Jeaniene Frost - One Grave at a Time: A Night Huntress Novel

One Grave at a Time

A Night Huntress Novel

Jeaniene Frost

For my grandmother, Kathleen.

Though you are no longer with us,

you are no less loved.

Contents

The Malleus Maleficarum , or Hammer of Witches , is a real book written by Heinrich Kramer and Jacob Sprenger (though some scholars suggest Sprengers contribution was more ceremonial than authorial). For the purposes of my plot, however, I chose to credit the creation of the Malleus Maleficarum to only one author, Heinrich Kramer. Jacob Sprenger, you got off lucky this time.

Lasting Peace Cemetery

Garland, Texas

D onald Bartholomew Williams, get your ass back here now!

My bellow still hung in the air when movement drew my gaze to the right. Just behind a headstone shaped like a small, weeping angel stood my uncle. Don stared at me as he tugged on his eyebrow in a way that expressed his discomfort more eloquently than a litany of words. In his suit and tie, gray hair combed back in its usual impeccable style, Don would look like your average middle-aged businessman to anyone observing him, except for one thing. You had to be undead or a psychic to be able to see him.

Don Williams, former head of a covert branch of Homeland Security that guarded the public against rogue supernatural creatures, had died ten days ago. Yet there he stood. A ghost.

Id sobbed at his bedside when that fatal heart attack struck, seen to his cremation afterward, been like a zombie at his wake, and even brought his ashes back to my home so I could keep him near me. Little did I know how near to me Don had actually been, considering all those times Id thought I caught sight of him out of the corner of my eye. Id chalked up those brief glimpses of my uncle to nothing more than grief-induced mirages until five minutes ago, when I realized my husband, Bones, could see him, too. Even though we were in the middle of a cemetery that still had bodies strewn about from a recent battle, and I had silver bullets burning inside me like agonizing little bonfires, all I could focus on was that Don hadnt wanted me to know that he was still grave-side up.

My uncle looked none too pleased that Id discovered his secret. Part of me wanted to throw my arms around him while another part wanted to shake him until his teeth rattled. He should have told me, not skulked in the background playing a phantomish version of peekaboo! Of course, despite my dual urges, I could neither shake nor hug Don now. My hands would slip right through his newly diaphanous form, and likewise, my uncle couldnt touch anythingor anyonecorporeal anymore. So all I could do was stare at him, battling confusion, joy, and disbelief combined with some irritation at his deception.

Arent you going to say anything? I finally asked.

His gray gaze flicked a few feet beyond me. I didnt need to turn around to know that Bones had come up behind me. Since hed changed me from a half-breed into a full vampire, I could feel Bones like our auras were supernaturally intertwined. Which they were, I supposed. I still didnt know everything about what made up the connection between vampires and their sires. All I knew was that it existed, and it was powerful. Unless he shielded himself, I could sense Boness feelings as though they were a continuous stream threaded into my psyche.

Thats how I knew Bones was a lot more in control than I was. His initial shock at discovering Don as a ghost had given way to guarded contemplation. I, on the other hand, still felt like my emotions were in a whirlwind. Bones drew even with me, his dark brown gaze on my uncle.

You see that she is safe, Bones stated, an English accent coloring his words. We stopped Apollyon, so ghouls and vampires are at peace once more. You can go in peace. All is well.

Understanding bloomed along with a spurt of heart-wrenching emotion. Was that why my uncle hadnt crossed over like he should have? Probably. Don was even more of a control freak than I was, and though hed rejected my repeated offers to cure his cancer by becoming a vampire, maybe hed been too worried about the brewing undead hostilities to let go entirely when he died. Id seen at least one ghost stay on long enough to ensure the safety of a loved one. Making sure Id survived this battle and protected humanity by preventing a clash between vampires and ghouls was no doubt the anchor that had held Don here, but now, like Bones said, he could go.

I blinked past the sudden moisture in my gaze. Hes right, I said, my voice rasping. Ill always love and miss you, but youre... youve got somewhere else to be now, dont you?

My uncle gazed at both of us, his expression somber. Even though he didnt have actual lungs anymore, it sounded like he let out a slow, relieved breath.

Goodbye, Cat, he said, the first words hed spoken to me since the day he died. Then the air around him became hazy, blurring his features and obscuring his outline. I reached for Boness hand, feeling his strong fingers curling around mine with a comforting squeeze. At least Don wasnt in pain like the last time Id had to say goodbye to him. I tried to smile as my uncles image faded entirely, but grief hit me in a fresh wave. Knowing he was going on to where he belonged didnt mean the ache of losing him went away.

Bones waited several moments after Don vanished before turning to me.

Kitten, I know its wretched timing, but we still have things we must do. Like getting those bullets out of you, removing the bodies

Oh shit, I whispered.

Don appeared behind Bones while he was talking. A fierce scowl darkened my uncles features, and he waved his arms in an uncharacteristic display of emotional excess.

Does anyone want to explain why the hell I cant seem to leave?

I crumpled up the invoice in front of me, not throwing it away only because it wasnt the ministers fault that burying Dons ashes in hallowed ground didnt do jack toward sending my uncle to the Great Beyond. Wed now tried everything that our friendsalive, undead, or otherwisehad suggested to get my uncle to cross from this plane to the next one. None of it worked, as evidenced by Don pacing next to me, his feet not quite touching the floor.

His frustration was understandable. When you died, unless that was just a precursor to changing into a vampire or ghoul, you rather expected not to be stuck on earth anymore. Yeah, Id been around ghosts beforea lot latelybut considering the number of people who died compared to the number of ghosts that existed, the odds of getting your Casper on were less than one percent. Yet my uncle seemed to be stuck in this rare between-worlds stasis whether he liked it or not. For someone who had been almost Machiavellian in his ability to manipulate circumstances, his current helplessness had to rankle that much more.

Well try something else, I offered, mustering up a false smile. Hey, youre a pro at overcoming insurmountable odds. You managed to keep Americans from finding out about the supernatural world despite complications like cell phone video, the Internet, and YouTube. Youll find a way to move on.

My attempt at cheerfulness only earned me a baleful look. Fabian never found a way to cross over, Don muttered, a swipe of his hand indicating my ghostly friend who lurked just outside my office. Neither did any of the countless others whove found their way to you since youve become a spook magnet.

I winced, but he was right. Id thought being born as the offspring of a vampire and a human was the height of improbability, but that only showed my lack of faith in Fates twisted sense of humor. My turning into a full vampire put me firmly in first place as the Worlds Weirdest Person. I didnt feed off human blood like every other vampire. No, I needed undead blood to survive instead, and I absorbed more than nourishment from it. I alsotemporarilyabsorbed whatever special abilities the owner of that blood contained. Drinking from a ghoul who just happened to have incredible ties to the grave had made me irresistible to any ghost who happened to be in the same area code as me. Privately, I worried that my new, borrowed abilities might be one of the reasons Don couldnt cross over yet. Im sure the thought had occurred to him, too, hence his grumpier-than-usual attitude with me.