Silence fell. It was heavenly.
We zoomed through the streets at record speed, and all I could do was thank the stars that there wasn’t much traffic about at that hour.
The cemetery’s main gates were locked but that wasn’t much of a problem to a werewolf. Once he’d broken the lock and opened the gates fully, we drove around to the left, following a road that was lined by bare rosebushes.
“Who reported the murder?” I asked, eyeing the gravestone-filled darkness with some trepidation. Cemeteries were not a favorite place of mine. There were too many ghosts wandering about, and not all of them were the pleasant type.
“It came in anonymously, and they weren’t on the line long enough for a trace.”
“No caller ID, then?”
“Nope.”
“Unusual.”
“It could be, but a lot of folks don’t want to get involved any more than necessary.”
Especially when it came to non-human activities. Still, this time it niggled, and I had no idea why. He pulled to a parking spot and climbed out of the car. I grabbed the stakes and my coat, then followed suit, relieved that I’d torn the bells off my shoes. The jingle would have clashed against the somber feel of the cemetery.
I slammed the door shut and moved to the front of the car. “Where is the body?” I said, my gaze sweeping over the varied headstones sitting in orderly soldier rows. There were no ghosts out there, and for that I had to be glad. I wasn’t in the mood for their chatter tonight.
His nostrils flared slightly, then he caught my hand in his and said, “It’s this way.”
I didn’t question his certainty. He was a were, so if there was blood on the breeze, he’d be smelling it. But as we wound our way through the headstones, a chill began to creep across my skin and goose bumps formed.
Something was out there.
My steps slowed. “Brodie—”
“I know,” he said softly. “We’re being paced at the moment.”
“Can you smell what they are?”
“No. They’re slightly downwind. But I can hear their steps.” He squeezed my hand lightly, but if he meant it to be reassuring, then it failed miserably. “There’s only one, so it won’t be a problem.”
“Maybe not for you, but I’m human.” And though I could fight, I still had nowhere near the strength or speed of a non-human. Which was a bummer when it was my job to fight the bad apples amongst them.
“They have to get through me to get to you, and trust me, that’s not going to happen.”
I couldn’t help smiling. Werewolves were so damn confident in their own fighting prowess it was sometimes scary. But at times like this, that was also damn comforting.
The smell of fresh earth touched the cold night air, and within minutes we came across the body. He was lying on his back beside a tractor, right next to a freshly dug grave, and the look of shock frozen onto his face suggested he hadn’t even seen his attacker. His neck had been slashed wide open by something jagged, but not much blood had seeped into the collar of his overalls and thick jacket. Someone—probably our vamp with the shattered canines—had sucked it all up.
“Why would he be digging a grave at night? And without a light?”
“There’s a lot of non-humans doing this sort of stuff now, and many of them don’t need lights to see at night. This guy doesn’t smell human.” He released my hand and knelt beside the body. “The scent lingering here is the one I chased earlier tonight. But there’s also a fainter scent that’s the same as the one I found near the other victims.”
“So we have two vampires, who may or may not be related, working together.” I studied the darkness surrounding us. “You think they could be hiding out here?”
“Wouldn’t be the first time vamps have made themselves at home in a cemetery. After all, that’s where the legends of vampires rising from graves came from.”
“But if our vamp tonight was hungry enough to attack this gravedigger, surely he would have attacked someone earlier? Hell, I was standing there looking more than a little cold and forlorn, and he showed no inclination to attack me.”
“Maybe he sensed the anger in you, and figured you’d put up too much of a—”
I didn’t hear the rest of his sentence, because something long and thin leapt out of the surrounding darkness and came straight at me. I had a brief glimpse of a white face, then he was flying into me, knocking the stakes from my hand and sending the both of us crashing to the ground.
I landed hard enough to leave me winded and briefly seeing stars. Stars that were quickly shattered by the growls of the vampire. His body covered my length and pinned me to the ground and the smell of him—earth and unwashed flesh—filled every breath. He snarled, revealing those shattered bloody canines, confirming our suspicions that he’d been the one to kill the gravedigger. And he intended to feed off me as well.
Not that I was about to let him.
I bucked in an effort to get him off, but he rode me like a bronco and laughed harshly—a sound that was abruptly cut off when my fist smashed into his face. I might be human, but I was strong, and my blow mashed his nose, sending blood flying.
He growled low down in his throat, a sound that was suddenly echoed. Then he was gone from me, tossed into the night like so much rubbish, and Brodie was there, hauling me upright.
“Are you okay?” he said, voice harsh and green eyes afire with anger and concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine—”
“Good. Stay here while I take care of that bastard.”
“Brodie, no, wait—”
Once again, I was speaking to nothing more than air. I rubbed my arms and studied the surrounding darkness. Whatever had been watching us before was still watching me now, and the feel of it made my skin crawl. It was an older evil than the one Brodie was chasing, and there was an odd sense of satisfaction coming from it.
I shivered slightly and looked around for the stakes. I found one. I’m sure the other one was out there in the darkness somewhere, but I wasn’t willing to go too far to find it. And while one stake might not help if whatever-it-was out there in the darkness attacked as suddenly as the first vamp had, at least holding it gave me some sense of security.
With stake in hand, I knelt down beside the body and studied the poor man’s neck. What a mess.
So who’d reported his murder? Did this gravedigger have a partner who’d fled the scene, or was he also lying out there in the darkness with a savaged neck? If so, why hadn’t Brodie scented him?
And who the hell was watching me?
I glanced at the surrounding gravestones, my heart pounding rapidly and the taste of fear in my mouth. I might have faced more than my fair share of bad guys over the years, but I was still human. Humans were easy kills for vampires, even one as well trained as me.
God, Brodie, where are you?
Why had he left me alone? Why hadn’t he sensed that our other watcher was still out there? Or had his anger at me being attacked blocked out awareness of everything else?
I blew out a breath, and tried to remain calm. But my knuckles practically glowed with the force of my grip on the stake, and every sense I had was tuned in the direction of the thing that still watched.
Still oozed an evil that was making my senses and stomach squirm.
I rose and walked around the body, heading for the tractor, to make sure we didn’t have another victim waiting to be uncovered in the cabin.
I didn’t get more than five steps when I sensed the approach of evil. Before I could react, he hit from behind, smashing my face into the ground. Suddenly all I could breathe was dirt, and the panic that had already been stirring surged to new heights. I struggled with all my might, but a hand against the back of my head pressed me down harder. A scream rose up my throat, but it had nowhere to go, echoing through my mind instead.
And then his free hand was on me, tearing at my clothes, caressing my skin, his flesh cold and clammy and horrid. I shuddered, fighting his touch, fighting him, with all my might, twisting and kicking and punching backward.