Real Vampires Have Curves (32 page)

“Yep. I'd be crazy to go out without it. But . . .” I looked down. “It's not exactly a Wonderbra, is it?”

“Nothing can make you flat chested, Glory, but your curves aren't curving.”

“You mean I look lumpy, dumpy and fat. Thanks for the reality check.” When you can't see yourself in a mirror, you can pretend you're hot stuff even if you're not. Hey, I look down, I see cleavage. That's hot, isn't it? But I avoid looking at my backside. You know why.

“Hey, reality right now, honey, is we wear whatever keeps us safe. I've got my own vest in back. To change into before I go outside.” Diana stretched. “Back to the computer. Payroll. I'll be in the back if you need me.”

“Thanks.” I got up too, but it only took a minute to find out that present customers hadn't been in Mugs and Muffins the night Margie was killed.

“I think I'm wasting my time, Valdez. No one knows anything about anyone.” I picked up his leash. “Let's hit the grocery store now.”

“Can we call reinforcements?”
He trotted along beside me.
“You know they won't let me inside unless you want to do the blind thing again.”

“Sure. I'll drive up, park, hop out and then go blind.” We were in the alley now, the hearse just a few feet away. “Not going to happen. I'm okay to go to the store.”

Valdez stopped suddenly and looked around. He morphed into attack mode.
“Get behind the car. Now.”

“Oh, God!” I ran to crouch between the hearse and my dead Suburban. “Come here, Valdez. What are you doing?” Sure I had on my Kevlar, but I didn't want to test it up close and personal right now. Not ever, if truth be told.

Valdez growled then barked frantically.
“Stay down!”
He darted toward the end of the alley.

“I
am
down. What is it?” I hoped this was one of his cat frenzies and not because he'd smelled olive wood.

More really ferocious barking. Anyone who didn't back off in the face of that had a death wish. Or a really lethal method of defense. I unlocked the passenger door, crawled into the car and began honking the horn frantically. Wait. Had that been a yelp? I quit pounding the horn and listened. Silence. I rolled down the window an inch.

“Valdez!”

The back door to Mugs and Muffins flew open and Diana and her two helpers poured out. Diana had thrown on her Kevlar vest, had her fangs full out, and was armed with a broom. Her helpers each held a frying pan.

“Get back!” I yelled. From the light of the open door, I could see something move near the back door of my own shop. “Valdez! Are you all right?”

It had sounded like Valdez's voice. It
had
to be his voice. Who else talked inside my head and sounded like an extra from
The Godfather
? I cautiously unlocked the car door.

“You sure you want me to send them inside?”

“Just do it. Now.”
Valdez almost barked the order.

“What is it? Is something wrong?” Diana jabbed the air with her broom. I didn't doubt for a minute that, with her vamp strength, she could do some serious damage with that broom.

“False alarm. I'm fine. Thanks for responding, though. You just never know.”

Diana waved the broom. “We stick together. Let me know if you need me later.” She touched her wide-eyed workers' shoulders. “Relax, darlings. You saw nothing, heard nothing, except Glory honking her horn and Valdez barking at a stray cat.” She pushed her employees back inside and slammed the door. I heard the dead bolts click shut.

“Okay, what's the deal? Valdez, are we talking cat here?” I still wasn't ready to just walk out into the open. “Or something or someone more threatening?”

I kept low and the dark lump by my shop's back door moved again. The security light above the door was out. Westwood's work? He did seem to favor working in the dark. Night vision goggles probably.

A whimper.
“Help me. I'm wounded.”

“Wounded! Oh, my God!” I
saw
myself at the back door and I was there, looking down at Valdez stretched out on the concrete, an arrow sticking out of one of his back legs. “You've been shot!”

“Westwood. I don't think I can walk and I'm losing blood.”
He groaned and lifted his head, his eyes gleaming in the dark.
“I think he's gone, but help me get inside. Then lock the door in case he comes back.”

“Valdez, puppy.” My voice broke and tears ran down my cheeks. I rubbed his head, then quickly unlocked the back door.

“I'm sorry, but this will hurt.” I gently slid my arms under him. “I'm going to lift you now.” He weighed a ton, but I don't have vamp strength for nothing. I cradled him against my chest and carried him inside. I laid him carefully on the table in the storeroom, then rushed to lock the back door.

I wiped away my tears then turned back to him.

Valdez moaned and looked up at me.
“I'm fading fast, Glory. It's been swell knowing you. Say good-bye to Florence for me.”

“Stop it. You're not going to die. He hit your leg, not your heart.” I hoped I was right about the dying part. He was bleeding pretty heavily. I grabbed a wad of paper napkins someone had left on the table and mopped at the blood seeping from around the arrow. I used another napkin to dry the last of my tears, then focused on the arrow sticking out of his flank.

It didn't take vamp powers to figure out this was Westwood's work. Olive wood smell, same kind of arrow that had hurt Diana. A paper was tied around the end of the shaft.

“Damn it. Westwood sent us a note. Hasn't he heard of the U.S. Postal Service?” I rubbed Valdez's head. “I'm so sorry.”

“Me too, Blondie.”
He licked my hand.
“Could you call me puppy one more time? I liked that.”
He groaned.
“I just wish I had time for a farewell bag of Cheetos.”

“You'll have a lot more than a farewell bag, puppy.” Oh, boy. I
had
to stop crying and get a grip if I was going to get both of us through this. “You're not going to die, damn it.” I wiped my eyes again and studied the wound. The arrow seemed stuck, like it had hit the bone.

“I'm going to pull out the arrow. Then heal you. Like we did with Diana, remember?”

“Hold on, Glory.”
He rolled his eyes at me.
“Flo did that. I don't think—Ow! Ow! Ow! Damn it!”

I'd gotten out the arrow. Now it was time for some vamp magic. I pressed my hands on either side of the wound and concentrated.

“Heal!” I sounded like a televangelist at a prayer meeting. And it wasn't working. I pressed harder.

“Hello. That hurts, Glory.”
Valdez's leg quivered.
“Maybe you should call Flo.”

“She never leaves her cell phone on when she's at church or with Richard.” I tried to beam my thoughts to the bloody wound. Was it closing? “Maybe I should get Diana.”

“No, you can do it, Blondie.”
Valdez lifted his head.
“I'll concentrate with you this time.”

No time to wonder why Valdez thought
he
could help. “All right. On three. One, two, three.” I pressed and stared and prayed and, would you believe it, that wound closed. Vamp magic at its best.

“Fan-damn-tastic! We did it.”
Valdez moved his leg tentatively.
“Help me down.”

“Wait! Let me clean you up.” I ran to the bathroom, washed my bloody hands, then wet some paper towels. I held one against my eyes for a moment and said another prayer. Thank you, God.

“Glory.”
Valdez still sounded weak.

“Coming.” I hurried back and gently washed his dark fur. I ignored the smell of fresh blood. Even from a dog, it had a certain aroma that I couldn't deny got my fangs swelling against my gums. But I'm civilized and way beyond giving in to my more primitive urges. At least where blood is concerned. Now if Westwood crossed my path, I'd unleash my beast.

“Are you sure you're okay?” If I didn't have Valdez's completely unmarked and damp hairy hip right in front of me, I wouldn't have believed it. I'd healed him. What a rush. What power. And how long had I denied I even had power? No more. I rocked.

“How does that feel?” I tossed the bloody towels in the trash.

I picked him up and he laid his head on my shoulder.

“You're my hero, Blondie.”
He licked my cheek before I set him gently on the floor.

“No, you're
my
hero. You went right after Westwood.”

“But I didn't get him.”
Valdez shook himself, then looked at his back leg.

“Careful now. I'm not Flo, you know. You may not be completely healed.”

“Don't sell yourself short, Sweet Cheeks. This is what I call a freakin' miracle.”
He walked slowly around the room.
“Not even a twinge. But I'll feel better once I get a Twinkie fix.”

“Soon. All the Twinkies you want.” I picked up the paper that had been wrapped around the arrow. I didn't want to read it. “What kind of message could Westwood be sending me?”

“Open it, Blondie. We got to know. And I'm sending for Blade.”
Valdez lay down on the floor.
“I'm not hurting, but I'm weak all of a sudden.”

“You're probably in shock and don't call Blade. We don't need him.”

“It's my deal, Blondie. I've got to report.”
Valdez groaned.
“I'm having a sinking spell. I did lose a lot of blood. We got any snacks around here? I bet Ryan has a stash behind the counter.”

I raided the drawer where either Ryan or Lacy had stuck some peanut butter crackers. I sniffed them and wondered for the thousandth time how it would feel to crunch again. Can you tell I
really
didn't want to read Westwood's love note? I threw it on the table and hand fed Valdez until all the crackers were gone.

"Any better?”

“Yeah, thanks. Got any Coke to wash them down with?”
He wagged his tail.
“Now I'm parched.”

“How about bottled water?” I opened the fridge I'd put in when we'd set up the shop. “You should probably have a Bloody Merry. To replace the blood you lost. I'm getting one for myself.”

Valdez shuddered and sat down with a thump.
“Put the water in a bowl. I ain't no blood sucker. No offense, Blondie.”

“Excuse me?” As much fun as it was to see Valdez back to his usual self, I was still stalling. I dumped the water into a bowl and listened to Valdez lap it up. I took a deep swallow of my Bloody Merry before I finally picked up the note again. My stomach churned as I unfolded it. I looked at Valdez then read it out loud.

“Don't try your vampire tricks on my men. I'm watching you
and
my spaghetti. Westwood.”

Banging on the front door. Blade stood outside. I was shaking as I let him in.

“What is it, Glory? Are you all right? Valdez just said there'd been an incident at the shop.” Blade held me away from him and looked me over. “Are you hurt?”

“No. Westwood shot Valdez.” I sat abruptly in one of the overstuffed chairs CiCi had consigned just last week. I was having one of Valdez's sinking spells. Between the concentration I'd used to heal Valdez and the note . . . I still gripped it.

“I sacrificed myself for your lady, Boss.”
Valdez came to stand next to the chair. I sank my fingers into his soft fur.

“You look all right to me, Valdez.” Blade knelt in front of me. “You're pale, Glory.”

“She's shook up. She healed me. See for yourself. The bloody arrow is still on the table in the store room.”
Valdez looked up at me and I swear he was smiling.
“It was a near miss. But we're okay. She called me her puppy. What do you think of that?”

Blade jumped up to go into the storeroom. When he came out, he was as pale as I felt. “Are you wearing your Kevlar? Did the arrow hit you anywhere?” Blade knelt in front of me again.

“He never even got a shot at me. And I
do
have on my Kevlar. ” I held out the note. My hands were surprisingly steady considering my insides were quivering nonstop. “He sent us a message, Jerry. I think we've got a spy in our midst.”

He opened the note and read it. “Son of a bitch. You're right. Spaghetti. But no one was here when you said that except for me and Mara.” He looked around and grabbed a small plastic bag from the counter.

He went into the back again and I heard him drop the arrow into the bag. I saw stars and put my head between my knees before I passed out. Valdez was right. I was still really shook up.

Blade came back into the room. “Gloriana, lass, breathe. Are you all right?”

“I'm okay. Just a little dizzy.” I felt his hands on my back and made myself take even breaths until the room stopped spinning.

I sat up. “He's right, Jerry. Valdez was shot to carry a damned message. I hate Westwood.”

“And you healed the dog, all by yourself. God, Gloriana, I had no idea . . .” Blade squeezed my shoulder. “You're incredible.”

“Valdez, thank you. You can believe me when I say you'll be rewarded in good time.” Blade gave the dog a speaking look. “Now go sit by the front door. I want to talk to Gloriana.”