Halfway to the Grave
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Hennessey was still on the lookout to restock his supplies. After ten days of spying, Francesca had confirmed that. It was the same thing we'd heard from Lola and Charlie, so no real shocker there, but what she did relay in her most recent surreptitious phone call was noteworthy. She'd overheard one of Hennessey's men refer to a mysterious human partner as "Your Honor." It could be a sarcastic title, but considering the tampered police records and Hennessey's new method of preventing disappearances from being reported, Bones thought differently. He figured it was a judge, maybe from Columbus, where most of the evidence-tampering had taken place. We were working that angle, but there was the other one as well. When you were looking to catch someone who didn't want to be caught, you needed bait. Bait placed out temptingly for the still-unknown Switch or Hennessey to try and snatch. That's where I came in. During the day I went to college, but at night I made my rounds at all of the easy-sleazy bars and clubs we could hit. Did I mention it was a dirty job?
"Catherine? My God, Catherine, is that you?"
Huh? No one called me that name except for my family, and certainly none of them were here. Yet there was something familiar about that voice.
I pivoted around in my chair, and the glass I'd been protecting from any added chemicals crashed to the floor. Six years later and still I knew him at a glance.
Danny Milton stood in front of me, openmouthed at my appearance in my tight silver dress and knee-high boots. The black leather gloves that were my standard matched my heart when I saw his gaze drop from my face to my cl**vage and back again.
"Wow, Catherine, you look...wow!"
Either he was truly speechless at my appearance or college literary classes had not been kind. My eyes narrowed as I considered my options. One: Put a stake through his heart. Appealing, but morally incorrect. Two: Ignore him and hope he went away. Possible, but too kind. Three: Order another drink and throw it in his face while thanking him for the memories. Deserved, but too flashy. I wasn't looking to draw unwanted attention or get thrown out of the place. That only left Option Two. Damn, that was the least satisfying of them all.
I raked him with a withering stare and then turned my back. I hoped he'd get the message.
He didn't. "Hey, you've got to remember me. We met on the road and you helped me change my tire. And you can't forget I was the first person you ever-"
"Shut up, you idiot!"
After so long, he had the unimaginable nerve to start blurting out loud enough for the deaf to hear that he'd been the first guy I slept with? Maybe Option One was the better plan after all.
"See, you do remember me," he went on, apparently not catching the 'idiot' part. "Gee, it's been...what, six years? More? I almost didn't recognize you. I know you didn't look like this before. Not that you weren't cute and all, but you kind of looked like a baby then. You're all grown up now."
He certainly didn't appear much different. His hair was about the same length, the same sandy brown, and his eyes were the blue of my memory. Danny was a touch softer around the midsection, or perhaps bitterness colored my vision. To me, he looked like all the rest now. Just another guy trying to take advantage. Too bad I couldn't kill him for that reason alone.
"Danny, for your own good, turn around and walk away." Bones was here somewhere, though I didn't see him, but if he was watching me and found out who this was, I knew he'd have no conflict of conscience about pulling Danny's plug.
"But why? We should catch up. After all, it's been a long time." Without invitation, he plunked down at the recently vacated seat next to me.
"There's nothing to catch up on. You came, you saw, you scored, you left. End of story."
I turned my back again, surprised at the stab of hurt that still remained. Some wounds never quite healed, even with time and knowledge.
"Oh, come on, Catherine, it wasn't all like that-"
"Well, hallo there, mate. What have we here?"
Bones materialized from behind Danny, a truly vicious smile on his face. Oh shit.
"This person was just leaving," I stiffly said, praying Danny would have half a brain cell and bolt before Bones realized who he was. If he hadn't already. The look on Bones's face was pure predator.
"Not yet, Kitten, we haven't been introduced." Uh-oh, not a good idea, not a good idea. "My name is Bones, and you are...?"
"Danny Milton. I'm an old friend of Catherine's."
Unsuspecting, Danny reached out to shake the hand that was offered to him. Bones grasped it and didn't let go, even when Danny attempted to tug it free.
"Hey, man, I don't want any trouble, I was just saying hello to Catherine and...uunnngghhhh."
"Don't say a word." Bones spoke in a voice so low he was barely audible. Underneath his lashes, his eyes blazed with green fire and power leaked off him. His grip tightened, and I literally heard the bones shatter in Danny's hand.
"Stop it," I breathed, standing up to touch him.
He was immobile under my fingers, only his hand kept contracting. Tears streamed down Danny's face although he stayed silent, helpless under that green gaze.
"It isn't worth it. You're not changing anything that happened."
"He hurt you, Kitten," Bones replied, pitilessly watching the tears roll from Danny's eyes. "I'll kill him for it."
"Don't." I knew he wasn't using a figure of speech. "It's over. If it wasn't for him using me, I'd have never gone for that first vampire. That means I wouldn't have met you. Things happen for a reason, don't you believe that?"
Although he didn't relax his hand, he looked over at me.
I brushed his face. "Please. Let him go."
Bones released him. Danny fell to his knees and promptly threw up. Blood oozed out from his hand where his bones had broken through his skin. Looking down at him, I felt only the barest hint of sympathy. A lot had happened in the years since I'd seen him.
"Bartender, he looks like he might need a cab," Bones said tersely to the man behind the counter, who hadn't noticed a thing. "Poor bugger can't hold his drink."
He bent down as if to help Danny to his feet, and I heard him speak in quiet terrifying tones.
"You say one more blasted word and the next thing I'll be crushing is your stones. Tonight's your lucky night, mate. You'd better thank your bleedin' stars she stopped me, or you and I would be having a party you wouldn't live long enough to forget."
While Danny gulped, sobbing and clutching his hand to his chest, Bones propelled me out toward the door after throwing a fifty at the bartender, way over the tab for my drinks.
"Best be leaving, pet. We'll have to try it another night. This has attracted a bit too much attention."
"I told you to leave it alone." I followed him to the truck, speeding off as soon as we got in. "Dammit, Bones, that could have been avoided."
"I saw your face when he spoke to you. You went white as a ghost. Knew who it had to be, and I know how hurt you were by it."
His soft tone was somehow more pointed than screaming.
"But what did smashing his hand accomplish? We won't know if Hennessey or Switch comes tonight. What if one of them do, and they nab someone? Danny isn't worth a woman's life because he slept with me and then dumped me!"
"I love you. You have no idea what you're worth to me."
Again, his voice was low, but this time it vibrated with emotion. Too distracted to drive and talk at the same time, I pulled off the highway and faced him.
"Bones, I-I can't say the same, but you mean more to me than anyone else has. Ever. Isn't that worth something?"
He leaned over and took my face in his hands. The same fingers that had just crushed and maimed delicately traced my jaw as though it were fine crystal.
"It's worth something, but I'm still holding out to hear the other. Do you realize that tonight is the first time I've heard someone call you by your real name?"
"That's not my real name anymore." Honestly I felt that way. How vampire of me.
"What's your full name? I already know it, of course, but I want to hear you say it."
"Catherine Kathleen Crawfield. But you can call me Cat." This last part was said with a smile because he had never addressed me in any way but one.
"I think I'll stay with Kitten." He smiled back, the tension easing. "It's what you reminded me of when we met. An angry, defiant, brave little kitten. And every once in a while you're cuddly like one."
"Bones, I know you didn't want to walk away before at the bar, and if I know you, you're numbering Danny's days. But I don't want his death on my conscience. Promise me you'll never do it."
He gave me a look of amazement. "You don't still have feelings for that wanker, do you?"
Apparently we still had some issues to discuss over good killing versus bad. "Oh, I have feelings for him, all right. I'd like to put him in the ground myself, believe me. Still, it would be wrong. Promise me."
"Fine. I promise I won't kill him."
He said it too easily. My eyes narrowed.
"Promise me right here and now that you will also never cripple, maim, dismember, blind, torture, bleed, or otherwise inflict any injury on Danny Milton. Or otherwise stand by while someone else does as you watch."
"Blimey, that's not fair!" he protested.
Guess it was good I hadn't just accepted his first agreement. "Promise!"
He made an exasperated noise. "Fine. Bloody hell. Didn't I teach you too well to cover all of your bases?"
"Yes, you did. We can't go back to the bar now. What do you want to do?"
He traced a finger across my lips.
"You decide."
A twinge of mischief shot through me. With all of our meticulous research, going through missing persons reports, autopsies, and the general grim task of trying to find a bunch of mass murderers, we hadn't had much time for lightheartedness. Putting the truck back into gear, I got onto the highway and headed south. After an hour, I pulled onto a gravel road.
Bones gave me a sideways smile. "Taking a trip down memory lane, are we?"
"So you do remember this place."
"Hard to forget," he snorted. "This is where you tried to kill me. You were so nervous, you kept blushing. Never had someone try to stake me who blushed so much."
I parked within view of the water and unfastened my seat belt.
"You knocked the living daylights out of me that night. Want to try it again?"
A breath of laughter escaped him. "You want me to hit you? Blimey, but you do like it rough."
"No. Let's try the other. Maybe you'll have better results. Want to shag?"
I managed to keep a straight face, but my lips twitched. A light appeared in his eyes, that beginning of green flame.
"Still wearing your stakes? Going to make me rest in pieces?" Bones took off his jacket as he spoke, clearly not alarmed in the least.
"Kiss me and find out."
He moved in that lightning-fast way of his, the one I'd seen hundreds of times before but that still managed to surprise me with its suddenness. Bones pulled me to him, tilting my head back and covering my mouth before I blinked.
"Not much room in here," he whispered after a long minute. "Want to go outside so you can stretch out?"
"Oh no. Right here. Love to do it in a truck."
His former words rolled off my tongue and he laughed. His eyes glowed pure emerald and when he smiled, fangs protruded from his lips.
"Let's find out."
After another two weeks of fruitless trolling, we still hadn't found any trace of Hennessey or Switch. I'd been to every sordid club within a fifty-mile range of Columbus, but with no luck. Bones reminded me that he'd been after Hennessey for the better part of eleven years. Age had taught him patience. Youth had taught me to get frustrated at the lack of progress.
We were at my apartment, waiting for the pizza I'd ordered. It was a Sunday evening, so we weren't going out tonight. I had every intention of doing nothing but kicking back now and studying later. Even going to the grocery store had been too much for me, hence the delivery. Whatever I'd inherited from my mother, it hadn't been her inclination to cook.
A knock at the door had me glancing in bemusement at the clock. Only fifteen minutes since I'd ordered. My, that was fast.
Courteously Bones started to get up, but I grabbed my robe and stopped him.
"Stay there. You're not eating it anyway."
A grin touched his mouth. He could eat solid food, I'd seen him do it, but he didn't take much enjoyment out of it. He'd once remarked that he did it more to blend in.
I opened my front door-and then slammed it shut with a cry. "Sweet Jesus!"
Bones was up in a flash, still na**d but now with a knife in his hand. The sight of that made another scream escape me even as there was an annoyed banging on the door.
"Catherine, what is the matter with you? Open this door!"
I was thrown into a state of sheer, mindless panic. "It's my mother!" I whispered fiercely, as if Bones hadn't figured that out. "Holy shit, you have to hide!"
I literally shoved him toward the bedroom, yelling, "I-I'll be right there, I'm not dressed!"
He went, but with none of my hysteria. "Kitten, you still haven't told her? Blimey, what are you waiting for?"
"The Second Coming of Christ!" I snapped. "And not a moment sooner! Here, in the closet!"