Grave Sight | A Reverse Harem Romance

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕊𝕚𝕩

I watched the group of people surrounding a gravestone at midnight, and wondered who in their right mind decided that I was the right one for the job. The guy had been dead two weeks, and within those two weeks the family could have contacted me to raise him at any point to find out who killed him. Yet they waited until he was buried six feet under... For two weeks.

Know what happens to a body within two weeks? If you don't, you don't want to know.

I had a rule, and that rule was simple. If it was a murder case, they needed to contact me within the first forty eight hours for me to raise them to answer their questions. Do they ever listen? No. They didn't.

I stepped out of my car and walked towards the group leisurely, watching as the two cops noticed me, then the judge, I assumed. The son was last.

When I reached them, the son finally turned and looked at me. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he had been crying.

I hated dealing with grieving people.

"Any reason why you waited two weeks before calling me?" I stepped up beside the mud and eyed the beginnings of grass growing over the mound. "I had half a mind to decline."

"We just ruled it a murder," one police officer answered. "It looked like a suicide, but his son here said there was no reason for him to kill himself. That he was happy. So we looked deeper into it."

I looked at the son, who still continued to watch me like I was a monster.

"Is everyone here," I finally asked. I wanted to get it over with so I could go home. The good thing about this raising is the fact that I would be paid right away by the police department, instead of having to wait for the family member to pay me.

The other police officer nodded, pulling out a voice recorder.

I cut the tips of all five fingers on my left hand, deep enough for the blood to continue to flow for a few minutes before the part of me that was vampire decided it was time to heal. Unfortunately, because I was doing a raising, I would need blood within the next twenty four hours.

Another reason why I didn't like using that side of me.

I cut a rune into the palm of my hand, and I heard all four people behind me shift uncomfortably.

I placed my hand over the mound, feeling for the body beneath. When I found it, I closed my eyes and breathed out.

"Resurgemus," I murmured. "Vivet. Respirare."

I felt the ground suck my blood deep into the earth, pulling enough from me to make me dizzy. Within seconds, the ground began shaking, and a hand reached up and grabbed mine - flesh already melting away to show bone. I didn't flinch, like I wanted to. I just grabbed the hand and wrenched him up above ground until he was standing.

The son fainted.

I pursed my lips and turned to the other three people, who either stared at the corpse in horror, or looked at the son like he was an idiot.

"Gregory Matthews," an officer asked.

The corpse looked at him - kind of. It was a little difficult to look at someone when your eyes were jelly in their sockets.

I kept my hand on him, my blood continuing to be sucked into his body until the moment I'd put him back. Because he was so far decomposed, it was a necessity. Usually I'd just have to stand by and make sure he was in range for me to surge some of my power in him. As it was, he not only needed that power, but also the blood.

When they figured out he couldn't speak - he didn't have much of a tongue anymore - they gave him a piece of paper to write down what happened to him. So I had to push that much more blood into him to keep him moving.

The son ended up being right. He was killed, and the scene was set up to look like he committed suicide. So well, in fact, that I bet his son had to do a lot of pressuring to get them to look deeper into it.

Who did it, he didn't want to say.

"Answer," I said, becoming faint with the amount of blood that I lost. I could force the corpses I raised to do something against their will, although I didn't do it all the time.

So he did. He wrote it down reluctantly and handed the paper and pen back to the police officers. He looked down at me, and I thanked him before putting him back in the ground.

"Requiesce in pace," I murmured, finally taking my hand off of the mound when I knew he was settled back into his coffin the way he had been before.

The police officers looked at me, then down to the son that was still passed out. The judge left, a phone to his ear and speaking hushed words into the receiver.

"Thank you," one of the officers said as the other waved something under the son's nose to wake him up. "The deposit should hit your bank account in the next few minutes. If you don't see it, please don't hesitate to call."

He handed me a card, and turned to leave with his partner once the son woke up enough to stand and walk away.

Only when they were out of sight, and their cars disappeared from view, did I fall to my knees. Usually it didn't take much out of me to raise the dead, but since the body had been so far gone, mixed with the fact that I was almost due for my blood delivery, made it seem like I was closer to death than the corpse had been.

Cold sweat broke out all over my body and I shuttered, clenching my eyes shut.

The whisper of footsteps on grass made me stiffen.

"Are we hungry, little half breed," Kieran asked, a grin in his voice.

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Translations:
Resurgemus - Rise
Vivet - Live
Respirare - Breathe
Requiesce in pace - Rest in peace