At Grave s End

by Jeaniene Frost

  “Get off me, I have to get back out there—” I started, and then shut up. Oh. No wonder the two of them had given me such a look.

  “Give me a little blood by mouth, if you can spare it,” was what I said instead as I considered my arm. Well, what was left of it. Always the left arm, the dispassionate part of me mused darkly. First burned by Max, now this. If it could talk, it would never stop bitching at me.

  It was hanging by a few stubborn ligaments, but most of it was chewed off to the bone. Now I resemble the zombies, it occurred to me. Some of their limbs were a dead ringer for this one.

  “It’ll hurt when it heals,” Tate rasped, pressing a knife and my mouth to his throat. “Drink deep. I’ll refill.”

  Normally I wouldn’t have drunk from him, deeply or not, but these weren’t normal circumstances. Bottom line was, I’d have to be back in fighting condition and fast, because the things outside weren’t calling a time-out. With that in mind, I clamped my teeth over the puncture Tate made in his neck and sucked hard, biting to keep the wound open.

  He made a noise I refused to diagnose, because I knew better. Cool blood filled my mouth and I swallowed, pulling harder, feeling shards of shooting pain erupt in my arm. His grip tightened until my upper body was glued to him, tilting his head back as I applied stronger suction. By the fourth pull my arm was in agony, but by the sixth, it had settled into a harsh tingling. At the ninth I was able to shove him back using two hands, panting as cravings for more awoke in me.

  Tate’s eyes were green when I looked at him, and it made me scramble back further, because his expression said they weren’t lit up from battle.

  I jumped to my feet, watching in amazement as the skin regrew on my limb, knitting back together like a scene from a science fiction movie.

  The new blood coursing in me made me feel wilder, less human. Considering the amounts I’d no doubt lost, I was probably running on a sixty-forty mixture favoring the undead cells.

  “Come on, soldier,” I said. “We have things to kill.”

  Without a backward glance I ran up the stairs and back toward the fierce sounds of battle.

  The vampires were clustered around the hall in front of the landing like an undead gauntlet. Every shrieking, unholy thing that tried to gnaw their way through them was set upon by all sides. It was holding so far, but one look told me the grim truth. This barricade wouldn’t last long enough. More and more creatures kept coming.

  I sprinted forward to join the fray when I collided with Annette. She was wide-eyed and frantic, almost not seeing me as she rushed to smash a figurine against the wall. When nothing happened but broken glass, she gave a raw cry of despair and turned to seek out more objects.

  “Annette!” I had to shake her to get her to focus on me. “Where are Tick Tock and Zero?”

  She gestured in no general direction. “Tick Tock is on the other side of the house, Zero went to Anubus to attempt to beat the answer out of him, but I saw six of those…things follow after him, they’ve broken in! I heard Zero scream, and then I went this way. Oh, Cat, I can’t find it, I can’t find it!”

  What it was didn’t require asking. This place was coming apart at the seams.

  “Just keep at it, Annette, we’ll find whatever it is. We’ll hold them off—”

  She shoved me. “You don’t understand. It’s on the news! Graves emptying, rumors of things crawling from them…all headed in this direction. We’re in an isolated area, but not that isolated. Don’t you see? Patra doesn’t need all of them to kill us; very soon she’ll know exactly where we are, because all the zombies are a sign pointing the way!”

  Shit! Didn’t it ever stop? So our situation had upgraded from awful to doomed. Surprisingly, I was more angry than anything else. That bitch didn’t deserve to win. We might not be innocents, but she was far worse on many levels.

  There was noise behind me, coming from the basement. Screams, God, more screams. And the sounds of crumbling structure. This is it, the realization came to me. The end. No, I couldn’t stop it, but I could choose how to meet it.

  With renewed determination, I held out my sword. “You keep looking, Annette, no matter what. I’ll keep killing. If that bitch wants us, she can come and get us.”

  “To the lower rooms, mates, move!” a shout ordered. Two dozen members of what was left of our forces began to fall back. I fought my way forward, seeing Bones and Mencheres at the end of the retreating line covering the exit. Both of them spun and slashed in a dizzying display of violence that made them seem like they’d been transformed into machines. I’d always guessed that Mencheres, once stripped of his polite manners, would be frighteningly lethal. I wasn’t wrong. He looked like a living nightmare.

  Vlad grabbed me, forcing me backward. His hands felt hot, not cold like they should have from the freezing outside temperatures.

  “Come along, they’ll join us soon,” he barked, propelling me with his body.

  “No, I’m going up there!” I yelled, trying to wrest away.

  “He’s the co-leader of his line so he’s where he should be,” was his reply. “But you’re coming with me.”

  His fist landed a solid whack to the top of my head. Amid the wash of sudden stars, I ducked under his arm and lurched forward, brought up short by his hold on my hair.

  All at once, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Vlad pulled me back, my feet slid out from under me, and faintly, above all the other noise, I heard a vindictive, satisfied laugh.

  I saw six of those things follow after him, they’ve broken in! Annette had said. And I heard him scream…

  She’d been talking about Zero, who was on his way to Anubus’s cell. But while no one had seen or heard from Zero since, it was Anubus who was chuckling maliciously now. Anubus. Unharmed though he was chained to a wall with half a dozen ravenous creatures within chomping distance. How was that possible? Only one way I could think of.

  “Vlad, do you have to be touching someone to burn them?”

  The question startled him so much he quit manhandling me. “I have to have touched them before, and it takes longer, since it’s difficult to burn someone I’m not holding.”

  “Difficult,” I breathed. “But not impossible?”

  “No, not impossible, why?”

  “It’s Anubus.” I raised my voice because the adrenaline began to surge. “Patra’s object isn’t an object at all. Don’t you get it? He’s the ultimate Trojan horse, and Bones nearly got killed delivering him! She meant to finish Bones off in the ambush—and then the rest of us later, since we carted Anubus back home with us. Patra knew we wouldn’t kill him, who offs their most valuable hostage?”

  Vlad started to smile. He released me and spread out his hands, holding them over his head. All around us chaos reigned.

  “He’s too far away for me to reach him before I’d be cut down, but let’s see if I can save the day.”

  “Go on,” I replied, whirling to clear the area around him. “Impress me.”

  His hands began to glow, not red, but blue. They lit the hall with an eerie navy-violet light. Sparks flew off his hands, showering my hair as I continued to slash at the oncoming zombies.

  Someone screamed, high-pitched and agonizing. I threw a heartless grin at Vlad as I recognized the voice.

  “You’ve got his attention, Drac.”

  “He’s strong,” Vlad replied in a strained tone. His hands were now completely engulfed in flames. “And must I remind you once more what my name is?”

  “You arrogant…” thrust though the stomach of a snapping zombie, twisting and using all my strength to cleave him in half “…overpublicized…” wasn’t going to work, it clawed at the blade, and my God, these things were tough, “…showy old bat…” Crack! There went my head into the wall. If I didn’t have a split skull, I’d be amazed. “What are you waiting for? Aren’t you the king of all bogeymen? The legend children fear will devour them if they don’t behave?”

  Two more zombies slipped past Bones
and Mencheres, who were now almost back-to-back trying to stave them off.

  “Come on, Vlad, live up to your reputation! If you can’t burn to death one Egyptian vampire chained to a wall, how did you ever drive the Turks from Romania?”

  There was a loud reverberating snap, like an electric transformer had blown, and then in midleap, the charging zombies fell to the floor. Out of the suddenly still forms, dirt began to appear, covering them, eroding over the creature’s bodies, until nothing but piles of earth remained. Out of the ground they were called, I thought, and back they went.

  “You did it,” I panted, dropping my sword and running not in his direction, but the opposite one.

  “Of course,” I heard him reply as strong arms lifted me up and crushed me against a chest covered with gore. “I’m Vlad Tepesh, what did you expect?”

  THIRTY-ONE

  F OR ABOUT THIRTY SECONDS I HELD BONES, feeling his mouth pressed to my hair, his hands gripping my back, and I was truly happy. Then there was the sound, a muffled moan, one I heard even above the other vampires’ cries of exultation. One that seemed to come from my very cells, which made sense, in a weird way.

  “Mom.”

  I dashed straight down the hall toward the back like I was being pulled by a string. Bones was close behind, but not as fast as I was, not this time. I fell to my knees when I saw her, draped across Denise’s lap, my friend’s hands compressing her stomach. Next to them lay a zombie, now only a pile of dirt, and my mother was as still and pale as death.

  “No!”

  It tore out of me even as I acted without thinking, taking one of my knives and slashing it across my wrist, tilting her head up, forcing my blood in her mouth. The blade cut right through to the bone and red liquid overflowed her lips.

  She gagged once and weakly swallowed, bubbles trailing out of her mouth. I worked her jaw, forcing her to swallow again.

  Denise was crying and praying at the same time. Bones pushed her to the side to crouch over my mother. He took the same knife I’d used and sliced his own wrist, holding it over her mouth, instructing me to begin chest compressions to force his blood through her body.

  Blinded by tears I did, bearing down on her chest. Her heart had stopped beating right as Bones gave her his blood. Over and over I pressed on her chest while Bones blew into her mouth.

  “That thing came in the room,” Denise choked, several injuries on her as well. “And it just jumped on her! I tried to pull it off, but it was so strong…Come on, Justina, don’t give up!”

  Denise’s shout was so loud, it took me a second to hear the soft internal thumping below my hands. Then I sat back, tears flooding my eyes, as my mother coughed.

  “Filthy…animal…get away…from me,” she rasped to Bones.

  I laughed even as Bones snorted and sat back as well, pausing only to cut his palm and slap it over the slash in my wrist.

  “Hallo, Justina. It appears we’re still stuck with each other.”

  Denise laughed also, and then she wiped at her eyes and looked around.

  “Where’s Randy? Isn’t he with you?”

  My smile faded. Belatedly I realized that Randy wasn’t in the room with everyone else. Seeing my mother bleeding to death had distracted me from noticing that before. I flicked a glance at Bones, who was frowning and getting to his feet.

  “Why would he be with us?” he asked Denise in a sharp tone. “Randy was supposed to stay here.”

  Denise got up now, too, her face pale. “He wanted to help find whatever it was Patra was using. He said he wouldn’t leave the house. He’s been gone about twenty minutes…”

  Bones turned and strode out of the room. I went to Denise and took her hands. Even with all the blood loss I’d suffered, mine were warmer.

  “You stay here,” I told her. “We’ll find him.”

  Denise’s hazel eyes met mine, and the vehemence in them made me actually back up a step.

  “No fucking way,” she said, and shoved me to the side.

  I let her go, feeling a bit woozy now that the battle adrenaline was leaving me. My mother sat up, staring at the blood and torn clothes around her abdomen where that mortal wound had been.

  “Mom,” I began.

  “Don’t worry about me,” she cut me off. “Go after Denise.”

  I gave her a grateful look and left, moving through the ruins of the house far slower than I had before. It wasn’t a minute later when I heard Denise scream, loud and piercing. That brought me to a run, despite the spots starting to dance in my vision.

  Bones was kneeling on the floor of the kitchen with Denise in his arms. There was a pile of something red and dirty right next to them…

  “Oh, Jesus,” I whispered.

  “Fix him!” Denise screamed, pounding on Bones’s back. “Fix him, fix him, FIX HIM!”

  But that was impossible. My mother had still been clinging to life when Bones and I gave her blood, so its healing properties had had a chance to work. Randy’s body lay in pieces, parts covered by the dirt that had once been the zombie, or zombies, who’d torn him apart.

  “He’s gone, luv,” Bones said to Denise, forcing her away from the gruesome sight of her husband. “I’m so very sorry.”

  I don’t think Denise even heard him. She kept screaming and sobbing while her fists pummeled Bones. I went to her, uselessly trying to comfort her, even though nothing I could do would ease her pain.

  Spade came in the kitchen, grim-faced, and knelt down next to us.

  “Crispin, I’ll take Denise out of here. You need to get Cat and the others to safety. We don’t have much time.”

  Wordless, Bones nodded. Spade gently pried Denise from Bones’s arms and carried her out of the kitchen.

  Everyone still left standing was in emergency mode, rounding up the dead and the living for a speedy exit. We all had to get as far away from here as possible, before Patra came to finish us off.

  Bones picked me up, and I didn’t even bother to argue that I could walk. Frankly, I wasn’t sure if I could. As he maneuvered through the broken items in the house, I was surprised to see one of the televisions were still on.

  “…three…two…one…Happy New Year!” Dick Clark announced, followed by the usual noise of partymakers, firecrackers, and the beginning of “Auld Lang Syne.” It seemed impossible that so much had happened in only two hours.

  My vision began to get hazy, which might have been the blood loss catching up to me, because when I blinked next, we were out on the lawn. Strewn amid the odd-colored snow and heaps of dirt were bodies. What once had been vampires and ghouls were now shriveling remains. I felt a surge of gladness to see Tate milling around, and prayed that Juan and Dave had also made it.

  Ian knelt on the ground, his chestnut hair making him easily distinguishable even from behind. His shoulders shook.

  Bones set me down and then took rapid steps forward. Mencheres seized him, his face grim.

  “How many?” Bones asked hoarsely.

  Mencheres’s gaze slid to several of the piles of shriveling limbs.

  “We don’t know yet.”

  Bones knelt beside Ian. “Ian, mate, we must take them and go. None of them would care for us being slaughtered over their bodies because we didn’t have the strength to leave. Patra’s already taken too much tonight. We shan’t let her get another thing.”

  Through rapidly graying vision, I saw the three of them begin to collect the remains of what used to be their friends.

  THIRTY-TWO

  D AVE’S FACE WAS THE FIRST THING I SAW when my eyes opened. He smiled.

  “Hello, Cat. Are you hungry? Thirsty?”

  “Thirsty,” I rasped, downing the water he handed me. “Where are we?”

  He took the glass back. “We’re in South Dakota now, while everyone regroups.”

  A glance to my left showed bright light peeking through the heavy drapes.

  “My God, what time is it?”

  “About three o’clock. You lost a shitload of blood
and had to be given two transfusions. Then Bones didn’t want you to wake up and start to exhaust yourself, so he gave you some of those sleeping pills Don cooked up for you. You don’t remember arguing with him about it and trying to spit them out?”

  Not at all. I sat up, noticing I was no longer bloody and I was also wearing a clean T-shirt.

  “Don’s had a hell of a time these past several hours,” Dave went on. “He’s been pulling every string he has to confiscate footage of empty graves and shuffling dead people, and overall calming the media circus this thing has generated. Thankfully, the Canadian government doesn’t want its people believing in zombies, either, so they’re cooperating.”

  I groaned. I could just imagine how Don must be going nuts trying to cover this up.

  “What’s his angle?”

  “They’re using a cover story of a small earthquake and an avalanche that emptied some of the graves, but the tabloids are still going to have a field day. At least we were in a remote area—if this had happened in a big city, there’d be no lid Don could find that would be big enough to seal this nightmare up.”

  “An earthquake and an avalanche? That’s what he’s saying?”

  Dave shrugged. “It’s the best he could do on short notice, I guess. It explains the torn-up cemeteries somewhat. Then he’s also saying some of the ‘zombies’ were shell-shocked survivors wearing filthy clothes and wandering around in a daze. You know how it is. People don’t want to think what they saw was real. The average person goes through life much happier believing nothing supernatural exists.”

  “Where’s Denise?” Poor Randy. He wouldn’t have been involved in any of this if not for me.

  “She’s sleeping. Spade gave her a lesser version of your tranquilizer. Right now, sleep’s the best thing for her.”

  “Dave…who else didn’t make it?”

  His face clouded. “You know about Randy. Zero’s also gone, as well as Tick Tock…”