Magic Grave

'What do you expect me to do with this?'

'Stab me with it,' Bones replied. 'In the heart.'

Her mouth hung open. It was the first time I'd seen her speechless. 'You're kidding?' she finally got out.

'You need to lean how to protect yourself against a vampire. Granted, your odds would be dismal, but your advantage is that no vampire would see you as a threat.'

'That's how I managed to kill so many of them when I was your age,' I chimed in. 'The element of surprise can save your life.'

Tammy looked at the knife again. 'I don't know…'

Bones let out an exasperated noise. 'Justina, come here and show her how it's done.'

My mother looked more surprised than Tammy had when the whole conversation began. I was taken aback, too.

'You want me to stab you?' my mother asked in disbelief.

Bones gave her an impish grin. 'Come on, Mum. How many times have you dreamed about that?'

My mother got up, took the knife, and then stuck it right in the middle of Bones's chest. He never flinched or moved to block her.

'See, Tammy, this is how most people would think to do it,' Bones said calmly. 'But Justina knows the blade isn't in deep enough, nor is it in the right place. The heart's a bit to the left, not exactly in the center. And she didn't twist the knife, which is what you must always, always do to kill a vampire, unless you've stabbed the heart with more than one knife.'

Bones took the knife out and handed it back to my mother. 'Now, Justina, show her how it's really done.'

My mother looked even more startled, but she took the blade, aimed more carefully this time, and shoved it in with a small shudder.

'Twist,' Bones said, as if this didn't hurt him, which it would, even if steel through the heart wasn't fatal. Only silver was.

My mother gave the blade a turn to the right. Bones caught her hand and jerked it, hard, in a ragged circle. Tammy gasped at the blood that stained his shirt.

'That's how you do it,' he said, voice as neutral as if pain wasn't searing through him. I felt it, though, and it was all I could do not to yelp and demand he stop. 'Rough, quick, and thorough, else you won't get a second chance.'

He let go of my mother's hand and pulled out the knife, wiping it on his ruined shirt. 'Let's show Tammy how it's done from the back now.'

Tears pricked my eyes. Not because of the pain from Bones's wound; that was already healed. It was because I finally understood what he was doing. Bones wasn't trying to train Tammy. He was showing my mother how to defend herself, something she never would have allowed him to do under normal circumstances. But thinking it was for Tammy's benefit made her follow his instructions, learning how to jab a knife in the right place front and back, then how to deflect some standard defensive maneuvers.

Fabian caught my eye and winked. The ghost knew what Bones was doing, too.

By the time Bones announced it was Tammy's turn, I'd fallen in love with him all over again. Flowers and jewelry worked for most girls as a romantic gesture, but here I was, misty-eyed at watching him show my mother how to stab the shit out of him.

Tammy was human, so it took her longer to get the gist of things. Still, after an hour, she was sweaty, bloody, and very proud of herself for successfully stabbing Bones several times in the heart.

'Just call me Buffy,' she said with a smirk.

'I'm tired,' I said, faking a yawn. 'I'm heading to bed.'

Bones's eyes lit up. Fabian disappeared out the door, saying he wanted to double-check the grounds. My mother gave me a look. Only Tammy didn't seem to realize that no vampire ever yawned for real.

'See you tomorrow,' Tammy said. 'I've got to shower anyway.'

I went up the stairs. Bones stayed below, waiting. By the time I heard Tammy's shower turn on, I also heard light, quick footsteps coming up the stairs.

When Bones entered the bedroom, I'd convinced myself that the noise from Tammy's shower would be sufficient to muffle my mother's hearing. Or that my mom had suddenly gone deaf. And when Bones took me in his arms, I stopped thinking about anything else.

Chapter Seven

This could be the beginning of a bad joke, I thought as we bypassed the line and strode into Bite. Three vampires and a human walk into a bar…

If a rogue undead hitman was after Tammy, we were hoping he took the bait and followed us home, because we had a hell of a surprise waiting for him. And here was also hoping that Poppy, the vampire Bones chatted up last weekend, had repeated Bones's tale about the snotty rich human he was guarding. And how he'd be back tonight with her.

My mother refused to dance. She sat at the bar, shutting down every man who approached her, human or otherwise. She really cared for Rodney, I thought, my heart squeezing at the memory of the murdered friend my mother had briefly dated. I hope she finds someone special again.

We went through the motions of having a good time, dancing, drinking – no alcohol for Tammy, even though she begged – and then dancing again while Bones renewed his acquaintance with Poppy. It didn't escape my notice that Verses stared at us. From his expression, he sensed something was up and didn't want it at his club. Well, neither did we. That's why we had booby traps waiting back at our house. Come on over, would-be killer. We have treats ready.

After two a.m., we headed out to the parking lot. Out of habit, I had my hand near my sleeves, where several throwing knives lined my arms. We were three rows away from our Hummer when the air became electrified. Bones and I whirled at the same time, each of us pulling out a knife. My mother grabbed Tammy. Several vampires dropped from the sky to land in a wide circle around us.

Oh fuck, was my thought. We'd left Bite only a few seconds ago. Not nearly enough time to coordinate this kind of attack. I counted, noting the vibe wafting off each of them. Twelve vampires, several of them Masters. Too many of them to be just about killing a human heiress. This wasn't about Tammy.

Bones knew it, too. He gave an almost languid look around, but I could feel his tenseness grating across my subconscious. 'X, what an unpleasant surprise. This clearly isn't coincidence, so tell me, who betrayed me?'

The black haired vampire addressed as X stepped forward. 'A human hires a hitman to kill his cousin for money, boring. That same hitman botches the job twice, funny. Then the desperate hitman sends a ghoul after the girl to finish things up, my curiosity's piqued. That same ghoul ends up with his head cut off by a mysterious redhead…ah. Now I'm interested.'

'Who's your friend, honey?' I asked Bones, not taking my eyes off of X.

'Former coworker, you could say. An overly competitive one who got brassed off when I killed several of his best clients.'

Former coworker. X must not have been a small-time hit man for Bones to refer to him that way, which meant the vampires with him had to be badasses, too. Our chances just got downgraded from slim to screwed.

'Could my old friend Bones be involved, I wondered?' X went on. 'The young heiress has government connections, it turns out, and so does the Reaper. And the Reaper's supposed to be such a bleeding heart when it comes to humans. When another rumor spread that the human heiress would be here tonight, I took precautions in case I was right about who was protecting her. And lucky me, I was.'

Precautions? That was one way to describe the dozen vampires surrounding us, all of whom were armed to the teeth. I glanced back at the nightclub. Would anyone come to our aid? Or would they stick to the whole 'no violence on the premises thing' and stay the hell away?