement. Don tugged at his eyebrow, Juan whistled, and Dave cracked his neck.

What about Belinda? Tate suggested.

I gaped at him. But shes a murderer.

Tate grunted. Yeah, but shes performed well as a training toy with the men. Based on her good behavior, weve promised to let her go in ten years. Maybe taking her out on jobs will be a good indicator of whether shes turned over a new leaf like shes claimed.

Bones gave a slight shrug. Its risky, but Belindas a vampire, so shes strong enough for the work. Plus shes fetching enough to pose as bait, and shed require no training.

I didnt like Belinda, and that wasnt just because shed once tried to kill me. She also had a history with Bones that involved his birthday party, another vampire named Annette, two other girls, and very little talking.

Don? I asked.

Well try Belinda next week, he said at last. If she cant handle it, then well find a suitable replacement.

Using a vampire as bait to trap and kill other vampires. It was almost as crazy as what wed been doing, which was using me, a half vampire, for the same thing.

Theres one more thing to discuss, Don said. When Bones joined us over three months ago, it was with conditions. His most significant contribution to our operation hasnt been requesteduntil today.

I tensed, because I knew what that meant. To my left, Bones lifted a bored brow.

I wont welsh on our agreement, so name the man you want me to change into a vampire.

Me.

The single word came from Tate. My gaze swung to him.

You hate vampires! I burst out. Why would you want to turn into one?

I hatehim, was Tates immediate agreement. But youre the one who said its the person who makes the character of a vampire, not the other way around. Which means I would have hated Bones when he was human, too.

Nice, I thought, still shocked by Tates intention.Good to know he was keeping an open mind about the undead. Yeah, right.

Bones raked Don with a look. Ill need time to prepare him for the transition, and lets get one thing clear straightaway. He turned his attention back to Tate. It wont make her love you.

I glanced away. Bones had said out loud what Id been worried about, too. God, I hoped I had nothing to do with Tates decision to be the first person on the team to turn into a vampire.Please let him not do something that drastic because of me.

I love you as a friend, Tate. My voice was soft. I hated to say this in front of a group, but they all knew how Tate felt. He hadnt been very shy about it recently. Youre one of my best friends, in fact. But a friend is the only way I see you.

Don cleared his throat. Unless you or Bones have a legitimate concern, Tates personal feelings are irrelevant.

Motivation is my concern, Bones said at once. What if bitterness overwhelms him when he cant pry her from my side, and let me assure you, mate, you wont. So the question remains-is he choosing this for himself, or for her? If he does it for the wrong reason, hell have plenty of time to regret it.

At last Tate spoke. My reasons are my own, and my commitment to my job wont suffer for them.

Bones gave him a thin smile. In a hundred years this job and your boss will be long gone, but youll still be my creation. Youll owe me your fealty unless I permit you your own line or you challenge me and take it. Sure you want to sign on for that?

I can handle it, was all Tate said.

Bones shrugged. Then its settled. If all goes well, soon youll have your vampire, Don. Like I promised.

Don had an expression that was both grim and satisfied. I hope I wont regret it.

So did I.

TWO

I WOKE UP ALONE IN OUR BED LATER. ASLEEPY glance around showed that Bones wasnt in the bedroom. Curious, I went downstairs and found him on the couch in our family room.

Bones was staring out the window at the mountain ridge in the distance. Vampires had the ability to sit with utter stillness, as immobile as statues. Certainly, Bones was beautiful enough to be a work of art. Moonlight made his hair look lighter than its deep brown shade. Hed changed it from blond back to its natural color to be less noticeable when we were on jobs. Those faint silvery rays also caressed the dips and hollows of Boness crystal skin, highlighting his lean, rippled physique. His darker brows almost matched the color of his eyes when they werent lit up by vampire green. Shadows made his high cheekbones look even more perfectly etched when he turned his head and saw me standing there.

Hey. I tightened the robe Id thrown on, feeling his tension in the air. Is something wrong?

Nothings wrong, luv. Im just a touch nervous, actually.

That got my attention. I sat next to him. You never get nervous.

Bones smiled. I have something for you. But I dont know if youll want it.

Why wouldnt I want it?

Bones slid off the couch to kneel in front of me. I still didnt get it. Only when I saw the small black velvet box in his other hand did it hit me.

Catherine. If I hadnt already guessed, his one and only use of my real name would have clued me in. Catherine Kathleen Crawfield, will you marry me?

It didnt hit me until right then how much Id wanted Bones to ask me that. Sure, we were married under vampire law, but having Bones cut his hand, slap it over mine, and declare me to be his wife didnt feel quite like the white wedding fantasies Id had as a little girl. Plus, Bones had done it to prevent an all out brawl between his people and his sire Ians people over the issue of who had dibs on me.

Looking at Bones now made all my childish imaginings pale into nothingness, however. True, Bones was a former-human-gigolo-turned-vampire-hitman instead of a charming prince, but no fairy tale heroine could have felt the way I did, with the man I was insanely in love with asking me on bended knee to be his wife. My throat closed off with emotion. How had I ever gotten so lucky?

Bones made a noise of amused exasperation. Of all the times for you to be speechless. If you dont mind, choose one response or the other. The suspense is torturing me.

Yes.

Tears came to my eyes even as I started to laugh at the sheer joy bubbling up inside me.

Something cool and hard slid on my finger. I could barely see it, since my vision was blurred, but I caught a flash of red.

I had this cut and fashioned into a ring almost five years ago, Bones said. I know you think I was pressured into binding myself with you before, but thats not true. Id always intended to marry you, Kitten.

For about the thousandth time, I regretted leaving Bones the way I had years ago. I thought Id been protecting him. Turned out I was just hurting both of us needlessly.

How could you be nervous about asking me to marry you, Bones? Id die for you. Why wouldnt I want to live for you as well?

He gave me a long, deep kiss, whispering onto my lips only when I pulled away out of breathlessness.

I know its what I intend to do.

Later, I was stretched out in his arms, waiting for dawn, which wasnt far off.

Do you want to elope, or do you want to do the whole big wedding thing? I asked sleepily.

Bones smiled. You know vampires, pet. Always like a fancy show, we do. Also, I know our vampire binding didnt feel like a real wedding to you, so I want you to have something that does.

I gave an amused grunt. Wow, a big wedding. Well have a hell of a time explaining the menu to a potential caterer. Choice of entree: beef or seafood for the humans, raw meat and body parts for the ghoulsand a keg of hot fresh blood at the bar for the vampires. God, I can just picture my mothers face.

Boness smile turned devilish and he leapt up. I watched him, curious, as he went to the other side of the room and dialed his cell phone.

Justina.

I vaulted after him as soon as I heard my mothers name. Bones sprinted away from me, fighting back his laughter and continuing to speak.

Yes, its Bones. Now really, thats such a foul name to call meum hmm, same to you, Im sure

Give me that phone, I demanded.

He ignored me, darting out of my reach. Ever since my father, my mother hated vampires with a pathological passion. Shed even tried to have Bones killed before-twice-which was why he was taking such delight in giving her a little payback now.

Actually, Justina, I didnt just ring you to chat about what an undead murderer I wasright, degenerate whore as well. Did I ever tell you my mum was one? No? Oh, blimey, I come from a long line of whores, in fact

I sucked in a breath as Bones divulged yet another tidbit about his past to my mother, who must be frothing at the mouth by now.

called to give you the good news. I asked your daughter to marry me and she accepted. Congratulations, I will officially be your son-in-law. Now, do you want me to call you Mum straightaway, or wait until after the wedding?

I flew through the air in a dive that finally tackled him, wrenching the phone away. Bones was laughing so hard, he had to breathe to get it all out.

Mom? Are you there? Mom?

You might want to give her a moment, Kitten. I believe she fainted.

There were some days when I felt a pang of wistful regret that Id never be a mother. Sure, my father had been newly undead enough that hed managed to impregnate my mother, but as a rule, vampires couldnt reproduce. And Id never risk passing on my genetic abnormalities to a child by means of artificial insemination, let alone my dangerous lifestyle by adopting one.

Right now, however, I was glad I wasnt a mother. Id faced some scary sights hunting vampires and ghouls, but hordes of children hyped-up on sugar, squealing as they ran from one video game to the next, while I knew there was no escape for me? Truly frightening.

Bones was outside the Chuck E. Cheese, lucky bastard. It was because of his power level. Other vampires felt him when he was near, like inside, so Bones usually watched the premises until the gig was up and our target knew he or she was being hunted. I lacked the typical undead aura that felt like anything from static electricity to full-blown electrocution, depending on the strength of the vampire. No, I had a beating heart and I breathed, which made me look harmless-to those who didnt know what else to look for, anyway.

Toward that end, I had almost all my skin covered up. Hey, I wasnt playing bait, so I didnt need to wear my usual slut gear. Belinda was the one in a low-cut top with hip-hugging jeans that revealed several inches of her belly. Shed curled her hair and wore makeup, which was a rarity, since as Dons captive, she didnt get out much.

Looking at Belinda, with her blond hair, pouty smile, and eye-popping curves, people would never guess she was a vampire, especially since it was day- light. Even those whomight believe in vampires still bought the myth that vampires could only come out at night, which, along with the whole sleeping in coffins, being repelled by religious symbols, or being killed by a wooden stake, was wrong.

The little boy next to me tugged my arm. Im hungry, he announced.

I was confused. But you just ate.

He rolled his eyes. Lady, that was an hour ago.

Call me Mom, Ethan, I reminded him, fixing a bright smile on my face while I fished out more money. This had to be the strangest job ever. Where Don had gotten a ten-year-old boy to act as a prop, Ill never know. But he had arranged for Ethan to come with us, saying if we spent hours lurking at a Chuck E. Cheese without a child, wed be suspected of either being pedophiles or-duh-being vampire hunters by our target.

Ethan snatched at my handful of money without waiting for me to peel the bills off.

Thanks! he said, and scampered off toward the pizza counter.

Okay,that looked authentic-Id seen kids do the same thing to their parents all day today, plus all day yesterday. Good God, between the food and the endless tokens for games, Id gone through more money in two days here than I normally did at a weeks worth of bar jobs downing multiple gin and tonics. At least this was on Uncle Sams dime, not mine.

There was only one floor at Chuck E. Cheeses, so that made it easier to keep Belinda in sight without resorting to looming over her. She was in the section to the left of the front door, playing Skee-Ball. She landed yet another perfect throw into the center of the circles. Lights went off while more tickets spat out of the side of the machine. Belinda had a pile of them near her feet, and more than a few admiring fathers as well as kids clustered around her.