This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
This Side of the Grave (#5 Night Huntress)
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Veritas straightened to her full five feet six inches, but with her sizzling power and imperial presence, she might as well have been nine feet tall.<br />
“Malcolme Untare, you who have renamed yourself Apollyon, for inciting o<strong>the</strong>rs in your species to murder and insurrection, you are hereby<br />
sentenced to death.”<br />
He let out a shriek that Veritas ignored. She leaned in until her mouth brushed his ear, and only my close proximity let me hear what she<br />
whispered.<br />
“You miserable worm. Jeanne d’Arc was my friend.”<br />
Then she kicked him, avoiding his grasping hands to stride away with a “Die on your knees or take <strong>the</strong> fight she <strong>of</strong>fered you. I care not which,”<br />
thrown over her shoulder.<br />
My mouth gaped at this tidbit about my famous half-breed predecessor, but I snapped it shut. Note to self: Don’t get on Veritas’s bad side. She<br />
holds a grudge for centuries.<br />
Then I looked down at <strong>the</strong> ghoul, feeling my former hatred ebb. For all <strong>the</strong> lives he’d been responsible for ending and his blind, centuries-long<br />
quest for power, in <strong>the</strong> end, Apollyon proved to be too pa<strong>the</strong>tic to hate. He wasn’t even worth killing, but if I let him live, my current and future<br />
enemies wouldn’t see it as mercy. They’d see it as a weakness <strong>the</strong>y could exploit. With a clarity I’d lacked before, I understood why Bones did what<br />
he did with my fa<strong>the</strong>r, and why Vlad let his ruthlessness be seen more readily than his finer qualities. It wasn’t out <strong>of</strong> sadistic enjoyment or to pick<br />
fights. It was to prevent <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
“Pick up that sword,” I said to Apollyon, enunciating each word. “Or I’ll kill you where you kneel.”<br />
I wouldn’t take any enjoyment out <strong>of</strong> it, but I’d do it because it had to be done. Veritas had already sentenced him to death on behalf <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
vampire ruling body. If I walked away, it wouldn’t save his life. She or someone else would just kill him.<br />
“No,” Apollyon said, almost a whimper. Then he scrambled forward and tried to run.<br />
I caught him before he’d made it even a dozen feet, letting him hit me with all <strong>the</strong> power in his stocky body. He only had his hands, and I still had a<br />
really long blade.<br />
“Apollyon had all <strong>of</strong> you getting your hate on because <strong>of</strong> a lie that I’d become a half vampire, half ghoul,” I called out to <strong>the</strong> ghouls who watched us<br />
with grim enthrallment. “Because if someone’s unusual, <strong>the</strong>n you should be afraid <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>m, right?”<br />
Apollyon tried to tackle me to <strong>the</strong> ground, but for all <strong>the</strong> years he had on me, he obviously hadn’t spent <strong>the</strong>m learning how to fight—and I’d had<br />
one hell <strong>of</strong> a teacher. Despite <strong>the</strong> pain still arcing down my side, I swiveled at <strong>the</strong> last moment, leaping onto his back when his momentum still had<br />
him charging forward. Then I brought my sword against his neck.<br />
“You all want to know why I have abilities o<strong>the</strong>r new vampires don’t?” I said, digging that blade in. “Because I don’t feed from humans; I drink<br />
vampire blood.”<br />
And <strong>the</strong>n I yanked it toward my body, cutting my hand to grip <strong>the</strong> naked edge for maximum balance, feeling more satisfaction from that public<br />
admission than I did seeing Apollyon’s head separate from his neck. All my life, I’d had to hide what I was. First as a child when I didn’t even know<br />
why o<strong>the</strong>r kids weren’t like me, <strong>the</strong>n when I hunted vampires in my late teens and mid-twenties, and finally, my oddities this past year as a full<br />
vampire. Well, I was done hiding, hating, or apologizing for <strong>the</strong> parts <strong>of</strong> me I hadn’t chosen and couldn’t change. If some people had a problem with<br />
my differences, that was just too fucking bad for <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
“That’s right, I eat vampires,” I said again, louder this time. I pushed his body away and stood, shaking <strong>the</strong> blood <strong>of</strong>f my sword as I faced <strong>the</strong><br />
remaining group <strong>of</strong> ghouls.<br />
“World’s freakiest bloodsucker, right here,” I went on. “And you know what? If that makes some <strong>of</strong> you uncomfortable, too bad. If it makes some<br />
<strong>of</strong> you so uncomfortable you want to start shit with me about it, step right up and see if I don’t eat <strong>the</strong> hell out <strong>of</strong> you next!”<br />
I’d meant that last part as a threat, but somewhere in my impassioned declaration <strong>of</strong> independence from hiding what I was, I’d neglected to think<br />
through my phrasing. I saw Bones raise a brow, a muffled snicker broke out from Ian, and <strong>the</strong>n Vlad laughed loud and hearty.<br />
“With that sort <strong>of</strong> invitation, Reaper, you might want to suggest <strong>the</strong> line form to your right.”<br />
“That’s not . . . I meant eat <strong>the</strong>m in a bad way,” I sputtered.<br />
“I think you made your point, luv,” Bones responded, his face carefully blank even thought I caught a faint twitch to his mouth. Then his expression<br />
hardened as he looked at Veritas, who’d turned around to watch me behead Apollyon. “And I second it,” he said, all traces <strong>of</strong> humor gone from his<br />
voice.<br />
The Law Guardian stared at me. I didn’t regret a moment <strong>of</strong> my public declaration—aside from perhaps my wording—but I knew her response<br />
carried more weight than my vampire audience or <strong>the</strong> score <strong>of</strong> surrendered ghouls. She also spoke for <strong>the</strong> highest ruling body over vampires.<br />
At last, Veritas shrugged. “That does make you <strong>the</strong> world’s freakiest bloodsucker, but <strong>the</strong>re’s no law against a vampire feeding from o<strong>the</strong>r<br />
vampires.” And <strong>the</strong>n she turned away.