by Cynthia Eden
Just like before. “Mom? Mom! Help me!”
But no one had helped her.
“Dee? Dee?” Simon grabbed her and lifted her into his arms. “Are you hurt?”
Yeah, but the other woman was dead.
Did I kill her?
Please, God, no. She couldn’t remember anything. Not since the alley, when all those vamps jumped her—
Her hand flew to her neck. Had she been bitten? Christ. If they’d bitten her, they’d be able to get into her head. Sick, twisted freaks.
Simon turned away from the body. “We’ve got to get the hell out of here!” His hold bruised her.
“No, no, we can’t leave her. The cops—”
“Are about to storm the place any minute.” The sirens screamed, so close now. So close.
Dee heaved against him, but he just clamped his hands tighter around her and ran from the pit. No, not a pit, she realized as more light spilled onto her. Some kind of warehouse?
Simon raced outside, holding her tight.
Yeah, a warehouse. With some boarded-up windows, a condemned sign on the side, and a few streetlights spilling light on her hell.
“The cops find you here, your ass will be headed for jail.” He all but shoved her into his car. The smell of leather flooded her nostrils but it couldn’t block the stench of blood. So much blood.
Sunshine’s blood had stained her skin.
A car door slammed. Dee glanced up just as Simon cranked the engine, then he gunned the Mustang and they flew forward with a snarl of 46
the motor.
“We can’t…leave the scene.” Her mind wasn’t working right. She knew it. Everything seemed slow. The streetlights too bright. Dee squinted as she ran a hand over the back of her head.
When Dee touched the fist-sized knot at the base of her skull, her breath rasped out. What did they do to me?
Simon jerked the wheel to the right and turned down a street. Then another. Another. The mustang snaked through alleys and back roads, taking so many turns that Dee felt dizzy.
She’d thought she knew the city.
She’d thought wrong.
Her eyes squeezed shut and she saw—
A stake, driven deep into the woman’s chest. Blood.
“Why?” The word broke from her lips as her eyes cracked open. “She was a…lure. She shouldn’t have been—”
“Dee.” Simon spared her a glance. “Focus for me. How much of the blood is yours? Did the bastards bite you?”
Don’t know. Her hands started to tremble. The steady pounding in her head had nausea rolling through her. “Not sure.” Okay, that sounded normal.
Didn’t it? Her tongue seemed so thick in her mouth. “The woman…”
“Fuck, Dee! She’s dead! She was part of a setup! The vamps left you there, with a stake—probably one of yours—in that woman’s heart, and they sent the police to find you.”
The sirens—how had the police known to come?
He took another corner and the tires squealed. “What do you think would have happened when the cops found you crouched over a dead human?”
The throbbing was worse. She could actually hear the pulses. That couldn’t be good. “Got…friends who are cops.” They would’ve listened to her. Tony—she could count on him. “T-Tony…” Okay, that had been slurred.
“Hell! You’re about to pass out, aren’t you?”
Maybe.
Um, yeah.
“Dee? Dee!” He hit the brakes and she fell forward. The seat belt she didn’t remember buckling—maybe he had?—cut across her chest. “Stay with me. I’ve got to know…it’s important. Did they bite you?”
The street lights didn’t seem so bright anymore. Or maybe her eyes were just closed. Hard to tell for sure.
“Dee?”
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“Maybe,” she whispered and the last thing she heard was—
“Fuck.”
Yeah.
Death had a way of making the beautiful…ugly.
Baton Rouge Police Captain Antonio “Tony” Young stared down at the body before him. He was used to the blood, so the stench and the sight didn’t bother him. This wasn’t his first time to find a horror/freak show crime scene. Wouldn’t be his last either.
He crouched beside the body and a soundless whistle passed his lips.
Someone had screwed up. He could see the bite marks on the woman’s neck, so yeah, she’d been a vamp chew toy, but—
But she hadn’t been a vamp.
The movies and TV shows had vampire killings all wrong. When vamps were staked, they didn’t age or shrivel or explode into dust.
Nothing so fancy.
But the change was there. You just had to know what you were looking for to see it.
At death, well, their second death, anyway, a vamp’s elongated fangs retracted. The darkness in their eyes—the darkness that came when they hunted—faded away.
Their bodies stiffened, hardening immediately so that when an ME
looked later, the TOD was never right. No way could you determine the time of death for a vamp, just couldn’t happen.
Their skin whitened, not slowly turning ashy and yellow like a human’s. No, the skin drained of color until the flesh was the starkest of whites, and the drain was nearly instantaneous.
Those signs were always dead giveaways that you were dealing with a vamp. Those indicators, and the wooden stake that was generally lodged in the chest. Hard to miss the stake.
“Oh, man, is that who I think it is?” The uniform next to Antonio pressed in a bit too close.
Antonio slapped his hand against his chest. “Don’t even think about screwing up my crime scene.” Like things weren’t screwed up enough. That tip they’d received…“Two women fighting, screaming, someone needs help at Belmont and Queens. The crazy bitch was screaming about vampires.”
Screaming about vampires—and now the victim had been staked.
“Captain, don’t you recognize her?”
He turned to stare at the uniform. Red spots blotched the kid’s face.
“Should I?” Another body. Another case that would give him heartburn.
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Couldn’t the supernaturals ever back off?
A quick swipe of the cop’s tongue. “She’s Lisa Durant. You know, Senator Durant’s niece. I saw—I saw her on TV a few weeks back. She was…” His gaze fell to the body. “Hot.”
Not anymore.
Antonio’s back teeth locked. Senator’s niece. Oh, hell. Keeping this quiet would be a bitch.
He glanced back at the stake. His eyes narrowed. “Jon…is that what I think it is?” Not enough light to tell for sure from this angle, but that looked like—
The crime scene tech who’d crouched beside the body shot him a grin.
“Bloody fingerprints. Hell, yes.”
Antonio’s hand ran over his face. “Run ’em, and give the report to me.” His eyes held Jon’s. “Only me, you got that?”
Jon gave a grim nod.
“Good.” Because he had a feeling the supernatural shit was about to hit the fan in his city.
“Dee.”
Somebody shook her. Hard.
“You’ve got to wake up. That hit you took to the head left you concussed. You can’t sleep.”
But she really wanted to, just a little longer anyway.
“Dee!” Another shake. One hard enough to rattle her teeth.
She managed to crack open one eye. “Should you really…shake a woman with a…concussion?”
A brief grin turned up his lips. “It was either shake you or maybe let you slide into a coma.”
Something wet and cold pressed against the back of her neck and Dee sucked in a fast breath. “What the hell?”
The grin flashed again. Was the guy enjoying her pain or what? “The ice will make the giant knot go away sooner.”
Both of her eyes opened. Dee realized she was on a couch, propped up against some cushions, and Simon, he was over her, around her. One h
and held her shoulder, urging her close, while the other anchored the ice pack at the base of her skull. Mere inches separated their faces. His smoky eyes were so deep and intense. She noticed his lashes then. Really long, dark lashes. Weird, because his face was hard and—
“You back with me this time?” he murmured.
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grogginess of before was gone. “Yeah, I…think so.” If she could stop being an idiot and gazing into his eyes like some lovesick teen with a crush. Jeez.
Dee fumbled for the ice pack. Her fingers tangled with his. “I’ve—I’ve got this.”
His jaw locked.
Okay, so maybe she wasn’t being the most gracious victim.
Good southern manners had never been her strong suit.
Simon’s hand fell away and she pressed the frigid pack against her head. “Don’t worry…about me,” she managed. “I’m a fast healer.” For a human, anyway. She dragged her gaze away from him and scanned the room. Bare walls. No photos, no paintings. A TV, DVD player, game consoles. And in the corner…what was that? A porn magazine? “Ah, your place?”
A grim nod.
The ice shifted beneath her fingers. “Look, Simon, I appreciate you trying to come to my aid—”
“I saved your ass, Dee, again.”
True, though she was a bit sketchy on the details. “I don’t…I can’t remember what happened after I left the alley.” The vamps had jumped her.
She’d fired her gun. Run out of bullets. Started staking.
Too many of them.
They’d knocked her down. Her head had thudded into the ground and
—
“I woke up in her blood.” She didn’t even know the woman’s name.
Another vic. So many nameless faces.
Simon began to ease back. Dee’s left hand grabbed for him. “I didn’t kill her.”
His head cocked. “Thought you just said you didn’t remember.”
Dee swallowed and hoped she was telling the truth. “I wouldn’t kill a human.”
“You had the stake against her heart last night.”
“To scare her, not to kill her!” Oh, bad idea. Shouting made the throbbing much worse. “Simon, trust me, I-I wouldn’t kill a human, not after what happened to—” She broke off, clamping her lips together. So, what? A bump on the head had made her super chatty?
“You want me to trust you?” he asked.
Dee realized her fingers were digging into his wrist. With an effort, she unclamped and nodded.
“You tell me why you’re so gung-ho against the vamps, and make me believe you’d never stake an unarmed woman. Then we’ll see about talking 50
trust.”
The ice had begun to melt. A trickle of water slid down the back of her neck. “My story’s not so different from yours.”
He didn’t speak.
Fine. He wanted her soul naked—that was the way it would have to be. Because right now, she needed him. Until I can find out what the hell is happening. “When I was fifteen, I came home to find a bloodbath at my house.”
Mom? Mom? Where are you?
Dee ignored that soft voice whispering in her head. The voice of the girl she’d been a lifetime ago.
She cleared her throat and said, “My date dropped me off at the door.
My first date.” He’d wrapped his sweaty palms around her shoulders and given her a kiss. Wet, sloppy, but her first kiss. Then he’d hightailed it out of there when he heard a thump from inside.
Vince had thought her dad was coming. The ex-marine, tough as nails guy who’d been cleaning his gun before they left.
“Dammit, I loved him so much,” she murmured. That stupid gun.
She’d begged him to put the thing up before Vince arrived. People didn’t really do things like that, but he’d—
“The boy you were—”
A hard shake of her head. “No. Forget it.” She swallowed. “The lights were on when I went inside, but I couldn’t find anyone.” But she’d smelled a thick, hard odor.
Blood and death.
“I found my dad first. He was in the hallway. His throat had been ripped open.” So much blood. She hadn’t screamed when she’d seen him.
She should have, she’d even tried, but her breath had been gone.
She’d dropped to her knees next to him. His precious gun had still been in his hands. Her dad never loaded the thing so it hadn’t done him a bit of good.
Simon’s fingers skated down her cheek and Dee realized she’d dropped her gaze. His hand curled under her chin and he forced her to look at him again.
Better him than the past. “I found my sister next.” She paused, felt the pain. “She was seven.”
They’d killed her in her bedroom, right there next to Sara’s pretty pink bed and her tall, white doll house.
“Some vamps get off on children’s blood. They think it makes them stronger,” he said. “Dee, look at me.”
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She was, but she could still see Sara. “She used to drive me crazy. I was so much older and—” And Simon probably didn’t care. He didn’t want to know what a bitch she’d been to her kid sister. Didn’t want to know that she’d run straight to Sara’s room after finding her father, her heart burning her chest. When she’d found Sara, she’d fallen.
The scream had come then. Breaking from her mouth and shattering her.
“I screamed for her, for help, and then I heard the footsteps coming.”
So stupid.
“They would have heard you the minute you entered the house,”
Simon said and his face hardened. “The bastards were just playing with you.”
She knew that now. They’d let her find the bodies, let the terror and grief break her, and they’d crept out to watch her. Sick, twisted freaks.
Then they’d attacked.
“Their mouths were stained with blood. When I saw their teeth, I-I didn’t believe what I was seeing at first.”
Because who would believe vampires were real? That they’d just slaughtered your family?
“We’ve been waiting for you, little Sandra Dee, waiting so long.”
Dee jumped and the ice pack tumbled from her fingers. “What? What the hell did you just say?”
His fingers fell away. “I said they were waiting for you, probably trying to make sure you were alone before they attacked. It’s the way the bastards work.”
Yeah, it was.
“How did you get away?”
Because of a miracle. Or, no, maybe because the devil had gotten bored and decided to stir up hell on earth. “My mother came down the stairs.”
Still alive. Dee had gasped those words. One vamp had held her right arm, another her left. She’d thought they were going to rip her apart. And the other vamp bastard—the one with the blond hair, coal black eyes, and the lying, kind face—he’d watched her with a smile.
Her mother had stumbled down the steps. Thick, gaping wounds covered her neck. “The vamps hadn’t been easy with her.” A rusty, broken laugh. “When are they ever easy?” A kind kill wasn’t generally an option for vampires. They liked prey to suffer.
Blood had soaked her mother’s shirt. Her face…“She was so pale.
Trembling. And her eyes, they were—” Changing. Fading from a brilliant 52
gold to dark shadows. She hadn’t known what that darkness meant. Not then.
“They laughed when they saw her. Told her that she couldn’t have a drink.” Mom doesn’t drink. The stupid thought had been the fifteen-year-old’s. Her mother never touched alcohol. Never.
His jaw locked but his gaze never wavered. “Finish it,” he gritted.
She didn’t want to. Dee squeezed her eyes shut.
Darkness.
Just like her mother’s eyes.
Were all vampires really bad?
Some hunters claimed a vampire lost his soul when he was transformed. That goodness died and only evil remained. A
shifter had told her that once—he’d said the decay and the rot that he smelled from vamps came from the decay inside, where a soul should be.
Maybe the old fox had been full of bullshit, but she’d asked Jude and he’d said he caught the same stench any time a vamp was near.
Except once, he’d told her about a vamp in LA who—
“How did you get away?” he repeated.
Dee opened her eyes. “She—she had a weapon. That thump I’d heard before, she’d broken a table. I guess they didn’t think she had any fight left, but she did.” A bit of pride there. “When she reached the landing, she lunged and stabbed the lead bastard in the back.”
A moment of weakness. That was all she’d needed. Just a moment.
“Go, Sandra Dee. Go,” she whispered her mother’s last words. A sad smile curved her lips. “And I did. I ran and I left her there.” To die.
Rage and fear had twisted her stomach as she rushed down the hall and out of the house. “I left her,” she repeated, voice still soft. The other vamps had turned on her mother when she’d stabbed the leader, and their attack had given Dee that one moment to break away.
Kill them. The thought now was the same as it had been then. Kill them. She hadn’t wanted to get help. She’d wanted to find someone to kill the bastards in her house.
“I ran outside. Went to a neighbor’s.” They hadn’t been close. Not close enough to hear her first scream. If only.
Mark McKenley and his wife Julie had wanted to go to her house, right away. They’d called the cops, and Mark had taken off with his old hunting shotgun. Dee remembered rushing after him, screaming that the gun wouldn’t be enough.
“Something happened in my house.” She licked her lips. “Fire…the smoke, I saw it the minute I went back outside.”
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Mom!
“Fire burns fast, you know. So fast.” Greedy flames, licking up the side of her house, peeling the paint away in thick bubbles, eating at her home.
“I know,” his gruff whisper.
Julie had held her back. Mark, sixty, with stooped shoulders and shaking hands, had burst into the burning house, screaming her mother’s name.
He’d stayed inside, until the firefighters arrived and dragged his body out.