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The vampire didn’t stab me. He just froze. He wanted me alive; that’s why the knife and not fangs. I stood up, and the vampire just stared up at me. He didn’t have a backup plan. Great.
The car stood, open doors spilling light out into the darkness. The headlights made a wide theatrical swash. Larry was just standing there, frozen, undecided. I yelled, “Get in the car!”
He moved towards the open car door. A woman was standing in the glare of the headlights. She was dressed in a long white coat open over the cream and tan of a very nice pants suit. She opened her mouth and snarled into the light, fangs glistening.
I was ru
Larry stared at me; his gaze went past me. His eyes widened. I could hear the patter of little feet behind me. Terror spread across Larry’s face. Was this the first vampire he’d ever seen?
I drew my gun, but was still ru
The female vampire bounded onto the hood of the car and propelled herself in a long, graceful leap that carried her into Larry and sent them tumbling across the road.
I couldn’t shoot her without risking Larry. I whirled at the last second and put the gun point-blank into the child-vampire’s face.
His eyes widened. I squeezed the trigger. Something hit me from behind. The shot went wild and I was on the road, flat on my stomach with something bigger than a bread box on top of me.
The air was knocked out of me. But I turned, trying to point the gun back at the thing on my back. If I didn’t do something now, I might never have to worry about breathing again.
The boy came up on me, knife flashing downward. The gun was turning, but too slowly. I would have screamed if I’d had air. The knife buried into the sleeve of my jacket. I felt the blade bite into the road underneath. My arm was pi
I twisted my neck to try to see who, or what, was straddling me. It was a what. In the red glow of the rear car lights his face was all flat, high cheekbones with narrow, almost slanted eyes and long, straight hair. If he’d been any more ethnic, he’d have been carved in stone, surrounded by snakes and Aztec gods.
He reached over me and encircled my right hand, the one that was pi
Larry screamed, high and mournful.
Screaming was for when you didn’t have anything better to do. I scraped my left sleeve against the road, baring my watch and the charm bracelet. The three tiny crosses glinted in the moonlight. The vampire hissed but didn’t let go of my gun hand. I dragged the bracelet across his hand. A sharp smell of burning flesh; then he used his free hand to drag at my left sleeve. Holding onto just the sleeve, he held my left hand back, so I couldn’t touch him with the crosses.
If he’d been the new dead, just the sight of the crosses would have sent him screaming; but he wasn’t just old dead, he was ancient. It was going to take more than blessed crosses to get him off my back.
Larry screamed again.
I screamed, too, because I couldn’t do anything else, except hold onto the gun and make him crush my hand. Not productive. They didn’t want me dead, but hurt, hurt was okay. He could crush my hand into bloody pulp. I gave up my gun, screaming, tugging at the knife that held my arm pi
A shot exploded above our heads. We all froze and stared back at the cemetery. Jeremy Ruebens and company had recovered their gun and were shooting at us. Did they think we were in cahoots with the monsters? Did they care who they shot?
A woman screamed, “Alejandro, help me!” The scream was from behind us. The vampire on my back was suddenly gone. I didn’t know why, and I didn’t care. I was left with the child-monster looming over me, staring at me with large dark eyes.
“Doesn’t it hurt?” he asked.
It was such an unexpected question that I answered it. “No.”
He looked disappointed. He squatted down beside me, hands on his small thighs. “I meant to cut you so I could lick the blood.” His voice was still a little boy’s voice, would always be a little boy’s voice, but the knowledge in his eyes beat down on my skin like heat. He was older than Jean-Claude, much older.
A bullet smashed into the rear light of my car, just above the boy’s head. He turned towards the fanatics with a very unchildlike snarl. I tried to pull the knife out of the road, but it was imbedded. I couldn’t budge it.
The boy crawled into the darkness, vanishing with a backwash of wind. He was going for the fanatics. God help them.
I looked back over my shoulder. Larry was on the ground with a woman with long, waving brown hair on top of him. The man who’d been on top of me, Alejandro, and another woman were struggling with the vampire on Larry. She wanted to kill him, and they were trying to stop her. It seemed like a good plan to me.
Another bullet whined towards us. It didn’t come close. A half-strangled scream, and then no more gunshots. Had the boy gotten him? Was Larry hurt? And what the hell could I do to help him, and me?
The vampires seemed to have their hands full. Whatever I was going to do, now was the time. I tried unzipping the leather jacket left-handed, but it stuck halfway down. Great. I bit the side of the jacket, using my teeth in place of the trapped hand. Unzipped; now what?
I pulled the sleeve off my left hand with my teeth, then put the sleeve under my hip and wiggled out of it. Slipping my right hand free of the pi
Alejandro picked up the brown-haired woman and threw her over the car. She sailed into the darkness, but I didn’t hear her hit the ground. Maybe she could fly. If she could, I didn’t want to know.
Larry was nearly lost to sight behind a curtain of pale hair. The second female was bending over him like a prince about to bestow the magic kiss. Alejandro got a handful of that long, long hair and jerked her to her feet. He flung her into the side of the car. She staggered but didn’t go down, snapping at him like a dog on a leash.
I went wide around them, holding the crosses out in front like every old movie you’ve ever seen. Except I’d never seen a vampire hunter with a charm bracelet.
Larry was on his hands and knees, swaying ever so slightly. His voice was high, nearly hysterical. He just kept repeating, “I’m bleeding, I’m bleeding.”
I touched his arm, and he jumped like I’d bit him. His eyes flashed white.
Blood was welling down his neck, black in the moonlight. She’d bit him, Jesus help us, she’d bit him.
The pale female was still fighting to get to Larry. “Can’t you smell the blood?” It was a plea.
“Control yourself, or I’ll do it for you.” Alejandro’s voice was a low scream. The anger in his voice cut and sliced. The pale woman went very still.
“I’m all right now.” Her voice held fear. I’d never heard one vampire be scared to… death of another. Let them fight it out. I had better things to do. Like figuring out how to get us past the remaining vampires and into the car.
Alejandro had the female shoved against the car with one hand. My gun was in his left hand. I unsnapped the anklet with its matching crosses. You can’t sneak up on a vampire. Even the new dead are jumpier than a long-tailed cat in a room full of rocking chairs. Since I had no chance of sneaking up on him, I tried the direct approach.
“She bit him, you son of a bitch. She bit him!” I pulled the back of his shirt as if to get his attention. I dropped the crosses down his back.