Destined for an Early Grave (14 page)

“What have you done to him?” I whispered in horror.

Mencheres had one hand out to Gregor. I couldn’t see the tunnel of energy unleashing from it, but I could feel it. It was like raw lightning. Gregor could barely even talk.

“You will be punished for your interference,” Mencheres said. “She will be returned to her home. You’ve failed, Gregor. She was never meant to be yours.”

“That’s a load of, of bullshit,” I swore. “I’m not going to be turned into some homicidal slut, and if I ever meet that murderer, Bones, I’ll kill him—or myself. I’d rather be dead than be a toy to some bloodsucking psychotic!”

With sudden inspiration, I sprinted into the other room. Both men watched me almost curiously. That changed when I grabbed the small silver knife Gregor had used earlier and held it to my throat.

“If one of you moves, I’ll open my jugular,” I vowed.

They exchanged a glance between the two of them. I dug the knife ominously into my neck. I wasn’t bluffing.
He’ll kill your family, so you will have no one but him to protect you,
Gregor had said about this Bones. Not if I could help it.

And then my arm felt like it was blasted with liquid nitrogen. So did my legs and other arm. The only things I could still control were my neck, head, and torso. That left me pretty much a stump. I could breathe. I could talk. Nothing else.

Mencheres walked toward me, and I spat at him, unable to do more in defense. He took the knife from my paralyzed grip.

“You see?” he said to Gregor. “You can take her from her home, poison her head with lies, convince her you are her savior, try to control her completely…and yet she is
still
the same inside. What did she do when threatened? She got a knife. It’s my proof, Gregor. Yours is as empty as your intentions.”

“I hate you,” I spat. “You might take me home, but I know the truth. My mother knows. We’ll run away from you and Bones.”

Mencheres’s face was thoughtful. “I believe you.”

“You…can’t…”

Gregor forced the words out. Mencheres gave him an inquiring look and flicked his finger. It was like someone switched Gregor’s vocal cords back on.

“You can’t manipulate her mind,” he announced, the words rushing out with savage triumph. “I’ve tried, but her bloodline makes it impossible. She won’t forget me, no matter what.”

Manipulate my mind? Gregor tried to do that?

Mencheres made a sound that was almost a tssk. “Just because you don’t know how to do something doesn’t mean it can’t be done.”

He turned away from Gregor, another twitch of his fingers cutting off Gregor’s shout of rage in midhowl. Then Mencheres considered me next, like I was a project that needed finishing.

“Get away from me,” I hissed.

Those charcoal eyes stared into mine. For a moment, I thought I saw compassion. Then he came forward.

I was terrified. What was he going to do to me? Was he going to take me to the vampire who’d end up killing my family? Would they kill Gregor, too? Was there
anything
I could do to stop this?

I stared at Gregor, speaking my last words before those cool hands wrapped around my forehead.

“If I get away, I’ll come back to you. If you get away, promise me you’ll come back to me, too.”

Then I felt and saw nothing at all.

H
IS EYES WERE THE FIRST THING
I
BECAME
aware of, gray-green and lighted with emerald. Next was his face, hazy but discernible, features clarifying with every second. Finally, his body, and being held in his arms as tightly as if I’d never left them. In the fragmented moments of returning consciousness, it didn’t even seem like I had.

“Gregor,” I breathed, dizzy from the deluge of memories.

“Yes,
chérie,
” he whispered. “We are together again.”

His mouth sealed over mine. Relief flooded me, and I wrapped my arms around him, kissing him back. Even as he held me tighter and I trembled with the memory of those last horrible moments when I’d thought Gregor was about to be killed, the rest of my life clicked into place.

Bones.

The emotions I felt for Gregor were buried under an avalanche. My memories of Gregor had wormed their way into my heart, true, but Bones already owned all that space.

I turned away, cutting off Gregor’s kiss. “No.”

His whole body stilled. “No?”

I pushed on his shoulder with firmness. “No.”

His brows drew together, that scar stretched warningly, and his next words were a disbelieving bellow.

“You
refuse
me?”

My first reaction was to flinch at his anger. Gregor took that as a sign of surrender and pushed me back onto the pillows. I’d been sitting up when this whole trip down memory lane began, but he’d maneuvered the covers off me at some point and put himself conveniently on top of me.

He started to kiss me again when I struck. I might care for him, but this was
not
going to happen. Too bad Gregor had forgotten I still had a knife.

“Let me tell you something you must have missed these last several hundred years—no means
no.
I suggest you don’t try any strenuous moves, Gregor.”

The silver knife, the same one I now knew had been used to bind us, was stuck in his back. My hand was wrapped around the etched handle as firmly as I’d ever held a weapon. No way would I betray Bones with Gregor, no matter what residual feelings I might still have for him.

The knife hadn’t pierced Gregor’s heart, but the blade was close. He must have felt that, because he froze.

“Ma femme,
why would you hurt me this way?” he said in a much softer tone. “If you truly don’t want to make love, of course I will not force you.”

“Of course?” I repeated with a snort. “Did you think I’d only remembered certain parts? The blade stays.”

“You were needlessly hesitant from your maiden fears, any man would have acted the same,” he began to sputter.

“Bullshit. You didn’t do what any man would do. You did what you wanted to do, as usual. I don’t want to hurt you, Gregor, but I don’t trust you enough to take out this knife, so here’s the deal. I remember everything, just like you wanted me to…and now I want to leave.”

Gregor looked shocked. “To go back to that hit man?” he spat. “You want to return to Bones, the dog who made you into this—this Red Reaper?”

He flung the name at me like the foulest insult. Far from being insulted, I laughed.

“Bones didn’t
make
me anything. I’d killed sixteen vampires by the time we’d met. Bones just made me better at it, and he never made me his whore, either. You’re far more of a tramp than I am; how many people have
you
slept with?”

He gave me an indignant look. “I’m a man. It’s different.”

“That sums up right there why the two of us would have never worked, regardless of Bones,” I muttered. “Call Lucius, have him come in here. Despite the fact that it would take care of a lot of problems, I don’t want to kill you, Gregor. But if you try anything, I will do what comes naturally, and we both know what that is.”

I should have killed Gregor as soon as I sank that knife into his back. Getting my memories back had proved he’d lied to me, manipulated me, and tricked me into binding myself to him. Plus, he was a threat to me and to Bones, since Gregor didn’t take rejection very well. But one, I wasn’t in any condition to fight off Gregor’s people if I killed him—and I was betting Gregor had more than Lucius here. Two, we’d made a deal that didn’t involve me murdering him at the end of it.

And three, the remnant of the infatuated teenager I’d been couldn’t bear the thought of killing Gregor, even though the adult in me knew he had it coming. Still, that didn’t mean I was taking out the knife. If Gregor attempted a double cross, I’d use it.

Gregor glared at me. I didn’t blink. This wasn’t the Catherine he knew. I was Cat, and he hadn’t met me before.

“Lucius,” he belted out finally. “Come to me at once!”

After a few seconds, the door opened. Lucius stopped short when he saw Gregor naked on top of me and a knife sticking out of his back.

“Master?” he began. “What—?”

“Listen up, Lucius.” I didn’t glance away from Gregor, only seeing the other vampire from my peripheral vision. “You’re going to get a speakerphone and bring it in here. Right now. You get any other ideas, and you’re the next to die, old pal. Got it?”

“Monsieur?”

“Do it,” Gregor said silkily. He’d regained his composure. “After all, I made
my wife
a promise.”

My lips curled at his emphasis, but that was a pissing contest for a later date.

“Glad to know you’re going to keep your word. With luck, you’ll have this blade out in a few hours.”

“Hours?” His forehead creased in incredulity.

“You said we’re in Austria,” I replied, thinking. “If he agrees to come, it’ll take him a few hours to get here. After he arrives, I’ll pull out this knife.”

“You’re calling Bones?”

Gregor asked it with a gleam in his eyes that reminded me how dangerous he was.
I bet you were figuring that’s just what I’d do, and you’ve got the trap of a lifetime waiting for him.

“You wish,” I said. “But no. Someone else.”

Vlad Tepesh didn’t contain his laughter when he walked in the room. It came from him in full-bodied peals that had him briefly leaning on the doorframe for support.

“Now
that’s
worth the trip right there.” He chuckled, pink starting to sparkle in his eyes. “How goes it, Gregor? Forgot your manners, did you? If I’d known you were balanced in such a precarious state, I might have taken even…longer.”

I’d yanked a sheet between us and made Gregor pick up his hips, but the rest of him stayed where it was so I could keep that knife close to his heart. It left Gregor with his ass sticking up in the air while his face stayed level with mine. I wasn’t trying to be funny. Only practical.

“Thanks for coming, Vlad. My arm was getting tired.”

I’d only met Vlad last year during that awful war, but he was someone I trusted. He’d saved my life, in fact, and even though I hadn’t seen him lately, I’d been right in guessing that he’d come if I asked him to. Plus, when doing a mental rundown of vampires in Eastern Europe who were both strong and feared enough that Gregor wouldn’t attempt a double cross, Vlad’s was the only name on the list. Dracula’s bloody reputation wasn’t only made during his days as the infamous prince of Wallachia.

“Okay, Gregor, I’m going to pull this knife out nice and slow. Once I do, you climb off. No tricks.”

Gregor glanced at Vlad, who smiled at him in a predatory way. Then Gregor nodded.

I sighed in relief and began to pull out the knife. Once the silver was out of his back, Gregor got up from the bed. He stood over me for a moment, his expression saying he still didn’t believe what had just happened.

“I’ll let you leave because I promised, but you are still bound to me, Catherine. You may have a few days to settle things, but then, you must return to me.”

“Clothes,” I prodded Vlad without answering. Frankly, I didn’t know what the hell to do about being bound to Gregor. It was obvious he wasn’t giving up just because I’d still picked Bones, even with my memory back. Did Gregor really think a few more days would mean I’d come to my senses and come back to him? God, he
really
didn’t know me.

“Another thing that makes this trip worthwhile,” Vlad commented, handing me a long dress.

I sat up and put it on without any false modesty. Vlad wasn’t leering, but he was a red-blooded male. I didn’t take it personally. “You’ve seen the top before, so I’m sure you’re not fighting a blush.”

“When has he seen your breasts?” Gregor hissed.

“When a horde of zombies ate most of my arm and all of my bra off,” I snapped.

Gregor let out a grunt. “That’s what you’re returning to? How you want to live? Think, Catherine!”

“Hasn’t she told you?” Vlad purred. “She doesn’t like to be called that name.”

I paused at the door next to Vlad. “Goodbye, Gregor. Don’t come after me, in person or in my dreams.”

Something hardened in Gregor’s face. It said loud and clear that this wasn’t over, and Gregor would still be chasing me.
Why?
I wondered. Was it just his pride refusing to accept that I’d chosen someone else?

Vlad smiled, rubbing his hands together. Sparks cascaded from them in blatant warning.

“Not thinking of trying to stop us, are you?” he asked silkily.

Vlad could burn someone to ashes with just his touch, even a powerful vampire like Gregor. So most people didn’t want Dracula to start playing with his matches.

“I won’t have to,” Gregor said, looking at me. “I’ll show you what Bones is. Then you’ll be begging for my forgiveness.”

“Goodbye,” I repeated. It summed things up right there.

We walked out of the large house with Vlad’s four escorts flanking us. No one attempted to stop us.
Are they this afraid of you?
I asked him.
Or is Gregor up to something?

Just like Bones and Mencheres, Vlad could read minds. “Both and neither,” he answered, his dark brown hair swaying with his strides. “Gregor’s in a bad way. He needs his ghouls back.”

“Huh?”

Out loud this time. Vlad gave me a sardonic smile.

“You’ve driven Bones into rare form. It was smart of you not to have him come here. He’d have lost his mind completely if he’d seen Gregor poised naked over you. As it is, Bones will already suffer repercussions for what he’s done.”

“You told me on the phone that Bones was okay, that you spoke to Spade, and they were all right!” I burst out.

Vlad ushered me onto the waiting small plane, and his men climbed in after us. We taxied down a grass field before lifting off. Gregor had chosen a remote location as well.

“From what I gathered after speaking with Spade, Bones had you secured in a room during the attack?” he queried, continuing after my nod. “And at some point, Gregor called you and offered to stop the assault if you came to him?”

Another nod. “Cat, it was a ruse. Bones wasn’t outnumbered, and why you didn’t know that, I have no idea. Bones had over a hundred of the foulest undead mercenaries hiding beneath that house, just waiting for Gregor’s forces to get arrogant and rush them. By the time you reached Gregor, Bones already had the fight won.”

My mind went numb.
Is this the whole crew? Or are there more lurking in the woods?
I’d asked. And my mother’s response, instantly shushed,
Oh, there’s more…

“Shit,” I whispered.

Neither of us said anything for a minute, then Vlad pulled out his cell phone.

“I have her,” he announced. “She’s fine, and we’re in the air.”

“Is that Bones?” My stomach churned with nervousness.
He’s going to be so pissed at me.

“It’s Spade,” Vlad answered with the mouthpiece covered. Then, “Yes…I know…no, we have the fuel…She wants to speak to Bones…um hmm, quite. We’ll be there in three hours.”

He hung up, and I blinked. “He’s not there?”

Vlad folded his phone and set it back in his coat. The look he gave me was filled with irony.

“Spade didn’t feel it would be a good idea to have you speak with him. He’s probably going to spend the next three hours trying to calm Bones down.”

“He’s really angry, I know, but it looked like they were all going to get killed. What was I supposed to do?”

“You both made your choices,” Vlad observed. “Whatever the consequences, it’s done. Really, Bones surprised me with this whole endeavor. I didn’t think he was so clever, but he’s shown his best potential in the last couple years.”

“How?” I was feeling ill as I thought of the inevitable confrontation.

“First of all, using mercenaries.” Vlad smiled wickedly. “Very enterprising, but I suppose he knew most of them from his hit-man days. If he’d rounded up over a hundred of the strongest members in his line, Gregor would have heard about that and smelled a trap. But paid killers, accountable to no one? Who notices when scores of them go off the radar?”

“Bones has always been smart,” I muttered. “His intelligence was just camouflaged under a mountain of pussy.”

Vlad laughed before he sobered. “Perhaps, but now he’s displaying his ruthlessness as well. He’s chopped off a head an hour from Gregor’s ghouls since you’ve been gone, promising to decapitate the lot of them unless he gets you back.”

“What?”

That bolted me up in my chair. Granted, the undead didn’t play by normal rules of engagement, but they were pretty consistent when it came to battle prisoners. Those were taken hostage and traded or bargained for later. Oh, things might get creative when it came to extracting information, but since no permanent damage could be done to the undead, barring mental trauma, that was just the norm. Bones callously slaughtering his captives? I was shocked.

Vlad wasn’t. He looked mildly intrigued. “As I said, rare form, which is why Gregor let you go without a fuss. If he hadn’t, he’d have trouble the next time he enlisted other people to fight for him. But enough of that. You don’t look well.”