Magic Graves

hitchhiking ghost toward our destination at the far edge of campus.
    "Somebody has," he replied, English accent discernible even above Tammy's screams.
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    The Hummer was equipped with bulletproof windows, a reinforced frame, and a backseat that couldn't be opened from the inside. Tammy found that out when she tried to escape as soon as we'd thrown her in and sped off. Then she'd shrieked for another ten minutes, ignoring my repeated statements that we weren't going to hurt her. Finally, she calmed down enough to ask questions.
    "You shot that guy in the head." Her eyes were wide. "But that didn't kill him. How is that possible?"
    I could lie. Or, I could use the power in my gaze to make her believe she hadn't seen anything unusual, but it was her life on the line, so she deserved the truth.
    "He wasn't human."
    Even after what she'd seen, her first reaction was denial. "What kind of bullshit is that? Did my cousin send you?"
    "If he'd sent us, you'd be dead now," Bones said, not taking his attention off the road. "We're your protection."
    I knew the exact moment Tammy got a good look at the vampire who'd snatched us out of thin air, because she stared. Her scent changed, too. That former reek of terror became a more perfumed fragrance as she checked out his high cheekbones, dark hair, ripped physique, and sinfully gorgeous profile.
    Young, old, alive, undead, doesn't matter , I thought ruefully. When Bones is around, women go into heat.
    But Tammy had just been through a very traumatic experience, so I ignored the vampire territorialism that made me want to grab Bones and snap, "Mine!" Instead, I handed her a pack of wet wipes.
    She looked at them with an incredulous expression. "What do you expect me to do with these?"
    "Noting works better to wipe off blood, believe me," I said, showing her my newly-cleaned arms.
    Tammy looked at them, at me, and at Bones. " What is going on?"
    "She already told you," Bones said, pulling over on the side of the road and putting the vehicle in park. "But you need more proof before you believe us, right?" He held up his hand. "Watch."
    Bones dragged a knife across his hand, cutting open a line of flesh. Tammy stared as it closed moments later as if it had an invisible zipper. Fabian didn't even blink. The ghost was used to the healing abilities of the undead.
    "I'm a vampire, that's why I can do this. Name's Bones, by the way."
    "And I'm Cat," I added. "I'd introduce you to Fabian, but you can't see him anyway. We're your guardians until my uncle tracks down your cousin and arrests him."
    Tammy's face was almost comical in its incredulity. "But it's daylight," she said at last. "Vampires can't go out in the sun, everyone knows that!"
    Bones chuckled. "Right. And we shrink back from crosses, can't travel over water, can't enter a home unless invited, and always get staked in the end by the righteous slayer. Really, who'd be afraid of a creature like that? All you'd need is a Bible, a tanning bed, and some holy water to send us shivering to our dooms."
    Tammy shook her head slowly. I watched with sympathy. Denial was how I'd reacted at sixteen when I found out my absentee father had been a vampire, and that it wasn't puberty causing my strangeness, but the growth of my inhuman traits.
    "I know it's hard to believe since vampires and ghouls look human most of the time," I tried again, "but -"
    "Let me get this straight," Tammy interrupted. "I asked some of my father's old government friends for help when "accidents" kept happening to me, and someone sent a vampire to protect me?"
    Fabian began to laugh. I gave the ghost a censuring look that silenced his chuckles, but even though he was partially transparent, it was clear his lips were still twitching.
    "Actually, two vampires," I corrected. "The ghost was a bonus."
    "I'm a dead woman," Tammy muttered.
    Bones snorted. "Told you this job wouldn't be easy, luv."
    He was right, but I owed Don a favor. Even if I hadn't, I would still be here. Last month, Tammy had almost been killed by a "freak" electrical surge. Two weeks ago, a drive-by shooting nearly took her life. Could've been unfortunate coincidences, except the fact that if Tammy died before her twenty-first birthday, all her father's millions would go to her cousin, Gables. Tammy's late father had been an old friend of my uncle's, and Don didn't believe in coincidences. Then Don did some digging and heard that the next attempt on Tammy would involve an 'exotic' kind of