A Dark-Hunter Christmas Read online

Page 2


  His heart aching, Gallagher swallowed. He wanted to reach out to touch it, but his hands shook so badly, he didn't dare. "Where did you get that?"

  "My great-grandmother gave it to me last spring. Since I was named after her, she wanted me to have it." She smiled sadly and then closed the locket and returned it to rest under her sweater. "My father said Grandpa Jamie was a gangster, but I don't believe it. Gram Rose would never have married someone like that. She was a saint."

  It was all he could do to breathe. To not crush her into his arms and weep. His great-granddaughter.

  Rosalie.

  This vibrant young woman was his living tie to his wife. When he spoke, his voice was thick and deep. "She must have loved you a great deal to give you that."

  "I know. She wore it every day of her life until she gave it to me. It's just weird, you know? You looking so much like him and all."

  Gallagher cleared his throat. "Yeah. Weird." He couldn't take his eyes off her. He didn't see much of himself or Rosalie in the girl, but he felt the bond of kinship deep in his heart.

  She was his family. And he could never tell her. Just as he had never been able to tell her father or her grandfather.

  Gallagher had bartered his soul for vengeance and then been forced to step back into the shadows and surrender the care of his family over to strangers. But at least the Squire Council had been there. After Gallagher had become a Dark-Hunter, they had sent in people to make sure his family survived.

  The government had taken everything from Rosalie. Confiscated even his legitimate assets and left her destitute. The Squires had given her a job, and after a few years, they had sent in suitable beaux to date his wife and one of them had finally married her.

  While Harris had lived, he had sent Gallagher updated photos and news about Gallagher's son and grandchildren. The Squire's Council had ensured the safety and well-being of his family while he had gone about his business of hunting and killing Daimons.

  Ash had warned him how hard it would be.

  "So long as you have direct descendants still living, it will haunt you. But it does get easier… in time."

  Other Hunters had told him the same thing, but right now with his great-granddaughter standing before him, he didn't believe it. God, it was so unfair.

  Or maybe this was his atonement for living the violent life he had chosen.

  Always an outsider. A part of the world, but not in it. He winced at the truth.

  Weary and hurt, he excused himself from the girls and made his way out of the hospital. The street outside was virtually empty. The late hour had sent everyone home seeking warmth. Comfort.

  He doubted if he would ever feel either again.

  When he pulled into the private garage that was across the street from Sanctuary, Elizar Peltier came out of the back door and stopped. The man's long, curly blond hair was pulled back from his face. He wore a pair of black chinos and a baggy black sweater.

  "Jamie Gallagher," he said slowly. "I'll be damned." He turned and called into the open door, "Kyle, go tell Maman to put on a plate of corned beef and cabbage. We have a Dark-Hunter in need of food."

  Gallagher nodded his thanks. "Hi Zar, it's been awhile."

  "About thirty or so years, I think, since we last had the pleasure of your company."

  Time was truly fleeting to an immortal. "Yet you still remember my favorite food."

  Zar shrugged. "I never forget a friend."

  Neither did Gallagher. They were too few and far between.

  Zar led him to the building next door to the Sanctuary bar. Built at the turn of the century, Peltier House was the home of the Katagaria family and their hodgepodge group of refugees. The house connected to the bar through a downstairs door that was guarded at all times by one of the eleven Peltier sons.

  In the Hunter world, they were legendary because they greeted everyone as friends: Were-Hunters, Dream-Hunters, Dark-Hunters or others. It mattered not. So long as you minded your manners and kept your weapons concealed, they let you enter and leave in peace. Those who broke the one house rule of "No Spill Blood" quickly found themselves leaving in pieces.

  The elegant Victorian mansion was quiet now except for the muffled sound of the Howlers playing on the stage next door in the bar. It was furnished in expensive turn-of-the-century antiques that had been in the house since they were new. The bear clan didn't like change. Gallagher was glad for that. It felt strangely like coming home again.

  "How long are you staying?" Zar asked as he led him up the hand-carved mahogany stairs.

  "Until the New Year."

  Zar nodded. "Maman will be glad to hear that." He showed Gallagher to a room at the end of the hallway.

  Gallagher stepped inside and found a warm, cozy bedroom. The windows were well-shuttered and covered by heavy drapes that would keep the daylight from reaching him.

  "Here's a cable modem for your laptop if you brought one."

  The corner of Gallagher's mouth lifted. "All the comforts of home."

  "We try. I remember well the days of running and hiding, and never having a single comfort. Take a few minutes to get settled in and join us when you're ready."

  Gallagher watched Zar leave while feelings and memories went through him. He appreciated the bears' courtesy, but he would trade all his money and immortality for one single night spent with his wife and son.

  One single Christmas with them, watching Rosalie's face light up as she opened a gift.

  The pain of his loss racked him. He didn't want to hurt and wish for things he could no longer have. He sat on the bed and stared at the wall. He saw his great-granddaughter's face and wondered if she would go home at Christmas to be with her family.

  For that matter, he wondered if he should go home himself. At least Chicago was familiar to him. Weary and heartsick, he lay down on the bed to just rest for a second. He only wanted to escape for an instant into memories of a time when he had been human.

  Gallagher woke up to find that three days had passed while he slept. He didn't remember anything about his dreams.

  "Why did you let me sleep so long?" he asked Mama Peltier as soon as he left his room and found her in the downstairs parlor on the right.

  In human form, she was an elegant, tall blonde woman who most often wore a stylish suit. Though she looked no older than forty, she was in fact close to eight hundred years in age.

  "Acheron said you needed to rest and I agreed."

  "But three days?"

  She shrugged. "Do you feel better?"

  Strangely, he did. At least physically.

  It was just after dark on Christmas Eve. The bear clan was slowly filing down the stairs and gathering into the two main parlors where dual twelve-foot-tall pines were decorated.

  Gallagher stood back, watching the whole crew of Katagaria and Arcadians who made Peltier House their home, gather around for the coming celebration. The tiny bear cubs climbed over presents and tried to eat and climb up the trees while their fathers and mothers, in human form to make Gallagher feel more at home, pulled them back. Justin Portakalian came down in his panther form and picked up one of the smaller cubs by the scruff of his neck and rolled him playfully across the floor.

  It was the most bizarre Christmas gathering Gallagher had ever seen in his one-hundred-plus years of living. He felt even more out of place than he had felt three days ago when he arrived. As members from The Howlers came in to join the party, Gallagher decided he needed a breath of fresh air and a moment of quiet to clear his head. He headed out into the cold dark night and drifted aimlessly through the French Quarter. Before he realized it, he was outside the St. Louis Cathedral.

  It had been a long time since he'd last been in church. There were only a few people headed inside. No doubt most of the parishioners would wait until the Midnight Mass. He started to turn away, but instead found himself heading inside with the others.

  The foyer was dark, but his Dark-Hunter sight saw the interior clearly and he moved towa
rd the small font of holy water that rested on the wall to his left, just beside the church store. He blessed himself, then opened the dark wood doors that led into the cathedral. The beauty of the stained glass and statuary immediately took him back to the days of his youth.

  Gallagher genuflected, then sat down on the last row. Here, he felt his Rosalie. Devout, she had never missed a Holy Day of Obligation or Feast Day. He had dutifully gone with her even though he'd hemmed and hawed about it. Ever patient, she would sit by his side, patting his arm and smiling to herself over the fact that she had gotten him to do the impossible.

  "I miss you, Rose," he breathed, his chest tight with the pain of her loss.

  He wanted to stay here where he felt her, but he couldn't. No Dark-Hunter could remain in any old church for very long before the ghosts of the past came out to possess them.

  And he was too weak at this moment to fight them.

  Getting up, he made his way silently out back to the font, then out to the street.

  It was cool out, but nowhere near the coldness he felt inside himself. Gallagher headed down Chartres Street. He didn't know where to go. He didn't feel like going back to Sanctuary and there was no real need to hunt on Christmas Eve. Since most humans were at home with their families, the Daimons tended to stay in as well.

  "Hel-lo!"

  He paused at the familiar sing-song voice. Turning around, he found "Simi" behind him.

  "Hi," he said, half-expecting to see Ash with her.

  But apparently she was out alone. Simi bounced up to him. "What'cha doing out here all alone?" she asked. "Did you forget how to find Sanctuary?"

  "No. I want to be alone for a bit."

  She cocked her head and frowned. "Why? Were the bears mean to you? Mama can get a bit cranky whenever I play with the cubs. She thinks I'm going to eat one, but bleh! They're way too hairy. Now if she'd let me skin one, I might be interested."

  He laughed in spite of himself. "Are you joking?"

  "Oh no. I never joke about hairy food. It's disgusting." She looked up at him. "If they weren't mean to you, then why did you leave?"

  "I don't know. I guess I didn't feel right being there."

  "Why?"

  He shrugged. "What are you doing out here?"

  "Not much. Akri is off with that red-headed demon so he said I could go play just so long as I don't eat nothing not cooked by a human. But all my favorite places are closed so I thought I'd go find the bears myself and see if Jose, since he's human, would make me up something good that wouldn't make akri mad if I ate it."

  "Akri is Ash?"

  "Yes."

  "And the red-headed demon?"

  "Artemis the bitch goddess. You know her. She's the one who stole your soul."

  "She didn't steal it."

  Simi blew him a raspberry. "Of course she did. She steals everything." She stood up on her tiptoes and stared into his eyes. "Hey," she said, taking his chin in her hand so that she could move his head back and forth while she examined him. "You're hurting in there. That would make akri very sad. He doesn't like for his Dark-Hunters to hurt and the Simi don't like it when akri is sad. Why are you hurt?"

  "I miss my family."

  Releasing him, she nodded sympathetically. "I miss mine too. My mama was good people. 'Simi,' she would say, 'I love you.' Akri loves me too."

  She tilted her head down so that he could see her horns which were now covered by what appeared to be very small knitted hats. "See, akri even gave me hornay warmers so my horns wouldn't get cold. You want some hornay warmers too?"

  This had to be the oddest conversation of his life. He didn't know why he stayed here talking to her. Maybe it was her childlike manner. There was something very charming about her.

  "I don't have horns."

  "You want some?" she asked hopefully. "I could give you some real colorful ones. Akri has some black ones, but he doesn't let other people see them."

  "Ash has horns?"

  "Oh my, yes. They are quite lovely. Not as lovely as mine, but they are still very nice. The Simi would say she hopes you see them, but if you ever did, you'd be dead and I think the Simi would miss you. You seem very nice too."

  Gallagher frowned as she rummaged around in her giant oversized, beaded purse. After a few seconds, she pulled out an oven mitt that looked like a fish. She handed it to him.

  "That is quality. From QVC. My favorite place. Do you watch QVC?"

  "No."

  "Well, you should. Akri says I watch it too much, but he never complains when I shop there. They like me too. Put me on television and call me Miss Simi. I like that."

  He handed her the fish back.

  "Oh no, that's for you. Presents make people happy. The Simi wants you to be happy."

  Oh yeah, this was without a doubt the strangest moment of his life. Both mortal and immortal. "Thank you, Simi."

  She waved his words aside with her hand. "No need to thank me. See, that's what families do. They take care of each other."

  His stomach tightened at her words. "I no longer have a family. I had to give them up."

  She looked at him curiously. "Of course you have a family. Everyone has family. I'm your family. Akri your family. Even that smelly old goddess is your family. She's that creepy old aunt who comes around but nobody likes her so they make fun of her when she's gone."

  He laughed again. "Does she know you say that about her?"

  "Of course. I say it to her face all the time. That's why akri told me to come play while he's with her. He don't like it when we fight."

  She took his hand into hers. "Listen and I'll tell you what akri once told me. We have three kinds of family. Those we are born to, those who are born to us, and those we let into our hearts. I have let you into my heart so the Simi is your family and she won't give you up. If you are sad right now, then I'm thinking your family is still in your heart too, and they are taking up so much room that you have no room for anyone else."

  "I can't give them up."

  "And you shouldn't. Ever. No one should ever forget those they love. But it's like with QVC—whenever I fill up my room with too much stuff, akri builds me another room. Somehow there's always space for more. Your heart can always expand to take in as many people as you need it to. The people who live there, they don't go away. You just make room for one more person and then another and another and another."

  With her arm in his, Simi walked him down the street. "Don't you want Simi to be your family?"

  He thought about her words and strange analogy.

  She leaned forward and whispered. "This is the part where you say, 'Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family.' 'Cause if you don't, then I'll have to take my mitt back and barbecue you. Akri is still upset about the last Dark-Hunter I barbecued and that was… oh, a thousand or so years ago. He part elephant when it comes to remembering things. So tell me, do you want Simi to be your family?"

  He smiled in spite of himself. "Yes, Simi, I would like to be your family."

  She beamed. "Good. You're such a smart Dark-Hunter."

  Before Gallagher realized it, Simi had led him back to Sanctuary. She opened the door and stood back, waiting for him to enter. The earlier loudness was nothing like what was happening now.

  There were four hawks lined up on one curtain rod, dancing in time to the rocking Christmas carols. The Howlers (all in human form) were singing while Dev Peltier played the piano. A white tiger was lying on its back on the sofa while Marvin the monkey jumped up and down on its belly.

  A large black bear he assumed was Aimee Peltier was feeding two baby cubs peanut butter sandwiches. A red-headed human woman with a scar on her face came up to them and grabbed Simi into a hug. "Hey little demon, where's boss man?"

  Simi shrugged. "He off attending to Lord Queen Pain-In-My-Butt. How are you, Tabitha? Is your sister and Kyrian coming?"

  "No, they'll be here tomorrow. Morning sickness hit Amanda as they were leaving, but Talon said he'd be here just as soon as he could."
The two of them drifted off into the crowd.

  Gallagher stood back, watching the revelry. There were Arcadians here, Katagaria, Dark-Hunters, demons, humans, and who knew what else. By all rights none of them should get along and yet they were together tonight.

  Bound by something other than blood. They were bound together by their hearts.

  Colt came up to him. An Arcadian Sentinel, his job was technically to hunt and slay the Katagaria. But years ago the Peltiers had rescued and protected Colt's mother and then raised him after her death. He was as loyal to the bear clan as any of their natural sons.

  Smiling, he pulled a pineapple mitt out of his back pocket. "Man, Gallagher, you must really rate. You got one of the good fish. All I got was a lousy pineapple."

  "What, does everyone she meet get one?"

  "Nope. Only family."

  Gallagher looked around at that and saw something he'd hadn't noticed earlier.

  Everyone there had a mitt.

 

 

  Sherrilyn Kenyon, A Dark-Hunter Christmas

 

 

  Thank you for reading books on Archive.BookFrom.Net
Share this book with friends

    Styxx Read onlineStyxxInferno Read onlineInfernoDark Side of the Moon Read onlineDark Side of the MoonInfinity Read onlineInfinityAcheron Read onlineAcheronDead After Dark Read onlineDead After DarkPlaying Easy to Get Read onlinePlaying Easy to GetSecond Chances Read onlineSecond ChancesOne Silent Night Read onlineOne Silent NightNight Play Read onlineNight PlayDance With the Devil Read onlineDance With the DevilUnleash the Night Read onlineUnleash the NightBorn of Legend Read onlineBorn of LegendNo Mercy Read onlineNo MercyFire Bound Read onlineFire BoundSeize the Night Read onlineSeize the NightIntensity Read onlineIntensityRise of the Gryphon Read onlineRise of the GryphonBorn of Vengeance Read onlineBorn of VengeanceWitchlock Read onlineWitchlockRetribution Read onlineRetributionThe Curse Read onlineThe CurseDragon King of Treoir Read onlineDragon King of TreoirThe Dream-Hunter Read onlineThe Dream-HunterCloak & Silence Read onlineCloak & SilenceThe Guardian Read onlineThe GuardianSins of the Night Read onlineSins of the NightDeadmen Walking Read onlineDeadmen WalkingUpon the Midnight Clear Read onlineUpon the Midnight ClearDream Chaser Read onlineDream ChaserDragonmark Read onlineDragonmarkSon of No One Read onlineSon of No OneIllusion Read onlineIllusionIn Other Worlds Read onlineIn Other WorldsBorn of Defiance Read onlineBorn of DefianceBad Moon Rising Read onlineBad Moon RisingBorn to Be Bad Read onlineBorn to Be BadBorn of Ice Read onlineBorn of IceBad Attitude Read onlineBad AttitudeA Dark-Hunter Christmas Read onlineA Dark-Hunter ChristmasDream Warrior Read onlineDream WarriorAlterant Read onlineAlterantHouse of the Rising Son Read onlineHouse of the Rising SonInstinct Read onlineInstinctStygian Read onlineStygianDevil May Cry Read onlineDevil May CryTime Untime Read onlineTime UntimeDark Bites Read onlineDark BitesInfamous Read onlineInfamousDragonbane Read onlineDragonbaneNight Embrace Read onlineNight EmbraceKiss of the Night Read onlineKiss of the NightBorn of Fire Read onlineBorn of FireInvincible Read onlineInvincibleDragonsworn Read onlineDragonswornBorn of Night Read onlineBorn of NightNight Pleasures Read onlineNight PleasuresBorn of Shadows Read onlineBorn of ShadowsBlood Trinity Read onlineBlood TrinityDeadly Promises Read onlineDeadly PromisesRogue Belador Read onlineRogue BeladorDeath Doesn't Bargain Read onlineDeath Doesn't BargainBorn of Betrayal Read onlineBorn of BetrayalAt Death's Door (Deadman's Cross Book 3) Read onlineAt Death's Door (Deadman's Cross Book 3)Belador Cosaint Read onlineBelador CosaintFire and Ice Read onlineFire and IceTie Me Up, Tie Me Down Read onlineTie Me Up, Tie Me DownBig Guns Out of Uniform Read onlineBig Guns Out of UniformSilent Truth Read onlineSilent TruthWhispered Lies Read onlineWhispered LiesPhantom in the Night Read onlinePhantom in the Night[BAD 07] - Silent Truth Read online[BAD 07] - Silent TruthDark Bites (Dark-Hunter World) Read onlineDark Bites (Dark-Hunter World)Stygian (The Dark-Hunter World Book 28) Read onlineStygian (The Dark-Hunter World Book 28)The League 3: Paradise City Read onlineThe League 3: Paradise CityUntil Death We Do Part Read onlineUntil Death We Do PartFear the Darkness Read onlineFear the DarknessFantasy Lover Read onlineFantasy LoverInsurrection [Nevermore] Read onlineInsurrection [Nevermore]Winter's Night Read onlineWinter's NightDead After Dark_Shadow of the Moon Read onlineDead After Dark_Shadow of the MoonDeath Doesn't Bargain: A Deadman's Cross Novel Read onlineDeath Doesn't Bargain: A Deadman's Cross NovelWinter Born Read onlineWinter BornDragonswan Read onlineDragonswanRise of the Gryphon (Belador #4) Read onlineRise of the Gryphon (Belador #4)Infinity: Chronicles of Nick Read onlineInfinity: Chronicles of NickThe League 1: Born Of The Night Read onlineThe League 1: Born Of The NightWhat Dreams May Come (Berkley Sensation) Read onlineWhat Dreams May Come (Berkley Sensation)The Beginning Read onlineThe BeginningAlterant: Belador Code Series: Book Two Read onlineAlterant: Belador Code Series: Book TwoLove At First Bite Read onlineLove At First BiteStyxx (DH #33) Read onlineStyxx (DH #33)A Hard Day's Night-Searcher Read onlineA Hard Day's Night-SearcherPhantom Lover Read onlinePhantom LoverCloak & Silence (The League) Read onlineCloak & Silence (The League)The Curse (Beladors) Read onlineThe Curse (Beladors)[Dark Hunter-Were Hunter 2] - Night Play Read online[Dark Hunter-Were Hunter 2] - Night PlayChronicles of Nick 02 - Invincible Read onlineChronicles of Nick 02 - InvincibleNaughty or Nice? Read onlineNaughty or Nice?BAD to the Bone Read onlineBAD to the BoneStroke of Midnight Read onlineStroke of MidnightDragonbane_[AN_SK] Read onlineDragonbane_[AN_SK]Man of My Dreams Read onlineMan of My Dreams