Broken Heart 01 I'm the Vampire, That's Why (3 page)

One of the farming families was the McCrees. Legend has it that Mary McCree, the wife of Sean McCree, was a witch. When she found her husband cheating on her, it's said that she cursed this area so that all who entered, suffered from broken hearts—then she threw herself into the creek and drowned."

"That's terrible."

"And true. At our peak, when we had almost two-thousand residents, we had the highest rate of divorce as well as the highest rate of single parents in the state ofOklahoma ."

"Some legacy you have, Mrs. Matthews."

Ah. So the doc had been listening in on the conversation I had with Patrick. Well, I couldn't begrudge him too much. "Tell me what's going to happen now that I'm dead."

He looked at the PDA longingly, as if he'd take dealing with gadgets over humans any day. "Because of Mr. O'Halloran's blood donation, you should suffer no ill effects or reactions from the, uh, creature's attack."

I considered his words. "So what you're saying is that I shouldn't worry about turning into the thing that attacked me because Patrick's blood fixed me."

"Yes."

"Glad to know I won't morph into a raving, slobbering lunatic." But turning into a vampire might not be much better. "Did you catch the monster?"

"Not yet. But rest assured, we will find and contain him."

"You mean kill him."

"No, Mrs. Matthews. We were in a delicate experiment phase that required Lorcan to fast."

"You're experimenting on animals?" I asked, outraged.

"Of course not. We are trying to cure him of the Taint." Dr. Michaels obviously noted my blank expression. "It's a vampire disease. Please don't worry, Mrs. Matthews. You're in no danger." He blanched. "I… uh… well, Lorcan has never harmed anyone. He was very, very hungry when he…" He trailed off as he saw my expression.

Fury rolled through me, so fast and so hot I was fairly sure I could melt the good doctor's brain with one good stare. It took a second or two before I could formulate a sentence. "
Kill. It
."

He looked horrified. "No, no, no. That's not an option."

"It damn well is. That beast is not gonna run around my town and eat unsuspecting citizens." Oh no. No!

I felt chilled to the marrow of my bones. "My son. Oh my God. IfBryan had been out there doing his chores, he would've…" I could not complete the sentence much less the thought. "You've got to kill that thing. Before it hurts another human."

Dr. Michaels' pasty skin turned a sickly gray. He was bald, short, and looked like an overfed weasel.

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His lab coat didn't do a lot to hide the basketball paunch of his stomach. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Matthews.

Killing Lorcan is utterly out of the question."

We'll just see about that. What was a Lorcan anyway? If vampires existed, then what other kinds of weird critters lived in the world? I craved some reality, damn it. Then it occurred to me that this
was
reality. My new, awful reality.

"What time is it?" I asked, suddenly weary.

"Just past five a.m. We found you right after—uh, you know. We tried to save you, but I'm afraid you were well past the limits of human medicine. We had to clean you and dress your wounds and take some time to prepare Mr. O'Halloran before the transfusion could take place."

"Thank you." The words sounded insincere and damned if I could feel sorry about it. Should I be grateful that these assholes were trying to fix a problem they'd created? I noticed Dr. Michaels' puckered lips and narrowed eyes. Yeah, I guess so.

I looked down at my expression in the steel table and even though the image was fuzzy, I still could see that I looked… different. My hands and arms were paler than ever. I wasn't one to loll about in the sun.

In theOklahoma heat, I didn't leave the house without hat, sunscreen, and Off. Lots and lots of Off. I sighed. Mosquito bites were the least of my worries right now.

"Look, can we get on with the Vamp 101? My day starts in a few minutes. I have breakfast to cook, kids to take care of, a house to clean—
what
?"

Dr. Michaels was shaking his head. "You'll be, forgive me, dead to the world the very second the sun peeks over the horizon."

I absorbed this information. Remember all that considerable aplomb I had earlier? It fled like an exorcised ghost. Numb horror filtered through my bravado, which, up until now, had held out darn well.

"I can't go out in the sunlight?"

"Well, it's more like your body will shut down until the sun sets. We've yet to figure out the biology of a vampire. Their bodies are complex and well, let's be honest, illogical."

"So, the sunlight thing?"

"Oh. Right. Some vampires who've been around a while, such as Mr. O'Halloran, can tolerate weak sunlight for limited periods of time, usually right before sunrise or sunset and sometimes during overcast or rainy days. Even though his blood and magic are powerful and you've consumed quite a bit of it, you, as a new vampire, wouldn't be able to stick your little finger into the daylight without frying." His hands formed a mushroom cloud and he made an explosion noise.

"Gee, thanks for the visual." Panic burbled through me, threatening to dismantle the calm I was clinging to with very fragile fingernails. Okay.
Okay
. The only thing worse than being undead was being dead. I couldn't help my kids if I was six feet under so that meant dealing with the present circumstances.

"Okay dokay, doc. Then pump me up with whatever's the equivalent of Jolt for vampires. I don't care what science thinks about vampire biology. I'm a mother, which means during the day, I'm busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest."

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Dr. Michaels' mouth sorta crinkled. I assumed that was his version of a smile. "Mr. O'Halloran is aware of your predicament and has arranged for you to have help during the day."

Pride snapped my spine straight. "I will not have strangers in my home watching over my children. That's
my
job. I am their mother."

"You don't have a choice. You're dead. These are temporary measures until we figure out our next course of action." He reached over as if he meant to pat my hand, then he obviously thought better of it.

"Please don't worry. Mr. O'Halloran will take care of you and your family from now on."

My mouth gaped at this news. "What the fu—"

Static issued into the room. "Dr. Michaels? This is Checkpoint Four. We have a visual on Lorcan. We are pursuing."

The doctor tapped his PDA and peered at its tiny screen. "He's returning toSanderson Street ?"

"Yes, sir. He appears to be following the first victim's scent back to her house."

"First victim?"

Dr. Michaels waved away my screech. "Capture and detain. Use only humane means."

"Yes, sir."

Sanderson Street. "That piece of shit is going back to my house? My children are there!"

"Please calm down, Mrs. Matthews. We have everything under con—"

Terror turned into unexpected action. I rose in the air like an avenging angel and, with one curled fist, punched through the metal ceiling. It was just like ripping through tinfoil. I sprang into the open air of predawn and realized immediately we had been ensconced in a high-tech RV that was, conveniently enough, located in my driveway. I heard yips and snarls behind my house so I pointed myself in that direction and hovered above the roof.

The Lorcan ran through my backyard, heading for the chain-link fence. It was bigger, hairier, and uglier than what I had remembered. Thanks to my new senses, I could smell its stench from fifty feet in the air.

It nimbly jumped the fence and headed for the forest behind my house. Those woods were tangled knots of gnarled trees and overgrown bushes, dotted by a pond here and there.

Three men dressed head to toe in black chased after the monster. They carried wicked-looking guns that probably housed not bullets, but Dr. Michaels' humane means. My guess? Dart guns filled with knockout drugs.

I don't fucking think so.

My babies were asleep, unaware their mother had died, and in danger from the creature that had killed me and maybe others, too. Drug darts weren't comfort enough for me.

Before the last guy jumped over the fence, I winged toward the beast. If I could fly, then I bet dollars to donuts I had the strength to wrench off its head. I landed in front of it and the thing skidded to a halt,

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breathing harshly, its muscles bunched and straining against the urge to run.

"Mrs. Matthews!" I heard Dr. Michaels yell. "Please, Mrs. Matthews! Don't hurt him!"

Weirdly enough, it didn't fight me as I placed my hands around its neck, with every intention of squeezing until it breathed no more. Silver eyes filled with tears peered at me through a dirty, furry face. I hesitated.

Silver eyes
? No. It couldn't be…
him
. Not Patrick. Had he escaped his chains after all?

"Sorry," the creature said. "Very sorry. Please…"

The Irish accent was unmistakable, even in those four softly growled words. My hands dropped from its neck as shock knocked the breath out of me. Or, the shock would have done so if I'd had breath. I stepped back, an invitation to the beast that had killed me… and saved me… to pass unharmed.

It nodded formally, a silent thank-you, and fled into the forest. The three men whipped past me, cursing and crashing into the brush. Dr. Michaels grabbed me and hustled me toward the house. "Thank you," he said, out of breath and in an apparent hurry. "You have no idea what it means for us to capture Lorcan alive."

"Why didn't you tell me that the Lorcan was… was…" The words slurred. My arms and legs felt heavy, like they were weighed down with anvils. My brain suddenly seemed filled with cotton. I wanted to lie down and sleep.
Tired. So tired
.

"Hurry, Mrs. Matthews. The sun is rising." He pushed me over the fence. I felt a rip in both gown and skin, but there was no pain. There was no reason, really, to do anything else but lie down in the soft grass and sleep for a while.

I was vaguely aware of Dr. Michaels grabbing my arms and dragging me toward the house. My ass hit every rock and anthill in the yard, but I had no strength to help him. I just wanted to be left alone for a few minutes. Mothers never, ever get enough sleep. Was taking a nap so wrong?

"Look," I muttered. "Isn't the sunrise beautiful?"

The orange circle shimmered, its top curve rising above the treetops. The sun playfully chased away the last of the night, overtaking the sprinkling of stars still visible.

Then it was suddenly, incredibly,
painfully
hot.

"Shit!" yelled Dr. Michaels. "Shit!"

My skin rippled and split as it erupted into flames. The last thing I heard was the piercing wail of my own screams.

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When I woke up, I was in my own bed in a room I didn't recognize. Once again, I was sucking the thigh of Patrick O'Halloran. Sad to admit, but true nonetheless: I was a blood slut. I knew this guy was a hunky Irishman one minute and a rabid, killing creature the next. As I swallowed his rich, warm blood, I didn't give a flying flip. Drinking from him was like having champagne and strawberries after a lifetime of bread and water.