Bloody Bones Page 8

Chapter 14~15

  Chapter 14

  The wind was cool and smelled of rain. I turned my face to the soft touch of it. The air smelled of green growing things. It smelled clean and new. I stood on the grass looking upward. Ellie Quinlan's window shone like a soft yellow beacon. Ellie had opened the windows, but her father had turned on the lights. She had met her vampire lover in darkness. The better not to see him for the walking corpse he was.

  I had the coverall back on, unzipped halfway so I could get to the Browning. I'd only brought an inner pants holster for the Firestar, so I shoved it into a pocket of the coveralls. Not handy for a quick draw, but better than not having it. An inner pants holster just doesn't work well with a skirt on.

  Larry had his very own gun in a shoulder rig. He stood beside me shrugging his shoulders, trying to get the straps more comfortable. It isn't really uncomfortable if it's a good fit, but it isn't really comfortable either. It's sort of like a bra. They fit and they are necessary, but they are never completely comfortable.

  He was wearing the extra coverall unzipped and flapping nearly to his hips. A flashlight flicked over us, glinting on Larry's cross. The light swept over me, glaring in my eyes. "Now that you've ruined my night vision, get that damn thing out of my eyes. "

  Deep masculine laughter came from behind the brilliant beam of light. Two state cops had arrived just in time to join us on the hunt. Oh, joy.

  "Wallace," a man's voice said, "do what the lady says. " The voice was deep and vaguely threatening. A voice to say, "lean on the hood of the car and spread 'em. " And you'd do it or else.

  Officer Granger walked up to us, his flashlight pointed at the ground. He wasn't as tall as Wallace, and a gut was beginning to creep over his belt, but he moved through the dark like he knew what he was doing. Like maybe he'd hunted in the dark before. Maybe not vampires but something. Maybe men.

  Wallace walked over to us, flashlight swimming around us like an oversized firefly. It wasn't in my eyes, but it was still not helping my night vision.

  "Turn off the flashlight. . . please," I said.

  Wallace took a step closer, looming over me. He was tall, built like a football player, With long legs. A running back, maybe. He and Deputy Coltrain could arm wrestle later. Right now I just wanted him to back the fuck off me.

  "Turn it off, Wallace," Granger said. He'd already clicked off his own.

  "I won't be able to see a damn thing," he protested.

  "Afraid of the dark?" I asked, smiling up at him.

  Larry laughed. It was the wrong thing to do.

  Wallace turned on him. "You think that's funny?" He stepped up to Larry until they were almost touching, using his size to intimidate. But Larry's like me; he's been small all his life. He'd been bullied by the best. He stood his ground.

  "Are you?" Larry asked.

  "Am I what?" Wallace asked.

  "Afraid of the dark?"

  Animating wasn't the only thing Larry was learning from me. Unfortunately for Larry, he was a boy. I could get away with being a pain in the ass and most people wouldn't take a swing at me. Larry wasn't so lucky.

  Wallace balled his hands into Larry's coverall and lifted him to tiptoes. His flashlight fell to the grass, rolling around spotlighting our ankles.

  Officer Granger stepped up close to them but didn't touch Wallace. Even in the dark you could see the tension in his shoulders and arms. Not from lifting Larry, but from wanting to hit him and resisting the urge.

  "Ease down, Wallace. He didn't mean anything. "

  Wallace didn't say anything, he just pulled Larry closer to him, leaning over to put his face next to Larry's. A square of yellow light fell across his face. The muscle along the edge of his jaw was jutting out, throbbing like it would pop out of his face. There was a scar under the bone of his jawline. A scar that disappeared into the collar of his jacket.

  Wallace nearly put his face nose to nose with Larry. "I-am-not-afraid-of-anything. " Each word was squeezed out.

  I stepped up close to him. He was bent down to intimidate Larry, so I could whisper in his ear. "Nice scar, Wallace. "

  He jumped like I'd bit him. He released Larry so suddenly that Larry stumbled. He whirled, one big hand raised to smash my face. At least he'd let go of Larry.

  He swung at me. I swept his arm to one side and past me. He stumbled. I brought my knee up into his stomach hard. It took a lot not to follow through and really hurt him. He was a cop. One of the good guys. You don't beat up on them. I stepped back, out of reach, and hoped that one near miss had cooled him down. I could have hurt him badly in the initial rush, but now he'd be ready. Harder to hurt.

  He was nearly a foot taller than me and outweighed me by more than a hundred pounds. If the fight turned serious, I was in trouble. I hoped I wouldn't regret my gallant gesture.

  Wallace ended on all fours near the shrubs by the house. He got to his feet quicker than I wanted him to, but he stayed half bent over, hands on his knees. He looked up at me. I wasn't sure what his expression meant, but it wasn't completely hostile. It was more a considering sort of look, as if I'd surprised him. I get that look a lot.

  "You all right now, Wallace?" Granger asked.

  Wallace nodded. Hard to talk after a good gut shot.

  Granger glanced at me. "You all right, Ms. Blake?"

  "I'm fine. "

  He nodded. "Yes, you are. "

  Larry moved up beside me. He was standing too close. If Wallace came back at me, I would need more room to maneuver. I knew that Larry meant it as a show of support. After we got Larry's shooting up to speed, we'd have to work on some basic hand-to-hand techniques.

  Why was I training him to shoot before I taught him to fight? Because you don't arm wrestle vampires. You shoot them. He would live through a beating from Officer Wallace. He wouldn't live through a vampire attack. Not if he couldn't shoot.

  "Were you with him when he got that scar?" I asked.

  Granger shook his head. "His first partner didn't make it. "

  "Vampire got him?"

  He nodded.

  Wallace stood up sort of slow. He arched his back just a bit, as if working the kinks out. "Nice shot," he said.

  I shrugged. "It was my knee, not my fist. "

  "Still a good shot. I don't have any excuses good enough for what I just did. "

  "No," I said, "you don't. "

  He just looked down at the ground, then up. "I don't know what made me do it. "

  "Let's take a little walk. " I started off into the dark without looking back, as if I had no doubt he'd follow me. This technique works more often than you think it would.

  He followed me. He had stopped to pick up his flashlight, but bravely turned it off.

  I stopped just short of the woods and stared off into the trees, letting my eyes adjust to the dark. I didn't look at anything in particular. I let my eyes just sort of see everything. I was looking for movement. Any movement. The tree limbs moved fitfully in the spring wind, but it was a general movement like ocean waves. The trees weren't what worried me.

  Wallace tapped the darkened flashlight against his thigh. A soft whap, whap. I wanted to tell him to stop but didn't. If it comforted him, I could live with it.

  I let the silence stretch between us. The wind picked up, filling the night with a rushing, hurrying sound. You could smell the rain on the wind.

  He gripped the flashlight in both hands. I could hear his intake of breath above the wind. "What was that?"

  "The wind," I said.

  "Are you sure?"

  "Pretty much. "

  "What do you want?" he asked.

  "Is this the first vamp you've gone after since your partner's death?"

  He looked at me. "Granger told you?"

  "Yeah, but I saw your neck. I was pretty sure what had done it. "

  I wanted to tell him it was okay to be scared. Hell, I was scared, but he was a co
p and a man, and I didn't know him well enough to know how he'd take a pep talk from me. But I had to know if he'd follow me into those woods. I had to know if I could depend on him. If he stayed this scared, I couldn't.

  "What happened?" I asked. Maybe talking about it right now was the wrong thing to do, but ignoring it wasn't working very well.

  He shook his head. "Headquarters says you're in charge, Ms. Blake. Fine, I'll do what I'm told. But I don't have to answer personal questions. "

  It was too much trouble to shrug out of the overall, and I really didn't want my arms trapped. I undid one button on my blouse and spread the cloth.

  "What are you doing?"

  "How good's your night vision?"

  "Why?"

  "Can you see the scar?"

  "What are you talking about?" He sounded suspicious. Suspicious that I was crazy, maybe.

  My night vision would have picked it up, but most people don't have my eyes. "Give me your hand. "

  "Why?"

  "I am about to give you a once-in-a-lifetime offer. Just give me your damn hand. "

  He did, sort of hesitatingly, glancing back at the waiting men.

  His hand was cold to the touch. He was one scared puppy. I traced his large, blunt fingers along my collarbone. The moment he touched the scar tissue, his hand jerked like he'd had an electric shock. I pulled my hand away, and he traced the scar again on his own.

  He took his hand back, slowly, rubbing his fingers together like he was remembering the feel of my skin. "What did that?"

  "Same thing that did your neck. A vampire that wasn't neat with its food. "

  "Jesus," he said.

  "Yeah," I said. I rebuttoned my blouse. "Tell me what happened, Wallace. Please. "

  He looked at me for a moment longer, then nodded. "Harry, my partner, and me, we got a call that someone had found a body with its throat torn out. " He made the words very bland, ordinary, but I knew he was seeing it in his head. Watching it all happen again behind his eyeballs.

  "It was a construction site. Just us in the middle of the place with our flashlights. There was a sound like wind whistling, and something hit Harry. He went down with a man on top of him. He screamed, and I had my gun out. I fired into the man's back. I hit him solid three, four times. He turned on me and his face was bloody. I didn't have time to wonder why, 'cause he jumped me. I emptied my gun into him before I hit the ground. "

  He took a deep breath, big hands twisting back and forth on the flashlight. He was looking off into the trees, too, but not for vampires, or at least not for this one.

  "He ripped my jacket and shirt like they were paper. I tried to fight him, but. . . " He shook his head. "He caught me with his eyes. He caught me with his eyes, and when he tore into my neck, I wanted him to do it, wanted it worse than I've ever wanted anything in my life. "

  He turned a little away from me, as if not meeting my eyes wasn't enough. "When I woke up, he was just gone. Harry was dead. The girl was dead. I was alive. "

  He turned to me finally, looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Why didn't he kill me, Ms. Blake?"

  I looked into his earnest eyes and didn't have a good answer. "I don't know, Wallace. He wanted to make you one of them, maybe. I don't know why you and not Harry. You ever catch him?"

  "The local master sent his head in a box to the station. The note apologized for his uncivilized behavior. That's what the note said, 'uncivilized behavior. '"

  "It's hard to look at it as murder when you feed off humans yourself. "

  "Do they all do that? Feed off people?"

  "I've never met one that didn't. "

  "Can't they eat animals?"

  "Theoretically, yes. In practice it seems to lack certain nutrients. " Truth was, feeding was too close to sex for most vamps. They weren't into bestiality, so they didn't feed off animals. I didn't think the sex analogy would go over well with Officer Wallace.

  "Can you do this, Wallace?"

  "What do you mean?"

  "Can you go out into the dark and hunt vampires?"

  "It's my job. "

  "I didn't ask if it was your job. I asked if you can go out into that darkness and hunt vampires. "

  "You think there's more than one?"

  "Always best to assume so," I said.

  He nodded. "Yeah, I guess so. "

  "Scared?" I asked.

  "Are you?"

  I looked off into the windswept night. The trees tossed and moaned in the wind. There was movement everywhere. Soon there would be rain, and what light the stars gave would be gone.

  "Yeah, I'm scared. "

  "But you're a vampire hunter," he said. "How can you do this night after night if it scares you?"

  "Doesn't it scare you to know that every time you pull over some yahoo for a traffic violation that he could be armed? You walk up on that car and never know. "

  "It's my job. "

  "And this is my job. "

  "But you're scared?"

  "Down to my toes. "

  Larry called, "The sheriff's back. He's got the warrant. "

  Wallace and I looked at each other. "You got silver bullets?" I asked.

  "Yes. "

  I smiled. "Then let's go. You'll be fine," I said. I believed it. Wallace would do his job. I would do my job. We would all do our jobs. And come morning, some of us would be alive and some of us wouldn't. Of course, maybe there was just the one newly dead vampire to deal with. If so, we might all see the sunrise.

  But I hadn't lived this long assuming the best. Assuming the worst was always safer. And usually truer.

  Chapter 15

  I'd gotten used to the sawed-off shotgun that I had at home. Yeah, it is illegal, but it's easy to carry and makes mincemeat out of vampires. What more could a modern vampire hunter want? The Ithaca pump action 12 gauge was close.

  "Why don't I get a shotgun?" Larry asked.

  I just looked at him. He looked serious. I shook my head. "When you can handle the nine, we'll talk about shotguns. "

  "Great. "

  Oh, for the enthusiasm of youth. Larry was only four years younger than I was. Sometimes it seemed like a million.

  "He's not going to shoot us in the back by accident, is he?" Deputy Coltrain asked.

  I smiled, not sweetly. "He promised not to. "

  Coltrain looked at me like he wasn't sure I was kidding.

  Sheriff St. John joined us at the edge of the woods. He had a shotgun, too. I had to trust that he knew how to use it. Wallace had the shotgun from their unit. His partner Granger had a wicked-looking rifle like something a sniper would carry. It looked like the wrong tool for tonight's job, and I had said so. Granger had just looked at me. I'd shrugged and let it go. It was his neck and his gun.

  I looked around at them. They looked at me. Waiting for me to give the word.

  "Everybody got their holy water?" I asked.

  Larry patted his coverall pocket. Everyone else nodded, or mumbled yes.

  "Remember the three rules of vampire hunting. One: Never, ever look them in the eyes. Two: Never, ever give up your cross. Three: Aim for the head and heart. Even with silver ammo, it won't be a killing blow anywhere else. " I felt like a kindergarten teacher sending her kiddies off to a hostile playground. "Don't panic if you get bitten. The bite can be cleansed. As long as they don't mesmerize you with their eyes, you can still fight. "

  I looked at them, all silent, all taller than me, even Larry by an inch or two. They could all arm wrestle me and win. So why did I want to order them all into the house where'd they'd be safe? Heck, we could all go inside. Have a nice cup of hot cocoa. Tell the Quinlans their little girl would be fine. I mean, liquid diets are in with teens. Right?

  I took a deep breath and let it out slow. "Let's do it, boys. We're wasting starlight. " Either nobody got my John Wayne reference, or nobody thought it was funny. Hard to tell which.

  I had
to let St. John lead the way into the black trees. I didn't know the area. He did. But I didn't like him taking point. I didn't like it at all. I wanted to bring him back to his wife. His high school sweetheart. Five years married and still in love. Jesus, I didn't want to get him killed.

  The trees closed around us. St. John threaded his way through them like he knew what he was doing. There was very little undergrowth this time of year. It made it easier, but there is still an art to going through thick woods, especially in the dark. You can't really see even with a flashlight. You have to sort of give yourself over to the trees the way you give yourself to water when you swim. You don't really concentrate on the water, or even on your own body. You concentrate on the rhythm of your body cutting, sliding through the cool liquid. For the forest you find a rhythm, too. You concentrate on sliding your body through the natural openings. Finding the place where the forest itself will let you through. If you fight it, it will fight you back. And, just like water, it can kill you. Anyone who doesn't believe that the forest is a deadly place has never been lost in one.

  St. John knew how to move, and so did I. I was pretty pleased at that, actually. I'd been a city girl for a long time. Larry stumbled into me. I had to brace, or we'd have both gone down.

  "Sorry," he said, pushing himself away from me.

  "How ya doing up there, vampire hunter?" Coltrain called. He was bringing up the rear. I had to go second to back up St. John, and I wouldn't let Larry take rear. Coltrain had wanted it. Said he and the sheriff would guard our ass. Fine with me.

  "Yell a little louder," Wallace said. "I don't think the vampire heard you. "

  "I don't need no statie telling me how to do my job. "

  "It knows we're here," I said.

  That stopped them. They both looked at me. Granger, who was just ahead of Wallace, looked at me, too. I had everyone's attention.

  "Even if the vampire is only a few weeks old, its hearing is incredibly acute. It knows we're here. It knows we're coming. It doesn't matter if we're quiet or have a brass band. It's all the same. We won't surprise it in the dark. " It would probably surprise us, but I didn't add that part aloud. We were all thinking it anyway.

  "We are wasting time here, Deputy," St. John said.

  Coltrain didn't apologize or even look sorry. Wallace did. "I'm sorry, Sheriff. It won't happen again. "

  St. John nodded and turned without another word and led us farther into the woods.

  Coltrain made a small humphing sound but let it go. Whatever he said, I didn't think Wallace would rise to bait again. At least I hoped not. I didn't care if he was scared; we had enough problems without fighting among ourselves.

  The trees rustled and swayed around us. Last year's dead leaves crunched underfoot. Someone cursed softly behind me. The wind blew in a wild gust, streaming my hair back from my face. Up ahead the quality of darkness was different. We were approaching the clearing.

  St. John stopped just short of the tree line. He glanced back at me. "How do you want to do this?"

  I could taste the rain on the wind coming closer. If possible, I wanted us out of here before it came. Visibility sucked as it was.

  "We kill it, and we get the hell back to the house. It's not a hard plan. "

  He nodded, as if I'd said something profound.

  Wish I had.

  A figure stepped in front of us. One minute nothing, the next there he was. Darkness and shadows, magic. He grabbed St. John as he went for his gun and threw him out into the clearing in a high looping arch.

  I shot the vampire in the chest at almost point-blank range. He collapsed to his knees. I caught a glimpse of the whites of his eyes, like he couldn't believe it. I had to pump the shotgun to jack another shell in place.

  Granger's rifle exploded behind me like a cannon. Someone screamed. I shot the vampire between the eyes. His head splattered into the leaves. I turned with the shotgun to my shoulder before the body hit the ground.

  Larry was on the ground with a vamp on top of him. I had a glimpse of long brown hair before his cross flared to life in a brilliant flash of blue-white fire. She flung herself backwards with a scream, scrambling into the dark. Gone.

  A vamp with long blonde hair held Granger in her slender arms, head pressed to his neck. I couldn't use the shotgun. They were pressed too close together. At this range I'd kill them both.

  I dropped the shotgun into Larry's surprised lap. He was still lying on the ground, blinking. I drew the Browning and fired into the vampire's broad chest. She jerked but didn't let go of Granger. The vampire looked at me, the man still clasped to her chest. She hissed at me. I fired a round into her gaping mouth. It blew the back of her head out.

  The vamp shuddered. I fired a second round into her head. She let go of Granger and fell to the leaves in convulsions. Granger just lay there. In the dark I couldn't see his face or neck. Dead or alive, I'd done all I could.

  Larry was on his feet, shotgun awkward in his hands.

  There was a scream, low and pain-filled. Wallace was on the ground with a slender-bodied vamp on top of him. Fangs sunk in his arm. The bone broke with a loud, brittle snap. He screamed again.

  I had a glimpse of Coltrain standing, frozen, just beyond. There was movement behind him. I stared straight at it, waiting for the vampire to take shape from the shadows, but something gleamed. A dull silver blade flashed into sight. I stared straight at it, but I lost a second somehow. The next thing I knew the blade tip exploded from Coltrain's throat. I lost another second, blinking at shadows, and the vampire tore the blade from his throat and was gone. It scuttled through the trees like nothing human, unbelievably fast, like a nightmare seen from the corner of your eye.

  Larry raised the shotgun to his shoulder, aimed in Wallace's direction. I grabbed it from him, and something smashed into my back and rode me into the leaves. A hand pressed my face into the dry, crackling leaves. A second hand ripped the back of my coverall so violently it wrenched one shoulder. There was an explosion just behind my head, and the vampire was gone. I rolled over, ears ringing.

  Larry was standing over me with his arm extended, gun out. Whatever he'd shot was gone out in the dark.

  My left shoulder was hurt, but not as badly as it might be if I didn't get up. I struggled to my feet. The vampires were gone.

  Wallace was sitting up, cradling his arm. Coltrain lay on the ground without moving. A sound behind us. I turned, Browning pointed. Larry was turning too, but too slow. I sighted down the barrel, and it was St. John.

  "Don't shoot. It's me. "

  Larry held his gun two-handed pointed at the ground. "Sweet Jesus," he said.

  Amen. "What happened to you?"

  "The fall knocked me out. I followed the sound of shots," St. John said.

  A gust of wind slapped against us. It smelled so strongly of rain I almost felt it on my skin.

  "Check Granger's pulse, Larry," I said.

  "What?" Larry looked shell-shocked.

  "See if he's alive. " It was a messy job, and I'd have done it myself, but I trusted me more than Larry to keep the vampires away. He'd saved me once tonight, but I still trusted me more.

  St. John walked past us. He touched Wallace, who nodded. "My arm's broke, but I'll live. " St. John went to Coltrain's still form.

  Larry knelt by Granger. He switched his gun to his left hand, not the best thing to do, but I understood. Hard to check for a pulse in the dark on a throat warm with blood; better to use your dominant hand.

  "I've got a pulse. " He looked up, his broad smile a dim whiteness in the dark.

  "Coltrain's dead," St. John said. "God help me, he's dead. " He raised a hand and the skin glistened with blood, black in the dim light. "He's nearly decapitated. What did this?"

  "Sword," I said. I'd seen it. Watched it happen. But all I could remember was a black shape larger than a human being. Or larger than most. A shadow with a sword was all I'd seen
, and I'd been looking right at it.

  Something flowed across my skin, and it wasn't the wind. Power filled the spring night like water. "There's something old out here," I said.

  "What are you talking about?" St. John said.

  "An ancient vampire. It's here. I can feel it. " I searched the darkness, but nothing moved but the trees, the wind. There was nothing to see. Nothing to fight. But it was here and it was close. Sword in hand, maybe.

  Granger sat up so suddenly that Larry fell back into the leaves with a squeak. The big man's eyes turned to me. I saw his hand go for his gun, and I knew what the vampire was doing.

  I pointed the Browning at his head and waited. I had to be sure.

  Granger didn't hunt for his dropped rifle. He drew his sidearm and pointed it very slowly, as if he didn't want to do it. He pointed it at Larry from less than a foot away.

  Wallace yelled, "Granger, what the fuck are you doing?"

  I fired.

  Granger jerked; the gun wavered, then his hand came back up. I fired again, and again. His hand fell slowly to the ground, gun still in it. He fell straight back into the leaves.

  "Granger!" Wallace was screaming, crawling toward his partner. Shit.

  I got there first and kicked the gun out of his hand. If he'd twitched, I'd have shot him again. He didn't twitch. He just lay there, dead.

  Wallace tried to cradle him one-handed. "Why'd you shoot him? Why?"

  "He was going to kill Larry. You saw it. "

  "Why?"

  "The vamp that bit him. His master is out here. And he's a powerful son of a bitch. He used him. "

  Wallace had Granger's bloody head in his lap, his own ravaged arm pressed to Granger's chest. He was crying.

  Shit.

  A sound rode the rising wind. A sharp, furious barking. A woman's scream, high and clear, cut across the sound.

  "Oh, God," I whispered.

  "Beth. " St. John was on his feet running before I could say anything.

  I grabbed Wallace's shoulder, pulling on his jacket. He looked up.

  "What's happening?"

  "They're in the house," I said. "Can you walk?"

  He nodded. I helped him to his feet.

  Another scream came. It wasn't the same scream. A man this time, or a boy.

  "Stay with him, Larry. Get to the house as soon as you can. "

  "What if they're trying to split us up?" Larry asked.

  "Then it's going to work," I said. "Shoot anything that moves. " I touched his arm, as if that would make him more real, keep him safe. It wouldn't, but it was all I had. I had to go for the house. Larry had signed up to be a monster slayer. The Quinlans and Beth St. John hadn't.

  I holstered the Browning, kept a two-handed grip on the shotgun, and threw myself into the trees. I ran, not trying to see where I was going. Rushing through openings in the trees that I wasn't sure were there, but they were. I jumped over a log and nearly fell but caught myself and kept running. A branch slashed my face, bringing tears to my eye. The forest that had seemed passable before was now a maze of roots and branches that grabbed and tripped. I was running blind. It was not a good way to stay alive with vampires in the dark. I spilled out onto the Quinlans' lawn on my knees, shotgun tightly gripped.

  The front door was open. Light spilled in a warm rectangle. Shots sounded from inside the house. I got to my feet and ran for the light.

  The poodle lay broken by the door, crumpled like someone had tried to force it into a ball.

  The doors to the living room were open. A second shot sounded. I went in to the left of the door, wall at my back, shotgun ready.

  Mr. and Mrs. Quinlan were huddled in the far corner with their crosses held out before them. The metal glowed with a white-hot light like burning magnesium.

  The thing in front of them didn't look much like a vampire. It looked like a skeleton with muscle and flesh stretched over a bone frame. It was stretched impossibly thin and tall. A sword rode its back, gleaming and wide as a scimitar. Coltrain's killer?

  St. John was firing into the brown-haired vamp from the woods. She had long brown hair parted in the middle, straight and lovely, framing a face that was blood-smeared and stretched wide over fangs.

  I had a glimpse of Beth St. John on the floor behind her. She wasn't moving.

  St. John kept firing into the vampire's body. She just kept coming. Blood blossomed on the front of her jean jacket. His gun clicked, empty. The vampire staggered, then fell to her knees. She fell forward on all fours, and you could see that her back was so much raw meat. She lay gasping on the floor while St. John reloaded.

  I got to my feet, trying to keep an eye on the door just in case this wasn't all. I walked towards the Quinlans and the thing that stood in front of them. I needed a better angle before I used the shotgun. Didn't want to catch them in the shot pattern.

  The thing turned on me. I had a glimpse of a face that was neither human nor animal, but stretched thin and alien with fangs and blind, glowing eyes. It shrank, and skin flowed over the bare flesh, covered the nearly naked bone. I'd never seen anything like it. When I aimed the shotgun, I was looking into what could have passed for a human face. Long white hair framed a fine-boned face, and it ran--if running was the word for that blur of motion. It ran like some of them flew, almost like it was doing something else altogether, but I had no better word for it. Some of them flew; this one ran. It was gone before I could pull the trigger.

  I was left staring at the open door where the barrel had followed its movement. Could I have fired? Had I hesitated? I didn't think so, but I wasn't sure. It was like in the woods when Coltrain died, like I'd missed a few seconds. The vampire had to be our killer, but the only thing I'd seen clearly in the woods had been the sword.

  St. John shot into the fallen vampire. He fired until his gun clicked empty again. The gun went click, click, click.

  I walked over to him. The vampire's head was bloody meat and heavier, wetter things. There was no face left. "It's dead, St. John. You killed it. "

  He just stared at it, down the barrel of his empty gun. He was shaking. He collapsed to his knees suddenly, as if he just couldn't stand any longer. He crawled over to his wife, gun left behind him on the carpet. He cradled her in his arms, half-lifting, rocking her. She was soaked with blood. Her throat was so much raw meat on one side.

  St. John was making a high, keening sound deep in his throat.

  The Quinlans's crosses had stopped glowing. They stood still clinging to each other, blinking as if blinded by the light.

  "Jeff--he took Jeff," Mrs. Quinlan said.

  I looked at her. Her eyes were too wide. "He took Jeff. "

  "Who took Jeff?" I asked.

  "The big one," Mr. Quinlan said. "That thing, that thing told Jeff to take his cross off, and Jeff did it. " He looked at me with startled eyes. "Why did he do that? Why did he take it off?"

  "The vampire caught him with his eyes," I said. "He couldn't help himself. "

  "If his faith had been stronger, he wouldn't have given in," Quinlan said.

  "It wasn't your son's fault. "

  Quinlan shook his head. "He wasn't strong enough. "

  I turned away from him. Which put me staring at St. John. He had folded as much of his wife's body into his lap and arms as he could. He rocked her, eyes distant. He wasn't seeing this room. He'd gone somewhere deep inside. Someplace better. I hoped.

  I went for the door. I didn't have to see this. Watching St. John rock his wife's body was not part of my job description. Honest.

  I sat down on the stairs where I could see the door, the hallway, and the stairs as far as the landing. St. John started singing in a strange, broken voice. It took me a few minutes to figure out what he was singing. It was "You Are So Beautiful. " I got up and went for the outer door. Larry and Wallace were just limping up onto the porch.

  I just shook my head and kept walking
. I was almost to the driveway before I couldn't hear the singing. I stood there taking deep breaths, letting them out slowly. I concentrated on my breathing, concentrated on the sound of frogs and wind. I concentrated on anything but the sound that was building in my throat. I stood there in the dark, in the open, knowing it was dangerous, and not sure I cared. I stood there until I was sure I wasn't going to start screaming. Then I turned and went back to the house.

  It was the bravest thing I'd done all night.