Legally Undead (15 page)

I did, however, pick up the big wooden crucifix Nick had given me.

“What do you want?” I asked.

“Put the cross down, Elle. Believe me, you want to hear what I have to say.”

I set the cross down on the bed next to me but kept my hand on it. I opened the window just a crack. “Is that good enough?”

“I guess.”

“How did you find me?”

“Magic vampire senses.”

I sighed. I never could get a straight answer out of him, even when he was human. “Fine, Greg. Talk.”

He smiled at me, a slow, malevolent smile, and I involuntarily stepped away from the window. I could see his fangs.

“I know where your boyfriend is,” he said.

I froze. “What boyfriend?”

“The one who helped you break into my office. You got my files, didn’t you? That’s how you and your army buddies knew where to find us.”

“They’re not in the army,” I said absently. “You know where Malcolm is?”

“Yes. And if you’re very, very nice, I might even take you to him.”

“You bastard. What have you done to him? Tell me where he is.”

Greg made a tsk-ing noise and shook his finger at me. “That’s not very nice, Elle. Keep calling me names and I won’t tell you anything else.”

I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. “Okay, Greg. What do I have to do to get you to tell me where he is?”

“Marry me.”

I must have looked as shocked as I felt, because he laughed so hard tears came out of his eyes.

I didn’t say anything, just waited for his laughing fit to pass.

“I’m kidding,” he finally said, wiping the last of the tears away. “Just give me that list you stole from my office.”

I’m just no good at bluffing; my face always gives me away. But I continued trying anyway. “What list?”

“The one you and your little thug platoon used to find our meeting hall the other night.”

“And if I give it to you, you’ll tell me where Malcolm is?”

“Absolutely.”

“Is he in danger?”

“I’m not telling you anything until I have the paper.”

“You at least have to tell me if he’s alive—and I mean really alive, not vampire-alive—or I’m ending this conversation.” I knew that challenging him that way was a risky move; it could just as easily backfire and cause him to quit talking to me altogether. But I wasn’t about to go somewhere with Greg just to see Malcolm’s corpse. Even the thought of it nearly made my heart stop. I didn’t think I could bear it if I had foolishly gotten Malcolm killed.

“To the very best of my knowledge, he is still alive, still human.”

“But that might change?” I asked.

“The files.”

“And then you’ll tell me?”

“Everything. I promise.”

I started to get up to go for the list. It didn’t matter if I gave it to him; Nick already had the information. But I stopped, suddenly realizing that there was a good chance Greg had some trick up his sleeve.

“If he’s in danger, will you let him go?” I asked.

“Not my call.” He smirked in a way I had always found irritating, even when I had liked him.

“Will you take me to him?”

He shook his head. “That wasn’t in the contract.”

“We don’t have a contract yet; I haven’t agreed to anything. We’re still in negotiations.”

“Hmm. Well, then, I guess that would be okay. Yeah. You give me the file and I’ll take you to him.”

“Will you guarantee my safety?”

“Why should I guarantee your safety? Will you guarantee the safety of any vampires you come across in the process? You’re the big bad vampire killer, after all. Seems to me that they have more to fear from you than you do from them.” He actually sounded bitter as he said this. As if he had any right to be bitter at all. I was the injured party here.

I thought for a moment. He was right. I did know how to kill vampires. Besides, I planned to call Nick in for backup.

“Okay. Fine. But I’m taking all my gear,” I finally said. “And I’m carrying the crucifix. You don’t bite me. You don’t touch me. You don’t even stand too close to me.”

“Agreed,” he said.

I felt like maybe I had just lost that round of negotiations somehow. If Greg the Vampire was anything like Greg the Lawyer—and I was realizing more and more that there was little difference between the two—then he had thought of every contingency and had figured out some way to twist every possible situation to serve his purpose. Whatever that might be.

That was the question of the moment: why was Greg doing this? What could he possibly gain from it?

I didn’t have the answer to that question. What I did have was a friend who was missing and quite possibly in very real danger. I had no other choice, really.

“Okay, then,” I said. “Give me fifteen minutes, then meet me in front of the building. I’ll show you the files, but I get to hang on to them until I see Malcolm. Then I’ll hand them to you. Good enough?”

“Good enough.”

I turned to gather up all the vampire-killing equipment I had in the apartment, expecting Greg to head down to the front of the building. As I straightened from pulling a gym bag out of the closet, however, I saw that he had settled himself on the fire escape. He sat on the top step and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees. His hands dangled down in between his legs and he stared across the open courtyard behind the building.

“What are you doing, Greg?”

“Waiting for you.”

“Why don’t you just go ahead and go downstairs; I’ll be down in a minute.”

“Nope. I want to stay right here and watch you get ready. And I think you should know that it’s a bad idea to call your military buddies before we leave.”

I didn’t like the idea of him watching me pull all of my stakes out from their various hiding places, but I didn’t know how I could possibly get rid of him.

I sighed. “Fine. Stay there. I’ll let you know when I’m ready.” I shut the window and moved the crucifix to the windowsill.
Just try to get in past that
, I thought.

He could sit there if he wanted to, and he could even watch me pull all my weapons out, but I wasn’t about to let him watch me as I changed clothes. Besides, I wasn’t going to let him know where in my clothing I hid all my little vampire-killing sticks; the only way he was going to discover that was if I pulled one out and staked him with it.

I put on an outfit similar to the one I had worn to the armory: black stretchy pants, t-shirt, light jacket. This time, though, I wore tall black boots with flat heels and soft soles. The sneakers might be better for running, but boots were better for hiding stakes.

I ended up strapping on every weapon I could find. There weren’t all that many, really. I had a stake down each boot, two chopsticks taped to each arm under my jacket, another chopstick taped to my stomach. I had a third stake under my waistband, nestled in the small of my back.

I carried a stake in my hand, too. I didn’t know where we were going, but I did know that I was going out into the night with a vampire. I wasn’t taking any more chances than absolutely necessary.

“I’m ready to go,” I announced. Greg nodded at me through the window and I picked up the crucifix. Stake in one hand, crucifix in the other. I was loaded for vampire.

At the last minute, I grabbed my cell phone from its place on the desk beside the computer. I hoped that Greg was gone, but I didn’t turn around to check; I just tried to angle my body to keep him from seeing what I was doing.

I jammed the cross and the stake into my jacket pockets, then shut the front door of my apartment behind me. With one hand I locked the door. With the other, I scrolled through the electronic phone book and hit Nick’s number.

He didn’t answer. Dammit.

I left another message telling Nick what had happened, probably mostly garbled—I was trying to give him the pertinent information, but I didn’t want Greg to wonder what was taking so long. I ended by saying, “I think I might need help. Please try to find me. I’ll call later if I can.” I turned the ringer to “vibrate.”

I dropped the phone into a jacket pocket, pulled my weapons back out, and headed down the stairs to meet my undead ex so that he could take me to my probably-still-alive sort-of-ex.

Chapter 14

When I walked out the double glass doors of my building, Greg was leaning against the wall waiting for me, in almost the same spot and pose in which I had found Malcolm the day I had come home with my Hemastix and broken up with him.

I didn’t say anything, just gestured for Greg to lead the way. I used the hand with the crucifix in it.

“A bit aggressive, don’t you think?” He motioned toward the stake and the crucifix. Without waiting for an answer, he turned and headed toward the train station.

Falling into step beside him made me feel almost dizzy. We had walked this way hundreds of times, companionably silent, content merely to be in each other’s presence. Our strides matched almost perfectly; we had always moved in synch. At this moment, I could hardly believe that the past few weeks had really happened.

I couldn’t let the silence continue. It was too easy to fall into old habits of trusting the man beside me. I had to do something to remind myself that he was no longer a man—not in the sense of being human, anyway. I assumed he was still male. I wondered if vampires could have sex. Did they have enough blood in their veins to spare some to make their…. No. I shook my head. That was not an acceptable line of thought.

“Can you move around in daylight?” I blurted.

“What? No. The sun’s a bit of a problem.”

“Not in the sun. I mean, if there isn’t any direct sunlight, can you move around? Or do you go all dead and have to sleep in a coffin or something?”

He laughed. “Coffins are for the dead. I’m not dead.”

“You’re sort of dead.” He started to interrupt me, but I continued. “Anyway, that’s beside the point. If you were, say, underground, would you be able to move around even when the sun is up?”

Greg looked thoughtful—the same look he used when he was working through a legal problem. “I don’t know,” he said.

We turned the corner onto Fordham Road. There weren’t many people out on the sidewalks this far down, but cars whizzed past us.

“You don’t know? Well, what’s it like when you… when the sun comes up?”

“It’s like getting really sleepy. Combined with anxious, if I’m not someplace safe. That goes away as soon as I’m someplace I know the sun won’t hit me. Then I go to sleep.”

“Do you dream?”

“Sometimes.”

“What about?”

He looked at me out of the corner of his eye. “Fishing for compliments?”

“No. God, no.” My voice sounded harsh. I looked away from him.

“It’s not like it used the be,” he said, pretending I hadn’t spoken. “The dreams are more,” he paused, searching for the right word, “more primal.”

I decided I didn’t want to know any more than that. Talking to him wasn’t helping me feel any better about the situation. Anyway, the closer we got to the train station, the more crowded the sidewalks got. I tucked my hands into my jacket pockets so that no one could see them, but kept a tight grip on the crucifix and the stake.

Instead of talking, I watched the way Greg’s eyes moved across the people around us. He might look human for the most part, but his eyes were the eyes of a predator. He scanned the crowd, then fell on one young woman re-settling a backpack across her shoulders. His gaze moved up and down her body, lingering on her face and then her neck. He actually licked his lips. At that moment, any illusions I’d had about feeling comfortable with him fled.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To the city, first.”

We crossed Fordham Road and made our way into the train station. Greg stopped at the kiosk and bought two tickets to Grand Central. I didn’t offer to pay my way, and he didn’t ask. As far as I was concerned, this was his party, and he could cover any associated costs. He did still have a job, after all.

The train ride into Grand Central Station was miserable. Greg took a window seat—I wasn’t about to let him get between me and the aisle and any chance of escape. I sat in the same row, but left one seat open between us. I didn’t want to brush up against him at all, even accidentally. The thought of letting him touch me made my skin crawl.

A car met us on 42nd Street outside Grand Central. The car itself was a black Lincoln, much like the livery cabs in the Bronx. Unlike the cabbies, though, this driver wore a dark gray suit. He had dark hair and extraordinarily pale skin. I assumed from the pale skin that he was a vampire, but I had no way of telling for sure. The vampires at the armory had seemed alien, but some vampires seemed to be able to blend in with humans. I needed to figure out some sure way of knowing which was which. The driver, who had gotten out of the car when he saw us exiting the train station, held the back door open for us. I hesitated before climbing in, but I couldn’t think of any other way to find Malcolm. I had to go. Anyway, as Greg had said, I was the big bad vampire killer. I knew how to take care of myself.

Once again, I seated myself as far from Greg as possible.

I was surprised when I realized that we were headed toward the Midtown Tunnel; I had anticipated a Manhattan destination. I looked over at Greg.

“We’re going to Long Island? Wouldn’t it have been easier to get there from the Bronx?”

“I assumed you wouldn’t want Rafael to know where you live,” he said blandly, gesturing at the driver.

That confused me. Greg the Vampire trying to protect me? It didn’t make sense. I sank back into the seat and decided not to think about it too hard. I was sure that there were plenty of reasons Greg might have for wanting to keep my address a secret—like not wanting any other vampire to get to me before he could. It didn’t have to mean he was protecting me.

I lost track of where we were headed—not surprisingly, as I always get lost when I go to Long Island. For the most part, it looks like one long, repeating suburb, full of strip malls and middle-class neighborhoods.

Eventually, though, we left suburbia and drove through a winding green—maybe a park or a golf course? We took a left and headed toward a building at the end of a drive.