Night Huntress 07 - This Side of the Grave (21 page)

“You mean tobacco.” Wow, guess cigarettes weren’t healthy for anyone, living or dead.

“Not that plant,” Fabian said, frowning.
“The other one that makes people act silly when they smoke it.”

“
Weed?
”
I burst out. “You’re telling me
marijuana
is part two of the ghost repellent formula?”

I couldn’t be more shocked, but Fabian nodded serenely. “Yes. If you have a lot of garlic and marijuana on you at all times, it should help keep most ghosts away from you, though I am strong enough to withstand it,” he added with obvious pride.

I couldn’t stop shaking my head. Who would ever guess that garlic plus ganja equaled ghosts-be-gone? On reflection, I
had
smelled a lot of pot and garlic while in New Orleans, but I thought the latter was from the Cajun and Creole cooking, and the former was just a reflection of the city’s party atmosphere. Who knew it was Marie’s way of keeping the ghost population from becoming so large that vampires and ghouls would have to realize something was going on? She must have a pot and garlic field surrounding wherever her house was.

“Smashing, I’ll get right on procuring both of those,” Bones said, appearing not at all thrown by the idea. “Kitten, tell him he’s to report to Mencheres from now on. Shouldn’t be us anymore, not with all the herbs you’ll soon be sporting. He says he’s strong enough, but we can’t risk the possibility of delaying an important message from him.”

I repeated that to Fabian, still feeling weird over how he seemed to wait for me to say the same thing before reacting to it. Now I knew how Sigourney Weaver’s character must have felt in
Galaxy Quest
. “Computer, do we
have
a beryllium sphere on board?” I muttered under my breath.

“What’s that?” Bones asked.

“Nothing.”

“I will return to Dave now. It shouldn’t be hard to locate him. He said he wouldn’t change hotels again until I came back,” Fabian said.

I stared at him, wishing I could give him a hug goodbye and once more hating how everything I said hijacked his free will. “This won’t be for long,” I told him, brushing my hand over his face even though it went right through him.

An incandescent palm covered my hand, no weight or pressure in the gesture.

“I will not fail you,” Fabian said, and then he disappeared from sight.

I stared at the spot where he’d been with a sort of grim resolve. Damned if I’d fail him, either. I
would
find a way to give Fabian his free will back, beat
Apollyon
without martyring myself—which would also get the ghoul hit men off my tail—and then talk some sense into my senselessly stubborn family.

I just had no idea how I’d do all those things.

“Don’t fret, Kitten,” Bones said quietly. “In addition to knowing how to keep most ghosts from flocking to you, we might have had another spot of good luck. I checked my
mobile,
and
Timmie
texted me this morning. Thinks a large nest of
Apollyon’s
ghouls might be gathered in Memphis, according to curious events his sources reported to him.”

That
was
good news. It just sucked that we needed to nab one of
Apollyon’s
minions now more than ever, but according to the headless ghoul from the hotel, they’d vamoose at the first sight of me. Too bad I couldn’t clone myself and have Fake Cat be a decoy somewhere else, making the ghouls feel safe, while the real me snuck up behind them. That would solve a lot of problems, but as cloning had only been accomplished scientifically with sheep, to my knowledge, I was shit out of luck.

Still, a modification of the same thing wasn’t totally far-fetched. Maybe one of Don’s scientists could design a replica of my face and we’d slap it on a woman of similar height and build. It worked in movies, after all…

“Of course!”
I said, feeling a renewed surge of optimism as another idea struck me. “We’ll call Dave and tell him where
Timmie’s
got a nibble on the ghouls, plus I have to tell him Fabian’s on his way back. We’ll send Ed and Scratch to Memphis, too. Between the three of them, someone has to run into A-hole’s minions before too long. Then we need to test out this garlic and weed combination to make sure it’s enough to keep the majority of ghosts at bay. Once we know that, we’re heading to Memphis, too.”

His brow arched. “You sound like you have a plan,
luv
.”

“Yes I do,” I said, the wheels continuing to spin in my mind. “Part one involves me drinking your blood again. I’ll need all the power I can get. As for part two… well, I’ll need to make a couple phone calls.”

Baron Charles
DeMortimer
, who went
by Spade so he’d never forget that he was once referred to by the tool an overseer had assigned him, was
Bones’s
best friend. They’d known each other over two centuries, ever since they were human prisoners at a New South Wales penal colony. Right now, I was pretty sure their long history was the only reason Spade hadn’t gone for my throat at first sight of me. The look he threw me when Bones glanced away said loud and clear that he was fantasizing about throttling me.

“I’m so glad you called!” Denise, my best friend, said as she hugged me. “I’m thrilled to finally be able to help you out for once.”

Over her shoulder, Spade glowered at me again when Bones turned away to see if they’d brought any more bags with them. I ignored that, squeezing Denise in return while marveling at her new strength. It reinforced my opinion that this was our best course of action, even though it might take Spade a few years to forgive me for suggesting it. He and Denise had just gotten married recently, and he was very protective of her.

So was I, and if Denise were still human, she wouldn’t be here now. But she wasn’t really human anymore. A demon made sure of that when he branded Denise with his essence a few months back. Now that the demon was dead, what he’d done to her could never be undone, which made Denise perhaps the most indestructible person on the planet. Hell, if I cut her head off right now, the only result would be a big mess on the floor until another one grew back.

That wasn’t the only incredible thing Denise could do, which was why I’d asked them to come. I linked arms with her as we went into the living room, letting out a short laugh as Denise said, “Not to be rude right off, Cat, but… why do you smell like you bathed in garlic?”

“Just be glad your nose isn’t strong enough to get a whiff of the weed, too,” I replied wryly. “It’s a, uh, homemade remedy to keep a certain unwanted element away from me.”

“You’ll keep quite a lot of elements away from you with that particular aroma,” Spade said, wrinkling his nose with such refined distaste that it was like getting a glimpse of him when he was an eighteenth-century nobleman.

“Yeah, well, good thing I’m not trying to pick up vampires anymore, what with my new stinky perfume,” I said, hiding a smile. Spade must be
really
ticked at me. Normally his innate chivalrousness would have him replying with a gallant lie about how garlic was all the new rage for fragrances, or that the cloud of weed wafting from me really brought out the shine in my hair.

Bones gave him a look that said Spade’s lack of warmth hadn’t gone unnoticed by him, either. He poured two whiskeys from the decanter on the credenza, handing one to Spade with less graciousness than normal.

“Correct
me
if I’m wrong, mate, but I seem to remember my wife risking her life on your behalf twice just this year. So you can’t be sore over her asking your wife for a favor that endangers her
not at all
, can you?”

“Of course it endangers her,” Spade replied at once. “If even a drop of Denise’s blood should spill in a place where other vampires might taste it—”

“Dammit, Spade, we talked about this,” she interrupted him, her hazel eyes narrowing in way that warned of repercussions. “I’m going to live a very, very long time, and I refuse to spend that life in fear like I did before. If this even works, which it might not, you’ll be with me the whole time, right? And stopping this crazy ghoul leader before he gets too many people riled up means more safety for everyone,
right
? So quit with the
overprotectiveness
. You wouldn’t want me to act that way with you.”

“This sounds familiar, doesn’t it?” I whispered to Bones, feeling like I was watching actors play the parts of me and him.

He grunted.
“Too right.”

“If I thought Denise would be in danger, I wouldn’t ask her,” I said to Spade. Since she’d been branded, only demon bone through the eyes could kill Denise, and that was about as rare as a proverbial snowball in hell. “You want to keep her safe,” I continued. “So do I, which
is
why
Apollyon’s
got to be stopped. Even if I was staked with silver tomorrow, I don’t think
Apollyon
will all of a sudden go away. He’s waited six hundred years to try this power coup, and I’ll bet he won’t want to wait another six hundred or longer until another half-breed pops up again.”

Spade said nothing for several moments, his tiger-colored gaze traveling over Denise, Bones, and me in turn. At last, he spread out his hands.

“You’re all correct, of course.
My apologies.
It seems logic fails me when it comes to my wife’s welfare.”

Bones snorted. “I know how you feel. But don’t fret. I’m sure Denise will remind you of any flaws in your logic as often as my wife reminds me of mine.”

I couldn’t help but laugh at the dryness in his tone.
“Right back at you, honey.
You’re pretty good about pointing it out when I’m acting with my fears and not my brain. So I guess we’ve all been guilty of it.”

The tension in the room drained away, resulting in a few moments of companionable silence. Then Denise cleared her throat.

“So… let’s get started. I haven’t eaten all day to try and gear up for this, and I’m starving. If this works, I’m rewarding myself with enough food to choke a horse.”

So saying, she got up and stood a little way off from the couch. I went over to her, not really sure if I should say anything or if that would break her concentration. Mencheres and Kira had left, so the house was empty aside from us. No ghosts lingered in the vicinity, thanks to the illegal stink remedy on me and around the house, and the drapes were drawn even though the closest neighbor was a good two blocks away. We weren’t taking any chances of being observed by anyone—unless you counted my cat, who groomed himself while throwing occasional glances our way.

Denise looked me over from top to bottom, her forehead creased with concentration. Then her scent changed, souring from her natural jasmine base to a harsher aroma of agitation. Her pulse sped up as well, breathing becoming shorter, sharper. The air around her thickened as her scent changed even more, now tinged with faint undertones of sulfur. Even though I’d seen this reaction in her before, I couldn’t stifle a twinge of unease as her hazel eyes slowly filled with deep crimson.

Then Denise cried out, harsh and loud. Her skin seemed to ripple over her features in a misshapen, melted way, like wax held too close to flame. More moans came from her, the sounds almost animalistic in their intensity. She bent over, shudders wracking her body so viciously it looked like her muscles were being torn out of place. Unbidden, my hand rose to my mouth, stifling a gasp. Spade was right. I shouldn’t have asked her to do this. What the hell had I been thinking?

Denise fell to her knees, her hair falling over her face as a horrible shout wrenched from her. Spade was at her side even before I was, taking her in his arms and whispering to her. I touched her shoulder, heaping recriminations on myself.

“Stop, Denise, it’s not worth it. We’ll find another way—”

My voice broke off as her head whipped up suddenly, her eyes now gunmetal gray instead of crimson or hazel, dark brown hair changed to red and framing the same face I saw looking back at me from the mirror.

“Bugger me dead, you did it,” Bones whistled.

A slow grin spread across Denise’s face—except it wasn’t her face anymore. It was mine.

“That was
so
much easier than the last time!” she said, giving Spade a quick kiss before jumping to her feet. Even her body now looked exactly like mine, I noted with amazement. She’d grown inches taller and filled out in the butt and breast area, all in the space of about three minutes.

“Darling, are you all right?” Spade asked, rising and looking her over with far more objectivity than I felt. Staring at a mirror image of myself on my best friend was just… odd, even though this was what we’d hoped would happen. The demon’s essence hadn’t just made her virtually
unkillable
. It had also turned Denise into a shapeshifter like he’d been.

She smoothed her hand down Spade’s chest. “Don’t worry, I’m fine. Looks and sounds much worse than it is, really. Now, where’s the kitchen? Did I mention I was
starving
?”

I’d just gotten out of the shower when Bones shut the bedroom door behind him, his gaze somber. After dinner, which all of us ate so Denise didn’t feel like the odd person out, we’d finalized the details of our plan. Everyone agreed it was our best way to hopefully head
Apollyon
off at the pass, but Spade wasn’t the only one who had misgivings about his spouse’s safety. I was nervous for Bones, as he was for me, but we both knew
not
acting posed the greater danger. Still, now that we were alone, I felt his disquiet in the emotions grazing mine. His natural heady, burnt sugar scent was more reminiscent of kitchen accident than crème brûlée right now.