Jeaniene Frost - This Side of the Grave

Even with the distance, I saw his eyes widen. “Reaper,” he mouthed. Then louder, in a scream at the ghouls protecting him, “That’s her, that’s the Reaper!”

The gunfire changed direction, but I’d expected that. I dove to my right, all but one bullet missing me. It slammed into my side with the impact of a torpedo, but I kept rolling, knowing the gunfire wouldn’t cease. Unlike the movies, in real life, the bad guys didn’t quit shooting to check and see if you were dead. Those bullets chased me, but I scrambled up and kept moving, headstones exploding around me as those were struck instead of me.

A scream preceded one of the guns going quiet. Then another one. Even as I kept running, I smiled. I knew Vlad, Spade, and Gorgon had only needed a few moments of distraction to pounce. Apollyon and his guards should have known that, too, and never focused all three of their guns on me.

I whirled around, heading back toward the bottom of the hill. Vlad had one of the gunmen in a merciless grip, flames erupting all over the ghoul. Spade wrestled with another ghoul, but I wasn’t worried about him, because at some point, he’d managed to knock the gun away. That left Ed and Gorgon fighting with two more ghouls who’d joined the battle, but my attention wasn’t focused on them. It was on the stocky ghoul running flat-out for the gate bordering the cemetery. On the other side of that gate was a small business district, mostly deserted this time of night, but with lots of buildings and apartments that Apollyon could hide in.

“Oh no you don’t,” I growled, running faster. That sickening pain increased, the burning in my side feeling like acid eating all through me, but I couldn’t concentrate on that now. I had to focus on the air around me, picturing it as something with form that I could mold and bend to my will. Bones’s words echoed in my mind. You have the ability. You just need to sharpen it.

My feet lifted off the ground, but I didn’t fall. I flew , leaning into the air, letting it take me faster than I could run before. Wind rushed through my hair, streaming along my body, lifting me as though it understood my need and wanted to help. The distance between me and Apollyon grew shorter, his steps seeming so slow and clumsy in comparison to the way I arced above the ground. I streamlined my body, my hands out in front of me, aiming for the back of his Armani jacket like it was a bull’s-eye and I was an arrow. Thirty feet. Twenty. Ten . . .

When I barreled into him, my velocity plowing him to the ground hard enough to tear up the dirt, I was smiling even though a fresh deluge of pain blasted through my side. And when I came up, twisting so Apollyon was in front of me, relief made me almost immune to the strikes he got in before I had his neck locked in an iron chokehold.

“You move and I’ll rip your head right the fuck off,” I told him, meaning every deadly word.

Apollyon was either smarter than I gave him credit for, or he really did fear me, because he stopped struggling at once.

“What are you going to do with me?” he hissed, the words garbled from the grip I had around his throat.

I let out a pained laugh.

“I’m so glad you asked.”

By the time we reached the fountain,Spade had killed the ghoul he fought with, nothing but charred remains were left of the one I’d seen with Vlad, and two headless bodies were on the ground near where Gorgon and Ed stood. I didn’t see Bones, but I knew he was okay. I could feel our connection, strong as ever, his emotions washing over me with intensity and purpose. Now that I had a sufficient amount of vampires close by, I let go of Apollyon, giving him a hard shove that had him bracing against the edge of the fountain to keep from falling.

“Let’s talk about what I’m going to do to you,” I said, picking up a sword someone had left discarded on the ground. Movement on the top of the hill drew my attention for a moment, making me pause, but then I continued. “I think I’ll take your idea of celebrating a victory with an execution, only with a small reversal of who loses their head.”

Apollyon bared his teeth at me. “Even if you kill me, my people will fight yours to the death,” he snarled. “Your victory will be naught but ashes and—”

He stopped at my laughter, his face almost mottled in its fury. I didn’t say anything, but instead, pointed behind him toward the hill.

He turned, his mouth sagging a little at what he saw. Someone, I wasn’t sure who, had rounded up the remaining ghouls and brought them out in a group onto this section of the cemetery. At a rough estimate, there were a little more than twenty of them, and their hands were folded on top of their heads in the universal gesture for surrender.

“Looks like your people know a losing battle when they see one,” I said, relishing the stunned look on the ghoul leader’s face. That quickly changed as he glared at them, his rage palpable in his expression and the harsh scent wafting off him.

“How dare you betray me this way!” he thundered at them.

I tapped him on the shoulder with the tip of my borrowed sword. “Hate to interrupt,” I drew out, “but you and I have still some business to conclude.”

Apollyon looked at the sword and then at me before glancing back at the surrendered ghouls. I didn’t take my eyes off him or relax my grip on the weapon. I wouldn’t swing until he was ready, but neither would I give him a present of dropping my guard. I already knew Apollyon didn’t fight fair or we wouldn’t be here now.

Therefore, I was somewhat taken aback when he spread his arms out, palms open. “Go on, Reaper, strike me down with flames! Or freeze me with your mind. Show my people the power they so recklessly refuse to stem.”

Even his last moments would be filled with hateful rhetoric , I thought in disgust.

“Give him a sword,” I said to Bones, who’d come out from behind the group of ghouls, Veritas at his side. He was blood-spattered and his clothes were torn, yet he moved with a lethal precision that said he could have fought all night. It shouldn’t surprise me at all that he’d think to bring the ghouls out here to witness their leader’s fall.

“I don’t need any unusual power to strike you down,” I told Apollyon once Bones thrust a sword into the ground near the ghoul’s feet. “I’ve got silver bullets in my left side and they hurt like damn and wow, but pick up that sword and I’ll still beat your ass, I promise you that.”

Apollyon looked at the blade and then back at me. “No.”

“No?” I repeated in disbelief. “I’m offering you a fair fight, jackass! You’d rather I just hack your head off and call it a day?”

Apollyon turned toward Veritas, dropping down on one knee. “I surrender to the Guardian Council of Vampires.”

“You sniveling little shite, pick up that sword before I rip your head off with my bare hands,” Bones thundered at him.

Apollyon’s expression was twisted with a crazed sort of triumph. “You can’t kill me if I surrender to a Guardian. None of you can!”

I regarded him with amazement. This was the person who’d been responsible for bringing vampires and ghouls to the brink of war in the fourteen hundreds? And who’d made a damn credible effort to do it again in the twenty-first century?

I’d seen a lot of villainous instigators in their final moments, but while none of them had relished their own deaths, few had ever groveled as much as Apollyon was doing now. He even edged closer to Veritas in a sort of hop-crawl, until he was clutching the blond Guardian’s red-stained pants. I couldn’t believe a person who’d devoted so much of his life to the pursuit of mass genocide could be so spineless in the face of his own defeat. It reminded me of history’s accounts of Hitler’s final hours. Looked like both of them were cowards at heart.