The Undead Next Door (12 page)

Heather reached her daughter and gave her a big hug.

With a squeal, Bethany grabbed the bear. “Mama, you did it! You got the bear!” She hugged it tight. “Did you see me sing?”

“I sure did. You were wonderful.” Heather smiled at Fidelia and Emma. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

They followed the crowd away from the gazebo.

Emma eased close to Heather. “Where is Jean-Luc? He should be guarding you.”

“He’s over there.” Heather motioned to the copse of pine trees where the men were huddled. “He’s talking to a bunch of guys. Your husband’s there.”

“Angus is back? Come on.” Emma strode toward the huddle of men as Jean-Luc approached Heather, Bethany, and Fidelia.

Emma embraced her husband, and he began to whisper to her urgently.

Heather noted how worried Jean-Luc looked. “What’s wrong?”

“There’s been some trouble.” He dragged a hand through his black curls. “You remember my friend Roman Draganesti from New York?”

Heather swallowed hard, recalling the handsome man, his wife, Shanna, and their adorable baby. “What happened?”

“They go to Mass every Sunday night at Romatech. Roman had a chapel built there, and Mass always starts at eleven. We think the bomb must have gone off early, thank God.”

“The bomb?”

“Oui. Fortunately, no one was seriously injured. But if the bomb had gone off when the chapel was full…” Jean-Luc grimaced, and his voice choked. “We could have lost them all.”

Heather cringed at the thought of that lovely family getting killed. “Who would do such a thing?” She jolted with a sudden thought. “Was it Louie? Is he targeting all your friends?”

“We know who did it, and it wasn’t Lui,” Emma explained as she joined them. “It’s been a terrible night.”

“Aye.” Angus MacKay strode toward them. “In one night, there have been four bombings. The first one hit Zoltan Czakvar’s home in Budapest. He lost two cov—friends.”

“That’s terrible!” Heather wondered who this Zoltan guy was. And Budapest? Were these guys a secret clique of immortals?

“Jean-Luc’s chateau in France was also hit,” Angus continued. “No one was injured, but I hear the damage was extensive.”

“You have a chateau?” Heather asked Jean-Luc.

He shrugged. “Only half of one now.”

Scowling, Angus wrapped an arm around Emma’s shoulders. “Then our castle in Scotland was hit.”

“At least no one was killed.” Emma gave him an encouraging look. “And we can always rebuild.”

“Aye.” Angus continued to scowl. “From what I can tell, Casimir has targeted everyone who came to rescue Emma and me in the Ukraine.”

“Who’s Casimir?” Heather asked. She wasn’t sure, but she thought Louie had mentioned that name the night he’d attacked Jean-Luc.

“He’s the one paying Lui to kill me.” Jean-Luc confirmed her suspicions. “Though I wager Lui wouldn’t mind doing it for free.”

Heather shook her head. “I don’t understand. Y’all seem like really nice guys. Why do these creeps want to kill you?”

Jean-Luc, Angus, and Emma exchanged looks.

“Are you sure Roman and his family are all right?” Jean-Luc changed the subject.

“They’re fine,” Angus answered. “Connor wants to take them into hiding. Roman balked at first, claiming it was cowardly, but he finally listened to reason. We canna let anything happen to Shanna or Constantine.”

Jean-Luc nodded. “Where will they go?”

“Connor refuses to tell anyone. I agreed. Emma and I will be going to Eastern Europe to hunt for Casimir. If we’re captured…well, we doona want to know more than necessary.”

Heather grimaced. This sounded like war.

A fierce look came over Emma’s face. “We need to take care of Casimir once and for all.”

“I’ll go with you.” Jean-Luc grasped his cane with both hands.

“Nay. Ye belong here.” Angus glanced at Heather.

She stiffened. “We can take care of ourselves.”

Jean-Luc’s gaze wandered over her, Bethany, and Fidelia. “Non, Angus is right. I must stay here.”

“Casimir and Lui already know ye’re in Texas,” Angus warned him. “So ye’re verra vulnerable. Since Connor is leaving with Roman tonight, I had a few men I could spare.” He motioned to the group next to Robby. “Ian, Phineas, and Phil—they’re here to help ye out.”

“Merci.” Jean-Luc touched Heather’s shoulder. “We have plenty of guards now. You and your family will be safe.”

“Thank you.” With a shudder, Heather wondered what would happen next.

“Heather!” The yell from the distance caught her attention. Billy was striding toward her, his face grim.

Something unintelligible crackled on his walkie-talkie, and he turned down the volume. “Heather, I have some bad news. Someone set your house on fire.”

Damn that Lui! Jean-Luc had no doubt the bastard was behind this. The horrified look on Heather’s face tormented him as he rode to her burning house. He’d wanted to drive Heather there, but the sheriff had insisted she go with him. So Jean-Luc sat in the front passenger seat of his BMW while Robby drove. He’d been to her house only twice, yet he was feeling a loss. Heather had to be feeling it a thousand times more.

Her suffering hurt him much more than his own half-destroyed chateau in France. He’d bought it thirty years ago, so he could pretend he had roots going back to an old noble family. But the truth was, he’d never had a family, and a cold pile of stone had not produced the feelings of warmth and comfort he’d craved.

As they drove through the small business section of Schnitzelberg, Jean-Luc noticed a few old buildings were boarded up. “These places could have stone cellars.”

“Aye,” Robby answered. “We should check them later.”

“Ye think Lui could be hiding in one of them?” Ian asked from the backseat of the BMW. “Angus told us a wee bit about Lui.”

“Yeah, what a bad dude,” Phineas MacKinney added. “Been killin’ all your old ladies, huh?”

Jean-Luc shifted in his seat to look behind him. He’d known Ian for centuries. The Vamp might look fifteen, but he was much older. Angus had transformed him at the Battle of Solway Moss in 1542. Seated next to Ian was a tall black man with the unlikely surname of MacKinney.

“I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Jean-Luc Echarpe.”

“The name is Phineas, but you can call me Dr. Phang.”

“Thank you for coming.” He turned to the third man in the backseat. “You’re one of Roman’s daytime guards.”

Phil nodded. “With Roman and Connor gone, there’s no one left for me to guard during the day.” The mortal smiled. “But someone’s got to watch over you guys.”

“You’re cool, brother,” Phineas announced.

Jean-Luc agreed. A trustworthy mortal was hard to find. The Malcontents viewed mortals as inferior cattle and enjoyed feeding off them and killing them. The Vamps had fed off mortals, too, before Roman’s invention of synthetic blood, but they had never been killers. In fact, they tried to protect mortals from the Malcontents. They’d killed hundreds of Malcontents in the Great Vampire War of 1710.

But now, the Malcontent leader, Casimir, was transforming thieves and murderers to swell the ranks of his foul army. Their mission—wipe the good Vamps off the planet and terrorize the mortal world.

Angus had been the Vamp general in 1710, with Jean-Luc as second in command. Angus was always looking for good Vamps to recruit. Finding trustworthy mortals was even trickier. Only a few mortals were willing to risk their lives to protect Vamps. Phil was one of those few.

“Thank you for coming,” Jean-Luc told him.

“Not a problem. But I’m going back on a plane.” He cast Ian a wary look. “I really don’t like hitching a ride when you’re teleporting. I just know I’m going to re-materialize someday with my head on backwards.”

Ian chuckled. “Angus always checks under his kilt to make sure he dinna lose anything important.”

Robby cleared his throat as he turned onto Heather’s street. “Do ye think Lui set this fire?”

“Yes.” Jean-Luc gripped the brass handle of his cane. “When he attacked two nights ago, he heard me call Heather by name. She was relatively safe until he figured out her last name and where she lives. This fire is his way of announcing that he now knows everything.”

“Why didn’t he attack her at the fair?” Phil asked.

“He enjoys playing cat and mouse. He’ll stretch this out to torture me.” Guilt flooded Jean-Luc when he spotted the fire truck in front of Heather’s house.

A crowd of people had gathered in the street. The sheriff’s car, parked across the street, illuminated the scene with flashing lights. Heather had been so stricken by the news, she hadn’t protested at all when Billy dragged her off to his car.

Angus had asked for the keys to her truck, so he could bring her daughter and babysitter to the house. Dazed, Heather had handed over the keys without question. Angus had carefully checked her truck for any explosive device before allowing Emma, Bethany, and Fidelia to climb in.

Robby slowed the BMW to a crawl as they approached the crowd. “Mrs. Westfield canna remain in her house.”

“I know.” Jean-Luc nodded. “I have to convince her to move in with me. It’s the only safe place for her now.”

Robby parked behind the sheriff’s car. As Jean-Luc climbed out, he surveyed the scene. The air was thick with the smell of charred wood, but there were no flames to be seen. The firemen had already put the fire out.

He tapped his cane on the street as he examined the crowd. Lui might still be lurking about.

“The house looks fine from the front,” Robby commented. “It must have been a small fire.”

Jean-Luc nodded. “His intent wasn’t to destroy, just to send a message.”

Angus parked Heather’s small pickup behind the BMW. Emma, Fidelia, and Bethany had all crammed inside, and now they climbed out. The frightened look on the four-year-old’s face struck Jean-Luc like a punch in the gut.

Angus strode toward his employees—Robby, Ian, Phineas, and Phil. “Search the area. If Lui engages ye in battle, call for backup.”

The guards separated quietly.

Angus stepped close to Jean-Luc and handed him Heather’s keys. “Emma and I will be leaving now. ’Tis too late to teleport to Budapest, but we’ll go to New York tonight and travel east tomorrow.”

“I understand.” Jean-Luc pocketed Heather’s keys. He knew the hazards of traveling east. A vampire would fry if he teleported into sunlight. “I hope you find Casimir.”

“We need to kill him before another war breaks out.”

Jean-Luc’s chest squeezed with trepidation. He’d known Angus since 1513, the year Roman had transformed them both. They’d become the brothers he’d never had. If he lost them, he would truly be alone. “Be careful, mon ami.”

“You, too.” Angus rested a hand on Jean-Luc’s shoulder. “I’ve always admired ye in battle. Ye charge in, strong and fearless.” He glanced toward Heather’s house. “Ye should live the same way. Ye deserve to be happy.”

Jean-Luc nodded, comprehending the unsaid message. Angus approved of Heather. The bigger question would be if Heather could approve of him. “God go with you.”

“And you, too.” Angus turned quickly away. No doubt the big Scotsman didn’t want to be seen all teary-eyed. He took Emma by the hand, and the two strode down the street.

Jean-Luc knew they would teleport away as soon as they found a secluded place. A little hand curled around his fingers, and he looked down to see Bethany holding his hand. In her other arm, she held the yellow bear he’d won. After he’d smashed three pyramids of milk bottles in rapid succession, the vendor had gladly handed over the bear in order to keep his entire inventory of milk bottles from being destroyed.

“There’s too many people. I can’t see,” the little girl whispered. “Is my house still there?”

“Yes, and it looks all right from the front. The fire is already gone.”

Her bottom lip trembled. “I want my mama.”

I want her, too. “We’ll find her.” He led Bethany through the crowd.

“Who do you think started the fire?” Fidelia asked as she walked alongside them. “Was it that bad guy, Louie?”

“I believe so.”

“I should have stayed home. He’d be full of lead if I’d caught him.” She patted her purse.

Bethany halted and tugged on Jean-Luc’s hand. “I don’t want my dollies to get hurt.”

His throat constricted at the sight of a tear rolling down her cheek. He squatted in front of her. “If you lose anything, I will replace it.”

Her green eyes were the same shade as her mother’s. Whereas Heather’s eyes could flash with anger, twinkle with mirth, or harden with suspicion, Bethany’s eyes were simply wide with worry and need. Deep inside, he felt his heart responding. Was this how a father felt? Mon Dieu, it was something he had never expected to feel. It was…odd.

He’d always thought parenthood was all about protection and duty. He hadn’t expected such a strong surge of…tenderness. He wasn’t sure he liked it. It felt so damned vulnerable. If anything happened to this little girl, how could he live with himself?

“It will be all right.” He wiped her tear away with his thumb and hoped he’d sounded convincing.

He straightened and escorted her through the crowd.

“Mama!” Bethany broke loose and ran to the left. The little green bear fell from her pocket onto the street.

Heather was standing about fifteen yards away, talking to the sheriff. She turned at the sound of her daughter’s voice, leaned over, and opened her arms.

“Mama, are my toys all right?” Bethany leaped into her mother’s arms.

Heather straightened, still holding her daughter. “It’s okay, sweetie. The fire didn’t reach your room.” Her gaze met Jean-Luc’s, then she looked away.

He winced at the pain he’d seen there. He picked up the little bear and walked toward them. “I’m so sorry.”

“Why?” Billy eyed him suspiciously. “Did you have something to do with this?”

“Of course he didn’t,” Heather jumped in. “He was with us at the fair.”

“He could have paid someone to do it,” Billy muttered. “He’s got a hidden agenda, I can tell.”

“I got my hidden agenda right here,” Fidelia growled, clutching her purse to her chest.

“How much damage to your house?” Jean-Luc handed the little green bear to Fidelia for safekeeping.

“We were lucky.” Heather set her daughter down on the street. “We only lost the kitchen in the back. My dad enlarged it when I was little, so there was an extension jutting off the back of the house. It’s mostly gone, but the main part of the house is okay.”

“You’re lucky to have such a nosy neighbor.” Billy pointed to the house on the right. “Thelma saw a strange man lurking around the back of Heather’s house. She was already calling 911 when the fire started.”

Jean-Luc had no doubt the strange man was Lui. “Did she describe the man?”

“Why do you care, Mr. Sharp?” Billy glowered at him. “Is he someone you know?”

Jean-Luc gritted his teeth. “I would never cause harm to Heather or her family.”

“Well, someone has,” Billy snarled. “You got any enemies, Heather? Any other boyfriends?”

“No.”

“Piss off any students?”

“No.”

Billy rocked back on his heels. “I guess it could be your ex. Cody’s been acting real weird lately.”

Heather pulled her daughter close and glared at Billy. “This is not the time to discuss that.”

“For now, the house is off limits. No one goes in.”

Heather looked stunned. “But our clothes—”

“Not going in,” Billy repeated. “Can’t have you mucking up the crime scene.”

“That’s ridiculous,” Heather countered. “The crime happened in the kitchen. We could go through the front door and straight up to our bedrooms.”

“I want my toys,” Bethany whimpered, hugging her giant yellow bear.

Billy pointed a finger at Heather. “You’re not going in. That’s final.”

Heather’s cheeks flushed with anger.

“Don’t worry,” Jean-Luc assured her. “I’ll make sure you have everything you need.”

She gave him an exasperated look. “I can’t let you bear that expense.” She turned to glare at Billy. “How soon can we get back in?”

He shrugged. “Could be a few weeks. Or months. I’ll post a deputy on the street to make sure no one goes inside to take your stuff. Do you have a place to stay?”

She sighed. “I’ll figure out something.”

“They will stay with me,” Jean-Luc announced. “I have a guest room they can use.”

Billy’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t you own that fancy new store on the edge of town?”

“Yes. Le Chique Echarpe.”

“Whatever,” Billy muttered. “So the store is your residence, too?”

“For the time being, yes.”

“Excuse us one minute.” Billy grabbed Heather’s arm and pulled her a few yards away.

Jean-Luc rested a hand on Bethany’s shoulder to keep her from running after her mom. He turned to look at the house, but he could still hear Billy’s whispered words.

“I don’t know why, but the guy’s after you, Heather. He could have set the fire to force you to live with him.”

“He wouldn’t do that,” Heather muttered.

“How do you know? How long have you known this guy?”

Heather sighed. “Since Friday.”

“And you’re going to live with him? I didn’t think you were that stupid.”

Jean-Luc clenched the brass handle on his cane. He’d had enough. He marched toward them.

“Do you actually trust him?” Billy asked.

Jean-Luc halted, holding his breath while he waited for Heather’s answer.

“Yes,” she whispered. “I do.”

It was exactly what he’d hoped to hear, but it still sizzled through him like a small shockwave. She turned and met his gaze. A hesitant smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, but her eyes retained some wariness. She might say she trusted him, but he had the distinct impression she was not entirely comfortable with it. He would have to proceed carefully. If she found out the truth about him too soon, he might lose her completely.

There was something unique about Heather. He wasn’t sure what it was exactly, perhaps a combination of things. She had a beautiful face and hair, but in his line of work, he saw that often. She had a body that made his mouth water. He wanted to nibble every inch of her.

Even so, his feelings went beyond simple lust. He liked the way she talked, the way her mind worked, her sense of humor and compassion. He simply liked her. It was so simple, yet felt so profound.

“Will you come home with me?” he asked.

She studied his eyes, and her expression softened. “Yes. Just give me a minute.”

Billy made a grab for Heather’s arm and scowled when she pulled away. “I’ll stop by tomorrow to make sure you’re all right.” He shot Jean-Luc a warning look.

“She’ll be safe with me.” He touched her shoulder. Thankfully, she didn’t step away.

Billy turned and strode across Heather’s front yard. He yelled at a deputy to bring the crime scene tape.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” Heather whispered as they began running the yellow tape across her front porch. “We have no clothes.”