I crawled off him. My ribs hurt tremendously, but I didnt cradle my aching sides like I wanted to. A scuffle to my left made me whip my head around, just in time to see the dark-haired vampire who had been about to be pronged in the capsule fling the two soldiers nearest him to the ground. Most of the team who werent guarding the exits had gone after Belinda, except for the ones kneeling by Zachary. This vampire had taken full advantage of their distraction.
Dave leapt for him, but the vampire ducked under, slid like a macabre penguin on his belly, and then took off at a flat run.
I sprinted forward, following the sounds from Tate and Cooper as they chased after Belinda. But being human, there was no way they could catch her.
I made my decision in a split second and went after Belinda instead. She was the bigger threat. Belinda knew the names of my team. She knew intimate details about the workings of Dons organization, and shed had enough experience being trapped by the security system in the compound to give detailed descriptions to anyone who might be crazy enough to try to breach it. There was no way I could let her repeat any of that.
I ran as fast as I could, quickly catching up to Tate and Juan. Up ahead, I couldnt see Belinda, but I could hear where shed been by squealing brakes and excla mations from people as she crossed what must have been a busy intersection.
Get the car, I gasped out to Tate, darting past him. Track me!
I had a transmitter in my beeper, and by car, they could follow faster. Plus handle any police, if it came to that. There were more tires screeching and I headed in that direction, bursting through an intersection and catching a glimpse of Belinda right before she darted down a side street.Oh no you dont, I thought.
I put more effort into it, wishing my ribs didnt feel like they were breaking with every step. Inside I was praying that Belinda didnt dash into someones home and try to get a hostage, but maybe shed seen and heard enough about me and the team to know that wouldnt work in her favor. No, she just ran like hell, and I was cursing her even as I kept up.
Belinda leapt over a fence without even a pause in her stride. At least she wasnt a Master vampire who could fly; Id be screwed then. I took the fence almost as quickly as she had, but the gash it gave me when a jagged edge of metal scored my leg didnt heal instantly, as it did for her. There were days when I envied undead healing abilities. Just not enough to turn myself fully into a vampire to get them.
When I gained on her enough to take the chance, I threw my knives. I only had two of them left, so these had to count. The blades landed in the right area in Belindas back, making her stagger, but she didnt go down. Dammit, I missed her heart! My accuracy while running full-out over uneven ground with a weaving target wasnt nearly what it was if wed been in close quarters while I was stationary.Note to self: Work on knife-throwing skills while in a chase.
But the blades began to slow her. All that jostling must be driving the one dangerously near to her heart, and Belinda couldnt stop to get a good enough grab on the handles to pull them out. She tried swiping at her back while maintaining her breakneck speed, but all she succeeded in doing with her flailing was to slant a knife deeper in her back instead of pulling it out. Belinda staggered again, and I willed myself to go faster.Almost therehit the gas, Cat, you cant let her get away!
I gathered my strength and sprang, managing to grasp Belindas ankles and knock her over. She whipped around, her fangs snapping at any piece of my flesh they could find. I ignored that and flung myself on top of her, bearing all my weight into her torso.
Belinda stilled at once. Her wide, cornflower-blue eyes met mine for a second, and then her lids dipped even as she let out a scream that was cut off in the next moment. Those blades, still in her back, had been driven through her heart.
I wasnt about to take any chances. I flipped Belinda over and gave both knives a hard twist, feeling her go completely limp under me.You should have taken the ten-year deal, I thought coldly.Instead you brought it to this.
A scream alerted me to my surroundings. Belinda and I were on the edge of someones lawn, it looked like. The homeowner, an older woman, was clearly upset at seeing two women fight to the death in her backyard.
I sat back with a sigh. Go ahead, call 911. Itll make you feel better. Even though the police would never get their hands on me. No, not with Dons credentials. Besides, Tate and the guys would be here soon, and so would Bones, Id bet. He didnt need my transmitter to track me; he could do it by scent.
She babbled something that sounded like, Murderer, and went inside, slamming her door. Moments later, there was the sound of her calling the police.
I stayed on the grass near Belinda, nodding politely at the few nearby neighbors who came out to gawk at me before running inside and placing their own emergency calls. Id been there less than three minutes before Bones came streaking into view. He slowed when he saw me, walking the last several yards to where I sat.
All right, luv?
I nodded. Scratches and bruises, nothing serious. The vampire you were after?
He knelt next to me. Exchanging hallos with Belinda in hell by now, I should think.
Good. One might have gotten away, but three didnt, and the most dangerous of those three was starting to shrivel in the late afternoon sun.
Zachary?
Bones shook his head. I took in a deep breath, wishing I could stab Belinda again and somehow make her feel it.
The squealing of tires announced the guys arrival as, moments later, Juan and Tate jumped out of the car that skidded to a stop by us.
I stood up, brushing some of the grass and dirt off me.
As you can see, guys, Belinda has been fired.
FOUR
THE OTHER VAMPIRE GOT AWAY.DAVE BLAMED himself for not being the one to strap him in the capsule, but hed been so distracted after Belinda attacked Zachary, which was what shed intended, of course. Zachary bled to death before Bones finished with the last vampire, so he hadnt gotten to him in time to heal him. Zachary had had the teams version of a living will, too. One that stated he didnt want to be brought back as anything inhuman if he were killed on a job. So, all of us somber, we honored his wishes and buried him.
Ethan turned out to be an orphan, which explained why his parents hadnt strongly opposed the part hed played as my son. I made Don promise never to use him or any other child again for something so dangerous, and to find him a good foster home. If Don could run a secret branch of the government to fight the undead, finding a foster home for an orphan shouldnt be too hard.
At last, V-day for Tate arrived. Everyone was at the compound. We were only short one person, and thats because her flight had been delayed due to mechanical difficulties. Annette, the first vampire Bones ever created, was coming in to help with Tate.
That had been my idea. Bones had barely spoken to Annette since her attempt to scare me off with sordid details of his past, but I knew their estrangement bothered him. So I suggested Annette could trade off shifts in the cell Tate would be locked in after his change. It could take up to a week before Tate would be able to control his hunger without ripping open the first vein he saw, so no one with a pulse could help Tate those first several days. Dave had already volunteered, but with a third person, it would free up some of Boness time. And give Annette a chance to mend fences. Wasnt I just the little peacemaker?
Now, however, I was nervous. In half an hour, Bones would kill Tate, only to bring him back again. The time from bite to rebirth could last one hour, or several. Wed scheduled this for eight p.m., right after sundown, when Bones would be at his strongest. It took a lot out of a vampire to change someone over, or so Id been told. This was my first experience with it.
True to form, Don had videos set up. He even had electrodes stuck to Tates chest and head to monitor the exact moment of death as well as brainwave activity. Bones shook his head upon seeing all the high-tech setup, acidly inquiring if it was being broadcast over the Internet as well. Don didnt care. He intended to glean all available information he could for study. In that, he was shameless.
Tate was in a room reinforced with a series of titanium locks. Hell, they even had a macabre-looking operating table outfitted with clamps made of the same metal. Bones told Don all these precautions were overkill, pun intended, but Don was worried about Tate busting out and running amok. Tate was strapped to that table now, wearing only a pair of shorts to allow for easier electrode access. I slipped in to see him as a human one last time.
Numerous bags of blood sat in a cooler nearby for Tates first few meals. My gaze met his indigo one as I stood next to the inclined slab, maneuvering it until he was upright.
God, Tate. My voice wavered. Are you sure about this?
He attempted a smile, but it lacked its usual depth. Dont look so spooked, Cat. Youd think you were the one about to die, not me.
I laid my hand on his cheek. His skin felt as warm as mine. This was the last time it would be that way. Tate sighed and inclined his head closer.
Its been a strange ride, hasnt it? he murmured. I remember when I didnt believe in vampires. Now Im about to join their ranks, led by a son of a bitch I despise. Ironic, huh?
You dont have to do this, Tate. You can change your mind and well call the whole thing off.
He took another deep breath. As a vampire, Ill be stronger, faster, and harder to kill. The team needs thatand so do you.
Dont you dare do this for me, Tate. My voice trembled with vehemence. If this is for me, then get off that table right now.
Im doing this, he repeated, his tone equally vehement. You cant talk me out of it, Cat.
Bones saved me from a response by coming up behind me. Its time, Kitten.
I went to the small observatory one level up, where the video from that room fed into. My uncle was already seated, watching the screen. Juan, Cooper, and Dave came into our room. I couldnt look away as on the screen, Bones walked over to Tate with the slow grace of a true predator. Tates breathing and heartbeat began to accelerate.
Bones studied him without emotion. You wont gain what youre hoping for, mate, but you will have to live with this decision the rest of your days. So, one last time, do you want this?
Tate took a long breath. Youve wanted to kill me for months. Heres your chance. Just do it.
In the next second, Boness fangs were sunk deep into Tates neck. The machines picked up Tates skyrocketing pulse as he gasped, stiffening. Dave gripped my hand and I clenched back, watching as Bones drank the life from my friend with deep, long pulls of his mouth. That pale throat worked over and over as he swallowed. The sounds from the EKG monitor slowed, decreased, and then made only intermittent, brief bleeps when Bones lifted his head.
He licked the spare drops of blood around his mouth before pulling out a blade and making a gouge in his own neck. Then Bones pressed Tates lolling head to the wound, keeping the tip of the knife in his neck so it didnt close.
Tates mouth moved, at first feebly lapping at the blood, and then sucking with more vigor. The EEG monitor began to make alarming noises. Bones dropped the knife as Tate, eyes closed, clamped his teeth around his neck and tore at it. Bones held Tates head, not flinching as he chomped at him for more. Tate gnashed and sucked as the minutes ticked on, his heartbeat skipping longer and longer in between blips until at last there wassilence.
Bones tore Tates mouth free, wrenching it loose and staggering back. The EEG went haywire while the EKG showed a straight flat line on its monitor. A great tremor wracked Tates body, rattling the clamps holding him. Then he slumped in his restraints, motionless. Dead, but waiting to rise.
The hours dragged by with painful slowness. Bones sat on the floor of the cell, looking like he was resting, but I knew he wasnt asleep. Every so often, his gaze would flick over to Tates still form. I wondered if he could feel changes in the energy around Tate. Lord knew the EEG could. It hadnt shut up the whole time. Bones must have wanted to smash it more than once by now, with all the bleeps and squawks it made.
Bones had helped himself to two of the blood bags after Tate-died? Passed out? What was the term for the state Tate was in now, anyway?-even though Bones hated bagged plasma. Hed likened the taste to rotten milk, for an analogy Id understand when Id once asked him why he didnt just eat that instead of biting people. But with what hed drained into Tate, Bones needed a refill, taste preferences notwithstanding.
Juan yawned. It was after midnight, and so far, wed done nothing but watch Tate lie there. Still, no one seemed to want to tear their eyes from the screen.
You can all get some sleep, Ill buzz you when theres any change, I suggested. I was used to being awake late. Being half vampire had its quirks.
Don gave me a tired but firm look. I think I speak for everyone when I say hell no, Im staying.
There were grunts of agreement. I shrugged, defeated, and turned my attention back to the screen.
The only warning I had was Bones standing up. Then, suddenly, Tates supine body was a seething mass of motion. His eyes were open, every muscle strained against the clamps, and a howl so unearthly feral it rocked me back in my seat came from the speakers.
Jesus Christ, Don muttered, his former slump gone.
Tates scream grew impossibly louder. Through the blur from the frenzied scissoring of Tates head as he fought against his restraints, I saw his mouth was openand fangs were clearly visible as he continued to howl like hed just come straight from hell.