Don didn’t know I could hear the teams he put on me, or the faint clicking in my phone that revealed the extra wiring. He knew a lot about my inhuman abilities, but I’d held back a few things. Like how far my hearing range really was. I wasn’t planning on anything devious, despite Don’s suspicions, but some things were best left undiscovered. Don had relaxed somewhat in the past couple months, to give him credit. Now I was only tailed a few times a week instead of every day.
I chewed the salty goodness of my fries and wondered, for the millionth time, what Bones was doing right now. Whatever it was, I hoped he was okay. He might be undead, but that didn’t make him impossible to kill, and with his line of work, a lot of people wanted him shriveled. Please, God, keep him safe, I thought. Let him understand why I did what I did, and not hate me for it. Or, let him hate me if that’ll make him happier. Just let him be okay.
A choked-off scream snapped my head up. I fixed my gaze in its direction, moving toward the sound. There. Behind the thick clump of trees about a hundred yards into the park. I pulled out one of the silver knives I always kept in my jacket, concealing it in my sleeve.
“Is someone hurt?” I called out. Maybe that sound was the muffled scream of passion during a clandestine tryst. Or something else human in nature. I crept closer.
There was no response to my question except a slurping noise. I knew that sound.
When I burst through the trees, the vampire didn’t even pick his head up from the girl’s neck. Two things registered with me in an instant. He’s not feeding to get a harmless snack, his teeth are sunk in too deep. And he hasn’t even bothered to put her under.
The girl’s wide eyes met mine, silently pleading. This was no consensual exchange of blood. If it had been, I would have turned around and walked away, same as I’d done many times before. This was different, however. It was attempted murder.
“Hey, buddy,” I said. “I taste better. Come see.”
The vampire laughed, the sound muffled against the girl’s neck. He wasn’t alarmed - why would he be? I had a heartbeat, I breathed, and I was all alone. No undead person in their right mind would find such a combination a threat…which was why it was such a perfect disguise.
His emerald gaze drilled into mine as he lifted his head. Good. Fangs no longer in her artery where they could rip it open.
“I’ll have to do that.”
I flung myself at him with a blurring speed. Fang Face didn’t even have time to look surprised before my silver blade sank into his heart. One, two, three twists, and all the strength left him for good.
I knew it made me a homicidal witch, but oh God, did I enjoy that! There were few things that made me happy these days, but evening the score against murdering bastards like him made me still believe there was a reason to live. I couldn’t be with Bones, but I could save a few people. I did have that to keep me going.
The girl was staring at me in disbelief, swaying on her feet. A flow of red leaked from the two holes in her neck with steady, rhythmic pumps. I gave that flow a swift, calculating glance before leaning down and hacking off the vampire’s hand with one hard slice.
Her eyes bugged. Before she could do anything stupid, like run while her artery was punctured, I grabbed her. Then I held the severed end of the vamp’s hand to the holes in her neck, clapping my other hand around her mouth so she couldn’t scream.
Her heartbeat was a loud staccato in my ears as she struggled. I gave the unattached hand a few good squeezes to get the remaining blood out of it, since it was already starting to shrivel. After a moment, I pulled the stump off her neck to examine her wound.
Her bleeding had stopped and those two fang holes were gone. Satisfied, I dropped the dead vamp’s severed hand.
“Works like a charm,” I muttered. Stupid Don and his prejudices. Nothing but nothing healed like vampire blood.
Then I took my hand off her mouth and let her go, about to give her my rehearsed speech on how trauma can make people see things that aren’t really there, when she spoke.
“He was a vampire, wasn’t he?”
She asked it in a very matter-of-fact way. I regarded her warily, wondering if this was a prelude to full blown hysterics.
“Miss, you’re confused. Sometimes, when people go through a traumatic experience, their mind can play tricks on them –”
“You sure killed the shit out of him,” she interrupted me. “I mean, wow. I owe you a beer, at least.”
I stared at her with the same disbelief she’d bestowed on me earlier. Most people, after having their necks chewed on and then seeing their fanged attacker stabbed to death, were pretty overwrought. Not poking the dead vampire with their shoe and mumbling about how he hadn’t even bought her a drink before getting one of his own.
I shifted on my feet, torn. Protocol demanded that I keep her here, call in the team, and let Don arrange a little memory-altering session between her and his staff of highly skilled, always on-call hypnotists. After all, we couldn’t have people running around screaming, “Nosferatu!” and rallying the villagers, could we?
“I have to call this in,” I said. “Remove the body, gather up any evidence…” What was wrong with me? Why was I admitting that?
She nodded like it made sense and then sat down. Her pulse was steady now, though a little weaker than it should have been. Still, some iron pills and rest, and she’d be good as new.
“Is this your job or something?”
Why wasn’t she acting like every other victim I’d come across, male or female? She’d almost been eaten by a vampire! She should be screaming, crying, or demanding to talk to her lawyer. The usual stuff.
“Have you been around vampires before?” I asked suspiciously. That would explain it.
She shook her head. “No, this was definitely a first for me.”
“Then why are you so calm?” I couldn’t help but blurt.
She gave me a jaded look. “I just moved here from New York and my old boyfriend was a cabbie there. Does that answer your question?”
Caught off guard, I laughed. Yes, now her relative nonchalance about discovering the existence of the undead did make sense.
“I’m Denise,” she said. “What’s your name?”
Unbelievably, I answered her with the truth. “Cat.”
She smiled. Though it was a trifle shaky, it was genuine.
“Cat, I’m very glad to meet you.
Chapter Three
The manilla envelope landed in front of Don. I took my seat and propped my foot up on the edge of his desk. Few things pissed Don off as much as than that, which of course was why I did it. It's not like I was worried about getting fired. Jeez, that was a dream of mine.
“Do you mind?” Don asked acidly.
I smiled. “I’m comfier this way, so why would I?”
He gave me a scathing look, but picked up the folder and didn’t comment further on the location of my foot.
"Since it’s almost six p.m., I assume you’ve conducted an extensive evaluation of the materials here?”
I nodded, rocking back in my chair just to see how deep his scowl could get.
“You’ve got yourself a creature on the loose, all right. Seven prominent husbands go missing right after their weddings, never to be seen again…unless you count the random parts. Coincidentally, their wives all look like the same woman, barring the changing hairstyles and clothes, but hey, you can’t expect fashion to stand still for a hundred years, can you?”
Don leaned back with a satisfied expression on his lined face. “Just as I thought. She’s a vampire, preying on these men after she marries them.”
“Not so fast,” I said. “She’s not a vampire. She’s a ghoul.”
Don pulled on his eyebrow. He hardly had any hair left on the end it of. “Are you certain?”
“Certain as death,” I replied. “Most of those photos are older – she obviously smartened up as picture quality got better and avoided the camera more – but the newer ones show more d
etail. She looks exactly human. No telltale crystal clarity to her flesh, so unless this chick uses the fountain of youth for her daily bath, she’s got to be a ghoul.”
Don digested this. Ghouls weren’t our operation’s forte, mainly because they weren’t my forte. Bones taught me everything there was to know about vampires, but ghouls? Bones had only covered the most essential basics there, i.e., how to kill them. Decapitation. And they didn’t part easily with their heads.
“How much of a problem will this represent?” Don finally asked.
I shrugged. “On the plus side, ghouls don’t have any power in their gaze, so we wouldn’t need to worry about her mesmerizing anyone. But rest is all on the negative side. For one, this chick goes after men. You’ve put me in a bunch of disguises, but unless you’ve got someone seriously talented in wardrobe, I won’t be able to fake that. Two, she’s not just trolling bars looking for an easy meal. She goes after rich men who don’t have a lot of public visibility and even fewer family members. Three, she doesn’t just eat them and run, she marries them first. I’m assuming this is to get her hands on their inheritance, but that throws a real curveball into our plans. We can’t just check all the published engagement announcements to catch her before she eats her next husband.”
Don pulled harder on his eyebrow. I resisted the urge to point him to the scissors, so he could take care of it once and for all.
“Are you saying it can’t be done?”
I’d been asking myself that same question since I realized what we were dealing with. On one hand, as Bones would say, we had to fight the battles we could win. It was impossible to bring every murderer to justice, no matter how much he or she might deserve it, so sometimes, we had to walk away. Live to fight another day and all that. On the other hand…
“It would involve a long-term operation the likes of which our team isn’t properly prepared for,” I said after a pause. “But yes. It can be done.”
Don nodded, satisfied. “Then let’s get started.”
***
The forty-two members of my team stared at me with varying degrees of shock. Not that I blamed them. It wasn’t every day I asked who wanted to volunteer to be a ghoul’s boy-toy turned chew-toy.
Don stood behind me, a rarity. Normally he let me give the mission details to my team alone – unless you counted those secret sessions where picked whose turn it was to spy on me. But in this case, his presence was a show of support for my dangerous, highly improbable plan.
“I’ll do it,” Tate said. His dark blue gaze swept over the men. “I’m second-in-command, so it’s my risk to take.”
My opinion of Tate had come a long way over the past fifteen months. When we first met, I thought Tate was a tight-ass who hadn’t had an ounce of inspiration since he was a baby deciding on one tit or two. Now I knew Tate was someone who would walk through fire to save one of his men if they needed it. Hell, the only reason Juan led the last mission was because Tate still had some internal bleeding from the one before it, after trying to save a new recruit. Tate had almost worn his guts on his back after one hard undead punch. The recruit died anyway. Once someone’s throat was gone, there was no saving them. But the point was, Tate had tried.
Yeah, Tate was fearless and tough. Which was why he couldn’t be the volunteer.
“No,” I said shortly. “You’re right, Tate, you’re second-in-command, so the risk does fall to you. But it’s the risk to lead these men if I go down for the count. Not to be ghoul-bait on this mission.”
“Juan would be perfect for this…once he wakes up,” a recruit named Dave chuckled.
There was more laughter even as I cringed in guilt over Juan’s condition. Yes, Juan was a real ladies’ man, to put it nicely. Calling him a tramp would be more accurate.
Come to think of it, being knocked out for a couple days might do Juan a world of good. But if he doesn’t wake up by tomorrow, I promised myself, I’m giving him a pint of my blood, Don’s rules be damned.
Three more of the men volunteered. I waited, but there were no more takers. Then I gave the three guys a cool, evaluating stare. No, not Peter. He’s too prejudiced against the undead; he’d puke in the ghoul’s mouth the first time she tried to kiss him. Jeff, hmmm. He’s a good soldier. Open-minded enough for the job, too, but…oh forget it. He’s as sexy as a vegetable sandwich!
That left Edward. He was a newer recruit, which made me hesitant, but he’d performed well in the field, didn’t have a pathological hatred of the undead, and he was easy enough on the eyes.
“You, Edward,” was all I said.
He gulped and nodded. “Yes, ma’am.”
Now, to turn Edward into irresistible man-meat that no inheritance-hunting ghoul could refuse…
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