She wouldn"t have understood a lot about me, in fact. I hid more from her than I told her, if I were being honest, and yet for some reason, I told Bones things that I should hide.
After about thirty minutes of contemplating this and chipping the polish off my nails, Bones reappeared. He jumped into the trailer, untied his bike, and carried it one-handed to the ground.
"Hop on, pet. We"re finished."
"What about the car? Or the torso?"
I climbed behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist for leverage. It was disconcerting to be pressed so close to him after that near miss earlier, but I didn"t want to peel myself off the asphalt if I fell. At least he"d given me a helmet, although he didn"t wear one himself. One of the advantages of being already dead.
"Ted"s taking the car. Got a chop house that he runs for "em. It"s how he makes his living, didn"t I tell you?"
No, he hadn"t, not that it mattered. "And the body?"
He sped off, leaving me clutching him at the sudden momentum as the motorcycle weaved onto the road.
"Part of the deal. He plants him for me. Less work for us. Ted"s a smart fellow, keeps his mouth shut and minds his business.
Don"t fret over him." "I"m not," I shouted over the wind. Actually, I was tired. It had already been a long night.
It was a two-hour drive back to the cave, and we arrived shortly after three a.m. My truck was parked about a quarter mile away from the entrance as usual, since the vehicle couldn"t navigate the rest of the way. Bones pulled to a stop at the truck, and I jumped off the motorcycle as soon as it quit moving. Motorcycles made me nervous. They just seemed such an unsafe way to travel. Vampires, of course, didn"t share my trepidation of a broken neck, limbs, or skin sloughed off on the pavement. The other reason for my haste was simple-to be away from Bones as quickly as possible. Before any further attacks of stupidity overwhelmed me.
"Off so soon, pet? The evening is young."
He looked at me with a glint in his eye and a devilish curl to his lips. I just collected my keys from their hiding place under a rock and heaved wearily into the truck.
"Maybe for you, but I"m going home. Go find yourself a nice neck to suck on."
Unperturbed, he uncurled himself from the bike.
"Going home wearing that dress with blood all over it? Your mum might worry at seeing you that way. You can come inside and change. Promise I won"t peek." The last part was accompanied by an exaggerated wink that made me smile despite my watchfulness.
"No, I"ll change at a gas station or something. By the way, since this job is done, when do I have to come back here? Do I get a break?"
I was hoping for a break not only in training, but also in the time spent in his company. Maybe my head needed to be examined, and some time away would help accomplish that.
"Sorry, Kitten. Tomorrow night you"re on again. Then after that I fly to Chicago to see my old friend Hennessey. With luck, I"ll be back on Thursday, because Friday I have another job for us...."
"Yeah, I get it," I said disgustedly. "Well, you just remember I"m starting college next week, so you"ll have to cut me some slack.
We might have an arrangement, but I"ve waited too long already to get my degree."
"Absolutely, pet. Fill your head with volumes of information that will never apply in real life. Just remember-dead girls pa.s.s no exams, so don"t think you"re going to neglect your training. Don"t fret, though. We"ll work it out. Speaking of that, here you go."
Bones drew out a wide opaque plastic bag from inside his jacket, which had looked considerably fuller than normal, come to notice. Rifling through it for a moment, he pulled out a wad of something green and held it out to me.
"Your share."
Huh? I stared at the multiple hundreds in his hand with disbelief that turned to suspicion.
"What"s this?"
He shook his head. "Blimey, but you"re a difficult chit! Fellow can"t even give you money without you arguing. This, luv, is twenty percent of the bounty Sergio had on his head. It"s for your part in him losing his head. See, I reckon since I don"t pay anything to the IRS, I may as well give their cut to you. Death and taxes. They go hand in hand."
Stupefied, I stared at the money. This was more than I could earn in six months of waitressing or working the orchards. And to think I had been worried about draining my savings on gas! Before he changed his mind, I shoved the cash in my glove box. "Umm, thanks." What did one say? Words left me at the moment.
He grinned. "You earned it, pet."
"You just got a big chunk of change yourself. Are you finally moving out of the cave?"
Bones chuckled. "Is that why you think I stay there? Out of lack of funds?"
His clear amus.e.m.e.nt made me defensive. "Why else? It"s not a Hilton. You have to pirate electricity and you wash in an ice-cold river. I didn"t think you did that just because you liked seeing your parts shrink!"
That really made him laugh. "Concerned for my bits and pieces, are you? Let me a.s.sure you, they"re fine. Of course, if you don"t take my word for it, you could always-"
"Don"t even think about it!"
He stopped laughing, but there was still a gleam in his eyes. "Too late for that, but back to your question. I stay there because it"s safer, primarily. I can hear you or anyone else coming from a mile away, and I know it like the back of my hand. Be difficult for someone to ambush me without my turning it around on them. Also, it"s quiet. I"m sure there have been many times the background noise from your house has kept you awake. And besides, it was given to me by a friend, so I check on it when I"m in Ohio and make sure all"s well, like I promised him."
"A friend gave you the cave? How do you give someone a cave?"
"His people found it hundreds of years ago, so that makes it theirs as much as anyone can claim anything they don"t walk around in. Used to be a winter residence of the Mingoes. They were a small tribe of the Iroquois nation, and they were one of the last Iroquois still in the state when the Indian Removal Act of 1831 was put into effect. Tanacharisson was a mate of mine, and he chose not to go to the reservation. He hid at the cave after the last of his tribe was forcibly removed. Time went by, he saw his people and culture being irrevocably destroyed, and he decided he"d had enough. He painted his body for battle and went off on a suicide mission against Fort Meigs. Before he did, though, he asked me to look out for his home. Make sure no one disturbed it.
There are bones of some of his ancestors back in the far part of it. He didn"t want the whites desecrating them."
"How terrible," I said softly, thinking of that lonely Indian making his last stand after seeing everything he loved disappear.
He studied my face. "It was his choice. He had no control over anything except how he died, and the Mingoes were very proud.
To him, it was a good death. One befitting the legacy of his people."
"Maybe. But when death is all you have left, it"s sad no matter how you cut it. It"s late, Bones. I"m leaving."
He touched my arm then, and his features were very serious.
"About what you told me earlier, I want you to know it wasn"t your fault. Bloke like that would"ve done the same to any girl, and no doubt has before and since you."
"Are you speaking from experience?"
It flew out before I could stop myself. Bones let his arm drop and he stepped back, giving me another unfathomable look.
"No, I"m not. I"ve never treated a woman in such a manner, and most especially not a virgin. Like I said before-you don"t have to be human to have some behaviors be beneath you."
I didn"t know what to say to that, so I just hit the gas and drove away.
EIGHT I T OCCURRED TO ME THE NEXT MORNING THAT I had a few hours with nothing to do and money to spend. The combination of both had never happened before. Energized by the thought, I ran upstairs to shower again and get dressed.
Showers were all I"d taken lately, since baths had proven to be slightly dangerous.
After a blissful trip to the mall, I was shocked when I glanced at my watch and saw that it was after six. My, how time flew when I wasn"t killing something. It was too late to drive home and give my mother an excuse about tonight, so I settled on calling her. I lied-again-and told her I"d run into a friend and would be seeing a movie and having a late dinner. I hoped whatever occurred tonight wouldn"t take too long. It would be nice to spend a weekend evening at home for once.
Speeding to arrive late anyway, I leapt from the truck as soon as I pulled into the familiar grotto. Paranoid, I"d taken my packages with me. It would be just my luck for someone to break in and steal my purchases, even at the edge of the woods. By the time I"d sprinted the remaining mile to the entrance, I was almost out of breath.
Bones was waiting near the opening with a scowl.
"Took your sweet bleedin" time, I see. Oh, but I suppose everything in those bags is for me, so all"s forgiven. Guess I don"t have to wonder where you"ve been."
Oops. Suddenly it occurred to me that arriving with an armful of presents bought with his money while not getting him anything might be construed as rude. Covering my faux pas, I straightened my shoulders in feigned offense.
"Actually, I did get you something. Here. It"s for...umm, your aching muscles and pains."
I handed him the ma.s.sager I"d bought for my grandfather, realizing too late the stupidity in the gesture. Vampires didn"t have aching muscles or pains.
He looked at the box with interest.
"Well, well. Five speeds. Heat and ma.s.sage. Deep, penetrating action. Sure this isn"t yours?" That dark brow arched with volumes of meaning, and none of them therapeutic.
I s.n.a.t.c.hed it back.
"Just say so if you don"t want it. You don"t have to be so crude."
Bones gave me a pointed look. "Keep it and give it to your gramps like it was intended. Blimey, but you"re a bad liar. Good thing you manage to pull it off with the marks."
Exasperated already, I fixed him with a scathing look.
"Can we get on to business? Like the details about tonight?"
"Oh, that." We descended deeper into the cave. "Let"s see, your bloke"s over two hundred years old, naturally brown hair, but he changes his color periodically, talks with an accent, and is very quick in combat. Good news is, you can keep your knickers on. He"ll be smitten with you on sight. Any questions?"
"What"s his name?"
"He"ll probably make one up, most vampires do, but his name is Crispin. Get me when you"re ready. I"ll be watching telly."
Bones left me at my makeshift dressing room, and I flipped through the dozen or so s.k.a.n.k-wears he"d bought me until I pulled out a halter dress that almost skimmed the knees. Still too tight, but at least my b.o.o.bs and b.u.t.t didn"t hang out of it.
An hour of hot rollers, makeup, and high-heeled boots later, I was ready. Bones lounged sideways across the weathered chair, avidly watching Court TV. He loved the channel. Somehow, seeing a criminal get such a kick out of that program disturbed me. His favorite comment was that victims had less than half the rights of the offenders.
"Hate to pry you away, but I"m ready. You know, places to be, etc."
He glanced up in mild pique. "This is a good part. They"re about to deliver a verdict."
"Oh, for G.o.d"s sake! You"re worried about a verdict on a murder case when we"re about to commit one! Doesn"t that strike you as a little ironic?"
Suddenly he was in front of me, uncurling himself with the speed a striking rattler would envy.
"Yes, it does, pet. Let"s be off."
"Aren"t you driving separately?" We never rode together, to avoid people making the connection.
He shrugged it off.
"Believe me, you"d never find the place. It"s a different sort of club, very particular. Come on, let"s not keep the gent waiting."
Different sort of club. That was the biggest understatement I"d ever heard. It was far off the main highways, down a twisting back road that looked seldom traveled, and inside an industrial warehouse that was soundproofed. To the outside observer, it was simply another blue-collar industry building. Parking was around the back with only one narrow way in or out between tall trees that acted as a natural gate.
"What is this place?"
My eyes bugged even before we approached the door. There was a line of people waiting for entry. Bones simply pa.s.sed by them while pulling me along up to the female at the door who I a.s.sumed was the bouncer. She was as tall and broad-shouldered as a linebacker, with a face that would have been beautiful except for its preponderance of masculinity.
"Trixie, missed you," Bones greeted her. She actually had to bend down to return his kiss on the cheek.
"Been a while, Bones. Heard you"d left these parts."
He grinned and she returned it, showing gold incisors in her smile. Nice.
"Don"t believe everything you hear. That"s how rumors get started."
We slipped through the door, to the consternation of the waiting patrons. It was dark inside, with low beams of reduced light making brief flashes across the ceilings, and immediately I knew what kind of a "different" club it was.
There were vampires everywhere.
"What the h.e.l.l is this?"
My whisper was low and savage, because plenty of things here had great hearing.
Bones waved an unconcerned hand to encompa.s.s the general surroundings.
"This, luv, is a vampire club. It doesn"t even really have a name, although the locals call it Bite. All sorts of things come in here to mix and mingle comfortably, not having to hide their true natures. Why, right over there you have some ghosts at the bar."
My vision swung to where he gestured. d.a.m.ned if there weren"t three transparent men sitting (sort of ) on barstools, looking for all the world like a couple of regulars from Cheers. Well, Cheers Macabre, maybe. The energy that vibrated off the inhuman inhabitants made my entire body feel like it touched a live wire.
"My G.o.d...there"s so many of them...."
And there were. A couple hundred, at least.
"I hadn"t known there were that many vampires in the world..." I went on in disbelief.
"Kitten," Bones said patiently, ""round five percent of the population is undead. We"re in every state, every nation, and we have been for a very long time. Now, I give you, there are certain areas where you"ll find more of us. Ohio happens to be one of them.
I told you it has a thinner line separating the natural and the paranormal, so the whole region gives off a faint charge. The younger ones love that. Find it invigorating."
"You"re telling me my state is...a vampire hot spot?"
A nod. "Don"t feel too unlucky. There are dozens around the globe."