Destined for an Early Grave (10 page)

“Right then, mate.” Bones dropped the man into the trunk and slammed the lid down. “Watch your heads.”

C
ANDLERIDGE
P
ARK’S SIGN SAID THERE WERE
a number of scenic trails and nature paths, but that wasn’t why we were there. No, we were there to bury a body. Hopefully, just one.

Fabian floated above the trees, having hitched inside Spade’s car without a word. He had to be touching something to travel long distances. The exception was if he was in a ley line, which I still didn’t understand. Something about invisible energy currents that acted like spiritual highways. Later, I’d ask him about it in more detail. Right now, I was arguing with Bones. Again.

“Spade acting in the heat of the moment is one thing, but if you kill these guys now, it’ll be in cold blood, Bones. They should go to jail, plus get some brainwashing to have them march in every Take Back the Night parade, not to mention civil rights, as soon as they’re let out. But they have families who don’t deserve to grieve over their sorry dead asses.”

“Everyone has someone who cares for them,” Bones replied without pity. “Even monsters. It’s not fair, but it doesn’t change the necessity.”

“The gun wasn’t loaded,” I muttered, switching tactics. “I checked. Besides, it’s not like anything would have happened. I had it under control—”

“Is that even the bloody point?”

Exasperated, Bones shut off the engine and turned to face me.

“You can’t hear their thoughts. I can. This isn’t the first time they’ve done such a thing, and even if you stopped them and flogged them into hysterical apologies, their
intentions
were the same. If they weren’t human, would you be arguing with me over killing them?”

He had me there. From the look in his eyes, he knew it, too.

“Vampires and ghouls have their own rules.” I tried again. “They’d know what would happen if they did such a thing. These bozos didn’t get a copy of that playbook. They deserve jail time, yes, but not death.”

Bones snorted. “Why
didn’t
it occur to them that they were doing something so appalling, if they were caught, they’d be executed on the spot? It’s not my fault that vampires have a fairer form of punishment for rapists than humans do.”

I put my head in my hands. It was aching. Granted, it probably hurt a lot less than Bushy Hair’s must have when it hit the parking lot concrete. Logically, Bones was correct. But it still felt wrong.

“You’ve obviously made up your mind, so do whatever you’re going to do. You’re too strong for me to stop you.”

Bones gave me an unfathomable stare before climbing out of the car and opening the trunk. I listened as he made the two men carry their friend into the woods. Then Bones ordered them to dig with their hands. It was maybe forty minutes before they were done. Then I heard something like a resigned sigh.

“This goes against my better judgment, Kitten…Look right here, both of you. You will go to the nearest police station and make a confession of every blasted crime you’ve ever committed, excluding only this burial tonight. When you are arrested, you will refuse an attorney, and when you are in front of a judge, you will plead guilty. You will spend your allotted time behind bars knowing you deserve every second of it. Now take your worthless lives and go.”

When Bones came back to the car, I was still wiping at my eyes. He shut the driver’s door and let out a self-deprecating snort.

“Has it been so wretched lately that letting scoundrels escape punishment is the highlight of our time together?”

The words were flippant; the expression on his face wasn’t. It was filled with a regret that I caught before he masked it back into composure.

“It’s because this shows that you still care, despite how crappy things have been lately.”

There was that flash across his face again. “Did you really think I’d ceased to care? Kitten, I care so much it wrecks me.”

I hurtled myself across the car, latching my arms around him and feeling the mind-numbing relief of his answering embrace.

“I can’t believe I was so pissed before about being unemployed and without a wallet,” I choked, realizing how absurd that was compared to what really mattered.

“What?”

“Nothing.” I kissed him, a deep, searching kiss that wiped out the estrangement of the past several days. “How fast can you make it back to the motel?”

His gaze lit up with lovely, hungry green.

“Very fast.”

“Good.” It was almost a moan. “I’ll call Cooper and tell him we’ll see him in the morning.”

Bones rolled down his window. “Fabian,” he called out, “get your ghostly arse back in the car, we’re leaving.”

Bones did make good time back to the Red Roof Inn. The thought of that uncomfortable mattress with those thin blankets sounded sinfully appealing to me now. Yet while we were waiting at a stoplight about a mile away, pain sliced into my skull.

…understand this man will stop at nothing, and you’ll never be safe…

“Gregor,” I breathed, so low it was barely a sound.

“Where?” Bones whipped his head around.

…ensure your protection, but you must trust me, chérie…

“Oh, Jesus,” I whispered. “Bones…I think he’s at the hotel!”

Bones made a U-turn, then hit the accelerator. Brakes squealed, and other vehicles slammed to a stop while horns blared. He hadn’t bothered to wait for the light.

“Fabian,” Bones said in a tight voice, “go back to the hotel to check. We’ll be at the gates of the park we just left.”

“I will be quick.” Fabian promised, and he vanished. We didn’t even have to slow down.

Bones continued to floor it, checking the rearview mirror. After several miles, he pulled over at a gas station.

“Come on, luv, time to switch cars.”

We got out. The man fueling his Honda next to us only had time to say, “What the—?” before Bones hit him with his gaze.

“This is your car now,” he said. “And yours is mine.”

“My car,” the man repeated, eyes glazing.

“Right. Go home and clean it, it’s ghastly dirty.”

“Wait until he starts on the trunk,” I mumbled, getting into the man’s vehicle.

Bones drove less aggressively this time, but he still went way above the speed limit. Instead of the direct route to the park, he took side roads. Once we reached the park, Bones pulled under a tree, shutting off the engine and the headlights.

In the quiet, my accelerated breathing sounded too loud. “Do you—do you think—”

“Why do you believe Gregor’s at the motel?”

He asked it as nonchalantly as if he were inquiring, paper or plastic? That didn’t fool me. His knuckles were almost white on the steering wheel.

How to explain? “I got these sharp pains in my head, and I could hear him, only he wasn’t talking to me
now
. I think it was memories of what he’d said before, and the only other time it happened was when he was close, on the street in New Orleans.”

A pause. Then, “What did he say?”

“You couldn’t hear it?” That surprised me.

“No.” The mildness drained from his tone. “Else I wouldn’t ask.”

“Um, okay. The first one was quick, just a fragment. Something about there not being a cherry farm in France. This time, he was warning me that someone was after me.”

Bones grunted. “That sounds very present tense, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah, it does,” I mused. “But somehow, I still think it was a memory.”

Fabian appeared at the windshield. The sudden sight of him made me jump in my seat. He could sure sneak up on someone.

“The yellow-haired vampire was there,” he announced. “He was behind the motel with six others. I don’t think they saw me.”

Bones stared at me. His gaze was filled with something I couldn’t name.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly.

“For what?”

“This.”

His fist shot out.

When my eyes opened, I saw darkness with slight flickers of light around the edges. I was sitting, but not in the car. It sounded like we were on a plane.

Immediately, I reached for the blindfold, but cool hands stopped me.

“Don’t, Kitten.”

I turned in the direction of his voice. “Get this off me.”

“No. Quit squirming and let me talk.”

I froze, remembering. “You knocked me out.”

“Yes.” Wariness edged his tone. “Are you going to sit still?”

“Depends. Why’d you hit me?” He’d better have a
damn
good reason.

“Remember when I said the only people who could be informing Gregor of our whereabouts were in the car? Liza, Band-Aid, and Hopscotch didn’t know where we were staying in Fort Worth, and even if they did, they’ve been without means to communicate. Denise and Spade didn’t know where we were staying. Fabian was with us the entire time, and if somehow he were a traitor, he could have said Gregor wasn’t waiting at the hotel. That leaves only you and me. I haven’t told Gregor anything, so that leaves…you.”

I was stunned. “You think
I’ve
been sneaking behind your back with Gregor?”

“Not on purpose, but in the same way Gregor maneuvered you to Paris, and communicated with you in your dreams; who’s to say he hasn’t found a way to eavesdrop as well? It’s a guess, Kitten, but if I’m wrong, you only lose some time awake.”

And if he was right…

“What’s your plan? Smack me into a coma and wait to see if Gregor goes away?” I’d thought nothing was worse than feeling helpless, but being a potential liability?
That
was worse.

“Of course not. But when we change locations, I want you to take those pills so you’ll sleep. If you don’t know where we are, but Gregor’s still able to track you, we’ll know it’s not from his picking through your mind while you dream.”

God, this sucked. Like waiting to see if an animal was rabid, I’d be penned and quarantined.

“Then why did you bother waking me? We’re on a plane. I can hear the engines. Why not wait until we got to where we’re going?”

“You need to eat and drink, and I thought you’d like to freshen up.”

Once again I reached for the blindfold, and once again he stopped me.

“Leave it on.”

“Why? I already know we’re on a plane, but I can’t navigate by the clouds!”

“You don’t know what kind of plane,” Bones replied intractably. “Make, model, type; these things could be used to trace you. It’s just for a little while, Kitten.”

Just for little while if he was wrong. But for how long if he was right?

“Fine. Which is first, the feeding or the cleaning? I don’t know whether to open my mouth or take off my clothes.”

He didn’t say anything for a moment. Then, “I’m sorry.”

“Does that mean you’re going to hit me? Last time you apologized, my head got dented.”

I clung to flippancy to avoid bursting into tears at the thought that somehow I was the one who’d been tipping Gregor off.

“It’s your preference, and no, I’m not going to hit you.”

I wished I could see his eyes. They’d have told me more about what he was really thinking. But all I had was his voice, and Bones was keeping it carefully controlled.

“Then show me the way to the bathroom. Even I can tell that I stink.”

However long I’d been out, it wasn’t for only a quick nap. My bladder was squealing, and my mouth tasted filmy. Charming.

His fingers curled around mine. “I’ll show you.”

Left with no other choice except to stumble around, I let Bones lead me.

I used the tiny bathroom sink to wash my hair. That was interesting to do while keeping my eyes closed, since I’d insisted the blindfold be removed. Bones stayed in the doorway the entire time, handing me whatever I needed. From the sounds, there were others on the plane with us. Even though none of them would peek, I felt exposed with the door open. When I was finished, he gave me new clothes.

Then I got spoon-fed. With every bite of what tasted like chicken, my sense of despair rose. So much for equality in our relationship. I couldn’t be more useless right now. When Bones handed me the four caplets, I gulped them down eagerly. Better to be knocked out than this.

Bones woke me again after however long, and we repeated the procedure. The sightless rocking and lolling told me we were still on a plane, but it might have been a different one. The engine sounded throatier. Again I snatched at the pills and washed them down, this time refusing to be spoon-fed. I wasn’t going to starve, and keeping hydrated was the only real concern. Bones didn’t argue. He just stroked my head while I waited for them to take effect.

The last thing I heard before blackness claimed me was, “…landing soon, Crispin.” It sounded like Spade. Or maybe I was already dreaming.

M
Y EYES OPENED, ADJUSTING TO THE BRIGHT
light of the room. I was still swallowing Bones’s familiar-tasting blood when I became aware that it was from a glass, not a vein.

“If I had to drink that animal’s blood each day, I’d cheerfully starve myself to death.”

Oh, dear God. Please let me be dreaming!
“Mom?”

She gave me a disapproving frown before setting the glass on a nearby table.

“You’ve lost weight again. Can’t that creature keep you from starving?”

Nope, not dreaming. This was her in the flesh. “What are you doing here? Where’s Bones?”

She held up a hand. “He went out somewhere. Even if I knew where, I wouldn’t be able to say. You know, in case the other vampire would find out. I must say, Catherine, you have deplorable taste in men.”

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Any one of the three, help me.
“Can we skip the usual Bash Bones game? I’m not in a good mood.”

“Nor should you be,” she said without sympathy. How typical. “You married the frying pan, and now it looks as though you may have also wed the fire.”

What had Bones been thinking, bringing her here? Sure, have my mother spend some time with me. After that, I’d be
begging
to be drugged.

“Don’t mention Gregor, or I’ll…”

I stopped, and her mouth curled. “You’ll what, Catherine?”

What indeed? She was my mother. I couldn’t threaten to slap, stab, beat, or even name-call her. I tried to think of something to scare her into never mentioning my predicament with the Dreamsnatcher again.

“I’ll become a swinger,” I said. Her eyes bugged. Uptight rearing made her uncomfortable with alternate lifestyles. “That’s right. Threesomes, foursomes, more. Bones knows about a thousand chicks who’d love to hop into bed with us. It’ll be kinky, we’ll get our freak on—”

She puffed up in outrage. “Catherine!”

Below us, I heard a feminine laugh. One recognizable and just as unexpected.

“What is it you Americans say? I call shotgun!”

Annette, the first vampire Bones ever created, laughed again. It was the knowing chuckle of someone not kidding.

My mother vaulted to her feet. The bedroom was open and Annette had spoken loud enough for even my mother to hear her.

“The day after never, you voracious English tramp!”

Even though I mentally applauded the insult, I was the one who’d started this. “Mom, don’t call Annette a tramp. It’s none of your business how many people she’s banged.”

Okay, so I couldn’t be entirely magnanimous. What had Bones been thinking, having both of them under the same roof with me? Considering her centuries-long, graphic former relationship with Bones, Annette and I didn’t get along very well on the best of days. My mother and I had lots of issues despite her recent softening toward the undead, one ghoul in particular.

“Mom, nice to see you. Now, I’d like to take a real bath.”

She rose. “Everyone in the house knows not to mention where we are, so you can do whatever as long as you don’t go outside. I brought some clothes for you. They’re in the closet. Oh, and don’t turn on the television. Or the radio, and needless to say, you can’t use the phone.”

With that helpful information, she swept out. I paused for a second, then swung my legs out of bed. At least I’d get to bathe without assistance. Baby steps and all that.

After I was thoroughly bathed, groomed, and dressed, I went downstairs, where I could hear all the other voices. Mission accomplished on me not knowing where the hell I was. All I could surmise was that the house was older, though modernly refurbished, and it was on a steep cliff. The outside window had told me that. Green hills and rocks stretched as far as the eye could see, and the air smelled different. It could have been the northern Rockies, but somehow, it didn’t feel like America. Maybe Canada. Maybe not.

I decided I shouldn’t keep guessing. That would defeat the purpose, after all.

The chatter stopped with almost comical abruptness when I came into the kitchen. Five heads picked up with false nonchalance. In addition to my mother and Annette, Bones’s sire Ian was here, along with Spade and Rodney.

“Hi, everyone,” I remarked. “Is this the whole crew? Or are there more of you lurking around?”

“Oh, there’s more,” my mother began before she cried out, “Ouch! Who kicked me?”

An unladylike snort escaped me. “That would be Spade. So, I’m not even allowed to know who’s here? Why does that matter?”

“Just a few guards, Cat,” Spade replied dismissively, eyeing my mother with warning. “Nothing to bother about.”

“Fine.” If I demanded to know more, I’d probably get the blindfold again.

Ian was reclined in a chair, legs crossed at the ankles. His turquoise eyes contained a roguish gleam as he slid them to my mother.

“I missed you last night when I arrived. Lovely to see you again, poppet,” Ian drawled.

Rodney gave Ian the same warning look I did, but for a different reason. Rodney and my mother were, ah, dating. Or at least, they were the last I’d heard. Dwelling on my mother’s romantic life squicked me out, and that had nothing to do with Rodney being a ghoul.

“Leave my mother alone,” I said to Ian, glowering at him.

He smiled, unrepentant. Ian wouldn’t know how to feel remorse if his afterlife depended on it. Though he’d proven to be a loyal friend to Bones, Ian and I had a murky history. He liked to collect the rare and unusual, be they items or people. That penchant had led Ian to try blackmailing me into a “friends with benefits” relationship once, before Ian knew my whole history with Bones. Now Ian didn’t make an inappropriate move toward me, but he did seem to take enjoyment in finding ways to annoy me.

Case in point: Ian cast a leisurely look at my mother, making sure I saw him pause at certain parts. Then he grinned.

“Truly
a pleasure to see you again, Justina.”

All I could hope was that the same revulsion for vampires that had made my childhood hellish would serve my mother now. My mother hated my father, Max, since he’d seduced her, then told her she’d just had sex with an evil demon—all because he thought it was funny. She’d gotten pregnant from that encounter and thought she gave birth to a half-demon baby—me. I’d paid for my father’s warped sense of humor all my life, until Bones showed me that there was more to vampires than fangs.

My mother still must not be convinced that fangs didn’t equate to evil, judging from the look she gave Ian.

“Don’t you have somewhere else you could be?” she asked him in a withering voice.

Ian’s smile just broadened. “Certainly. Pull up your skirt, and I’ll show you.”

“That’s it!” I shrieked, lunging at Ian even as Rodney upended his chair and came after him as well. We both were so blinded by fury; all Ian had to do was slide back to watch us clang into each other instead of him.

“Ian, enough,” Spade snapped, stepping between me and Rodney when both of us leapt to our feet for another try. “Cat, Rodney—Ian’s finished now. Isn’t he?”

Spade glared at Ian, who just lifted one shoulder in a shrug.

“For now.”

I was trapped indoors with my mother, her pissed-off boyfriend, Bones’s ex-lover, his horny sire, and his secretive best friend. Whatever appetite I’d had when I came downstairs was gone. The only thing I wanted to do was get away from all of them, but that meant hiding in my room, and I’d had enough of that, too.

Maybe there was one thing that could help. I went to the cabinets and began to rifle through them with single-minded determination.

“What are you looking for, Catherine?” my mother asked.

“Liquor.”

I was into my third bottle of Jack Daniel’s when Bones arrived. It was sunset, the dying rays turning his hair reddish as he walked through the door. Even a glimpse of his hard, rippled frame caused my hand to tighten on the whiskey. God, he looked good, but I needed to slam the lid on my dirty mind and seek other things to think about. Farm equipment. Agriculture. The state of the economy.

“Blimey, Kitten, is this what you’ve been doing all day? Drinking?”

The judgmental tone Bones used doused my momentary ardor. Nope, no need to ponder the national deficit next!

“Your color’s good, so who are you to talk,” I said. “Is that what took you so long? Did she taste extra yummy?”

I was jealous, as irrational as that might be. Bones picked women to feed from for two reasons—with his looks, they were pathetically easy to get alone, and he liked their flavor more. I hadn’t believed Bones could really taste the difference between male and female blood until he proved it to me. The man could flawlessly genderize a whole blood bank. Once he’d commented that he thought it might be an acquired liking of estrogen.

“She didn’t taste like a gallon of whiskey, that’s for certain,” he shot back, coming over and arching a brow at my near-empty bottle. “Is that all you’ve had today?”

“Certainly is, Crispin,” Ian sang out. “She’s been drinking with the pluck of an Irishman!”

I had nothing heavy nearby to throw at Ian aside from the whiskey, and I wasn’t letting go of that. “Bite me, Ian!”

Bones snatched at my bottle, but I’d been anticipating that. I held on, and it was tug-of-war.

“Put it down,” he barked, prying my hand from my prize. “You need solid food, Kitten, and about a keg of water. Crikey, where’s your mum? Can’t the woman be counted on to at least see that you eat?”

If he had been trying to piss me off, he couldn’t have picked a better way. “Oh sure. Have someone feed me, water me, and keep me on a leash. You know what you should have married, Bones? A dog, then you wouldn’t have all those pesky problems about it
occasionally
acting on its own.”

“This is just what I bloody need,” he growled, running a hand through his hair. “Coming home to a drunken harpy, waiting to knock my head off.”

This isn’t what
he
needed? I was the one who’d been punched out, drugged, reduced to hand-feedings—all because of a crazy vampire who’d kidnapped me when I was sixteen and didn’t want to take no for an answer now. “Being a ‘drunken harpy’ has been the highlight of my week, so excuse me if I’m not waiting by the door for you with a big red X on my neck to mark the spot where you can get your dessert.”

Part of me was horrified at what I’d just said. After all, I wasn’t mad at Bones, just the circumstances. But somehow, my mental filter between what I didn’t mean and what I’d said, was broken. I couldn’t even blame it on the liquor, either. Being half-vampire meant I couldn’t get drunk on normal booze.

“Right now I’d say it’s what
you
need,” Bones shot back. “Is that it? Shall I take you to bed and bite some of the waspishness out of you? Even though I’d rather flog some sense into you instead, as a vampire, I’m up for the task whether I’d want to or not.”

My mouth swung open, and my hand actually tingled with the urge to slap him.

And at the same time, I wanted to cry. This was all so wrong. I was falling to pieces and doing it alone, despite the numerous people around me.

Something of this either showed on my face, or he heard it in the whirling chaos of my mind. Bones’s features lost their icy callousness, and he sighed.

“Kitten…”

“Don’t.” My breath caught, choking back the sob. I couldn’t seem to control how I felt or what came out of my mouth, so it was better if I was alone. Fast, before I said something else I didn’t mean.

“I’m, uh, tired.”

I walked up the stairs, leaving the whiskey behind on the couch. It hadn’t helped. In fact, all I’d done since I woke up was to make matters worse. I knew this situation wasn’t Bones’s fault. He was only doing this to keep everyone safe, including me. But somehow, I ended up taking out my frustration on him. At least unconscious, I couldn’t fuck things up between us more.

I shut the door behind me. There weren’t any glasses in the bedroom, so I cupped my palm and used the sink water to swallow Don’s pills. Their quantity was dwindling. I’d have to have him ship more to me—except I didn’t know where we were.

That falling sensation began shortly after, like the mattress opened up, and I was being sucked down into it. For a split second, I felt panic, reaching out for anything to hold onto. Yet just as requested, I was alone.

Later, when I felt cool flesh against my mouth, I was relieved. Then I finished swallowing and knew this wasn’t Bones, even with my eyes closed and just coming into wakefulness. The blood tasted different.

Spade blinked into view. He removed his hand, but didn’t get up from his seated position on the bed. It was still dark out. Sadly, I hadn’t slept the whole miserable day away.

“Where’s Bones?” I asked.

“He’s outside, should be back in shortly.”

I didn’t say anything, but my anguish at how things had deteriorated to where Bones couldn’t even take the time to wake me must have shown on my face. Spade sighed.

“He’s not used to this, Cat, and he’s handling it quite poorly.”

“Not used to what?”
Being married to a psychotic bitch
? my mind supplied.

“Fear.” Spade lowered his voice. “Crispin’s always prided himself on his emotional control, yet he has none with you. He’s never before experienced the fear of losing the person he loves to someone else. Oh, your friend Tate might brass Crispin off, but he knows Tate is no real threat. Gregor’s different. He’s older than Crispin, more powerful, and no one knows how much you might have cared for him.”

I was afraid Spade had underestimated the situation. “I don’t think that’s the issue. Bones and I can’t even be around each other without fighting.”

“Both of you are in foul tempers with little to do but lash out at each other, but don’t lose sight of priorities. Isn’t he what you’re fighting for?”

I bit my lip. “What if it
is
me that’s giving away our location? What if everything I know gets repeated to Gregor in my sleep somehow? I’d be putting everyone in danger by just waking up! And I can’t seem to get a grip on myself.”